After Qianqiao explained, Nangong Wenqing got up.

"Let's go out and try it. ”

It was early afternoon and the sun was shining.

Nangong Wenqing took Qianqiao to the small courtyard, and first used ice spiritual power to conjure up countless thin lines, shining in the sun.

"Third uncle, you also... It's amazing~"

Qian Qian looked at the silver wire in Nangong Wenqing's hand in shock, and the result that she had been thinking about for three hours was so easily used by the third uncle...

"It's not hard, if you're my age, you can. ”

Nangong Wenqing rarely relieved Qianqiao.

"I got inspiration from Jin Ling Huaguang to create Jin Ling Silk, before I came to my room to try, although it can be as condensed as Jin Ling Hua Guang but can not be formed, either too thick and too stiff, or thin can not be connected, it is difficult to achieve both sharp and flexible and not easy to break. ”

Qian Qian frowned and expressed her confusion.

"Spiritual power condensation can't be brutal, you must understand ingenuity, things must be reversed, and wood is strong, you might as well throw away the inherent thoughts and try. ”

After thinking for a while, Nangong Wenqing pointed out the disadvantages of Qianqiao.

According to Nangong Wenqing's guidance, Qian Qian closed her eyes and hands and began to condense her spiritual power.

"The spiritual power is uneven, the connection is not right, start over. ”

Then it was endless repetition, and until nightfall, Qian Qiao did not succeed.

Although it can already condense fine lines and continue, it is more than flexible, but not sharp enough.

"That's all for today, eat..."

Nangong Wenqing looked at the sky and stretched out his hand to stop Qianqiao from continuing to practice.

*

Dragging her tired body, Qian Qian lay on the dining table waiting for Uncle Qi to serve the food, her eyes staring ahead without focus, until her eyes were suddenly covered by a big hand with distinct bones.

"You're in too much of a hurry..."

In the dark, Qianqiao could clearly feel that the third uncle's body temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and it was very comfortable to put it on the eyelids, which made Qianqiao's chaotic brain slightly sober, and at this time, hearing the third uncle's whispering softly, Qianqiao suddenly woke up.

Since coming to this world, I seem to have been busy, and when I first came, I was anxious to gain a firm foothold in this Nangong family, and I was fighting wits and courage with everyone.

Later, he finally cleared the original owner, but he was entrusted with a heavy task by the original owner's mother, and after the seal was taken over by the uncle, he began to prepare for Dabi again, and worked hard to learn spells with the third uncle, and after seeing Nangong Yunchuan, he took the task of finding Xue Yundan on himself.

Qian Qiao didn't know why she was so anxious, as if she would be swept away by this endless torrent of time if she didn't leave.

Probably... This is the aftermath of reliving...

The third uncle's slightly cool palm made Qianqiao's heart slowly relax, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she slowly fell asleep...

The eyelashes in his hand, which were still trembling, stopped stirring, and then a warm breath swept across his palm.

Nangong Wenqing quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, but the slight itch in his palm spread to the bottom of his heart.

"Qianqiao, this is? This kid is working too hard..."

When Uncle Qi came over to serve the food, he saw Qianqiao who was asleep on the table, and said distressedly.

"I'll send her up to rest, and the dishes will be removed. ”

Nangong Wenqing gently picked up Qian Qiao and walked to the second floor while commanding.

Qi Jian looked at the back of the third young master leaving, and felt a little emotional, that indifferent child finally became a little popular...

Nangong Wenqing, who was holding Qianqiao, was not as calm as his face, he didn't expect Qianqiao to be so light, could it be that he ate too little?

After putting Qianqiao on the bed, Nangong Wenqing stiffly helped him cover the quilt, and then sat in front of the bed, looking at Qianqiao's sleeping face and not knowing what he was thinking, until the sky was faintly bright, he didn't get up and leave.