After putting on the clothes and changing the shoes, Feng Ruohong took Lin Yuanchen to sit down by the dressing table, and took out a delicate grate from his sleeve: "Yuji, look, this is made for you by the master, and in the future, the master will use this grate to comb your hair every day." ”

Lin Yuanchen looked at the grate and felt exquisite: "Wind ...... Master, do you really have a hair fetish? ”

Feng Yuluan squinted at Lin Yuanchen: "Is Master really a pervert in your heart?" ”

Lin Yuanchen lowered his head embarrassedly, with a smirk: "If I hadn't known you a long time ago, you would be a pervert in my heart!" ”

Feng Yuluan stretched out his big hand and pinched Lin Yuanchen's cheek: "Since you think Master is a pervert, then Master will show you a pervert tonight?" ”

"Master!" Lin Yuanchen shouted like a coquette.

Feng Ruohong raised the small grate and continued to the candlelight: "This grate is still your entry sword, this is a sword formation made of three thousand purple bamboos from Yourong Po's family. You want to learn how to fly with the sword, and you are afraid of heights, so the master helped you make these 3,000 sword formations, and you will not be afraid of heights when the sword formations fly in the future. It's like...... It's like stepping on somersault clouds. ”

Lin Yuanchen stretched out his hand to grab the small grate, but Feng Yuluan grabbed it in his hand: "Master, stepping on somersault clouds, is it true?" Why don't you teach me how to fly now! ”

"Don't teach now, now! Combs. ”

Lin Yuanchen obediently sat down in front of the mirror on the dressing table, in the mirror, she looked at Feng Yuluan, he was concentrating on combing his hair, Lin Yuanchen watched Feng Yuluan's every move from the mirror, and he was fascinated.

"Why do you like to look at people in the mirror so much?" Feng Yuluan said while combing his hair, "That time near your house, you also looked at me from the mirror. If you want to see me, you can see it directly. ”

When Lin Yuanchen was told this, he no longer looked at him in the mirror, but glanced away.

"There is a clone of my remnant souls on this grate, if the master can't help you comb your hair in the future, the remnant soul on the grate can help you comb it." After a long time, Lin Yuanchen's gray hair was all combed, and Feng Ruohong put a hair ornament on the dressing table. The ornament was as straight as a hairpin, with a long ribbon floating in the ground, and a blue butterfly on top of it, which at first glance looked like a real thing, and flapped its wings from time to time.

"Master, this is so beautiful, what is this?"

"This is called the Lingxi hairpin, which is a hairpin specially combed to hold the bun, and this blue butterfly is made by the master smelting ninety-eight water veins outside the territory. Your natal life is water, but your natal appearance is a shocking hexagram, and Master uses these ninety-eight water veins to moisten your hair. There are clouds in the photo book, and many people who are destined to shake the hexagram have hair loss, have you heard of it? ”

"No wonder, there was a Taoist priest who said that my fate was shocking and I needed to take care of my hair, and I was inexplicable when I heard it!" She took advantage of Feng Yuluan's inattention, and secretly glanced at him from the mirror, in fact, Feng Yuluan could notice all of this move, "Master, what kind of hairstyle is that bun?" ”

Feng Yuluan smiled mysteriously: "Holding the head, like a pair of hands holding your head, five strands of hair from both sides of the back of the head, crossed and stacked on the back of the head, in the center of these intersections, fixed straight with the spirit rhino hairpin, with the heart of the spirit rhino rhino a little through, and then the rest of the hair hangs down naturally, with the streamer at the tail of the spirit rhino hairpin tied to the end of the five strands of hair, on the front of the face on the left and right forehead corners, left and right two ears, a total of four small strands of hair, cut off at the jaw, representing the four times with the king." This is the bun. ”

Lin Yuanchen nodded while listening: "It sounds so complicated......"

"In the future, Master will help you comb it, and you don't have to memorize it."

While the two were talking, they combed their hair in a bun, Feng Yuluan inserted the homemade spirit hairpin at the back of Lin Yuanchen's head, and then cut off the four strands of hair on the front with his fingers, and then collected the cut hair in his hand, turned his palm over, turned into a hundred embroidery needles, and took out a purse, put these embroidery needles into the purse, and handed it to Lin Yuanchen: "Aren't you going to learn embroidery from Master?" You put these needles away. ”

Lin Yuanchen took the purse and took a look, only to see that the material of the purse was a fine silk forging, embroidered with a few lotus flowers, the lotus stitches were fine, the needles were neat and rhythmic, and it looked pleasing to the eye. Open the purse and take out an embroidery needle made of his own hair, this needle is extremely thin, transparent to the light, and the silver shines with purple light, just like his own hair, Lin Yuanchen has the same fetish as Feng Yuluan, whether it is a purse or a needle, he can't put it down all of a sudden, and he keeps playing with it in his hand.

"Yuji, stop playing, put things away. Don't you want to eat ice cream? Stand up and go outside to show Master. A long, white hand stretched out in front of Lin Yuanchen.

Lin Yuanchen stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Yuluan's outstretched hand, and walked out of the hall with Feng Yuluan. The door of the main hall creaked open, Lin Yuanchen stepped over the threshold, and walked under the vast snow outside the hall, snowflakes continued to fall beside her, making a subtle clicking sound.

The disciple who practiced swords on the flat ground secretly looked here, and Feng Yuluan's eyes seemed to be dazzled by a burst of strong light: "Lang Lang is the god of seizing the moon, and the posture of shooting stars is really moving!" ”

"Master actually combed the little sister's hair in a bun, what does this mean?"

"Isn't the bun combed by a male cultivator who has already married to a female cultivator? Could it be that the two of them, in the temple just now, did that kind of thing? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, this is not married, how can you just go to the hall and do that kind of thing, what do you think of Master?"

At this time, several female disciples looked at Feng Tianyun, only to see Feng Tianyun with his eyes open, looking at the two people at the door of the main hall, the expression on his face changed, his chest rose and fell, and a blue-yellow slender sword in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath, flew rapidly into the air, and a sword pierced into the mountain stone next to the main hall.

The wind of sword qi blew Lin Yuanchen's full back hair, flying with the snowflakes, Feng Yuluan glanced at Feng Tianyun, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, pulled Lin Yuanchen, and walked towards Ruzhen and Yu Jingyan.

"Lin Yuanchen, I can't recognize you when you dress like this!" Yu Yuyan took Lin Yuanchen's hand, "Haha, this hair is really well combed, don't you say?" If true? Tomorrow, I want you to comb this hair for me! ”

Lin Yuanchen didn't understand the meaning, but he complained that Yu Qianyan was hiding herself, so he said casually: "Since my master combs his hair well, can't you let him comb it for you?" Why bother me to be like a true Master? ”

Feng Yuluan was not angry, but squinted at Ruzhen and said, "Graceful, why don't you come into the hall with me and I'll help you comb this bun?" ”

Yu Jingyan raised her jade hand and slapped Feng Yuluan's chest: "Feng Yuluan, I didn't see that you are still a disciple!" ”

Ruzhen flicked his sleeves on the side, ignoring Feng Yuluan and Yu Yuyan, but snatched Lin Yuanchen's small hand that Feng Yuluan was holding in his hand and pulled it to his side: "Yuluan!" Yuji is here with you, you have to take care of it, you can't let her suffer! He emphasized the tone of his voice in the last two words. (To be continued.) )