The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 120 Approaching

This is too obvious, it's not true, and the reply was too quick.

"I know...but I won't tell you. Mother said you can't talk nonsense." The little boy next to her raised his face and said innocently.

Xuan Yuran's eyes lit up for a moment. It seemed that there was a chance.

He is a man who never misses an opportunity.

He immediately stood up, took out a piece of talisman paper from his body, pointed with his finger, and the yellow talisman paper suddenly lit up.

The talisman paper immediately flew up, like a butterfly, dancing all over the sky, sometimes flying horizontally, sometimes flying vertically.

The children who watched were all drooling, and the little boy with the tufts of hair just now followed the flying talismans with his eyes, which were sparkling.

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips and smiled. Children are indeed easy to coax.

"I'll give this to whoever tells me." Xuan Yuran leaned over and said.

"Then I won't tell you either," said the older child.

"High Priest Lili is walking straight east, behind the woods..."

"Hmm..." The older child immediately covered the little one's mouth with his hand.

"He is a foreigner." The older child let go of Little Tutu's mouth and said in a very vigilant manner.

Unexpectedly, the news was heard so quickly, Xuan Yuran found it a little unbelievable.

He gave the butterfly-shaped talisman paper in his hand to the little boy and stored some spiritual power on it.

That's enough to keep him entertained for a while.

The children next to him looked at him enviously.

In order to verify the truth of this statement, Xuan Yuran specially found a tavern and followed a villager.

I deliberately asked the villager the place I had heard about. The villager immediately sobered up and looked very secretive. I told him not to go there.

It seems that this place is a taboo.

Xuan Yuran looked at the drunkard in front of him and knew that this direction should be correct.

This seemed to be the first official task given to him by his master, and he completed it so quickly.

I felt inexplicably happy, just like a student who got a perfect score on the test for the first time.

He rushed back immediately because he remembered that his master had told him to inform him as soon as he got any news.

As Xuan Yuran stepped into the yard, he saw Tang Tianao practicing sword, with Yin Tu standing beside him to cheer him on.

"Good," Yin Tu was still standing aside, praising loudly.

It seems that Tang Tianao’s sword skills are really well practiced.

Xuan Yuran bowed reluctantly and looked around but didn't see his master.

Suddenly it occurred to me that he might still be in the cold spring.

He thought, waiting for him to come back.

Then, before he even entered the house, he changed his mind.

Master said to go find him as soon as possible.

Xuan Yuran hurried out of the yard, like the wind.

The red figure flashed out of the yard and almost caught Tang Tianao's eyes.

Along the way, Xuan Yuran didn't know what he was thinking. He just wanted to see his master.

The backyard was not big, and Xuan Yuran quickly found the bamboo door. He guessed that this was the cold spring that his master had mentioned.

Shortly after entering the bamboo gate, Xuan Yuran encountered a barrier.

Needless to say, this barrier was definitely set by the master. As if by some strange coincidence, Xuan Yuran did not hesitate and broke the barrier with a wave of his hand.

This barrier was not reinforced, so it was easy to break for Xuan Yuran, a talisman practitioner.

In the cold spring, Tang Yixin slowly opened his eyes and realized that the barrier was broken.

Just as he was about to move, he looked up and saw a familiar red figure.

His heart calmed down instantly.

Tang Yixian was wearing a white inner garment at this time. He did not pick up the long gown not far away. He moved forward slightly and asked in a clear and soft voice:

"Xiao Xuanwu, why are you here? What difficulties have you encountered?"

Tang Yixien's words "Xiao Xuanwu" were full of doting and tenderness.

Every time Xuan Yuran heard it, his heart beat faster.

Xuan Yuran bowed slightly and said obediently:

"Disciple has found out the residence of the high priest. Master said that he will tell you as soon as he gets the news."

Tang Yixian lowered his eyes and smiled brightly, his auspicious phoenix eyes slightly curved, revealing a clear and moist light, and said in a brisk tone:

"Yes, Master did say so."

Tang Yixien didn't expect that Xuan Yuran would find out so quickly.

At this time, Tang Yixin's white undershirt was wet and stuck to his body, faintly revealing his delicate and fair skin. The clothes wrapped tightly around his waist made his slender waist more prominent.

Xuan Yuran's eyebrows were slightly startled, and the tips of his ears felt slightly hot. Then, as if something sank into his eyes, his palms clenched slightly.

"Can I go over and speak to Master?"

Xuan Yuran said in a soft and childish voice, with a clear and milky look that made it hard to refuse.

"Of course." Tang Yixien replied naturally.

It was indeed a bit strange for the master and disciple to talk to each other from such a distance.

Tang Yixuan didn't realize that Xuan Yuran was no longer the boy who was too shy to look at him when he saw him taking a medicinal bath.

He just stood there, watching Xuan Yuran slowly approach him.

Xuan Yuran stepped into the spring and walked closer to Tang Yixian step by step.

He couldn't help but walk closer and closer, close enough to smell the faint magnolia scent on his master.

He wanted to get closer, but he restrained himself.

There was only an arm's length between the two of them.

Tang Yixien felt that it was not necessary to talk so closely, but he didn't care.

I just thought Xuan Yuran was a child, maybe he thought this was a secret and needed to be told closer.

He looked at Xuan Yuran in front of him, and he was no longer the same as when he first met him.

Xuan Yuran has grown taller than before, and his figure is not as slender and tender as before.

In the water, his clothes were tightly attached to his waist, revealing his strong and tight abdominal muscles.

These abdominal muscles are too...strong, aren't they?

How much is this?

How does this child usually exercise?

"Master, what are you looking at?" Xuan Yuran asked with a hint of warmth in his voice.

"Nothing?" Tang Yixien realized that he had lost his composure and immediately looked away.

"Master, I noticed that you, Xuanwu, have a well-trained body and are quite strong." Tang Yixien said truthfully.

Xuan Yuran raised the corners of his lips slightly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"Master, if you are willing, you can practice with your disciple."

The two were too close, and Xuan Yuran's breath was right in front of them.

A faint fragrance wafted over, with a milky aroma that seemed mixed with the taste of grass.

Tang Yixien narrowed his beautiful eyes and nodded slightly. His clothes were wet and stuck to his snow-white skin. His neck was slender and delicate, as smooth as jade.

It seems that if you rub it gently, it will turn pink.

Xuan Yuran recalled the soft feeling he felt when he touched his master's neck that day.

His heart suddenly beat faster, his cheeks were hot, and the boy was immersed in the presence of the person he liked, feeling a kind of intoxicated intoxication.