Why don't you dare to speak anymore.

Chu Jinxiao frowned at him and looked away.

Although he was born like this, he also had a serious temper when facing people other than his master.

At this time, he looked straight at Ning Ji, obviously not wanting anyone to be present when he was talking.

After Ning Ji confessed his feelings last night, he didn't want others to speculate too much.

So he left the book and looked at Yu Hedao: "You should go back first."

"I will tell you about the arrangements for the new disciple later."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was like cold snow that brushed away the dryness caused by Chu Jinxiao's appearance.

Yu He felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but look up at him.

But in my heart, I secretly blamed myself for losing my composure just now.

If he had known about the fragrance of Senior Brother Chu, he should have restrained himself.

He actually lost his composure in front of the Immortal Lord.

I wonder if the Immortal Lord will think that he is weak-minded...

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.

The huge gap between his admiration for the Immortal Master made him tighten his grip, and he regretted it for the first time.

Ning Ji didn't know what he was thinking, so he just waved his hand and asked people to leave.

When he is not practicing swordsmanship, he has always been lazy.

After sitting under the tree for a long time, not wanting to move, a crow-feathered black hair was slightly scattered on the snow clothes, leaving only the white jade-like knuckles holding the tea cup.

Yu He thought he had let down the Immortal Lord.

My throat tightened slightly, and I felt depressed for a moment, but finally retreated.

After the gentle footsteps fell, the door was slowly closed again.

Chu Jinxiao's brows relaxed a little:

"Master didn't go out today?"

He could see through the fact that Ning Ji had not moved at a glance.

Ning Ji's hand stroking the tea cup paused, wondering why Chu Jinxiao was as sharp as a dog.

He didn't want to say anything more, so he changed the subject: "Why did you come here to see me as your teacher today?"

Chu Jinxiao didn't mention what happened last night.

Ning Ji also pretended that he had forgotten it.

There are only two people in Hexueyuan now.

When Ning Ji raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, Chu Jinxiao looked at him and suddenly said: "Jinxiao's matter is not in a hurry."

"Master's hair is loose. How about I fix it up for Master?"

Following his words, Ning Ji realized that he had not tied his hair today.

He frowned and was about to refuse.

But he saw that the young man who had just spoken had already walked forward spontaneously.

Before Ning Ji awakened his memory, it was not uncommon for Chu Jinxiao to comb his hair like this.

Yuqing Sect is the largest sect in the world.

It is not unusual to teach disciples to respect their teachers and tie their hair for their elders. Ning Ji didn't think it was anything before, but after last night, it became a little strange.

Chu Jinxiao didn't say much.

But after transforming into jade comb and snow dew, he gently approached Ning Ji.

The slightly cool hair was gently held up by a hand, and everything was as usual.

When Ning Ji saw this, he didn't know what to say.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Chu Jinxiao held the jade comb and combed it skillfully, making no mistakes in his movements.

After a while, Ning Ji's loose hair was tied up by a jade crown.

He never takes off his mask.

The ghost face looked extremely ferocious, but only Chu Jinxiao knew.

What does Master look like under the mask?

He is the only one who has seen such an appearance.

When he was lost in thought, he heard a voice asking: "How have you been practicing these days?"

Master has not paid attention to him for a long time.

After all, he was still a young man. Chu Jinxiao was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, there was a subtle hint of joy on his face.

"There has been a breakthrough in the past few days."

It was quiet in the courtyard.

Ning Ji slowly opened his eyes after closing them.

"Now that we have made a breakthrough, it's time to go down the mountain and practice."

As soon as he said these words.

The seemingly non-existent atmosphere of intimacy between the two was instantly broken.

Chu Jinxiao's fingers froze and he slowly lowered his eyes, unable to even say what he had planned to say before.

…

It was already evening when Chu Jinxiao left.

Ning Ji no longer pays attention to his affairs.

After getting up, he was ready to go to Hantan to practice swordsmanship.

He has an old injury and should not spend too much time practicing sword practice every day.

You have to soak in the cold pool to feel better.

An hour later.

Ning Ji sweated slightly and then stopped.

He was born with little desire, and the only thing that interested him was the way of the sword.

Since the injury ten years ago, my body has been exhausted.

I can only practice swordsmanship for a short time every day.

Fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

Ning Ji wiped it with a square handkerchief and thought of something else.

Ning Ji didn't feel the look in Chu Jinxiao's eyes when he left today.

He had no intention of love in the first place, and he didn't want to get involved with all that white moonlight.

I also don’t want to get entangled with the so-called admirers of the protagonist like in the original work.

It's better to cut it off as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, the time has come.

"Your Majesty, the hot wine from Hantan has been prepared."

With the voice of the boy outside the door.

Ning Ji put away his sword, raised his head, and responded lightly.

The cold pool is not far from Ning Ji's residence.

He was the only one living at the top of Jiejian Peak, so Ning Ji only took off his coat without any protection.

The boy had already left after putting down his things.

Ning Ji pursed his lips.

Let the icy cold pool cover your body.

The cold pool drawn from Jichuan is only useful for people with burn injuries. Most people will never be able to stand soaking here.

Waves of chill hit his fingertips, but Ning Ji's expression did not change.

It was only when the air-conditioning hit me and my lips turned slightly white that I slowly picked up the hot wine that the boy had prepared earlier.

Holding the celadon in his hand, Ning Ji's eyebrows skipped a beat.
To be continued...