“…… Well. Han Goudan's fingertips picked at his palm.

Song Yufeng sneered: "Don't regret it. ”

When Song Yufeng and Gu Zhihuan went to the Cangming faction together, they didn't have a name.

Gu Zhihuan offered to name him.

Song Yufeng didn't know Gu Zhihuan's personality at that time, so he agreed with great interest.

As a result, the next day, I saw Gu Zhihuan holding a stack of names like "Song Silly", "Song Picking the Door", and "Song Life" thrown in front of him.

If it weren't for Chao Lu's inability to look past it and give Song Yufeng a name, Song Yufeng had no doubt that his current name would be "Song Ming".

Gu Zhihuan's eyes rolled, and his lazy eyes fell on Han Goudan like this.

Han Goudan hurriedly bowed his head.

Gu Zhihuan's thin lips opened lightly: "Han Yue." ”

"Huh?" Song Yufeng suddenly raised his head.

I could hardly believe my ears.

"Han Yue?" The boy muttered and repeated.

Song Yufeng asked, "Which one?" ”

"The more difficult it is to close the mountain." Gu Zhihuan replied.

Han Yue nodded: "Okay." ”

Song Yufeng touched his nose: "Senior sister, will you be too partial." ”

Gu Zhihuan didn't bother to pay attention, she sacrificed a wooden token and hung it in front of Han Yue out of thin air.

"Drip the blood on it." Gu Zhihuan looked at Han Yue.

Han Yue looked at the wooden card curiously, bit his index finger, and dripped blood on the wooden card as Gu Zhihuan said.

The blood flashed and disappeared.

On the wooden plaque, Han Yue's name appeared out of thin air.

Han Yue's body trembled, and he always felt that there was a lot of inexplicable connection between him and the wooden card.

"This is your portable wooden card, don't lose it." Gu Zhihuan said.

"What's the use of wooden signs?" Han Yue asked.

Gu Zhihuan lowered his eyes.

In the black and white eyes, a wisp of strange emotion flashed.

"We'll find out later." Gu Zhihuan said.

Han Yue was a little disappointed, but he still put the wooden sign close to him.

In this way, Han Yue entered the Cangming faction in a daze and became the third junior disciple of the Cangming faction.

Within a few days, Han Yue had almost touched the situation of the Cangming faction.

As an inner disciple, except for the back mountain where Chaolu retreats must not go, Han Yue can enter and exit at will in other places.

It's just that Han Yue is not a person who is too curious.

You must know that when Song Yufeng was just admitted to the door, he uprooted all the fairy grass that Chaolu had worked so hard to plant, replaced it with a plane tree, and happily ran to Chaolu to ask for credit.

In those years, if it weren't for Chaolu's good temper, Song Yufeng would probably have died tragically countless times.

Those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, and those who swim in the water......

In addition to Gu Zhihuan's courtyard and the back mountain of Chaolu's retreat, Song Yufeng cleaned up the scourge of Cangming Mountain.

Han Yue is more like an old-fashioned teenager.

He would get up every morning and go to Wuwu Hall to endorse the book, waiting for Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng to arrive.

Song Yufeng dragged a body that seemed to be hollowed out every time, lying on the table tiredly, trying to fight against the sleeping demon.

But the result of such a struggle was that he looked like he was rolling his eyes wildly.

After Han Yue found out, he silently changed his position and sat next to Song Yufeng, which avoided being rolled by Song Yufeng every day.

Gu Zhihuan was responsible for taking out a book and throwing it on the table, allowing Han Yue to read it according to the book.

Han Yue knew a few words, but when he encountered the obscure words in this kind of book, he still stumbled over the reading.

Song Yufeng heard it with itchy teeth: "Third junior brother, you either read it well or you don't read it, your tone of frustration in Yu Yang makes you unbearable to sleep." ”

"Second senior brother, I can't sleep in the morning class." Han Yue tightened a small face.

I don't know how he and Song Yufeng got it, and they always don't deal with each other.

But Song Yufeng loved to pester Han Yue and tease him a few words.

Song Yufeng pursed his lips: "Senior sister is already asleep." ”

Han Yue followed Song Yufeng's line of sight, and sure enough, he saw Gu Zhihuan leaning back on the chair, with a blanket on his body that he didn't know from, and he was comfortably breathing.

"Senior Sister is just meditating." Han Yue said.

"......" Song Yufeng glared: "How did you learn to talk nonsense with your eyes open." ”

Han Yue calmly turned the page of the book: "I'll tell you the truth." ”

Song Yu was so angry.

"Don't bother her." Han Yue said.

"I'm arguing, what can you do with me?" The corners of Song Yufeng's mouth lifted.

Han Yue looked up at him and said calmly, "Senior Sister has the gas to get up." ”

Song Yufeng seemed to have been poked by someone, and his arrogant arrogance was suddenly retracted.

He didn't forget the pain of being chased by Gu Zhihuan from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain, and half of his life was almost taken away by Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue lowered his voice without a trace, and continued to read the passages in the ancient book: "The husband is full of spring and grass, and he is getting autumn and ten thousand ......."

Han Yue didn't recognize the last word.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Bah." Gu Zhihuan suddenly spoke.

She didn't know when she had opened her eyes, and from behind Han Yue, she looked at the contents of his book lightly.

Han Yue panicked, and read calmly: "The husband is full of spring and grass, and he is in the autumn and ten thousand years old." Spring and autumn, is there nothing to gain? The way of heaven has been done. ”

Song Yufeng stared at Gu Zhihuan with a frightened expression: "Senior sister...... You...... You're awake......"

"How?" Gu Zhihuan turned his head sideways.

"Where's your waking up?" Song Yufeng asked suspiciously.

Gu Zhihuan said with a smile: "Do you want me to have?" ”

Song Yufeng was stunned for a moment, and finally came back to his senses: "So you said before that you had the gas to get up just to beat me?!" ”

"Second junior brother." Gu Zhihuan said meaningfully: "You want me to have the gas to get up?" ”

Song Yufeng met Gu Zhihuan's suggestive eyes, and his back was cold.

He involuntarily sat back halfway: "I think it's good now." ”

Gu Zhihuan closed his eyes again.

Han Yue's staggered reading echoed in the selfless hall.

There are few fireworks.

Song Yufeng was almost still drowsy.

"Senior Sister—" Bai Zhi's hurried voice woke up the three of them.

Song Yu's head shook violently and smashed on the table, so painful that he grinned and covered it.

Gu Zhihuan slowly lifted his eyelids.

Han Yue secretly looked at Gu Zhihuan's movements.

I don't know why, it's obviously the same action, Gu Zhihuan is a few beats slower when he does it, giving people a feeling of not being hurried.

It's a little hard to take your eyes off.

If there is any one of the three of them who is more like a cultivator, it must be Gu Zhihuan.

"What?" Gu Zhihuan was half-sitting.

Han Yue is also very clear, as long as she is a senior sister, as long as Chaolu or outsiders are not there, she will never look lazy and never wake up.

Bai Zhi wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said breathlessly: "The people from the Xiaoyao Sect are here." ”

Gu Zhihuan frowned: "What are they doing here?" ”

"Senior sister, the seventh day of the first month of next month is the birthday of Wu Xianzhen, the head of the Carefree Sect." Bai Zhi reminded.