When Chiya woke up, a faint fragrance was being sent into her nose by the morning breeze.

He stretched out his hand to hold the thin mattress that slowly slipped off his shoulder, the girl's faint body fragrance came to his face, and the incense couch was empty in the quiet bedroom.

Chiya rubbed her eyes and sat up from her chair. After dinner last night, Yu Xunyan still didn't wake up, and after he finished cultivating his soul thoughts, he put a chair in front of the bed, guarding the girl, maybe he was a little tired, and he slept until dawn when he sat down.

Gently opening the window, the eastern sky has a glow, Qianyi folded the futon while listening to the sound of the sword dance coming in the wind.

The sword dance is not fast, but the breath is long, continuous, like a big river that cannot be seen from the beginning to the end, even if you can't see the person dancing the sword, it seems to be presented in front of you with one move at a time.

It seemed that Yu Xunyan's injuries were fine, and Qian Yi put the folded futon at the end of the bed, but a white light burst out from under the sheet.

Lazy smashed like a dough on the soft futon, spread out his limbs, and fell asleep. However, the little white dog obviously did not lose his breath, although he was sleeping soundly, he still did not forget to put his butt at him, and every fluff on his body was bent upside down, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

Qian also knew where the lazy anger came from, and there had been things in the past where he was in danger and didn't bring it, this time he let it protect the Dharma for the two of them, and he was injured in Yourong Guoyuan, and the laziness who couldn't come naturally gave birth to an atmosphere. Fortunately, Qianya knows the weakness of laziness, as long as she invites it to eat a few delicious meals, everything is negotiable.

Rubbing his lazy head, Qianyi took the Tianhong knife and covered the door and went to the study.

Polishing the ink and spreading the paper, and lighting a lamp as usual.

Qian also picked up the pen and wanted to write, but before the pen was put down, a thick ink melted on the paper before the inch tube.

The tranquil Xianting Palace, like every morning you wake up, is peaceful and peaceful, but many things have happened in this month.

He came to this small courtyard and met the scholar, who could not go down the cliff;

And when he came to the street, he met the maiden, who had gone east to the sea;

He walked by the river, and met the old man, who waved his hand......

Just like the suddenness of looking at the fire in the stove last night, thousands of things floated in my heart, and the prescription and medical theory that was originally going to be written silently changed into "Heaven and earth are like a moment, and the sun and the moon suddenly become frost......"

Throughout the ages, all kinds of red dust have flowed on the end of the pen when the teenager was half-awake and half-drunk.

There is a clear feeling in Qianyi's heart, he knows that he is writing, he knows what he wants to write, but how to write and how to write, he does not know.

The faint purple gas silently surrounds Qianyi's body, from purple to xia, from xia to gold, from gold to can, as Qianyi writes faster and faster, this golden qi is also accumulating thicker and thicker, like a dragon entrenched, and the tiger groans!

Suddenly, the light of the sun came from the dawn of the eastern sky, Qianyi picked up the pen, and the sentence "This is extreme" ended the whole chapter, and the small courtyard of Xianting Palace broke out with a long-suppressed sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring, and the spirit soared to the sky, straight to the sky!

The momentum was so great that in the Fu Gong Palace, a hundred miles away, a woman with cinnabar between her eyebrows suddenly closed the book and flew out of the house.

Lu Xiangshan, who was nearby, was lying in front of the window and muttering to himself.

Qian Yi didn't know how powerful he was in the light of his fourteen years of practicing calligraphy, and at this moment he was looking down at the mess all over the ground.

At the moment when he put away the pen, the wooden table "banged" and shattered to the ground, and all the pen, ink, paper and inkstones were scattered around.

However, to his surprise, the paper did not fall suddenly, but pressed against the wooden table and fell straight down, and the dust on the ground was filled, and the whole ground shook, as if it was not paper that fell, but a boulder.

Qian Yi slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his consciousness gradually returned to a state of complete clarity, he raised his head to meet the morning light, with a light smile on his face, the depression accumulated yesterday due to the departure of his friend was swept away, and it seemed that all the weight was transferred from his heart to the paper.

The boy listened to the wind, and the girl appeared softly with a sword from the wind.

......

The rain in the morning light is still dressed in black, the green silk is flying, and there is a cold air that is not close to the living people from a distance of more than ten zhang away, as if the world is day, but at night, it is different from the past, it is no longer the coldness of the lights, but the coldness of the lights.

Qianyi greeted Yuxunyan and leaned over to start tidying up the house. Yu Xunyan also walked in, although she didn't know what was going on, but she also bent down to help Qianyi tidy up, but when she wanted to pick up a piece of paper, she found that the paper was like a stone embedded in the mountain, and it didn't move at all!

Yuxun smoke does not change color, and adds a little more force, but the paper is still strong, and when you have to exert force again, there are fine and dense cracks from the paper.

Yu Xunyan hurriedly collected his strength: "Qianyi, I ......"

Qian Yi frowned slightly, he picked up the paper, but what he picked up was shredded paper.

Shaking his head, Qian Yi decided to ignore it for the time being, at this time it was already bright, and it would be a little late if he didn't cook.

After packing up the inkstone pen holder and other things next to it, he put the crushed wooden table outside the door, and Qian Yi rolled up his sleeves and went to the east kitchen.

Yu Xunyan couldn't find the result, hesitated for a moment, and followed behind Qianyi.

Qian Yi was surprised: "You don't know how to cook, what are you doing here?"

Yu Xunyan looked at Qianyi's eyes and said softly: "Qianyi, thank you for saving me back yesterday." ”

Qian Yi shook his head when he heard this: "The night before, Jun Shendu brought you back from the Heavenly Palace Ruhai, and your injuries were cured by the green light and snow." ”

Yu Xunyan was stunned: "Have I been in a coma for a day and a night?"

Qianye nodded, scooped a scoop of water, washed his hands, and began to wash rice.

Only then did the girl notice a hint of difference, and looked around: "What about Jun Shendu?"

Qian Yi sighed lightly, and told what happened yesterday from beginning to end, the battle in Ninghou Mansion was very brief, and as for the deputy hall master of the Blood Draining Hall and the old woman who drew the talisman, he even said a word, mainly what Lu Xiangshan said last night. That old man was dying of hunger yesterday, and he shouldn't have told a lie.

At the end, Qian Yi said: "Jun Shendu's future lessons will be taught by Nan Xiaoyi." ”

Yu Xunyan listened to everything Qian Yi said silently, although Qian Yi spoke lightly, but Yu Xunyan heard the danger, even she broke into the heavenly palace alone like the sea and landed in such a field, not to mention that Qian Yi broke into the Ninghou Mansion of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? !

Those people didn't do it before, but Ning Hou didn't speak, and everyone believed that the prestigious Zhou Qingdu could definitely defeat Qianyi, so they let Qianyi succeed, and if it wasn't for the appearance of jade, Qianyi would definitely be worse than himself.

didn't expect that his willfulness would cause such consequences, Yu Xunyan involuntarily tightened the question sword in his hand, and said silently after a long time: "I'm sorry." ”

Qian Yi had just boiled the pot, and was washing a sweet potato to be cut, when he heard it, he was stunned: "Why do you say I'm sorry?"

The rain looked for smoke but didn't answer, and the breeze came to think lightly.

After a while, the girl walked to the stove and sat down, the firelight illuminated her cheeks, and she picked up the tongs beside her: "Qianyi, I'll help you cook the pot in the future." ”