Daily life under the hands of mad critics

Chapter 65 No.60 Five Disciples

"You said, what would Shizun think if he knew about it?"

"The apprentice that I have taught carefully, has a strange mind about myself..."

Hearing this, Zhou Xuanming suddenly sat up, frowning and looking at Xiao Jingyi coldly.

The young man's dull voice was mixed with traces of undetectable anger: "Shut up. Don't say something you don't know."

He can perceive that the master has no emotions other than master and apprentice towards him now, so his feelings for the master cannot be known by the master so early, otherwise the master will definitely alienate him.

Xiao Jingyi smiled when he saw this.

Although the second junior brother did not admit it, they both knew each other clearly what the other was thinking.

However, both of them were impure, Xiao Jingyi just wanted to stimulate Zhou Xuanming, but he didn't really want to break it.

Zhou Xuanming stared at Xiao Jingyi's eyes for a few seconds, and saw the trace of cunning and playfulness in the other's eyes.

It was certain in my heart that the other party was idle and intentional.

Only then did he loosen his brows slightly. He gave Xiao Jingyi a cold look, lay back on the soft couch, and said slowly, "You have changed so much now. The old Xiao Jingyi wouldn't be boring enough to do these things."

When Xiao Jingyi heard the words, the smile on the corner of his lips became even bigger: "Is it boring? How could it be."

You are one of the people who robbed me of the master, how can these be boring.

When Zhou Xuanming heard the words, he only felt that his senior brother had died once, and his previous restraint and calmness had all disappeared, not to mention a bit more gloomy and neurotic.

Is it really reliable that the master handed over the Demon Race to him to manage?

Zhou Xuanming pressed his doubts and tried to have a good communication with Xiao Jingyi.

He got up, walked to Xiao Jingyi and sat down, took out a pot of oleander wine that he had drank with his master at the foot of the mountain before, opened the wine seal with his long fingers, and handed it to Xiao Jingyi with one hand.

"Try it?"

So calm, what is the second junior brother thinking...

Xiao Jingyi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhou Xuanming, then lowered his eyes and took the jug in his hand, raised his head and took a sip.

The mouth of the wine with a bit of bitter oleander flavor slid across the throat, raising a hint of spiciness and searing.

"good."

Saying that, Xiao Jingyi looked sideways at his second junior brother, with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Suddenly inviting me to drink, my mind is impure."

Zhou Xuanming took the jug, raised his head and took a sip. Some of the wine slipped down the boy's chin to the Adam's apple and then fell into the collar. He also raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Jingyi, and chuckled lightly: "What's wrong? pure."

"Are you still going to Chengying?" He meant something.

Speaking of Chengying, Xiao Jingyi paused, took another sip of the wine in Zhou Xuanming's hand, and said lightly for a long time, "No more."

"Why do you really plan to hold your evil sword for the rest of your life."

"Being my most respected senior brother, has completely given up on your former ideals? Didn't you say that you would live a noble and admirable life in this life?"

"Have you seen the way you are now? The master has forgiven you, and he still treats you the same as before. Why do you feel dissatisfied with this now?"

Zhou Xuanming's tone was not intense, but his words were very peaceful, but they struck Xiao Jingyi's heart word by word.

He squeezed the jug tightly, and looked sideways: "So this is your purpose, Second Junior Brother. Do you want to say these words... to change me?"

When the words fell, Xiao Jingyi's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, looked into Zhou Xuanming's eyes, and said seriously in a low voice: "It's not that I'm dissatisfied..." It's that I'm dissatisfied, I'm not satisfied with just this.

In the second half of the sentence, Xiao Jingyi cleverly did not say it.

He put the wine in Zhou Xuanming's hands, and said with a faint smile on his lips: "The wine is good, thank you, Junior Brother."

Then, ignoring Zhou Xuanming, he closed his eyes and lay on the stone bed.

Zhou Xuanming got up and stood by the bed, glanced at Xiao Jingyi, not sure what the other party was thinking.

Not dissatisfied, what is that?
There was something in his heart, Zhou Xuanming had no intention of cultivating, put down the wine jug, and went out of Xiao Jingyi's cave to Suhe's place.

"Master, have you rested yet?" Zhou Xuanming asked softly while standing at the entrance of Su He Dongfu.

Su He hadn't rested yet. He was cross-legged, and when he heard the voice of the second disciple, he opened his eyes: "No, it's so late, what's the matter with the teacher?"

Zhou Xuanming looked at the dim light in the cave: "My disciple can't sleep..."

It's like a child.

Su He's brows were stained with a helpless and doting smile: "Come in."

Zhou Xuan smiled and walked into the cave, with a new unopened pot of oleander wine hidden behind him, looked at Su He and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master, guess what I brought?"

Su He was amused by his playful playfulness, his lips couldn't help overflowing with a smile, his eyes fell on the other side's arm mysteriously hidden behind him: "What did you bring?"

"Master, take a guess."

When Su He heard the words, he closed his eyes directly: "That's not interested for the teacher."

"Oh, Master, open your eyes."

The teenager sat beside Su He, took out a pot of wine from behind and handed it to Su He.

Su He smelled the faint aroma of wine on the tip of his nose, opened his eyes, and there was actually a pot of oleander wine in front of him.

"Where did you get it?" Su He's eyes flashed with surprise.

"I hoarded it earlier and wanted to drink it with Master. Now it just happened." Zhou Xuanming opened the wine seal and said slowly.

When the wine seal was opened, the aroma of the wine suddenly became stronger, overflowing the entire cave.

Since Su He became the Ming clan, she has lived a primitive life in this realm, and the aroma of the wine immediately tickled her heart.

Zhou Xuanming saw her gluttony and handed the jug to Su He.

Su He was also welcome, took the wine and raised his head and took a sip.

The woman raised her head, revealing a fair and slender neck. Zhou Xuanming's eyes fell on her smooth and tender neck, and he unconsciously raised his hand and gently touched his neck.

After taking a sip, the spicy wine gave off a burning and refreshing feeling. Su He handed the jug to Zhou Xuanming and couldn't help sighing, "This tastes so good."

Zhou Xuanming retracted his gaze when he heard the words, smiled, picked up the jug and took a sip, as if chatting, "Master, have you thought about finding a Taoist companion in the future?"

"Daoist? Probably not." Su He said casually.

"Bring it and let the teacher have a drink."

Zhou Xuanming obediently handed her the jug, and Su He took it and raised his head and took another gulp.

The young man saw that she was drinking neatly, and the position of the red lip print happened to be where he had drank.

Suddenly, my heart felt hot and fiery for some reason, the whole person felt uncomfortable, and Nuo Nuo shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

When Su He heard his disciple calling her, he raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"No, there is no master."

Hearing this, Su He glanced at Zhou Xuanming strangely: "If you have something to say, say it, don't say half of it and keep half of it."

Zhou Xuanming's throat moved a little, then he looked away slightly, and changed the subject: "It's nothing, I just want to ask Master why he doesn't want to find a Taoist companion."

(End of this chapter)