"Senior Brother Qinbai, what's it, why didn't you say it?"

"In each session of the Sword Saint Conference, those who are capable are like clouds, and those who have reached the peak of their swordsmanship are not a problem, and those who can enter the top ten can worship under the three main sects, and the rest are assigned to ordinary disciples according to their qualifications. You've only been learning swordsmanship for half a month, I'm afraid..."

Qin Bai doesn't say it, Hehuan also knows it, but no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, she will not give up and will not lose.

"I won't back down, Senior Brother Qinbai, don't worry, I will definitely become your junior sister!"

"It's okay, the master is just one of my apprentices, and I don't want to be angry, I think he can be a little relieved to have you under his door. ”

It's not that Qin Bai doesn't know how unsatisfactory he is, nine years have passed, and his swordsmanship has become much more exquisite, but... Master's spells have not been passed on at all.

And Hehuan's qualifications can even be seen by him, a half-man, and in time, let alone surpassing him, even if he is on an equal footing with the master.

The gentle wind blew Qin Bai's long hair hanging between his sideburns, and He Huan looked at the senior brother who had always been happy to be so sad, I don't know why, I thought he was worried about himself.

"Senior Brother Qin Bai, I'll be fine, I promise you!" He Huan always had an innocent and bright smile on his face, which may be the reason why Qin Bai liked it at first sight.

"Let's go back, you have to recharge your energy these days to have the energy to deal with the game. I'll talk to you tomorrow about the rules. ”

Qin Bai sent Hehuan back to the bedroom and turned back, but Hehuan lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep over and over, thinking about the rain in his mind, like a hundred miles of wind in the painting.

She took out the handkerchief from her bosom, and her slender fingers gently rubbed the white flower in the corner of the handkerchief, which was an acacia flower.

The door was wide open, and the cool wind blew in, and raised the towel to cover her immaculate face, and Hehuan bathed in such a pleasant breeze, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep after a long time.

Maybe these days, getting up early and going to bed late for days has made her extremely tired, so she feels tired just next to the bed.

The girl's quiet sleeping face was quiet and peaceful, the sunlight poured in through the window beside the bed, shining on her beautiful cheeks as white jade, and her long eyelashes were as thin as cicada wings sleeping on her eyelids.

The room where Hehuan slept was relatively remote, in a bamboo forest, Qin Bai originally arranged for her next to the main hall, which was very lively and popular, but Hehuan liked to be close to the bamboo forest flowers and plants, so he lived here alone.

The bamboo forest outside gently swayed in the breeze, the emerald bamboo leaves were spread by the sunlight with a dazzling golden light, and the occasional butterfly rested on the flowers and plants at the door.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the sound of dead branches and leaves being trampled, but the sleeping acacia was still drunk in her sleep, and her water lily-like face had a quiet smile.

Baili Changfeng originally wanted to go to Hantan to practice water resistance, but the place he had to pass through to Hantan was this bamboo forest, and he didn't know that it was Hehuan who lived here.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the wide open wooden door, the sunlight shone on the girl's quiet cheeks, indescribably beautiful, and the footsteps stopped unconsciously.

There was still no expression on Baili Changfeng's face, maybe he got used to it, and there was nothing worth laughing at, and year after year, he forgot what it was like to laugh.

Therefore, he was especially concerned about the girl named Hehuan, because his face was always filled with that innocent and pure smile, the outline of a smile that he had forgotten by birth.

An inexplicable emotion drove the hundred miles of wind towards the sleeping girl, and the tall figure blocked the large light outside the door, and the room instantly dimmed a lot.

Baili Changfeng's eyes were attracted by the towel tightly held in the girl's hand, and he stretched out his slender fingers to take it out and take a look, but he couldn't pull it at all.

I could only vaguely see the corner of the towel embroidered with acacia flowers, and the corners of the mouth of the hundred miles of wind suddenly couldn't help but float a light smile for no reason.

The handkerchief was his, and when he saw that Hehuan's cheeks were wet, he lent her his handkerchief, which was the only thought left to him by the mother of the hundred miles of Changfeng.

Baili Changfeng was about to take the veil back, but found that the girl was holding the veil tightly in her sleep, he frowned slightly, and then looked at the sleeping girl's originally calm brows were also frowning tightly.

"That's it, the handkerchief is embroidered with acacia, I'm afraid that it is also related to you, so I will give it to you. Baili Changfeng shook his head helplessly.

The long shadow of the old elder who was illuminated by the sun, his long black hair was lifted by the wind, fluttering, and the hundred miles of wind walked on his slender legs, and he was about to step out of the threshold, but he only heard the girl behind him sigh.

Faintly heard her soft voice calling a name he was all too familiar with: "A hundred miles of wind." ”

The footsteps of the hundred miles of wind paused, the back stiffened slightly, and the feeling of being shot slowly turned his head, and he saw the cute girl on the bed with a crossbow mouth, and continued to sleep with a towel in his arms.

A handsome face with a hundred miles of wind fluttering, smiled lightly, although he didn't know what Hehuan dreamed of, but he knew that in the dream, he must have robbed her beloved.

Otherwise, the sound of a hundred miles of wind would not be accompanied by a slight resentment and grievance, a hundred miles of wind touched his face, is he such an image of forcible snatching in Hehuan's heart?

Smiled helplessly, the hundred miles of wind gently covered the wooden door, even he didn't know, in one day, in a quarter of an hour, he had laughed three times, the reason was that the girl who slept quietly.

When Hehuan woke up, the sun had set, the blood-colored remnant sun was as dazzling and eye-catching as blood, she opened her eyes in a daze, suddenly remembered something, and suddenly lowered her head to look at the handkerchief in her hand, and let out a long sigh.

Hehuan folded the white handkerchief carefully, and put the baby on his chest, so that it would not be snatched away.

Hehuan had a very beautiful dream, she dreamed that she won the championship at the Sword Saint Conference and became the apprentice of Baili Changfeng, but at the sword awarding ceremony, Baili Changfeng wanted to snatch her handkerchief.

Fortunately, she grabbed the handkerchief tightly, otherwise it would be gone, Hehuan pursed his lips and stretched: "The hundred miles of wind is really stingy, but a handkerchief, and I have to grab it so hard with a girl's house." ”

Hehuan seems to have forgotten that this veil was originally a hundred miles of wind. He never said that he gave it to her, but only borrowed her to wipe the water stains.

"Senior sister, junior sister, it's time to eat!" Qin Bai's call came from outside again, and every time it was time to eat, Qin Bai would come to Hehuan with a rice basket.

Because he knew that Hehuan didn't like to get along with people very much, and Qin Bai used to eat with other juniors in the canteen, and since Hehuan lived in this bamboo forest, he brought food to eat with her every day.