Feng Qihan: "What should I punish you?" There was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, but he poured a cup of tea in his hand and gave her a mouthful, asking her to wash away the taste in her mouth, and then gave her a small bowl of fragrant chicken soup, a series of actions were very natural, and it had obviously become a habit.

Luobei Anhua is in the same place, could it be that he even has to think of the punishment himself? This is not good, right? The degree of punishment is heavy, and he can't stand it, and if it is light, the master's side will definitely not be able to get by. Glancing back at the junior brother who was also stunned, Luo Bei'an asked tentatively, "Or, have you thought about it?"

The key is to see how long the wall is long. Moreover, Luo Bei'an has grown up from childhood to adulthood, and from the sect classroom to the mountain gate of Lingqi Mountain, there is no wall that he has not faced. Not only was he criticized by the Immortal Chief for being too naughty and failing to pass subjects such as medical cultivation, but he was occasionally punished for not practicing the sword hard enough and not being able to complete Feng Qihan's requirements.

In short, he is very experienced in facing the wall, and it is very troublesome to change to something else, such as copying books. Immortals of the medical cultivation sect are particularly fond of this trick, it is said that they believe that it can invisibly improve the memory of their disciples. For Luo Bei'an, this method is really inhumane and crazy.

Feng Qihan frowned lightly.

Luobei jumped at ease, could it be that he was too relaxed to face the wall?

Feng Qihan raised his head: "What wall is it facing?"

Luo Bei'an let out a breath, but his body was still tense, "The apprentice shouldn't drink, and he made a mistake, which caused the trip to be dragged down, and he should be punished." ”

Feng Qihan's expression was a little complicated, and he paused before saying, "It's just drinking, there are no such old-fashioned rules in the master's sect." ”

has always been a swordsman, how can he not drink like Confucianism and maintain a ridiculous sobriety.

Luo Bei'an was stunned for a moment. The immortals in the mountains also accept apprentices, and when they hear other disciples in the sect talk about their masters, most of them have a lot of rules, and they have to be sneaky when they drink wine, and cast several spells to cover up, or they will be severely punished if their master finds out, and maybe they will cut off the elixir of the month.

However, Feng Qihan has never been like those immortal elders, who threw down a thick book of rules as soon as he entered the door. Luo Bei'an was almost raised free-range, and except for occasionally teaching him swordsmanship, it was difficult to see his master. The master is empty, except for himself, he is a master who is uncertain, and there are no rules. But he was still stupid and didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary. Hearing that other teachers couldn't do anything, he didn't do it. It's like drinking, but this is the first time in the world.

He slammed his mouth, "Master, I want to drink too." ”

Feng Qihan: "You can't. ”

I pouted, scooped the soup with a small spoon and drank it, and sighed by the way, the hot fruit wine on the other table was really fragrant, smelling sweet, like plum wine.

After eating, seeing that the two of them looked tired, because they thought that it should be a symptom after being drunk, they took out two red pills and gave them to the two.

Holding the furball, his stomach was particularly supportive, and he looked out the window at the indigo, washed bright stars that appeared in the night sky little by little.

The dark blue color is like someone's clothes.

Feng Qihan put on a big coat for her, and a small face was revealed in the fluffy hood.

Then he took his hand and walked towards the evening street.

The senior brothers glanced at each other, and then at the only remaining Xuanwu on the table, who was still eating with a bowl, and planned to go back and go to sleep.

Xuanwu screamed a few times, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to him, he swallowed the things in his mouth fiercely, looked at Xiao Er, who was ready to clean up the table at any time, and simply picked up the plate of dishes and ran upstairs, shouting, "Brother, wait for me!"

In the evening, the streets were deserted and silent, and there was no shouting. Under the bright stars that had just appeared, and the sky that had not completely dimmed, but still showed a little bit of deep blue, it looked clean and lonely.

During the day, the hawkers on both sides of the road who were eager to squeeze until the water was too much had already gone home, and maybe they would set up a night market on weekdays, but this year is approaching, who is willing to make this hard-earned money? They all packed up the unsold goods early and returned with their burdens.

I just eat, my body is still warm, and I don't feel that the night breeze is very cold, but it is undeniable that after nightfall, the temperature is simply plummeting, and even the bluestone slabs are frozen hard, and the water stains are about to solidify into ice again.

Feng Qihan didn't speak, and walked slowly with her.

He doesn't ask about her schoolwork, and he doesn't care about her naughtiness. All in all, in his heart, as long as he raises her well.

Some things are already too familiar, such as the more and more flavors she has been raised, and the objects she likes, there are no things that Feng Qihan is not familiar with.

As for other things, whether it is the cultivation realm, or fame and honor, Feng Qihan has also thought about it, if she wants it, then it doesn't hurt to get it for her.

Of course, his little girl did not have to endure all the hardships and grew up in countless calamities.

Thinking of something funny, a sweet smile appeared on his face.

Feng Qihan looked over uncontrollably, and saw a pink face in the warm yellow and distant lights in the pavilion, and the curved eyelashes pressed low on the eyelids.

He raised his hand to take her hand into his palm, but found that the little girl was still holding a white object in her arms, which was clumped into a lump of fluid, staring at him only with black eyes.

Feng Qihan: "......"

He let out a "ah" and raised his head, looking a little anxious, "I forgot to put the candied fruit up!!"

Feng Qihan: "?"

"Oops!" hugged the hairball in her arms and rubbed it a few times, she said regretfully, "I will definitely be eaten by Xuanwu when I go back." ”

The little girl's brows were flat, still at an age that would not be wrinkled, and she only pouted and looked up, her eyes shining like the crumbs of the Milky Way, and unguarded trust. Miao Miao blinked and started to be coquettish directly, "Master, why don't we go buy some more." ”

Feng Qihan was silent for a while, put his two fingers together, and made a crisp sound, "Okay." ”

Huh, he was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"I set up an enchantment, and Xuanwu can't get in. ”

Holding her forehead, okay, it's really difficult to trick her master.

The road behind him was dark, and after a while, the lights in the buildings on both sides "fluttered" a few times, as if they were blown out by a huge mouth.

Everything was instantly plunged into darkness, and the cold in the air became damp and cold, as if something was flowing through the air, sticky and greasy, exuding a fishy smell.

An unusual feeling spread from the soles of his feet, and he hurriedly put the hairball into the big box, and grabbed Feng Qihan with both hands, so frightened that his little heart Peng Peng jumped.