Floating clouds

Chapter 10

A desk in the room was leaning against the window. Mu Zheng's black hair was scattered and he was covering his flawless face. When he saw Lin Xinglu coming in, he put down the scroll in his hand and said with a smile, "Come in."

Lin Sheng took the package from Lin Xinglu's hand, and placed it in an empty cabinet in the corner of the room under his eyes.

"Master, what is this?"

Lin Xinglu stood there helplessly, not daring to move.

The room is full of the smell of Mu Zheng, the bitter smell of medicine, the random books on the desk, an oil lamp in the corner, the quilt on the bed is neat, no one has slept in it yet.

Is this what Lin Sheng said to live in another place?

Live with Mu Zheng?

"Come here." Mu Zheng smiled and waved to him.

Lin Xinglu walked over almost with the same hands and feet. He was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to face Mu Zheng after nightfall.

Mu Zheng is a master, a master he can respect but not trust.

In a daze, he had already walked in front of Mu Zheng. Mu Zheng bent down and touched the bag on Lin Xinglu's forehead with cold fingers.

The cold fingers made him shiver, not knowing what to do.

"From now on, you can live with me. I won't be able to spare a place to arrange you alone for a while. The sleeping posture of the teacher is not bad, and I will definitely let you sleep well."

Lin Xinglu stiffened his body and nodded mechanically.

"Go to sleep." Mu Zheng looked at him, couldn't help laughing, all his bright and intelligent appearance flew away, and became a stunned apprentice.

Lin Xinglu walked to the side of the bed together again, took off his coat, and placed himself on the inside of the bed evenly, motionless, with the quilt just covering his chin, showing his head cautiously. The bag is still uncomfortable.

His eyelashes fluttered, thinking that he would tell Lin Sheng tomorrow that it would be fine for him to live in the bamboo house on the top of the mountain.

The smell on the bedding was familiar, and the sedative medicine was burning in the censer in the corner. As he thought about it, his eyelashes stopped trembling, and he was overwhelmed by fatigue, and soon fell into a dream.

Mu Zheng watched him turn over, revealing his thin back, he walked over, trying to cover him with a quilt, but there was warmth in his hands.

The young man's heart and body were both warm, and this warmth melted the coldness of his fingertips, making him irresistible.

He took off his coat, lay down under the warm quilt, and hugged Lin Xinglu's body, who was half shorter than him, into his arms. He sighed and looked at Lin Xinglu's fair neck, where a red mole was dripping brightly. .

For the first time in his not-so-long life, he was warmed by someone. He lowered his head and kissed Lin Xinglu's neck.

Lin Xinglu was awakened by his biting coolness, turned around in a daze, and buried his whole body in Mu Zheng's arms.

In the early morning of the next day, Lin Xinglu vaguely felt that someone was hugging him. He thought it was a reunion, and then he woke up with a jolt.

"Master?"

There was a smile on Mu Zheng's face first, and then he opened his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" Mu Zheng was in a good mood.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a good night's sleep. There was always a chill in his body that spread from his heart to his limbs. Whenever he didn't do anything, this feeling was especially serious, lying on the bed At that time, the whole person fell into an ice cellar.

He has reached the Nascent Soul stage, so he shouldn't feel cold.

The warmth of this night made every part of his face soft.

"Very good." Lin Xinglu carefully pulled himself out of Mu Zheng's embrace, and put on his shoes over him.

Mu Zheng felt that his hands were empty, and the chill came over his body again.

He watched Lin Xinglu run out as if fleeing, the smile on his face was put away, and his expression was not so soft.

Lin Xinglu ran to the yard in a panic. In the yard, a plum blossom was intertwined, wild and natural, with a faint fragrance, blooming in the morning light.

He glanced at Meihua and walked out quickly.

He was afraid. In his opinion, Mu Zheng was a perfect man without any flaws. He wanted to get close to Mu Zheng. He should have been close to Mu Zheng like Lin Mingqi and Chong Hui. Mu Zheng blessed them and taught them how to practice. , gave them a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but Daoist Qingsong's words kept him on his toes.

After all, he is just a child, and even though he has experienced hardships, he is only a child who is gradually growing up.

The steelyard in his heart had unknowingly turned towards Mu Zheng.

The years in the mountains are quiet and long, the weather is getting warmer every day, the peach blossoms on the mountain bloom and fall, and they bear young green peaches, some of which have not grown up in the future, they have already been picked by Chonghui and Lin Mingqi to play.

Lin Xinglu finally got used to Mu Zheng's aura. He himself was like a ball of flame, and he had endless energy every day. He was either meditating or practicing sword. If he wasn't sleeping with Mu Zheng staring at him every night, he would probably be sleepless. Tired yourself out first.

Mu Zheng's body temperature didn't warm up with the weather.

Every inch of his body was as cold as ice, the sickness on his face hadn't receded, his lips were still the color of cherry blossoms, only his cough seemed to be getting better.

That night, Lin Xinglu had already fallen asleep, he grew a little taller, and his face became more and more serene, as if something was weighing heavily on his heart, preventing him from showing his face.

Mu Zheng stretched out his hand to touch the red mole on the back of his neck, the protruding knuckle was on the palm of his hand, Lin Xinglu was very thin, not only because of his height, but also because Fu Yunxu's cooking skills hadn't improved.

He watched Lin Xinglu eat a meal at night, only to realize that this disciple's stubbornness is not only in cultivation, but even in eating, he would rather die than surrender. Except for a decent bowl of white rice, he didn't even stretch out his chopsticks Pass.

If a person is hungry, even the most unpalatable food will be delicious, but Lin Xinglu is different. He seems to be born to torture people. Eat enough to guarantee you won't starve to death.

Mu Zheng stroked the mole, suddenly his face darkened, he turned over and left the room.

Lin Xinglu was already awake. Mu Zheng's fingers were too cold and too hard. He just wanted to move, but he didn't expect that Mu Zheng had already left the room and stood in the courtyard. He got up quietly and stood barefoot. Look out the window.

There was a strong night breeze and the waning moon in the sky. According to the old plum tree in the yard that hadn't bloomed, there was really nothing to see.

"So it's Peak Master Meng Ji." Mu Zheng smiled, the softer he smiled, the colder the moonlight was.

"Master Master heard that Master Mu has accepted a new disciple, so he specially ordered me to come and have a look." The visitor fell from the flying sword with a haughty voice. Lin Xinglu couldn't see his face clearly through the window, but he could see him He raised his chin slightly, with a disdainful expression.

It was as if Mu Zheng still had to thank him for his nightly visits to Fuyunxu.

"I heard that Peak Master Meng only entered Kunlun at the age of eight. I wonder if it's true?" Mu Zheng squinted his eyes and asked an irrelevant question.

His black hair was scattered, revealing a lazy smiling face, this smiling face was like an exquisite mask, hiding the real him in the darkness.

"So what?" Meng Ji sneered, not understanding what Mu Zheng wanted to say.

"Where did Peak Master Meng act as a thief before entering Kunlun?" Mu Zheng asked.

"What do you mean!" Meng Ji said angrily.

"Peak Master Meng came here late at night, didn't go through the mountain gate, didn't ask someone to pass it on, and stood on top of someone else's wall in the middle of the night. If he hadn't been a thief, why would he behave like this? Could it be that Peak Master Meng had other plans, and I discovered it? Take Sect Master Tang as the scapegoat?" Mu Zheng laughed.

The words in his mouth were ridiculed and scolded, but the expression on his face was very innocent, making Meng send "you, you, you" for a long time, his face flushed, and he couldn't say anything else.

It happened that Lin ran over angrily and panting, before he could stand still, he said: "Master, someone broke in..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Peak Master Meng standing in the yard, and was speechless for a while.

Master Meng was furious at the word 'Chuang'. He has been in a high position for many years and has not been ridiculed like this for many years. He said with a calm face: "No wonder others say that Master Mu has thin lips and sharp mouth. It seems that Master Mu has a sharp mouth. The kung fu on it is much stronger than the cultivation base."

"When one person is irrational and can't speak up to others, they will often say some clever words to prevaricate, Master Meng, don't believe the rumors." Mu Zheng said seriously.

Lin Xinglu stood behind the window and smiled silently.