Speaking of this, Jiang Muyang reckoned that he must go down the mountain with Pei Qing to Sword Sect.

Not to mention whether this trip is smooth or not, the journey is quite long.

First, he had to go back to his own cave, tidy up some clothes, yellow talisman, compass and other things.

In case the Essence Cleansing Jade is not borrowed and there is another fight with the Sword Sect people, it is good to have a preparation in advance.

Secondly, Pei Qing came back with great difficulty, and after only staying for one night, he had to go down the mountain again. I'm afraid a few people would have to say something personal.

Jiang Muyang is not the kind of person who has no vision, so he quickly found a reason to slip away.

After walking to the entrance of the cave, I heard Lu Jinyuan behind me apologetically saying: "Little brother, your hand is injured, I'd better bandage it for you first."

Jiang Muyang didn't look back, and subconsciously glanced down at his bloody hands.

Then the foot left faster.

Along the way, met many disciples, pointing and talking to him.

Jiang Muyang ignored him and returned to his cave like a normal person.

First, opened the box and found that it was all white clothes.

Nothing but white.

Even if it was his birthday every year, the clothes that the elder brother gave him were all white without exception.

No one has ever asked Jiang Muyang whether he likes it or not, only that he suits white very well.

Seeing these clothes now, Jiang Muyang only felt extremely glaring.

He picked up the inkstone casually and splashed it directly, and he felt better.

He searched the box and found things like yellow talismans, cinnabar, ink pens, and compass, and stuffed them into the Qiankun bag.

Today's world is not peaceful, evil spirits are rampant, ghosts travel at night, and there is no harm in bringing more things for self-defense.

Other than that, Jiang Muyang didn't take anything else.

After thinking about it, he still lifted the quilt on the bed, and put a few out-of-print scripts in his pocket into his pocket.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the graffiti on the bed board—it was actually just some simple stick figures, which he had drawn since he was a child.

Most of them are recording the daily life of some masters. Although there are not many inks, they are well-drawn.

Jiang Muyang looked at it, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

He really treats this place as his family, and treats his master and senior brothers as relatives.

Now it's time to go.

There is no feast that lasts forever, and when he becomes famous in the future, it will not be too late to discuss his merits and demerits face to face.

After tidying up, Jiang Muyang sat beside the stone bed, looking at the empty cave, feeling a little lost.

He didn't even know when the master came in.

"Muyang."

Jiang Muyang was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and called out, "Master."

"Muyang, I'm going down the mountain tomorrow morning, have you packed your things?" Daoist Changyin stepped in slowly, carrying a gust of fresh wind and a faint fragrance of Jiangzhen on his body.

"It's packed."

"Muyang, although you will be accompanied by brocade clothes on this trip, you still have to be careful. You must listen to your senior brother and stop being willful and reckless like before, especially not to be aggressive."

Daoist Changyin walked up to Jiang Muyang, stared down at his apprentice, and said softly, "Don't let yourself get hurt."

Jiang Muyang's eyes were painfully astringent, and he nodded woodenly.

"Don't take Jinyuan's words to heart. He and Jinyi are similar in age, and they grew up together. They regard Jinyi as a younger brother. For the past ten years, he has also suffered a lot."

Jiang Muyang didn't say anything, but still nodded dumbly.

What he thought in his heart was, how could he not be the junior brother who Lu Jinyuan watched grow up with his own eyes.

"Muyang, no matter whether you can borrow the marrow-washing jade or not, the master doesn't want to see your cultivation base ruined."

Jiang Muyang heard this, and for some reason, suddenly smiled: "Then what can we do? Pei Qing also only has one Golden Core, if I don't return the Golden Core to him, he will be a waste sooner or later!Being reduced to waste, can he bear it?"

He didn't know if Pei Qing could bear it, anyway, Jiang Muyang couldn't bear it in his previous life.

One is a white-moonlight/muse recognized by the teacher, and the other is an outcast that even his parents dislike.

It is clear at a glance who should be preserved and who should be abandoned.

Don't even need to hesitate.

Jiang Muyang also knew that Master really loved him.

But so what?

As long as it's about Pei Qing, everyone's balance will lean towards Pei Qing.

If Jiang Muyang hadn't experienced it himself, he would actually be partial to Pei Qing.

Poor Pei Qing!

For the safety of everyone in the master's sect, and to prevent more innocent people from suffering.

Resolutely pulled Demon Venerable into the Demon Realm, lost his golden core, lost his cultivation, struggled hard in the Demon Realm, was tortured, and went through all kinds of hardships.

Finally came back, but his position was replaced by someone else.

Pei Qing wholeheartedly regarded her as the teacher of the family, and unexpectedly found a substitute.

The teachers and elders whom Pei Qing regards as his relatives gave all the partial favors that belonged to him to another person.

And Pei Qing, who had lost everything, still did not fight or grab, quietly, and even wanted to protect this substitute as a senior brother.

What a poor Pei Qing!

That's probably what Lu Jinyuan thought, so he immediately drew a line with Jiang Muyang, and even spoke harshly.

Jiang Muyang didn't know what Pei Qing did wrong, nor did he know what he did wrong.

Daoist Changyin said: "The teacher will try to protect you as much as possible."

In other words, the pill that should be dissected still has to be dissected, it is Pei Qing's thing, no matter whether Jiang Muyang is willing or not, he has to spit it out in the end.

Jiang Muyang felt that he had nothing to say, and said with a cold expression: "Master, this disciple is tired and wants to rest."

Seeing him like this, Daoist Changyin didn't say anything, just before leaving, he put a bottle of elixir on the table.

Before night fell, Pei Qing came over.

He also brought the food box over, and as soon as he entered the cave, he called Jiang Muyang to get up and eat.

Jiang Muyang's first reaction was that he thought the senior had come out.

A carp sat up straight, jumped off the bed, and asked with a smile, "What's delicious tonight?"

Unexpectedly, when he stretched his head to look at it, his smile suddenly disappeared.

Vegetarian fried vegetables, vegetarian bean sprouts, and a plate of pickled cucumbers, not even dessert.

"Junior Brother Jiang, Master asked me to send it here." Pei Qing explained, with thick eyebrows furrowed, "If Junior Brother Jiang has nothing important to do, then don't break the rules in the mountains in the future, so as not to attract criticism."

Jiang Muyang: "..."

He guessed that Master must have not made it clear to Pei Qing what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat.

It's true that had a grudge with Pei Qing in previous life, what kind of food did Pei Qing get?

Nothing Jiang Muyang likes to eat!

He especially hates eating pickles!It was sour and astringent, and it was unpalatable.

Every time he eats, he throws up.

Later, pickled cucumbers became a tool of torture for him. As long as Jiang Muyang made a mistake, there would be a plate of pickled cucumbers for dinner, and he had to finish it.

Jiang Muyang looked gloomy, suddenly covered his stomach, and bent his body.

Pei Jinyi asked: "Junior Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts, it hurts so much," Jiang Muyang pretended to be authentic, forcing out the blue veins on his forehead, "When my stomach hurts, I can't eat, otherwise I will..."

"will die?"

"Ah, that's not true, the stomach will hurt even more." Jiang Muyang raised his hand and pushed the food towards Pei Jinyi, "So, I won't have dinner, thank you for your kindness."

Pei Jinyi said: "Second senior brother never told me that you are prone to stomach pains, but he said that you taste good in everything you eat." He also said that Jiang Muyang is like a pig, and he didn't have the nerve to tell the truth.

Therefore, he specially brought two bowls of rice, worrying that Jiang Muyang would not be full.

"Junior brother Jiang, I know a little bit about medical skills, you stretch out your hand, and I will feel your pulse."

Jiang Muyang said politely: "No need, I'll be fine after a while."

Unexpectedly, Pei Jinyi shook his head and insisted on detecting his pulse, with a sincere look on his face, as if rejecting him would be a great sin.

Jiang Muyang broke his heart and said again: "Pei Qing, didn't you listen to Lu Jinyuan? I'm a broken sleeve and I like men."

Pei Jinyi: "I heard." He frowned, "So what?"

"I have no bottom line. You are so good-looking and treat me so well. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back..."

Pei Jinyi: "..."

"You and I were born exactly alike."

Jiang Muyang hurriedly said: "It's exactly the same, but I am very narcissistic. To be honest, every time I look in the mirror, I will be obsessed with it, thinking how can there be such a good-looking person in this world!"

Pei Jinyi was obviously frightened, and his long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes widened slightly: "How could this be? My face is clearly...very ordinary!"

Jiang Muyang: "Huh?"

He tilted his head, wanting to ask Pei Jinyi how many clothes?