"Yebai?"

Qin Moyu waved his hand in front of Shen Yebai, bringing back Shen Yebai's wandering thoughts.

"Feel sorry."

Shen Yebai smiled tenderly at Qin Moyu, naturally stood up and sat next to Qin Moyu, pushed the bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of Qin Moyu, and said softly: "As long as Mo Yu likes it, although I don't know why they abandoned you, I I can guarantee that I will be able to make you a bowl of Yangchun noodles every year from now on.”

A bowl of Yangchun noodles every year.

It sounded like a simple promise, but it was difficult to make. Qin Moyu wanted to make a joke, but when he saw Shen Yebai's gentle but serious eyes, he finally said nothing and nodded with a smile.

Shen Yebai raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his eyebrows: "Does Mo Yu not believe me?"

The red eggs that were just harvested haven't been warmed yet. It would be very inhumane to make Ye Bai sad.

"No, no." Qin Moyu shook his head quickly, swallowed a mouthful of Yangchun noodles, and held Shen Ye's hand to assure him, "I believe it if you say it!"

As he spoke, he blinked desperately, trying to show with sincere and innocent eyes that he was not trying to coax anyone.

"I knew Mo Yu believed in me." Shen Yebai said, holding Qin Moyu's hand naturally, with such a smile that Qin Moyu was embarrassed to pull his hand away.

Oops, forget it, just be gay.

Qin Moyu shook his head, put away the messy thoughts in his mind, and started eating noodles with concentration.

It has to be said that even a monk who can reach heaven and earth cannot avoid getting twists when eating noodles with one hand.

Fortunately, Shen Yebai released his hand from behind, so Qin Moyu didn't get the soup on his clothes.

When Qin Moyu finished the bowl of noodles, Shen Yebai suddenly came over.

"Here." Shen Yebai pointed his finger at the corner of Qin Moyu's lips and gently wiped away the soup.

Although Qin Moyu had always complained that Shen Yebai was gay, such an intimate gesture had never happened before. He felt Shen Yebai's fingertips rubbing the corners of his lips, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He was stunned for a while. But he saw Shen Yebai retracting his hand with a calm expression, making the subtle feeling indescribable and unforgettable.

Shen Yebai asked someone to put the bowl away. Qin Moyu struggled for a long time but couldn't figure out a reason, so he simply ignored it.

There was only one room in the inn, so as expected, Shen Yebai and Qin Moyu slept on the same bed.

This time, Qin Moyu couldn't sleep.

He felt the silence of the night, listened to the creaking sound of the slightly closed windows being blown by the wind, stared at the ceiling absently, and asked softly: "Ye Bai, are you asleep?"

What responded to him was Shen Yebai's shallow breathing. Qin Moyu felt a little disappointed and turned over to face the wall.

Someone suddenly approached from behind. Shen Yebai's hot breath hit Qin Moyu's neck, causing goosebumps. Qin Moyu heard Shen Yebai's deep voice ringing in his ears: "I'm here."

--too close.

Qin Moyu's breathing was slightly stagnant, and the inexplicable nervousness made him forget what he wanted to say.

The two were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Qin Moyu called Shen Yebai first.

Shen Yebai hummed.

"Wait until you enter Guanlan Sect."

Qin Moyu finally made up his mind. He turned his head, met Shen Yebai's eyes, and saw the tenderness that belonged to Qin Moyu in his eyes.

"I'm going to tell you a secret."

…

The next day, the Guanlan Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony officially began.

All the monks who signed up received a wooden sign with different numbers written on it. Some people with sharp eyes recognized that the wooden sign was made of paulownia wood, which can be used for meditation, and they couldn't help but sigh at the Guanlan Sect's wealth.

Because Qin Moyu and Shen Yebai did not sign up at the same time, Qin Moyu's number was ahead of Shen Yebai's. He greeted Shen Yebai and entered the assessment formation.

When Qin Moyu stood in the center of the formation, white mist rose from nowhere and protected Qin Moyu.

Because he did not feel any malice from the white mist, Qin Moyu remained motionless in response to the changes and stood there quietly waiting.

The white mist did not cover Qin Moyu for too long. When it slowly dispersed, what appeared in front of Qin Moyu was a wooden house located halfway up the mountain.

It is not accurate to say that it is a wooden house, because there is a fence around the wooden house, and the plaque hanging on the fence door has the three characters "Qingyun Sect" written on it. It is clearly the sect where Qin Moyu grew up.

--I'm back?

Qin Moyu lowered his head. The plaque was still the same as when he left. It was crumbling after being blown by wind and rain, and it didn't look like a sign at all.

Although you know you are in a fantasy world, an environment that is too familiar will always make people subconsciously relax their vigilance.

Qin Moyu knew that if he wanted to break the formation, he had to find the weakness of the formation, so he pushed the door open and went in without thinking too much.

The yard is still the familiar vegetable patch and grape vine trellis. Who else is lying on the wooden rocking chair with white hair and rosy complexion, eyes closed and not the old Taoist priest?

Calculating the time, it has been three months since Qin Moyu left the sect. When he saw the old Taoist priest, Qin Moyu still missed him very much. Regardless of whether it was an illusion or not, he quickly walked towards the old Taoist priest: "Master! I'm back!"

With that said, Qin Moyu gave the old Taoist priest a big hug.

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes, but was not happy to be held by Qin Moyu. He blew his beard and said with a glare: "You brat! You still know how to come back! You were playing wild outside, and you finally remembered that your master is here?"

Qin Moyu chuckled: "Didn't you, the old man, ask me to stay outside longer? Besides, I can't come back well."

"Hmph, who knows if you got into some trouble again and asked me to clean up the mess." The old Taoist slapped Qin Moyu's hand away angrily and stood up from the rocking chair. He looked Qin Moyu up and down and made sure he had no missing arms or legs before he was satisfied. Nod.

"How can that be possible? Master, you don't know that I'm so powerful? I was taught by your old man, so I must be very good." Qin Moyu made an exaggerated gesture and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting more and more eloquent. What are you doing standing under the sun? Don't worry about it." The old Taoist priest was amused by Qin Moyu, but he still kept a straight face, raised his legs and walked to the inner room.

Although the old Taoist priest is old, his legs and feet are very nimble. Although his cultivation level is not high, his body has never been sick. How many kilograms of wine a day is trivial.

Qin Moyu happily followed the old Taoist priest into the house and returned to a familiar home and familiar place. He took the old Taoist priest and told him the interesting things on the road in a colorful and interesting way. His energetic appearance made the old Taoist priest's eyebrows soften a lot. .

After telling the story about his journey, Qin Moyu was also tired. The old Taoist drove him back to his room to rest, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Master, I want to eat twice-cooked pork--" Qin Moyu pulled at the door frame, his voice loud and long.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat." The old Taoist snorted, but did not refuse Qin Moyu's request.

Qin Moyu received the response and returned to the room with satisfaction.

The furnishings in the room were the same as before he left, but there was no dust on the bed after being away for so long, which showed that the old Taoist priest had done a lot of cleaning while he was away.

Qin Moyu took a wooden slip from the bookshelf, lay on the bed and started reading.

But what Qin Moyu didn't know was that while he was reading, someone was also looking at him.

Master Xuanjing was still in the small pavilion by the lake, with a wine bottle hanging on his waist. The lake magically projected what Qin Moyu did after entering the secret realm. He stared at the lake without moving his eyes.

When Xuan Qing came to see him, this was what he saw. When he found out that Xuan Jing was watching the apprenticeship ceremony, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Uncle Master, does he have the idea of ​​accepting a disciple?"