Song Qian walked silently with his hands in his hands.

Tu Shanling followed behind him step by step.

Three meters back, there is Song Chuan, who beats his feet from time to time, and he is like a quail that has been plagued, wilting and slumped, and walking unsteadily.

They finally left the cleansing table.

Song Yuan originally intended not to let Song Qian leave, and kept persuading him.

Song Qian just turned sideways slightly and looked at Weng Zhong, who was kneeling not far away, without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Song Yuan had a thousand words, and he couldn't say a single word.

Every year, after the Shangyuan Temple Festival, it is a good time for each family to contact their feelings, and the heads of each family no longer restrict the children of each family, and the children can move freely.

Some of the disciples scolded Weng Zhong in order to attract people's attention or for secret thoughts, or scolded Weng Zhong, or spit on Weng Zhong, or trampled on Weng Zhong wantonly.

The attitudes of the disciples of the Dao Ancestor are different, so that the above behaviors are repeatedly prohibited.

Radical, such as Ju Sheng, advocated Duoli Weng Zhong and let Tu Shanling be scolded by eternity.

Neutral, such as Wu Chen, has never expressed his position publicly, and his attitude is unclear.

And the rest, either befriending Tu Shanling, or protecting the short, or having a bad personality, most of them can't accept that the little junior sister is being belittled, so Song Qian has drawn a sword, Hua Rong has interrupted the hands and feet of the juniors, and Geng Tingfang has scolded the heads of various families without showing any mercy.

For them, even if Tu Shanling did something wrong, he should admit his mistake and admit punishment, and the object should be Dao Zu, and it is not the turn of the cat, dog, and four to jump out and point fingers.

After that, Geng Tingfang even released cruel words, whoever set up a kneeling statue of Tu Shanling, he Hejin Geng's family broke off relations with whom, and he also did what he said, even Ju Sheng of the start-up kneeling posture Weng Zhong didn't get a good face, the weather is good, he wants to write an article to scold, and the weather is bad, he also has to write an article to scold.

Just yesterday, the Hejin Geng clan also scolded the Tang Ting Ju clan in the air, and the people and guests went into battle, and even the generals who wrote stumbling articles were carried to the front of the battle to write a few articles, a war of words, the number of participants in the battle was nearly 10,000, and in one day, nearly 100,000 articles were born.

And Geng Tingfang is the great disciple of the Taishang Dao, the first saint of the Qingjing Terrace, even if some people think that it is unseemly to make such a fuss, but there is not even a person who dares to take the lead to persuade him.

These disciples of Qingjingtai are really not easy to mess with.

In the end, Song Yuan was extremely reluctant to let Song Qian go.

Stepping over the sword tablet, Song Qian pulled out the natal spirit sword slashing thought, and a layer of clear brilliance bloomed on the slashing thought, and he stepped on it first.

Tu Shanling didn't see anything outside, and then stepped on the aura of slashing thoughts, and sat back and waited for the Shunfeng Sword to take her back to Nanye.

Song Chuan didn't have the courage of Tu Shanling, he wandered beside the spirit sword in small steps, looking like a little daughter-in-law was angry.

Song Qian waited for a long time, and before the third person got on the sword, he looked back, and was so frightened that Song Chuan suddenly jumped on the spiritual light, as if he had stepped on two monkeys under his feet.

The sword escape technique was unleashed, and the speed was extremely fast, and the constantly regressing scenery was connected together, making it difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Fortunately, the aura automatic body protection, Tu Shanling, who was standing in it, who was very weak on the bright side, and Song Chuan, who was really weak in cultivation, did not feel any discomfort.

When Sihai City was in sight, Song Qian suddenly slowed down and landed on the ground, retracting his thoughts.

Tu Shanling doesn't care.

Song Chuan didn't dare to ask.

The two followed behind Song Qian silently.

Something flew in and stuck to Tu Shanling's face, cold and cold, she reached out and touched it, and it was wet.

She searched for directions, and scattered snowflakes were drifting diagonally, and her eyes lit up, and she reached out to pick them up.

Song Qian tilted his head slightly, just in time to see a snowflake falling on Tu Shanling's palm.

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A piece of red maple fluttered into the window, Song Qian brushed away the fallen leaves, closed Tu Shanling's homework, and leaned on a few cases and pressed his eyebrows that were beating wildly.

He thought that Daozu asked him to take Tu Shanling to practice, not only to sharpen Tu Shanling's temperament, but also to sharpen his temperament, he was reluctant to pay attention to people in most cases, but he met Tu Shanling...... He really can't ignore it.

The topic that Daozu left to Tu Shanling today is "Analyzing the similarities and differences between humans and demons in connection with their own reality".

Tu Shanling replied:

Different: The demon can turn back into a demon body, and the power of natural abilities will be enhanced, while people cannot transform.

Same: Both humans and demons are born by mothers, and fathers can't be born.

Song was tired and lay on several cases.

If Dao Zu saw such an answer, he was sure that he would have to accompany Tu Shanling to be punished again tomorrow.

Tu Shanling loves to play, but in the past, she always had to be patient and honestly write her homework before playing, regardless of whether she would leave her homework, the number of words always had to be enough, but in the past few days, she not only answered extremely perfunctory, but the words were also ugly to a new height, and people's eyes were swollen and painful.

Song Qian opened the incense burner, extinguished the incense tower, and went straight to Tu Shanling's residence with a mess of homework.

Tu Shanling is like a wild monkey, jumping up and down all day long, and she is not sure where she is, but she always has to go back to her residence to sleep, and she can always catch someone by waiting for the rabbit.

Song Qian put his hand on the knocker of Tu Shanling's residence, and after a while of psychological construction, he suddenly opened the door.

Very unexpectedly, Tu Shanling's residence was neatly tied.

He pinched his fingers and calculated, and immediately knew that tomorrow would be a health inspection every ten years.

No wonder!

He sat down cross-legged, calmed down, took out the book he had brought with him and flipped through it, and after reading a page, he always felt that something was missing.

What's missing?

Less incense.

The incense burner stood at the base of the wall, but there was no incense next to the incense burner, and the top was clean, so it was not used much.

Song Qian stood next to a few cases, but his eyes swept over everything in the room, and finally fixed on the makeup box, and there was nothing next to him that could be used to hold sandalwood.

He opened the makeup box, and the first drawer contained a box of sandalwood, and the incense tower was neatly stacked, but it was full.

This box of sandalwood has the symbol of the flying bird, which is a special offer of Sihai City and a thing of the Song family.

Song Qian held the sandalwood and turned his head to look at the incense burner, his eyes full of regret for Mingzhu's secret casting.

A month ago, the Song family sent him the fourth quarter.

The retainers were taking stock of the order, Tu Shanling came, standing in front of the incense box and refused to leave, not to say that it smelled good, she asked for a box, and by the way, he took away the backward incense burner of the "alpine flowing water white crane" that he was used to.

He is very nostalgic for the old, something is used to it, and suddenly it is gone, he will be very unaccustomed, and it will take a long time to get used to it, and he has barely adapted to the new terracotta copper lid incense burner until today.

He shook his head, lit the incense tower, and put it on the "top of the mountain" to watch the white smoke flow down the "waterfall", and his heart calmed down.

He adjusted his sitting position, and was about to continue reading, when a discordant corner of fabric broke into his eyes, and he looked down at the goose yellow, knowing that it was probably a skirt caught by a wardrobe door.

He didn't start, after a few breaths, he couldn't help but turn back, and then he didn't start, after a few breaths, he still couldn't help but turn back, and so on a few times, he finally decided to help Tu Shanling stuff the corner of his skirt back into the closet.

He stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door, and the mat used in summer, the blanket used in winter, the extra cups and cups, and all kinds of miscellaneous items were smashed down in one fell swoop.

Song Qian: "......"

He frowned, pushed away the things that were pressed on his body with very low air pressure, turned over and stood up, and opened the boxes and cabinets in Tu Shanling's residence, and sure enough, all the things that Tu Shanling was too lazy to pack were stuffed inside, and the books were also stuffed with two books in this cabinet and three in that box.

He stood in place for a while, sighed, resigned himself to his fate, went out to fetch water, and began to help Tu Shanling clean up.

Seasonal clothes are hung in the closet, accessories are placed on the dressing table, those that are not in season are put to the bottom of the box, the books that have been studied recently are placed on several cases, and those that have been learned are placed on the shelves.

Just as he was putting a copy of "Materia Medica" on the shelf, a piece of paper suddenly slipped out of the book.

Out of politeness, Song Qian knew that he shouldn't open it to look at it, but out of his understanding of Tu Shanling, he knew that if he didn't look at it, he was afraid that something big would happen.

He almost didn't hesitate, unfolded the paper, and saw four big words written on the paper: Sneak away plan!

Tu Shan Ling!

Song Qian's hands were shaking with anger, and after a long time, he suppressed his ups and downs and continued to read the content.

Tu, Mountain, Bell, Actually, Yet, Quasi, Prepare, One, One, People, Steal, Run, Go, North, Xian, Mountain, Look, Snow!

Song Qian only felt that the sky was spinning.

He crumpled up the plan, clutched it and ran out.