Chapter 7 I don't know what to do at the beginning of love

Baili Changfeng watched the water droplets in the girl's hair seep out and cross the delicate face, so he took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Hehuan: "Wipe your face." ”

He Huan smiled shyly, took the handkerchief in his hand, said thank you softly, and carefully wiped his wet face for himself.

Baili Changfeng retracted his gaze and continued to look at the vast world was still rainy and rainy, the cold wind blew, and the raindrops outside the pavilion splashed in, dripping on the perfect side face of Baili Changfeng.

Hehuan turned his head and saw that the water was left along the cheeks of the hundred miles of wind, and it was about to drip into the wardrobe, so he didn't think much about it, so he wiped the raindrops for him with a handkerchief.

Shocked by this sudden approach, there is no woman close to him who has grown so big, and Hehuan is still the first.

Baili Changfeng looked at the girl's serious and careful appearance, and then looked at her eyes, the smart and clear eyes were dull and waveless, clear and shallow, and he couldn't see any intentions.

"Why does the Hehuan girl want to worship under my door?" The voice of the hundred miles of wind was not hurried, but it always revealed a kind of majesty.

"Because I like the Sword Saint Gate on Liufeng Mountain, and the Hehuan Forest under Liufeng Mountain. "Hehuan likes Liufeng Mountain, likes the hundred-mile wind on the Sword Saint Gate, and likes the Hehuan Forest, because that's where she was born.

This answer was beyond the expectation of a hundred miles of long wind, he glanced at Hehuan meaningfully, and couldn't help but smile at the corners of his lips.

"Okay, the rain has stopped, you can go back quickly, don't suffer the cold. ”

Baili Changfeng walked on his slender legs, and stepped into the wet bluestone floor without looking back, and the long and desolate back made Hehuan's heart move.

Standing at the top of this world, you can never touch the warmth and coldness of people's hearts, and a moment becomes eternal loneliness and coldness.

After that, Hehuan rarely saw a hundred miles of wind again, and he could only see Qin Bai's handsome face smiling and trembling every day.

After Qin Bai taught Hehuan sword moves, he got up in the dark every day to practice swordsmanship, and after dawn, Qin Bai went to the room to find Hehuan only to find that she had gone to the martial arts training ground.

Under the gray sky, a bright yellow figure on the empty martial arts training ground waved the long sword in his hand unremittingly, and the appearance of that board and glance made Qin Bai ashamed.

The spring cold is steep, and the cold wind is blowing across her cold little face, but Hehuan feels cold at all, her eyebrows and eyes are resolute, and she is working hard step by step towards that dream.

"Senior sister!" Qin Bai began to roar and scream at the ghost from afar, and recruited towards Hehuan as he ran, naturally holding breakfast in his hand that he would never forget every day.

Hehuan was practicing so well that he didn't pay attention to Qin Bai's ghost roar, the long sword slashed through the air with a sharp sword flower, and a spin turned, and the tip of the sword pointed impartially at Qin Bai who was running.

Qin Bai stopped with a sudden brake, and He Huan also paused the sword in his hand at the same time, and the tip of the sword was very close to the tip of Qin Bai's nose.

"Senior sister, you have no conscience! Senior brother gets up early and sends breakfast to you every day, and you want to kill me..."

"Senior Brother Qin Bai.." Hehuan called weakly, his little face was aggrieved, who said that she was going to kill Qin Bai, it was clearly he who rushed to the tip of the sword himself.

Qin Bai looked at the little junior sister's aggrieved face, not to mention how soft his heart was, and hurriedly remedied: "It's none of my junior sister's business, I hit the tip of the sword by myself, come and have breakfast first!"

Two people sat on the steps on one side, one holding a hot white steamed bun, Qin Bai looked at the slightly pale sky on the distant mountain, and said, "Senior sister, why are you working so hard?"

"If I don't work hard, I won't be able to be the apprentice of the master. ”

"Is it so embarrassing to be my apprentice?" Qin Bai took a bite of the big white steamed bun.

"No, the senior brother is so powerful, it is natural to have a lot of face to be your apprentice, but Hehuan likes to be the apprentice of the master. ”

He Huan doesn't know the law of the world, he only knows that there are two kinds of people closest to him in this world, one is his father and the other is his master.

But he already has a father who loves her, so she likes the wind for a hundred miles, so she wants to recognize him as a master.

"Senior sister.. You... You... Do you like Master?" a thought suddenly flashed through Qin Bai's mind, and he blurted out without thinking about it, and it was too late to come back to his senses.

Hehuan opened his eyes as clear as water, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Siguo Cliff, and could vaguely see a snow-white figure.

Hehuan knew that every time she wielded her sword in the early morning, Baili Changfeng stood in that position and looked in her direction.

She thinks that happiness is about that, that she can persevere for her dreams, and that she can see the person she likes every day, even if it is only a glimpse of the world.

"Well, I like the wind for a hundred miles. He Huan did not call him the head, but called him by his name, which made Qin Bai, who had always been happy, a little sour in his heart.

Qin Bai didn't like any women, but from the first time he saw Hehuan, he liked it tightly, but...

Qin Bai sighed slightly, I am afraid that a woman like Hehuan is only worthy of an immortal like his master, he can't even learn the sword, how can he have such a good woman.

"Come on, junior sister, I'll accompany you to practice swords, so that you can progress faster!" Qin Bai thought, if you can't get it, learn to achieve it.

So, when he planned to achieve Hehuan and a hundred miles of long wind, he also achieved his own elegance, and the world was always fair.

Baili Changfeng looked at Qin Bai and the pale yellow girl on the martial arts training ground with a flat face, it has been more than half a month, and the girl will get up every day to practice swords.

Since the first time I saw the girl practicing swords in the cold early morning, Baili Changfeng seemed to have developed a habit of standing on the Siguo Cliff at the same time to accompany her.

Day after day, such a pair of two has become a tacit understanding, just like a very distant past, a hundred miles of wind looking at the flying flowers of the Hehuan Forest, and Hehuan looking at the man in white at the top of the Sword Saint Gate.

Qin Bai's swordsmanship has been perfected, of course, Rao is like this, but it is only half of the hundred miles of Changfeng, but compared to the people outside, it can already be regarded as the upper level of attainment.

With Qin Bai's sparring, Hehuan's swordsmanship has really improved greatly, the sword light and sword shadow come and go, and the sonorous sound of the sword pierces the sky.

The fish belly in the east is white, the morning sun slowly climbs over the horizon, the two of them have been practicing for an hour, and they are already sweating profusely.

In the last move, the two stood opposite each other, quickly raised their swords to fight, the swords collided, and then slashed, like two people passing by.

Hehuan gasped for breath, her physical strength had already exceeded the maximum limit, she had already greeted Qin Bai, and she was not allowed to show mercy to her subordinates, so Qin Bai used all her strength to train her.

"Senior sister, it's dawn, go and rest for a while. Qin Bai felt very sorry for Hehuan's strength, the more she didn't even say a word, the more distressed he was to death.

"Well, Senior Brother Qin Bai, thank you! Hehuan will definitely live up to your sparring, and the Sword Saint Conference will definitely enter the top three!"

"I believe in you, and you will win. ”