"I'll just stay outside, and if there's anything to do, just call me."

After speaking, Wan Ya gently touched the soft hair of the end again, smiled slightly, turned around and walked out.

After a little silence, he took off his clothes and cautiously entered the bath.

The fresh breath came to the face, the pure aura entered the body, moistening the meridians everywhere, and slowly closed the eyes, the thick eyelashes like butterfly feathers trembled slightly, stained with a little mist, with a bit of misty.

Beads of sweat poured out from the white forehead, the snow water was clear and pure, with layers of ripples, and the wisps of temperature penetrated through the blood, warm to the depths of the soul.

After bathing and dressing, it was already night.

When he walked out, he raised his hand to open the swaying bead curtain, and he saw the end of the house sitting under the tree and napping.

The moonlight sprinkled down, and there was a faint halo on the dusty face of the end of the world, softening the familiar face.

Duan Ling approached lightly, came to the end of the squatting in front of the end, carefully stretched out his hand, touched the cold hand of the end, and frowned slightly.

"Ling'er."

At this time, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his smiling eyes seemed to have fallen stars, with a strange sparkle.

"Okay?"

"Alright."

Duan Ling nodded and tugged at the sleeve of his coat, "Senior brother, it's too cold here, let's go back." ”

"Okay."

Wan Ya stood up, stretched his waist, glanced at the stars in the night sky, took Wan Ling's little hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go back." ”

Wan Ling's small body leaned against Wan Ya's side, was held tightly by Wan Ya, walked step by step, through the vast deep night, and returned to the room.

The aura of the early morning is very fresh, and it can always make people's minds open up a lot, and there is a habit of practicing the mind at dawn.

The morning light was faint, and the light bird songs fell one after another, and the end and the end slowly opened their eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wide coat, and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?" ”

Wan Ling tilted his head, as if he had thought for a moment, and nodded heavily.

"Let's go have breakfast, then."

Wan Ya stood up, helped Wan Ling up, took her by the hand, and jumped off the roof.

As soon as they stepped into the house, they felt a familiar atmosphere, and the two were slightly stunned, and then they took a few steps forward and saluted respectfully, with a brisk voice.

"Disciple, meet the master."

Jian Song let out a faint "um" and waved his hand casually, "Come and sit." ”

Wan Ya smiled lightly, and pulled Duan Ling to sit down opposite Jian Song.

"Xiao Ling."

Jian Song put down the teacup and spoke in a deep voice.

"The disciple is here."

He sat upright and restrained the smile on his face.

"The elixir master has been found, and tomorrow I can start suppressing the poison for you."

Jian Song paused, his awe-inspiring thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, with a serious and serious look, he was silent for a moment before he continued to speak.

"The poison you have is very strong, and you can't find a way to detoxify it for the time being, so I can only help you seal all the poison."

"It's a painful process, so be prepared."

Listening quietly, the little hands in his sleeves tightened slightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared in his palms.

The back of his hand was gently pinched, and he raised his head as much as he could, just in front of his warm and warm eyes.

Pursing his thin pale lips, he took a deep breath, and his voice was smiling, with a hint of ease.

"Don't worry, master, Xiaoling will definitely be able to survive."

The hand holding the little hand tightened a little, but there was a sense of nervousness in his heart, looking at the eyes of the end of the year full of caution, with a deep taste of pity.

"That'll be fine."

Jian Song nodded, glanced at the uncertain face, then turned his gaze to the side, and said slowly: "You have a good rest today, and the seal will start tomorrow." ”

"Yes."

He nodded, his clear eyes flashed with resolute light, and his small body exuded a majestic aura.

Jian Song bowed slightly, glanced at the two of them, and left with his sleeves brushed.

Looking at the back of Jian Song leaving, Duan Ya suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, raised the corners of his lips, tilted his head slightly, pointed his finger at the center of Qian Ling's eyebrows, and asked, "Don't cultivate today, what does Ling Er want to play?" ”

Ling tilted his head and thought about it, and after thinking for a while, he finally shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"So be it."

Wan Ya seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up, with a bit of excitement.

"Senior brother, take Ling'er to put paper kites, okay?"

"Paper kites?"

There was a look of doubt in his eyes, and his voice was soft and glutinous.

"Yes, let's go put the paper kites."

He stretched out his hand and gently scraped the tip of his small nose, his eyes were full of undisguised doting, "When I was practicing outside, I saw others putting paper kites in the past, which was very funny." ”

"Okay."

Wan Ling immediately smiled lightly, with a strong sense of satisfaction.

"Let's go, then."

He pulled up his rope and walked out.

Prepare everything, take everything with everything, come to an open space, and sit on the ground.

"Senior brother, can these really be made into paper kites?"

Looking at the bamboo strips, colored paper, scissors and other things on the ground, he stretched out his hand curiously and fiddled with it, and a thick color of doubt appeared on his face.

"Of course."

Wan Ya smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice: "I saw an old man on the street making paper kites on the street, and these things are used. ”

Hearing this, he nodded, picked up a bamboo strip casually, played with it casually, and flattened his mouth.

"Senior brother, when will Ling'er go outside?"

"What's wrong?"

Wan Ya raised his head, stopped the movement in his hand, reached out and gently flicked his white forehead, "Want to go out and play?" ”

"yes."

Duan Ling pursed his lips and nodded, his voice lowered a lot, "It's too boring to stay in the master all the time." ”

"There's no hurry."

Duan Ya raised his lips, smiled warmly, reached out and gently rubbed his head, and coaxed softly: "After a few years, you can go out to practice." ”

"When the time comes, Senior Brother will take you to a fun place to play."

"Really?"

When he heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly pulled the sleeve of his coat and pulled it gently, "Senior brother, you have to talk about it." ”

"Of course."

Duan Ya chuckled, gently pinched the tip of his nose, and said patiently: "When did Senior Brother lie to you?" ”

Ling Ling blinked his clear eyes and shook his head, "No." ”

"Don't worry."

He smiled lightly, his warm eyes were full of strange firmness, "Senior brother won't break his word." ”

He raised his lips as much as he could, smiled brightly, and said in a pleasant voice: "Thank you, senior brother." ”

"It doesn't matter."

With a smile, he took the bamboo strip and bent it carefully.

Looking at the bamboo strips that became extraordinarily obedient in the hands of the end of the end, he couldn't help but hang his head, looked at the bamboo strips in his hands, flattened his mouth, and threw it aside at will, and then hugged his knees, rested his head on his knees, and watched the movements of the end of the end with a pair of clear eyes, very seriously. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie