"Why does the Holy Son look at Qianmo like this?" Fortunately, the woman in purple still had enough guts, otherwise she would not have opened her mouth to mention such a topic to Sheng Xue Ran.

Hearing this, Sheng Xueran's eyes flickered, and she had recovered her elegant demeanor just now, and replied to the woman in purple: "It's rude, please don't blame the county lord, there are still some things in the county, so I won't accompany the county lord, and say goodbye!" ”

As soon as Sheng Xueran's voice fell, he didn't even wait for the purple-clothed woman to answer, so he got up and left alone, without even turning his head, in fact, he was even more afraid that he would not be able to help but ruin a face similar to her.

Seeing the snow-white back disappear, the woman in purple fell to the ground as if she was amnesty, and no one saw that a little bead of sweat had oozed from her palm, which was caused by the fear of something in her heart.

The woman in purple felt that Sheng Xue Ran had already suspected her, and she had to tell her master about it, so she tidied up her appearance, turned around and walked towards the mountain behind the school......

Time always passes unconsciously, three days later is the annual Confucian Academy of Bachelors and students to go out on a trip, to say why the Confucian Academy knows how to teach and educate people more than other Shushu schools, the reason is that the Confucian Academy pays more attention to the teaching concept of combining practice and learning, so that even those students who are lazy and do not learn will master some basic knowledge, which is why their parents sent them here to study.

"Sister Mo, it's hard to go out to play, why do you have such an expression?"

I saw that Gong Qianmo was lazy and leaned on the chair, and he didn't look at all, like a person without bones.

"Mingya, you said that the Confucian Academy is not poor and has no oil and water, how can you have a good opportunity to travel and give it to the monk temple?" It turned out that this was the focus of Gong Qianmo's entanglement.

Ah Qing, Ling Xin and the others covered their mouths and snickered, only to hear Ming Ya say: "Sister Mo, the monk temple is very good, why do you hate it so much?" ”

Everyone secretly gave Mingya a thumbs up, and such an obvious question was only asked by her!

"Whoever has nothing to do goes to the monk's temple to go on a trip, isn't this sick?"

As soon as Gong Qianmo's voice fell, I saw an old man in a luxurious room sneeze three times in a row, why has he been sneezing all the time recently? Isn't so-and-so really sick?

"But this decision was made by the curator, who can't change it!" Mingya betrayed the wise decision of an old man completely.

When Gong Qianmo heard this, he quickly cursed a certain wise and great curator old man 108,000 times in his heart, this white old man is really the ancestor of the Sect Cutting Realm, and saving money is not this provincial law? Even if the temple can be visited for free, she doesn't want to go?

"Ah Qing, you go and tell Old Man Bai that unless he changes his decision to change the place to play, I won't go anywhere." She wouldn't be stupid enough to watch a group of monks chanting scriptures and knocking on the fish?

Ah Qing knew that the county lord would say this, so she was ready to go to the curator's room, and as soon as Gong Qianmo opened her mouth, she immediately responded: "Yes, county lord, I'll go." ”

"Don't, Sister Mo, you don't go, I want to go, I've never been to the monk's temple to see it?" Ming Ya looked at Gong Qianmo with big bright eyes, hoping that she would change her decision.

But Gong Qianmo was hard-hearted this time, and he said that he would not change anything, and Gong Qianmo tried his best to hypnotize himself not to look at Ming Ya's pitiful and innocent big eyes, so as not to shake his determination.

Mingya knew that it was ineffective, so she was not reluctant, but left the door of Gong Qianmo with grievances.

In the early morning of the vertical sun, the gray-blue dome began overhead, gradually fading and fading, turning into a faint green smoke bordering the horizon on the horizon.

But a soft mist rose from the pale blue sky, and the mountains were painted with a soft milky white, and the white mist rendered everything hazy and psychedelic.

At the gate of the Confucian Academy, there was a crowd of people, and I had never seen it before, but I saw dozens of men and women in light clothes waiting for someone.

"I'm sorry, I overslept, I shouldn't be late......" Gong Qianmo was late, and it was inevitable that she was a little embarrassed when she saw that everyone was waiting for her, but it was only a momentary thing, and the embarrassment was quickly left behind by her.

"Brother Xian came just in time, let's go." With Mo Shaoqing's support, who dares to say that she is late?

This time, when I went to Lingchan Temple, I was ordered not to bring maids and guards, so Ah Qing and Lingxin naturally stayed in the school.

Ming Ya looked at Gong Qianmo in surprise, then quickly walked to Gong Qianmo's side, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Brother, didn't you say you couldn't come?" ”

"Whoever said I won't come, I didn't say, you must have heard it wrong." Gong Qianmo shamelessly retorted.

In fact, Gong Qianmo was not ready to come, who asked someone to send someone to tell her last night that there was a hot spring in Lingchan Temple, and said that the spring water there was sweet and delicious or a treasure of feng shui for bathing, it was a pity not to go, she was reluctant to come, and it was said that a fake was not among the ones on this trip, so Gong Qianmo couldn't help but be tempted to come over!

Mo Shaoqing was very close to the two of them, so he naturally listened to the conversation between the two in his ears, he was really a living treasure, thinking about it, laughing and dyeing his face, and suddenly there were thousands of graces, which made everyone stunned, especially Murong Yingying, who had been paying attention to him, almost hooked her soul.

Although there is a peerless beauty like Shengxue Ran in the school, Murong Yingying's heart is still on Mo Shaoqing, which should be said to be a preconceived reason.

"Demons!" Gong Qianmo muttered in a low voice.

Gong Qianmo's voice was not loud, but Mo Shaoqing couldn't help but pause, looking at Gong Qianmo with a smile on his face, the appearance of smiling but not smiling was really annoying.

Gong Qianmo wisely chose not to look at his smug face, which made Mo Shaoqing's heart smile even bigger.

And Sheng Xueran, who had been walking at the end of the crowd, looked at the two figures intersecting with white ink in front of him with a very complicated demeanor, and the feeling of boredom in his heart came from somewhere?

Lingchan Temple is located in another peak of Rushan Town, called Qingquan Mountain, which is not very far from the Confucian Academy, only the time to climb over a mountain, and a certain old man who is extremely good at collecting money even saves money for cars and horses in order to save money, which makes Gong Qianmo even more angry is itchy, this old man is simply the best?

A group of people walked for nearly an hour before coming to Lingchan Temple, fortunately, Gong Qianmo's martial arts are not bad, otherwise she will definitely be tired and lie down, because she has seen Ming Ya's panting appearance is really unbearable, look at that pretty little face is flushed, the weather in this summer is so hot and scary.

"Brother, you're right, this is really not a place for people to come, I really regret not listening to you."

"My words are all truth, who made you not believe!" Gong Qianmo boasted to himself.

Ming Ya didn't regret it a few times along the way, but she didn't dare to go back alone, so she could only hold on to her tired body to keep up with the big guy's footsteps.

The men are all fine, and there are a few people who are in poor health who are not as exaggerated as Ming Ya, but the most exaggerated one is none other than the one who is dressed up to attend, look at the rouge, it was completely ruined by the hot sun, and her face is extremely beautiful with all colors.

How did Murong Yingying know that this would be the case, if she knew, she would not have said anything, now her perfect image has been trampled by this hateful sun, and she is still ugly in front of the man she likes, and she is extremely annoyed in her heart, but she can't vent it.

To say that there are three people who are the most unaffected besides Gong Qianmo, that is, Mo Shaoqing, Sheng Xueran, and the curator of the Confucian Academy, listening to their conversation smoothly, how can this be like climbing a mountain?

This is clearly no different from not climbing? It's really more popular than people, but Gong Qianmo is not a person who lacks heart, Mo Shaoqing and Sheng Xueran's martial arts are above her, this little footpath is nothing to them, but Old Man Bai is unusual, this is a lot of age, and the speed of climbing the mountain is faster than her, which has to make her look at Old Man Bai differently, could it be that this Old Man Bai is still a hidden master with peerless martial arts?

"I'm afraid I don't know, Director Bai often goes to Lingchan Temple to talk about Buddhism with Master Kongzhi, and this mountain is the only way, so over time, the curator is accustomed to it, and there is no difference between climbing the mountain and ordinary walking." Mo Shaoqing saw through what Gong Qianmo was thinking at a glance, so he spoke out to explain it.

It turned out that he was in cahoots with the old monk of the temple? No wonder you have to go to Lingchan Temple, it really has an inside story?

"It turns out that you already knew, it seems that you and Old Man Bai had a premeditated plan!" Mo Shaoqing's explanation only made Gong Qianmo come to such a conclusion.

Mo Shaoqing couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this, what did the virtuous brother mean as if he had a relationship with the curator?

"Brother Xian laughed, but my brother and the curator have nothing to do with each other, how could it be premeditated?" Mo Shaoqing corrected.

"What 'salty' brother 'sweet' brother, I said can you call me by name, I really can't listen to the word 'virtuous brother'." It's good to say that she is a big girl with yellow flowers, and she has been called 'virtuous brother' and 'virtuous brother' like this, and one day she will really think that she is a man, who will give her this responsibility then?

As everyone knows, what Mo Shaoqing wants is this, so he just heard him say happily: "Then call you Mo'er, in fact, I don't like to be a brother all the time, I'm just afraid that Mo'er doesn't like it, but now that I think about it, Mo'er prefers me to call your name, so I'll do what you want!" ”

Gong Qian's eyes widened, staring at the extremely familiar face in front of her in disbelief, and there was only one feeling in her heart that this person had made her stranger? What did he just call her? Mo'er? She heard you right, right?

Can this man not be so shameless? She thought she was shameless enough, how could she know that she could meet someone more shameless than her?

Gong Qianmo thought to himself, God, please cast a spell to take back this demon, don't let him harm these kind-hearted people anymore?