IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

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The old man looked at the young man who was obviously wearing his junior brother's clothes and throwing himself into his junior brother's arms. He hesitated for about half a minute and asked in a low voice, "Junior brother, who is this young man?" Because the scene he saw was so unbelievable, he didn't even notice the title of "Uncle Master" that Chen Yuan had just mentioned.

　　"He's my youngest disciple."

　　Chen Yuan wanted to push the little disciple out of his arms, but the little disciple's arms, which seemed so delicate that they could be broken with a little force, actually hugged him very tightly. He didn't use force for fear of damaging the body that had just transformed. "Go to the yard to practice. I have something important to discuss with your uncle."

　　Mu Xingchen, who reacted, first called uncle obediently, and then buried his face in Chen Yuan's arms again, sniffing the cold fragrance on his master's body, and refused to let go. "I want to be with you." After that, he raised his head again, "Master, you can seal my hearing! That way I won't hear anything I shouldn't hear!"

　　After all, it took him a hundred years to transform successfully, and it was not easy to have close contact with his long-cherished master. Mu Xingchen didn't want to separate from Chen Yuan at all. He gathered Chen Yuan's clothes on his back into a ball and hugged him tighter.

　　This posture is obviously inappropriate between a master and a disciple. Chen Yuan thought that his little disciple grew up alone on the top of Penglai Peak, and he had only seen him for several years. It was normal that he didn't know the etiquette of the world, so he didn't correct him. He just said, "Don't make trouble."

　　Rejected again, Mu Xingchen raised his head from Chen Yuan's arms aggrievedly, looking into those cold eyes, "Master..."

　　Chen Yuan was unmoved by the little disciple's coquettishness, but the head of the sect standing beside him smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, just let him listen. And if you agree, he can also get a place to go with you to see the world."

　　"He won't go."

　　Although the head of the sect was a little surprised that Junior Brother Chen refused so suddenly, he did not ask any more questions. Every junior brother has his own way of teaching his disciples, and even if he is the head of the sect, he will not interfere. He just looked at the young man who was so aggrieved that he seemed to be about to cry, and felt reluctant, "It doesn't hurt to let him listen."

Hearing his uncle pleading for him, Mu Xingchen hurriedly promised obediently, "I will be very quiet and will definitely not disturb you and uncle!"

　　Chen Yuan still frowned, but did not make a sound to drive him away. Looking at the little disciple who was only wearing his outer shirt, he picked him up with one hand and put him back into the house, and took out a slightly smaller set of clothes from the storage ring, "Put on your clothes and come out."

　　Mu Xingchen, who had a whole set of clothes in his hands, had no time to speak before the door was closed in front of him. Outside the house, Chen Yuan's voice came, inviting his uncle to discuss in the yard, followed by footsteps.

　　"...Why is he like this!"

　　In order to find Chen Yuan quickly, Mu Xingchen shook the clothes in his hand and found that the clothes were indeed much smaller than what he was wearing at the moment, but it was still a little big for him. After all, even the master a hundred years ago was much taller than he is now. The clothes

　　in his hand were also white clothes with very simple patterns. It was obvious that his love for clothes had never changed for many years, just like Chen Yuan had been protecting him for more than ninety years and feeding him with the spiritual power he cultivated.