Shen Huchan cleaned the entire scripture pavilion, and from a distance, the sun was setting, and it was already evening.

A faint light sprinkled on the surface of the lake, gilding it with a golden coat.

Without Yin Dehai, Chen Zhengchu, Du Xinghua and Peng Wenxing, Shen Huchan cleaned the Scripture Pavilion by himself.

In this way, Shen Huchan finished his day's work.

Shen Huchan finished his work, but Yin Dehai and the four of them were still gambling.

Shen Huchan, who was idle, saw that there was still time, so he hid in the corner and read by himself.

From travelogues to novels, Shen Huchan has not let go of anything.

Look at it one by one, look at it carefully!

There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book!

The water flows in the east, the leaves fall, and the happy times are always fast.

Time is silent, the sun is about to set completely, and night is coming.

With a charming warning that he must leave the library at night, Shen Huchan just stretched his waist and got up to leave the Scripture Pavilion.

But at this moment, in the Scripture Pavilion, Shen Huchan felt a burst of silence and gloom.

There was no wind outside, but inside the Scripture Pavilion, there was a gust of wind.

The wind howled coldly, and suddenly the candles were blown out, as if darkness was about to swallow everything, and the atmosphere of panic in the Scripture Pavilion was filled with panic, as if the end was coming.

At this time, Shen Huchan smiled slightly and walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

On the way back, the night fog had already hit.

In the hazy moonlight, there may be no reason to eat, and it feels a little cool.

"Crunch!"

Shen Huchan opened the door, walked into the room, and lit the candle.

On the bed lay a young girl, dressed in white and covered with light blue veil.

The woman's hair is dewy, her skin is delicate and soft like warm jade, and her cherry mouth is red and delicate.

Two strands of messy silk cover the face, with a bit of seductive style, and the slightly open placket, revealing a snow-white chest, reminiscent of fluttering.

If you look closely, it turns out to be Sikong Minglan.

Shen Huchan walked to the side of the bed and shouted softly: "Sister Minglan, sister Minglan." ”

After the call, Sikong Minglan snorted, opened her languid eyes, and scratched her messy hair.

After seeing Shen Huchan, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, hurriedly got up from the bed, and then said shyly: "I'm sorry Brother Shen, I'll bring you food, see that you are not here, and you will fall asleep after a long time." ”

Shen Huchan smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

She twisted her face, embarrassed, walked to the table, opened the bamboo basket, and took out all the food.

"Sister Minglan, you're hungry too, let's eat together. ”

"I ......"

"Come and eat together. ”

Under Shen Huchan's warm invitation, Sikong Minglan lowered her head and stammered: "Okay then"

After entering the sect, Shen Huchan was very happy to be able to work in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

While eating, he hummed a little song and had an indescribable smile on his face.

But Sikong Minglan's face was gloomy, and her eyebrows were raised. After hesitating for a while, she mustered up the courage to say, "Brother Shen, why did you come back so late today." ”

"Ah..." Suddenly, Shen Huchan found that Sikong Minglan's face was very ugly, and he looked trembling, Shen Xin tightened his heart and continued: "It's okay, after cleaning the Scripture Pavilion, I will read a book in it for a while, and I have forgotten the time." ”

"Oh. ”

After listening to Shen Huchan's speech, Sikong Minglan lowered her head and continued to eat. After the two of them had dinner, she packed up her things and left the small courtyard.

And Shen Huchan has already felt that now Sikong Minglan cares about himself beyond his friends.

Facing Sikong Minglan's feelings, he came to the window and looked out and looked at the stars shining in the sky. Then he looked at the lake, and the bright moon was reflected.

The beautiful scenery in front of me seems to melt into this wonderful and moving scenery.

A light breeze swept over from the rustling surface of the southwest lake, gently turning up Shen Huchan's clothes.

As if in a dream, Shen Huchan woke up.

I thought in my heart that I couldn't affect my cultivation because of my emotions.

You must work hard to cultivate, and when the realm is sublimated, you will return to Changshan Island and regain what belongs to you.

After beating a hache, Shen Huchan lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The sky had just dawned, the sky was clear, and the day slowly drove the darkness to the horizon.

Shen Huchan opened his eyes and got out of bed, freshened up and dressed, first practiced, practiced qi and swords, and then prepared for a new day's work.

Arriving at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Shen Huchan began a day of intense work, working continuously for an hour.

Every corner of the Scripture Pavilion is particularly clean.

At this time, the door of the Scripture Pavilion opened, and Yin Dehai, Chen Zhengchu, Du Xinghua, and Peng Wenxing walked in.

Seeing that Shen Huchan had cleaned up the Scripture Pavilion, his attitude towards this newcomer had changed greatly.

I saw Peng Wenxing cast an approving look at Shen Huchan and said: "Shen Huchan, you work conscientiously and responsibly, you are very diligent, work hard, and work hard, in the future, on the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you can see the basic swordsmanship, boxing techniques, and formations at will." ”

Shen Huchan immediately became happy when he heard this, and said to Peng Wenxing with a monk's salute, "Thank you, Brother Peng." ”

"Go and rest. ”

"Okay, Brother Peng. ”

Shen Huchan did not rest, but went to the second floor, picked up the book and read it.

Here are some basic swordsmanship, boxing, and formations.

Although it is very ordinary, there are many places where Shen Huchan has learned a lot.

In the following days, Shen Huchan got up early every day, cleaned the Scripture Pavilion first, and then went to the second floor to read some classical books.

Shen Huchan firmly remembered that when the sun set, he had to leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The waning moon is like a bow, the crescent moon is like an eyebrow, and the full moon is like a mirror.

Time inadvertently, a month has passed.

In this month's time, Shen Huchan has lived a very fulfilling life every day.

And under the care of Sikong Minglan, the true qi has also been greatly improved.

Shen Huchan felt that if this continued, in less than three years, he would be able to return to Changshan Island, defeat the three families, and become the master of Changshan Island.

In the past month, Yin Dehai, Chen Zhengchu, Du Xinghua, and Peng Wenxing all began to like Shen Huchan.

Although the four of them still didn't do anything, they threw all the work to Shen Huchan.

But Shen Huchan is in the Scripture Pavilion, he can look through the books at will, and he can also take the books back to his residence to read.

Although it is only a little bit of progress, it is enough to prove that several people have a different view of Shen Huchan.

Shen Huchan, as usual, sat on the second floor reading books and studying cultivation, and heard it.

"Dangdang!"

A sound of footsteps passed, and Shen Huchan focused on reading the book and didn't pay attention at all.

"Who dare you read here? ”

Shen Huchan was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw an elderly monk.

The old monk's rectangular face had almost no elastic muscles and soft tissues, and all that was left was the purple-stained skin and angular bones.

But he is full of fairy bones, and people can know at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

Shen Huchan didn't know whether it was good or bad, so he hurriedly said......