Liluo stood quietly in place, although she was a little embarrassed after a day's events, but she seemed to be unaware, her back was straight, her chin was slightly raised, the corners of her lips were smiling, and her eyes looked at everything in this hall gently, like a reserved girl from a family. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But only the uncontrollable beating in her heart told her that she was not as indifferent or as invincible as she appeared.

Biting her lip slightly, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she found that there was no familiar figure in her sight.

It's okay, it's okay.

She thought to herself.

In just an instant, she frowned at her cowardice.

What is she afraid of?

Because it's going too well right now, are you worried that if you meet that person, the emotions that can't be suppressed will ruin her peace?

But since she agreed at that time, did she still have ......

Intuitively, I don't think about it anymore.

It seems that after years of precipitation, the light, bleakness, pain, and pleasure of the past have been covered up with the passage of time, but whenever there is a trace of wind and grass, those are gently rolled up and float in the air. It was too complicated, too heavy, for she to dare to touch it, and she didn't want to touch it.

"Look, there's a cutlass there!"

"Scimitar, we Void disciples have their own strengths, but I don't see that there is a scimitar as a means of cultivation. The voice was suspicious, "Isn't it the same as Sword Cultivation?"

"You don't understand the sword at first glance. The previous voice was slightly disdainful, and then a little complacent, "This person is obviously a martial arts cultivator." ”

"Martial arts, isn't that Peng Guzhai?"

The sound of whispering in the distance was blowing with the night wind, and when he looked back, he saw three or four disciples hiding behind the door, carefully sticking out their heads and looking out, and did not forget to discuss softly.

It's just that no matter how soft the voice is, she can hear it when she thinks about it, and the person being talked about outside the door must have heard it clearly.

However, looking at this appearance, it seems that this person doesn't care at all.

The previously stiff thoughts slowly turned, and the little girl casually put the green silk on both sides of her cheeks behind her ears, and walked over softly, standing behind the door.

The disciple who had been discussing before just glanced back at her, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he withdrew his gaze again, and continued to turn his head and whisper that the person outside the door was coming.

Outside the door was a man.

He leaned on the white jade railing half-leaning and half-sitting, as if immersed in his own world, the man lazily carried the wine jar in one hand, held the scimitar in the other hand on his lap, lowered his head, and looked at the scabbard engraved with the patterns of birds and beasts like this, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The cold moonlight projected down, making it more and more difficult to see his appearance, only the high nose bridge of the side face, and some resolute eyebrows.

There was still a whispered conversation in her ear, and the little girl looked at it for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

She suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

Maybe her eyes are a little remembrance, or maybe her eyes are a little sad.

The man quickly sensed that something was wrong, frowned slightly, and looked up a little impatiently, only to see a little girl, with a smile as quiet as a pear blossom, standing there and looking at him.

He thought that it was probably because of the wine, and shook his head slightly, and then he opened his somewhat misty eyes again, and when he looked over, he found that the small figure was still there.

The man made a light "hmm", put the wine jar on the ground, he supported the ground with one hand, barely stood up, step by step, step by step, and slowly stepped over.

The coercion of the high-level cultivation was faintly released from his upright figure, and several disciples behind the door couldn't help but let out a "oops", panicked, and scattered in a hurry, leaving only Liluo to stand quietly in place.

There were still a few steps to get closer, but the man stopped, staring at the little coldness in the girl's eyes in a daze, and there was hesitation on his face.

Isn't the little girl the best and the most noisy?

How can it be so quiet?

And...... Seems to have lost a lot of weight?

The smell of wine wafted from the dry and cold air to his nose, and the slightly drunken drunkenness made him mutter, and then raised his somewhat thick, but calloused hand, trying to smooth the little girl's messy head.

The candle flame in the hall was bright, and a thin layer of light was shining on the face of the man who had approached the door, which looked very warm, and he stared at Liluo tightly, as if he was thinking about an extremely difficult matter, and the more he looked at it, the longer he looked, until he slowly opened his mouth, his tongue was slightly curled, with a slight nasal voice, "Li, Li......"

"Stay away from what, stay away from my little sister!"

Out of nowhere, a red-clothed and black-haired figure suddenly appeared, scolding fiercely while unceremoniously pushing the man aside.

"How did you meet him?" Ruan Yanjun turned his head and looked at the little girl, his beautiful eyebrows full of disgust.

"......" Liluo smiled helplessly, and looked at the man who was leaning on the railing, stroking his head, and seemed to be trying to regain his clarity, "Isn't this an old acquaintance?" ”

"Who can be an old acquaintance with this drunkard?" Ruan Yanjun pouted, "It's been more than ten years, and I don't have a lot of alcohol and I like to drink it, and all the good wine in Peng Guzhai has been put away by Elder Chu, so I'm afraid that I will be harmed by his unlucky apprentice." ”

"Is it still this virtue?" Liluo's eyes were slightly surprised and nostalgic, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Leaving Senior Sister!" At this moment, the man seemed to have finally sobered up a lot, and pounced suddenly, calling with a little joy, and then as if he thought of something, he hesitated slightly, patted his head, and muttered, "No, it's not Senior Sister Li." ”

Ruan Yanjun sighed impatiently, the spiritual power in his hand surged slightly, and he recited a heart-clearing mantra in a low voice, and then pointed directly at the man, and then ignored the man's forehead, a little headache, uncomfortable appearance, and turned to Liluodao, "Let's go first?"

"I'm afraid that the senior brother will have to blame himself again, and I will wait later. Liluo smiled faintly, but did not refuse Ruan Er's proposal, and the two went around the railing and walked down the steps.

"Who cares about him? ”

……

Probably Elder Yan likes it, after going out of the main hall here, it is actually a dense spiritual plant, lush and full of flowers, even if it is late at night, it looks quite pleasing to the eye.

The children of the family and the disciples of the sect were all playing in the hall, so that this beautiful scenery was cheapened by Liluo and Ruan Er.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you alright?"

Unanimous words broke the silence in the spiritual bushes.

Liluo smiled and relaxed a little in front of Ruan Er, "You say first, the head didn't do anything to you, right?"