Chapter 110: Go when it's time to go

Chapter One Hundred and Ten
Originally, I wanted to discuss some economic issues with Pu Xiang, but Xue Mu was upset by this communication. It was too early to see. Xue Mu had to go to Xue Qingqiu to practice exercises, and there was no time to discuss business matters. .
Xue Mu looked at the patio for a long time, and the rain had already begun to fall and was getting heavier. He faintly said: "Listening to the Lord's words is really better than ten years of Jianghu Road. Xue has something to do today, and he will go to Yanyangzong again tomorrow morning."
Although it is a drop-off, there is still a return visit... This attitude is becoming more and more remarkable. Pu Xiang was overjoyed and stood up and gave his hands: "Well, tomorrow noon, Pu Xiang will host a banquet in Koufu Tower to wash the dust for Manager Xue."
Xue Mu nodded in response, watching Pu Xiang's chubby figure leave, still silent.
Zhuo Qingqing didn't expect what he was thinking, and reminded: "My son, this Puxiang is a smiling tiger. You must be careful not to have a good feast."
"It's okay... it's nothing more than the role of the city lord and the position of Xingyue director, which makes him feel that a strange product can be occupied." Xue Mu smiled: "If he came to show his courtesy before, I would still be a little wary. Now he is already a party. How many people have offended, the Yanyang Sect's strength can't protect it at all. If it weren't for the Xingyue Sect's shadow behind him, he was afraid that he would have been hacked early, but in fact he was looking for a backer."
After a pause, he said in a low voice: "Qingqing, remember, if this person just wants to be attached, he is still a usable person. Once it shows the meaning of wanting to return to the Xingyue Sect, it means that there is a backdoor, maybe even If there is ambition, the first thing I deal with is him. So I said, yes or no, it is his attitude."
Zhuo Qingqing nodded solemnly and said that he remembered it, and then asked: "The son seems to be very worried about what he said? Is it really inspired by financial currency?"
"Eh?" Xue Mu was taken aback, smiled and shook his head: "There is inspiration...but... it's something else."
"what?"
"The one thing he made me always tangled with headaches suddenly stopped... In fact, many things are very simple, just let it go, just let it go... It’s just that we think too much artificially, but change it. It's complicated." Xue Mu got up and left his seat and smiled: "Let's go, go to Rouge Workshop. It's raining, bring an umbrella."
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When he arrived at Xingyue Sect, Xue Mu went straight to Xue Qingqiu's bedroom, unimpeded. Along the way, I saw countless Yingying and Yanyan, holding oiled paper umbrellas in the rain, surrounded by fragrances, and smiled, making people look refreshed and happy.
Some of the girls didn't know each other, and some had met at the ceremony that day, and they all saluted him respectfully. Countless little girls looked at him timidly with green curiosity and natural shyness of young girls, showing that these little girls who have not been poisoned by the "magic atmosphere" still have gratifying innocence.
It is not easy. Xingyuezong survived in the cracks in his early years, the demon girl became more demon, twisted and indulged. It can be seen that under the vigorous development in the past few years, the atmosphere has slowly recovered, and the new generation of disciples still have a natural youthfulness, just like Xiaochan who was blushing when he got close at that time.
This is good.
Xue Qingqiu stood in his bedroom, stood in front of the window watching the rain, and watched Xue Mu walking along the corridor under the rain.
He deliberately put on a strong outfit for the purpose of practicing, and his eyes that were slightly dim because of his lack of practice now have a bit of spirit, and they look more and more heroic and beautiful. When he met a female disciple saluting, he smiled back, his eyes were kind and clear, which was very different from the male disciples of the previous sect's smoky period.
He entered the door, but Xue Qingqiu did not turn around, still standing by the window watching the rain.
Xue Mu put down the umbrella and turned to look at her quietly standing appearance, wide-clothed and wide-sleeved, floating with the wind, there is a charm of feathering and immortal in it. But his eyes were melancholy, which made the figure feel lonely.
Xue Mu hugged her from behind, and leaned his chin on her shoulder.
Xue Qingqiu liked his action very much and could feel the love he expressed from it. After being hugged by him for a while, she finally stopped watching the rain, turned her head and smiled slightly: "Why is it so gentle suddenly?"
"When have I not been gentle?"
"Huh..." Xue Qingqiu curled his lips: "You will obviously scold me."
"Haha..." Xue Mu didn't refute, watched the mist and rain with her, and asked: "Are you worried?"
Xue Qingqiu leaned back in his arms, as if he had found something to rely on, and whispered: "During the thirteen years, no matter how cumbersome things are, I will find time to return to Zongmen to instruct Chaner every year. Especially in the past few years. Stationed in Lingzhou, I get along day after day. She is like my daughter."
"So you are thinking about your daughter?"
"The turmoil in the arena is bad, and the children will always be worried when they leave home. Chan'er's letter is also right. This rainy scene is more likely to make people feel uncomfortable, so they become more worried."
Xue Mu chanted softly: "How many sorrows are there? Yichuan tobacco, full of wind in the city, plum Huang Shiyu."
Xue Qingqiu tasted it carefully for a while, and muttered: "It's really melancholy and melancholy. Suddenly, I feel that this kind of text is more powerful than Mei Gong at a certain time and can kill people."
"So...what a murderous female devil, what a persevering explorer, what a solemn and majestic master...you are a little woman, lonely, kind, and wise."
Xue Qingqiu didn't know what dead Wenqing was, so he smiled and said, "That's why you caught the weakness."
"Really?" Xue Mu moved his hand up slowly, accurately grasping the weakness of her perfect shape.
Xue Qingqiu let him hold it, was silent for a while, and sighed quietly: "The reply is finished. On the table, if you have something to say to Chan'er, you can add a few words."
Xue Mu kneaded gently, and said: "I won't write. Just send it."
Xue Qingqiu was a little surprised, turned his head slightly to look at his face, Xue Mu still smiled, nothing special.
Xue Mu always had Yue Xiaochan in his heart, she knew, Yue Xiaochan knew it, and Xue Mu knew it himself. It's just that the guy is too young, and limited by his exercises, Xue Mu's mind can only be kept tight. Xue Qingqiu has always had a feeling that Xue Mu's intentions for him are very likely to be passed on from Xiaochan.
The tragedy is that she fell into love, unable to escape, being kneaded by him like this, she didn't even have the slightest thought of objection. She was a little happy even because he liked it.
He said he didn't want to write anymore...Is this attitude really letting go of Xiaochan? Are you really focused on her? The problem is that even so, she may not be happy, she really doesn't know what kind of emotion she should be, and she always feels ashamed of her apprentice.
So Lin Wuya would think that as long as she keeps Xue Mu, she may never hope for Xue Qingqiu. With such mixed thoughts and troubles about gains and losses, it is like this city full of winds, chaos and blindness, so how can we be in harmony?
But she really couldn't let it go.
"You..." Xue Qingqiu pondered for a moment, or said: "Are you clear about this?"
Xue Mu whispered: "Why write some words to make people dream on paper? Who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe Xiaochan has another chance in the rivers and lakes and I don’t know, but now your nephrite is warm and fragrant. In my arms."
Xue Qingqiu's mood was a little confused, and he didn't think deeply for a while, but agreed with his point of view: "It's okay... don't pick Chan'er on paper, who knows what's going on in the future."
My heart loosened, and the place he had been playing with slowly began to feel a little bit. Xue Qingqiu bit his lower lip lightly, and felt that he was doing really well today, and he was more willing to give him some welfare, so he kept silent, and deliberately restrained his hands and feet, holding back his natural reaction, so as not to hurt his interest.
Xue Mu's range slowly increased, and slowly he unfastened her belt, and stretched in. Xue Qingqiu started breathing quickly, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "You should practice qigong."
Xue Mu kissed her earlobe and murmured: "Wait I will be abused by you... I was stupid yesterday. I don't know if I need some welfare first. Give me a little today."
After being said that, Xue Qingqiu's heart softened, and he sighed his injustice, and watched him untie her silk robe and slowly peeled it to the ground.