Chapter 933 She is even more ill (12)

The man looked ordinary and dressed in gorgeous clothes. He looked like he was not from this town at first glance.

"Master."

Before Yan Chumiao could speak, Yan Zhiwu took a few steps to her and looked at the man with a bad look.

"I wonder which sect they are from?" The man was obviously interested in Yan Chumiao, so his eyes were not very friendly when he looked at Yan Zhiwu.

"A disciple of Xiayunling Sect."

"Qingxuan Sect." Yan Zhiwu showed off his sect token after he said that.

On one side of Qingxuan Sect's token is the same for everyone, but on the other side is not. On it, there are information such as everyone's name and master, and Yan Zhiwu did not reveal the back.

The man's face changed instantly, "It turned out that it was from Qingxuan Sect. He was so rude that he was just below."

Yunling Sect is at most a bit famous in this small place, but compared with Qingxuan Sect, it is not enough to see it. Qingxuan Sect is one of the five major sects in the Immortal Cultivation World. This is not something he can mess with, let alone the other party calls it.

She is the master.

At this moment, all the colorful intestines in his heart were gone.

After the man left, Yan Zhiwu looked around the people around him and looked vigilant.

"Master, like the person just now, he had no good intentions at first sight. We must stay away from such people."

Yan Chumiao nodded casually, and then Yan Zhiwu was watching him fiercely, and no one dared to get closer.

After it got completely dark, the people in the market gradually dispersed. When Yan Chumiao and Yan Zhiwu returned, they were still holding two strings of candied haws in their hands.

"Master, you have eaten three skewers today." Yan Zhiwu couldn't help but remind him as he looked at him.

"Is there any problem?" Yan Chumiao glanced at him.

Yan Zhiwu couldn't say anything to persuade him, "No, no."

Although eating too much candied haws is not good for teeth, they are cultivators and it is impossible for them to not even handle the problem of teeth well.

Yan Chumiao ignored him and walked in front of him.

He followed behind and looked at her back with a little helpless look.

It is really hard for the master who holds the candied haws to remind people of the Master of the Xuanqing Sect, and he is more like a lady from a big family.

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"Master, the disciple is in the next room. If there is anything wrong with the master, you can call him a disciple at any time."

After sending Yan Chumiao to the door of the room, Yan Zhiwu said.

"I know, my teacher." Yan Chumiao nodded casually, then entered the room with candied haws. On the way up the mountain, she finished eating a string, and only half of the string was left.

After entering the room, Yan Chumiao received another secret letter.

There are Yan Zhishi, there are Yan Zhiyi, and Yan Zhier.

Yan Zhisi had the most, and he asked her all the time when she would come back, and he missed her very much.

Yan Zhiyi was much more subtle and asked him about various reasons when she would come back. He also missed him, and his words were so obscure that it was difficult to detect.

Compared with his implicitness, Yan Zhiwu was much bolder, and he said whatever he had and spoken extremely boldly. If a normal person saw it, his face would be blushed and his heart would be beating, but Yan Chumiao was very calm throughout the whole process.

After returning the secret letter to these people, Yan Chumiao was about to rest, but as soon as she got to bed, she received a secret letter from Yan Zhiwu.

The first three sent secret letters to each other are understandable. After all, they are not in the same place, so they can only contact each other through this method. Isn’t Yan Zhiwu next door?

Click on the secret letter, it is a word that feels extremely aggrieved and pitiful when you look at it.

——Master, can Xiaowu come to find him? Xiaowu is a little scared, Xiaowu just wants to see his master.

Yan Chumiao could sense that the other party was squatting at the door of her room at this moment.

——Just come in.

She sent a secret letter.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the boy pulled the edge of the door and leaned in, silly.

"Have Xiaowu disturbed Master?"

"No."

Hearing this sentence, the boy came in with confidence.

"Master, Xiao Wu originally wanted to knock on the door directly, but he was afraid of disturbing Master, so he didn't knock on the door."

He looks very well-behaved and considers people everywhere.

Yan Chumiao looked a little straight-hearted and didn't seem to notice this at all.

"Is there anything wrong with you coming to find a teacher?"

"Xiao Wu was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep. She was restless and couldn't calm down to practice. Master, is Xiao Wu sick?"

He pursed his lips, his eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, pitiful and scared.

"So you want me to see."

"In Xiaowu's heart, Master is the most powerful. Xiaowu believes in Master the most. Master will show it to Xiaowu."

He said that, and walked to Yan Chumiao.

"Stretch out your hand." Yan Chumiao said.

The other party obediently did it. Yan Chumiao held his wrist and input his spiritual power bit by bit. He wandered in Yan Zhiwu's meridians. After confirming that there was no problem, she checked other aspects again.

The boy cooperated carefully throughout the whole process, his slender eyelashes trembled. He bit his lower lip slightly, and looked at Yan Chumiao with infinite shyness.

None of these Yan Chumiao saw them.

When Yan Chumiao finished the investigation and raised his head, Yan Zhiwu immediately put away all his expressions.

"Master, what's wrong with Xiao Wu?"

"You have no problems and are in good health."

"But Master, I feel really uncomfortable, especially when I get close to Master. When I think of Master, I feel that my heart is not right. Master, should I check my heart again?"

"How to check?" Yan Chumiao had already seen his purpose, and saw that she still asked on purpose, "Do you want me to dig out your heart and check it carefully before putting it in?"

Yan Zhiwu choked, but fortunately he did not break down his disguise.

"Just just touch Xiaowu's heart, Xiaowu's heart really beats very fast."

He begged pitifully.

Yan Chumiao stretched out his hand and placed it on his chest as he wished. He felt his temperature and his messy heartbeat from the distance from his thin clothes.

"It's very soon."

“Master…”

The boy's sticky voice seemed a little ambiguous in the dim room.

"Stop." Yan Chumiao's fingertips on his chest, stopping his leaning over, and pushing him back little by little, pushing the person for a certain distance before stopping.

The boy looked at her innocently throughout the whole process.

This move is useless to Yan Chumiao.

"Did you fall in love with your teacher?"

The boy looked at her and nodded for a long time to admit.

"I am moved by my disciples. Will my disciples hate me?"

His eyes turned a little red, pitiful, as if as long as Yan Chumiao nodded, he could cry.

"Why do you hate it?" Yan Chumiao's voice softly, and it sounded like he was coaxing someone.

"Master..." Yan Zhiwu looked at her in a daze as if he had seen hope.

"Does the master like Xiao Wu?"

Yan Chumiao looked straight into the boy's eyes, "Of course I like it, after all, Xiao Wu is the master's favorite five disciples, why wouldn't Master like it?"
Chapter completed!