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Mu Jinlan held Ling Motang's hand: "Senior nephew, don't worry, no one in the Liuyun Sect will bully you with me." The oath was so loud that every disciple present could hear it.

Everyone thinks: Mu Jinlan is really a kind and intelligent beauty!

"Thank you." Ling Motang smiled harmlessly.

Mu Jinlan smiled lightly: "Then I'll go and transcribe the scriptures first, my nephew is free." ”

Ling Motang watched Mu Jinlan leave, squatted in the corner and grinded the ink, and when he finished all the sacrificial texts in the middle of the night, Ling Motang stretched his waist and yawned one after another, his eyes were wet, and tears were about to flow down.

Mo Jingru did the final examination, Ling Motang rubbed his sore wrist and yawned again, looking like he could fall asleep standing up, with his hands around his shoulders and one leg slightly bent.

"What kind of system is sluggish, you stand up." Elder Xuancang reprimanded Ling Motang for his lazy appearance, and Ling Motang stood upright with a spirit, until Mo Jingru let out a long breath and said to the master: "It's all done." Ling Motang immediately turned around and left, if he didn't leave, he was afraid that there would be another incident.

"Ling Motang, you come." The head of the sect called Ling Motang, who was hiding in the crowd, and said, "The rest of the disciples should go back and rest." ”

Ling Motang's scalp was numb, but when he turned around, a smile appeared on his face: "What else does the head have to order?" "Almost biting his tongue and saying it, really, if it weren't for Ling Motang's temper control, he would have turned his face a long time ago.

The disciples left one after another, and the head of the sect deliberately squeezed out a little smile, but it was enough to make Ling Motang's heart furious: There is something to discuss, but I advise the head not to laugh.

"Today, Shen Yuan said that there are a few books in the Library Pavilion that he needs, you go and ask him which ones he wants, and give you that word to practice more, don't lose the face of my Liuyun Sect." The head was very serious: "Or you can directly send the book to Master Shen Zhuang, let the other disciples copy the book, and leave the manuscript in the library pavilion."

Ling Motang's first reaction was: Why does the head of Liuyun want to stammer Shen Yuan so much, he is also the head of the faction, can he not show flattery so obviously, such an environment, how can I follow you to learn to be a rigorous and honest gentleman.

Ling Motang: "Don't worry, the disciple knows what to do." ”

The head waved his hand: "Well, you can also step back and rest." Only then did he let Ling Motang leave.

On Ling Motang's way back to the house, the snow was falling densely, floating on his face with a little cold, after returning to the house, Ling Motang patted the snow chips, washed briefly and fell asleep.

The quicksand in the hourglass flows slowly, and there is no dream at night.

At the end of the day, Ling Motang pushed open the door, the sky outside was slightly bright, the sky was still a little low, and the silver light emitted by the snow in front of the door also illuminated some of the dim sky, I was afraid that there would be a lot of snow in the next few days.

She exhaled a breath of turbidity, put the pen and ink into the cloth pocket hanging diagonally on her shoulder, and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow towards Shen Yuan's residence, Shen Yuan's residence was the Qinxue Garden in the east of the Liuyun Sect, and the miscellaneous house where she lived in the west was just shaking, the sunrise in the east, the sunset in the west, and the east and west sides were respectful and humble.

When I first entered the Qinxue Garden, Ling Motang was still fascinated by the scenery in front of me, the snow pressed the branches, the small bridge was interspersed with the rockery jungle, the winding path was secluded, the flowing water was frozen and covered with a layer of white snow and the ink bamboo on the shore contrasted with each other, and the red Tianzhu was reflected in it. The wooden structure of the carved and painted corridor is hung with unique palace lamps, leading all the way to the innermost attic.

In the delicate attic, wind chimes hang from the corner of the eaves high up, and the sound of tinkling in the silent ice and snow is heard when the cold wind blows.

Breathing in the air with the fragrance of plum here, he only felt refreshed, Ling Motang sighed: This is much better than my miscellaneous house. In front of her broken yard, there were only dead vines and old trees and weeping willows, and everything looked sick.

Ling Motang threw off the hem of her clothes and strode up to the attic, then took a deep breath and knocked on the door, but there was no movement, and then she knocked on the door, but there was still no movement, when she was about to kick the door, Yu Guang saw the stone table and chairs in the corner of the garden, red plum reflecting snow, Shen Yuan was holding a book in his hand and reading it seriously, with a well-defined resolute side face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, white skin and long black hair in starry contrast.

White is whiter and black is blacker.

If Shen Yuan is placed in modern times, if he stands on the stage of the Honest Do Not Disturb, he will rush to his posture, and the 24 female guests on the stage will not hesitate to blow up the lights for him at the same time.

Ling Motang was very honest, and she admitted that she also liked Shen Yuan's hue.

It's just a pity that the other party not only wants her life, but also always blocks her, ridicules and ridicules her verbally, and makes her even more dumb in behavior, if it weren't for Shen Yuan's good-looking appearance, every time he mocks and disdains her, he has a slightly more pleasing feeling, Ling Motang would have been angry with him a long time ago.

At present, Ling Motang has always been impetuous and superficial!

It is estimated that if Shen Yuan's attitude towards her was a little better, Ling Motang felt that she would definitely go around Shen Yuan shamelessly. After all, who would refuse to look so good-looking?

"Hey." Ling Motang waved to Shen Yuan upstairs, and his crisp voice pierced the silent sky, appearing abrupt on the quiet snowy day, startling the plum sparrows, but Shen Yuan turned a deaf ear, and his gaze on the book did not move a bit.

Ling Motang complained in his heart: Pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning!

She kicked down to the attic again, and walked towards Shen Yuan quickly, recording the books he wanted earlier, so as to save the library too late, and to be counted down by the old man in Qinghua.

The more anxious she is, the easier it is to make a mess, and when she was about to get close to Shen Yuan, her feet slipped, and the cloth bag hanging diagonally on her shoulder almost flew up, and the inkstone with the ink inside covered with a lid flew out of the cloth bag directly, and the ink inside was sprinkled in the pure white snow, and it was pitch black.

This is not the worst, the worst thing is that she slipped all the way to Shen Yuan on her knees, and stopped half a meter away from Shen Yuan's knees impartially, Shen Yuan naturally ignored Ling Motang, who was mentally retarded, and calmly opened another page with her slender and powerful fingers.

Ling Motang faced the snow, took a bite of fluffy snow in her mouth, and when she raised her head, Shen Yuan put down the book in her hand, her eyebrows were not raised or her eyes were blinked, and her voice was as smooth as it sounded: "Such a big gift will be dispensed with in the future." ”

Shen Yuan, your uncle! Ling Motang roared silently: What a son of a bastard thinks I kowtow to him!

"Bah" spit out the snow chips in her mouth, Ling Motang got up from the ground, patted her slightly damp clothes, the whole person was messy in the wind, and the fragrance of cold plum blossoms mixed with Shen Yuan's freshly brewed white tea drilled into the tip of her nose.

"The boss asked me to record which books you want to read, and I will send them to you after I have transcribed them." Ling Motang tried his best not to sound so embarrassed, but Shen Yuan casually lifted the ceramic teapot from the small stove and put it down, pointed to the teapot, and looked at Ling Motang seriously.