It's rare for the Yuxu Sect to be so lively.
Outsiders were everywhere, seizing the opportunity to wander around the sect.
Everywhere I looked, I saw unfamiliar faces.
Gu Xingyun just looked at the person in the distance without saying anything.
Murong Xuanlang was a relatively sensitive person. Seeing him like this, he couldn't keep up his smile, and he spoke again with even more caution.
"Xingyun, did I offend you without knowing it? If so, you can just tell me directly. There's no need to hide anything between you and me."
He pinched his sleeves, changing his usual indifferent demeanor. "We've known each other for many years. If we become estranged now, I... I don't want to. If I've done anything wrong, you can tell me directly and I will definitely change."
In front of Gu Xingyun, he really had a mouth and would speak his mind without beating around the bush.
Seeing that Gu Xingyun hadn't withdrawn his gaze, he anxiously took half a step forward to block him: "Don't ignore me."
This action was effective and forced Gu Xingyun to look at him straight in the face.
Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Gu Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I'm not ignoring you."
"What is that? You didn't even look me in the eye at the banquet yesterday. If I hadn't chased you out today, you probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to look for me."
Murong Xuanlang felt very aggrieved.
"Young Palace Master, you're too kind." Gu Xingyun reached out and gently pushed him away, continuing to walk forward: "It's just that we've all grown up, and it's time to choose our so-called friends again."
"What do you mean? Are you saying that I'm not worthy of being your friend? My Xuanyue Palace is not worthy of being mentioned on the same level as your Yuxu Sect?"
Murong Xuanlang frowned and glared at him.
"Yujin, you know that's not what I meant."
Gu Xingyun glanced at him, his expression still blank. "Since you've met that outer disciple, you should know what I said to him and what he taught me. You're giving me some face by not mentioning it. I, Gu Xingyun, can see that."
Murong Xuanlang was speechless for a moment.
Gu Xingyun sneered, "You, the Young Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace, established your foundation at the age of ten, and reached the Golden Core stage in seven years. I've been given the title of Yuxu Sect's direct descendant disciple for nothing. Even after joining the sect, my cultivation level is still not as good as yours, an outer sect errand boy. Who is unworthy of being compared to whom?"
"I...this..." Murong Xuanlang was speechless after being asked.
Gu Xingyun continued, "You don't need to test me. I did learn a few things from your junior brother, but they were only the most basic techniques. They didn't involve any sect secrets."
"That's not what I meant!" Murong Xuanlang explained anxiously.
Gu Xingyun laughed at himself: "It's okay, I'm just explaining it."
"You..." Murong Xuanlang gritted his teeth and asked after a moment: "If you want to learn, you can ask me directly. It's easy to go wrong on the path of cultivation without someone to guide you. Why don't you write to me anymore!"
Why?
Gu Xingyun looked at the figure chasing the paper crane in front of him and fell into memories.
He took the opportunity to go down the mountain to do some work that day and wanted to go to Xuanyue Palace to ask for some medicine, but he happened to run into his friend's birthday party, which had been prepared so many days in advance, and a group of people celebrated for him.
Murong Xuanlang, who was surrounded in the middle, was full of energy and looked like an immortal high above.
He was dressed in tattered clothes, with wounds all over his body, and looked as miserable as a beggar.
Why not contact?
Because at that moment, when they were truly face to face and no longer communicating through letters, he realized how big the gap between them was.
Perhaps, the friendship that was extremely precious to him was just an insignificant pastime to Murong Xuanlang.
How could such a person be without friends?
"It's just that I've been busy with sect affairs recently and forgot about it for a while. Young Palace Master, don't take it to heart."
Gu Xingyun finally smiled, but the sense of distance in his words was too obvious.
Murong Xuanlang sneered, took out a somewhat worn bag from his arms, and smashed it on Gu Xingyun's chest as if to vent his anger.
"I'm sincerely getting along with you, but you keep calling me Young Palace Master, Gu Xingyun, you...you."
After hesitating for a long time, he cursed: "You're going too far!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
After all, he has developed a noble character since childhood and will never curse even when he is angry.
If this happened to Yan Huailiu, he would probably be called a bitch, a bastard, and a despicable thing.
Gu Xingyun made a comparison in his heart, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Curiously, he opened the bag that Murong Xuanlang threw to him. It was filled with precious herbs, as well as several basic martial arts books lying quietly inside.
There are even small notes filled with markings and instructions.
Gu Xingyun tightened his grip and silently put the bag away.
Yu Ziheng, who was sweating profusely while running, finally remembered that there were two people behind him. He stopped and gasped for breath, waiting for them to come closer.
"Big Brother, where is that senior brother?"
"I don't know." Gu Xingyun replied stiffly, reaching out to grab Yu Ziheng's collar and forcing him to turn around: "Go this way."
"Ahem, Senior Brother, you're strangling me to death." Yu Ziheng struggled for a few times, then obediently took Gu Xingyun's hand and complained: "That senior brother is also good-looking, he is so powerful, I also want a flying paper crane, Senior Brother, can you make another one for me? The one I just flew away."
"Won't."
Gu Xingyun said coldly.
Yu Ziheng was aggrieved and muttered softly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. What are you talking about not being able to do? I'll ask Master to do it for me when we get back!"
Not far away, several cranes fluttered their wings by the water, stretching their necks to breathe. Yu Ziheng's eyes lit up: "Big Brother! We're here!"
Gu Xingyun watched this scene with cold eyes: "It's time, you must have fun and don't let Master down."
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On the other side, Murong Xuanlang, filled with anger, found his father, who was gossiping with others and spitting all over the place. He apologized to the people around him and directly pulled his father away.
Palace Master Murong waved his hands anxiously, "What are you doing? Hey, everyone, wait until I come back before continuing!"
When they got outside, he slapped his thigh and pointed at his son, scolding, "Look at you! Why did you come at this time? You almost came! I heard Fairy Fei Miao beating up Yan Huailiu!"
Murong Xuanlang's anger subsided, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Father, I've reminded you several times that this is someone else's territory, so be careful with your words."
"Pay attention to your ass! We only dare to speak out because everyone is here! Don't you see that among all these people, apart from that flattering Old Man Yu, who cares about Yan Huailiu? Even those bald donkeys in Qingguang Temple want to take advantage of the dark night to give Yan Huailiu a big slap in the face!"
The bald donkey he was talking about happened to pass by and looked at him with a complicated expression, clasping his hands together and saying, "Palace Master Xuanyue, please be careful with your words. Monks like us would never do such a thing."
Palace Master Murong was so embarrassed that he kept scratching his head: "Haha, ha, that's right, it was just a joke, haha, just giving an example."
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