Hearing this, the bowl in his hand followed his body and mind, and he was a little dizzy by this seemingly casual sentence. She looked up at his serious eyes, looked at her fixedly, paused for a while, and only after a long time did she return to her thoughts, she said as usual: "Immortal Venerable, you have already become an immortal, and you have already opened up the valley, how can there be attachment to the fireworks in the world." ”

Tan Hengshu received such an answer, the light in his eyes flickered, but he couldn't see what emotion it was, he lowered his eyes and didn't speak again, as if he didn't want to say more about this issue.

The dormitory is very spacious, divided into two rooms, the inner and outer rooms, the shallow Lingxin lives in the inner room, the bed and bedding are new and thick, which is specially laid out for her by Tan Hengshu, and she also knows that she is now a mortal physique and is afraid of cold at night.

The Demon Realm is located in a cold place, and it is even cooler at night, no matter how tight her room is, no matter how comfortable and warm the bed and quilt are, it seems that it will not work for her. Originally, due to vomiting blood a few days ago, the body was weak and cold, and at night, his hands and feet were cold, and he shrank in the corner to keep warm.

Tan Hengshu was in the outer room, because he was worried about her physical condition, and she didn't dare to have a room alone because there was no one here, so he stayed outside.

Seeing that the night was deep, she couldn't sleep, and after changing several sleeping positions, it was still not warm, and she didn't feel sleepy, she looked up through the picture screen and looked outside, and then listened to his voice and asked, "Can't you sleep?" ”

When he heard that he hadn't slept either, he was happy in his heart, so he said, "Xu is a bed." Third brother, why don't you talk to me? ”

Tan Hengshu also seemed to turn sideways slightly, and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

After thinking about it, he remembered that Mo Fan was about to get married, so he wanted to ask if Ah Si was really with him, and asked about the things in Mo Fan's family by the way. Tan Hengshu said succinctly: "Mo Fan has been ambushed, Mo Fan recalled the clan to become the head of the family, and married Miss Ah Si at the beginning of the next month." ”

Hearing this, he felt relieved, blessed them in his heart, and asked again, "Then Master...... Elder Mo Yichen him. Mo Fan, he must still hate me......"

The outer room was silent for a while, and Tan Hengshu's voice was not in a hurry, and he said with comfort: "This matter has nothing to do with you, we all know that this account should be calculated on the head of the Demon Gate, and Elder Mo will not blame you if he has a spirit in the sky." ”

Qian Ling's heart couldn't help but be hot and moist, and he was silent for a long time, maybe Tan Hengshu knew that this was a conspiracy to be framed by the Demon Gate in her appearance, but the forgiveness he got from his mouth did not make him feel better, but suppressed guilt in his heart.

Including her father, who she didn't see much, was not killed by her own hands, but because of her, to put it bluntly, she indirectly killed them.

There are not many people in this world who really care about her, and the only two people who are as affectionate as her father, who once treated her sincerely and loved her, were killed, but she couldn't do anything, and she couldn't even stand up and ask for justice for them.

Seeing that she was silent and silent, Tan Hengshu over there tilted his head slightly as if to check whether she had fallen asleep, and with his keen perception now, he naturally knew that she had not fallen asleep either.

Qian Lingxin suddenly said: "Immortal Venerable, do you think I'm particularly useless, my father is dead, Elder Mo is dead, they all died for me, but I can't do anything, and I am trapped here by these demons and stealing my life, I can only watch them continue to slaughter the people close to me." Now she has become a big witch who has betrayed her relatives and is spurned and hated by the world. ”

In the end, she almost choked up, she held back her emotions and let herself cry cowardly, with hatred in her heart.

But at this moment, she felt that the edge of the bed behind her collapsed, and Tan Hengshu saw her curled up into a ball, trembling and trembling like a helpless and disoriented child, weak and pitiful, and infinitely pitiful.

He lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down on the couch beside her, and he turned around and was stunned for a moment, and the already hot quilt was filled with a warmth brought by him.

Tan Hengshu saw that there was still crystal in the corner of her eyes, and raised his hand sideways to wipe it off for her, but even this face was cold to the touch, he frowned slightly, stood up and grabbed the hand, which was also as cold as snow.

Only then did he realize that she might have been suffering from the cold all night and couldn't sleep, he sighed, as if he felt pity and remorse, hugged the person into his arms, and tucked the quilt beside her: "The world is impermanent, it is not something that people can control, don't think too much." ”

Qianling's heart was stiff and was held in his arms, his eyes were still a little dazed, and then he slowly relaxed, his hands were warm in his warm arms, and people were like a small one snuggled in his arms, listening to his smooth and powerful heartbeat warm and stable dreams.

When she woke up the next morning, she stretched her waist and found that Tan Hengshu was no longer by her side, thinking that everything last night was like a dream.

After she finished washing, she saw that there was a breakfast meal that had just been prepared on the table, and Tan Hengshu was not in the house, so she came out after eating breakfast and searched around.

Walking through the backyard, in a lotus pond glowing with black demonic energy, there was a cornicement pavilion, and I saw two figures.

A man and a woman are Tan Hengshu and a beautiful woman with slender figures and silky eyes. He sat in the pavilion and tapped on the chessboard, listening to what the beautiful woman said.

Not long after, the woman bowed slightly, smiled at him shyly, turned around and walked down the steps with lotus steps, and the shadow disappeared at the corner of the rockery.

The woman was dressed and charming, and she was the inner temple nuns.

Qian Lingxin looked at the person in the pavilion, he was still the same person who was light and indifferent, but why did he see him again and always felt something different.

How could he be associated with a female asura? What did he do when he came to the Demon Gate this time, to avenge Mo Yichen? Will you come to save her? Or, for the sake of the spirit weapon Jade Lingding?

It is possible before and after, as for whether it will be for herself, she thinks that it is not true, why does he not let a good immortal do it, and come to this kind of place to save her.

These days, Tan Hengshu seems to have a lot of books on the table, and I thought that the temple with only the two of her would often have one or two people dressed as ghosts and Shura. And there are two more handmaidens around her who are old-fashioned, have serious expressions, and look a little unfriendly to take care of her daily life. And Tan Hengshu has less time to appear by her side.

She bored to read the only books of Tan Heng in the study here, countless and few recipes, and went to the back of the kitchen with two girls shaped like wood to dig up some wild vegetables and fungi, and wanted to cook on a whim.

These two girls are not only obedient, serving tea and pouring water, but they can't use it to chat with each other, it's too boring. Shallow Listening asked them to wash the dishes and send them out, without leaving a stake to make a noise and move to get in the way.

After making three dishes and one soup, let her go to the dining table outside Tan Heng's study, set up the dishes and chopsticks by herself, and sat there waiting for him to come back.

Seeing that he is busy these days, he is not good to bother, but this person is busy and disappears directly, and he forgets the time to come back. After noon, when the food had been warmed, I saw him come in through the door.

When I saw her and the food on the table, I was a little surprised, and then I looked at her eyes full of resentment, and asked, "You made this dish?" ”

Qianlingxin continued to look at him with resentment, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart, and seemed to be a little aggrieved and angry, but he still restrained the emotions on his face, and seemed to complain: "Naturally." Let's just say that you don't have the blessing of eating the fireworks of the world...... Forget it, anyway, it's past the meal, and it's poured. ”

Seeing her get up and put away the chopsticks, Tan Hengshu went over and sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and moved unhurriedly: "How can you waste food, I happen to be hungry." ”

Qian Lingxin sat down, saw him eating slowly, and the grievances and resentments in his heart disappeared again, but he looked at him with hope, half a sound, and asked, "The taste, is it okay?" ”

In fact, her predecessor was not rich at home, and the poor children were in charge of the house early, so it was no problem for these simple dishes to show her hands, but she was not sure whether they would suit the taste of the immortal monarch in front of her who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Tan Hengshu ate a few chopsticks before he said to her quite pertinently: "The craftsmanship is high, and the ingredients are good." ”

That's okay, Qianlingxin made up her mind a little bit, she is very satisfied, especially in front of the person in front of whom she is perfect in everything, she is also satisfied with this evaluation.

When the two wooden girls came in and cleaned up the dishes, they saw that Tan Hengshu was sitting behind the case and was busy working alone, and the resentment in his heart began to gallop again.

Tan Hengshu seemed to feel the gaze coming to him from this side, and without raising his head, he gathered the text on the table and vacated the seat, and said: "Qingqian, it seems that the teacher has never taught you anything, why don't you be empty now, how about I teach you to practice calligraphy?" ”

Every time he wanted to bring out the master's shelf, the eyebrows and the corners of her mouth twitched, and she immediately regretted why she stayed here after eating, so that he was full and wanted to toss herself.

However, when he said so, she was so embarrassed that she would never learn, and walked over to see him give up a vacant seat to the side, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk were ready, and she stood there like a stake, and her heart was very worried.

Qian Ling sat awkwardly on the front seat of the desk, and saw that the white light in Tan Heng's hand flashed into a scripture, and suddenly changed color, and looked at him and said: "Why is it a scripture again, don't you copy something else?" ”

Tan Hengshu spread out the scriptures, this time the ancient scrolls are very short, but the font is a little complicated, he looked at her and said: "Just copy the scriptures, this scripture contains the qi of righteousness, stabilize the mind, with your current weak spirit is very beneficial." ”

Qianling listened to something strange, but remembered that he no longer had an inner Dan, and these so-called breaths that could not be stored in the Dan Mansion were useless, so he wanted to put down his pen and leave: "I don't need these, don't learn." ”

She was about to get up, but was pulled back by Tan Hengshu, holding her hand and preparing to write on the desk, as if coaxing, his voice said softly from his ear: "You don't learn words, what do you want to learn?" Tell me, I'll teach you. ”

He gently held one hand of the shallow listening heart, and he put the other hand around himself on the case, and he couldn't escape the complete confinement, so he had to sit upright and copy the scriptures that made her head big with him.

I found that this time there will be no sense of writing, I used to write the same way, and I looked at the handwriting that he took to write, and felt pleasing to the eye.

If Tan Heng's calligraphy can be entered into the calligraphy, upright and cursive are their own style, his calligraphy and paintings are sold to the mundane are priceless, maybe there is still a price.

She liked his words very much, but she couldn't learn them.

Qian Ling couldn't help but turn his head to look at him and asked, "Immortal Venerable, you like to be my master so much?" ”