Bai Muyun ran all the way and followed behind Fan Ping. The person in front of her was wandering and strolling leisurely, while she was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, but she gritted her teeth and did not say a word. On the first day of the trip, she asked Fan Ping, why didn't she see the carriage? He replied with a smile that if he wanted to apprentice, he had to walk to show his sincerity. At the beginning, she still had doubts in her heart, was this uncle too poor? But later on, I saw that he was playing in a sharp store, and he was generous, which was not at all what he looked like.

On the first night, she had forgotten how she had fallen asleep in bed.

The next night, she was still asleep.

On the evening of the third day, she began to feel less tired, but also deeply sleepy.

On the evening of the fourth day, she can start to stick to an hour after eating before going to sleep.

And last night, on the evening of the seventh day, she didn't even feel tired when she read a book.

This change made her a little surprised, but also secretly happy, it seems that the foundation that Daddy laid for letting him practice martial arts before is very solid. And it was on the seventh night that Fan Ping suddenly came to her room and handed him something.

He always seemed to have a smile on his face, very kind in the candlelight. "I've been thinking about it for a few days," he said softly, "and I'll give it to you." ”

Bai Muyun raised his eyes a little strangely, did not reach out to take them, and asked puzzledly: "It's not the New Year, it's not the birthday, why did Uncle Fan give me a gift?" ”

"As a reward," he nodded, handing the item closer in his hand, "I've been very surprised by your watch these days. ”

"Accident?" Her eyes were full of a bright smile, and it was obvious that he was referring to his own progress, "Did you think I would be unable to stand it and run home halfway home as a coward?" ”

"Yes." He nodded frankly and replied very bluntly, "Don't you wonder what this gift is?" There was a bewilderment hidden in his voice.

Bai Muyun didn't speak, smiled, and directly stretched out his hand to take the gift wrapped in a light blue silk scarf.

Looking at the joy in her eyes, Fan Ping's complexion did not change, but his heart sank. When he checked her pulse that day, he found that her physique was very strange, which also confirmed Bai He's saying that some Taoist priests had decided that Bai Muyun could not cultivate immortals. The Yuan Li that was sent in along the Destiny Gate couldn't move forward in her meridians at all, and it dissipated after entering. He typed in two more times in a row, both times. He was shocked. He had never encountered such a strange thing

Ordinary people's meridians are born with a lot of depression, so there will be great resistance to the operation of the Yuan Force after entering. Therefore, such a person has many difficulties in cultivating, and it will take decades at the earliest to reach the first level of qi gathering. If the root bone is good, it only takes a few years to gather energy. If the meridians are completely incapable of luck, then there is only one explanation, dead people.

Bai Muyun was a little surprised and held this cold, soft thing, and couldn't tell what kind of gift it was. After looking at it for a while, she leaned over her nose and sniffed it, it seemed to have a faint fragrance, which was obviously not edible. Seeing her little face gradually wrinkle, Fan Ping pointed to the stool next to her, "Sit down." ”

Then he smiled and gently smeared the mass on her face. She stared into his serious eyes, the bridge of her nose straight, as if she was trying to make herself a work of art. Slowly closing her eyes, she felt a refreshing sensation spread from her face to her entire body, and her limbs were extremely comfortable.

"Alright, Muyun." He scratched her tiny nose and pushed the bronze mirror on the table forward, "Look at yourself." Bai Muyun sat in front of the mirror for half an hour. When Fan Ping left, when the candle went out, she had no idea at all. The moonlight shone softly on her face through the open wooden window......

Thoughts drift back to the eyes. Bai Muyun panted and looked at the back of the person who refused to change his rotten leather jacket against the sun, and habitually raised his hand to wipe his sweat. The cold touch told her that now there was not a drop of sweat on her face, and the magical mask perfectly maintained the normal temperature, and also allowed her to comb her hair again from today. She looked at Fan Ping's slender legs, and her heart was filled with emotion.

When Fan Ping was in a hurry, he rarely took the initiative to speak, except for the necessary communication when he was resting every hour. Bai Muyun is also silent on weekdays, but the two have a very tacit understanding together.

After a few more days, the boring and unchanged surrounding scenery gradually became prosperous, and various tea shops, private houses and endless streams of merchants frequently appeared on both sides of the official road. Soon, a wall appeared in front of me.

"We'll stay here for a few days before we leave." Fan Ping stopped and said softly.

She looked up at the white teeth on his little face and nodded without hesitation.

"There are a lot of people inside, pulling me." Bai Muyun reached out to hold his big hand, feeling unexpectedly soft. There is no cocoon like Daddy, only warm and powerful safety.

"Is there anything special here?" She asked as she walked beside him, looking left and right, with some curiosity.

"It's going to be the Peach Blossom Festival soon," Fan Ping looked down at her and said with a smile, "Don't you want to see the southern festival?" "Of course." There was finally a hint of anticipation in the faint voice. Passers-by looked strangely at a man in tattered clothes leading a cold young man in white clothes for a leisurely walk on the streets of the inner city. Is it hijacking? can look at the appearance of the little boy, it is obvious that they are familiar with each other. Fan Ping ignored all kinds of eyes, and pointed to the stall next to him to explain the local products here to Bai Muyun. He uncharacteristically began to talk, and from time to time he brought her some gadgets, but she glared back.

With his head held high, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes staring at another red drum skin gadget in front of him with disdain, Bai Muyun snorted coldly and said, "Uncle Fan, don't you think I'm a six-year-old naughty boy?" ”

Fan Ping was stunned for a moment, then smiled speechlessly, shook his head and put the things back. Along the way, the only laughs she had were when she inadvertently told a story about the rivers and lakes during dinner. Although she has no experience with children, she should like other things that children like. So take some out and try to amuse her. But who would have thought, this cold little man would not accept it

This girl is really wonderful. However, when I think about it, I think that she has been looked down upon by children of her age since she was a child, and such thoughts and reactions are really normal.

"Uncle," just as he was about to take her out of the downtown area and look for an inn, the corner of his clothes suddenly moved, "can you buy this for me, don't skip words." Her voice was no longer cold, mixed with obvious cowardice.

Fan Ping turned his head and saw a small bronze mirror glowing with a glow in Bai Muyun's hand, his little face was still cold, but there was a hint of hope in his eyes. "You like to look in the mirror?" He was a little surprised and blurted out.

"I don't like it," she paused, tightening her grip on what she was holding, and her tone was softer, "but this one...... Mask...... It's beautiful. At the end of the voice, it was almost like the sound of a mosquito, so small that she couldn't hear it, and her head was lowered.

Her long black hair hung down beside her snow-white neck, and her thin body seemed to tremble slightly. Fan Ping's heart suddenly tightened, and his left hand unconsciously put his arm around her shoulder. Yes, she must not have dared to look in the mirror before. Humble and indifferent, sensitive and emotional, fickle and stubborn, these contradictory characteristics coexist in this little body. That birthmark shattered a girl's beautiful childhood, and this mask he gave her, will it help her in the future, or will it harm her?

Bai Muyun happily put the mirror on his body, raised his head, and looked at Fan Ping with a smile: "Let's go, Uncle Fan." ”

"Sure enough, it's not a six-year-old naughty boy," Fan Ping looked at her and smiled, and the depth of Fang Cai was swept away, and he said jokingly, "Only a little woman likes such objects." ”

Bai Muyun stomped his feet, pulled his hand hard, pouted and said, "Uncle Fan, don't look down on women. ”

"Haha," Fan Ping looked at her aggrieved and was in a good mood, "Let's go." ”

When did Fan Ping begin to be silently moved by this little girl's joy and anger, without knowing it.

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