The young man held a long sword in his hand, the blade of which was sharp, exuding a frosty sword breath similar to that of the sword master.

Qinghui's arrogant young man lowered his eyes, his eyes were obscure, and the sword body trembled slightly, making a low humming sound, as if echoing the master's mood, and as if he was soothing the master's emotions.

The hand clenched on the hilt of the sword, the pale knuckles, the protruding green tendons, as if trying to grasp something, seemed to have self-loathing and melancholy hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

Su Changqing's eyebrows seemed to be frowning, his eyes moved from the sword's body to the young man's face, and from her position, he could only see the young man hanging his head slightly, unable to distinguish the expression on his face, and could only see the jawline that was cold and pale to the extreme.

The peak of Chilian Peak was filled with fog, and it was extremely empty and quiet, it seemed that even the sound of the wind had an echo, Su Changqing's footsteps hesitated for a moment, but he still approached the young man's side, looked at his expression, and cautiously called:

"Master?"

Even though Lu Feiran lost his cultivation of the sea of knowledge, the accumulated foundation of cultivation did not disappear, and his perception has always been keen, so he found out the moment Su Changqing came up.

It's just that whoever comes up is good, and it makes no difference to him; Maybe it's still a little different, one here is to persuade him to want to open up with a face full of desire, and the other is just an abrupt and inexplicable cynicism.

His thin lips were bloodless, his eyes were as cold as snow, and when he heard the girl's voice, he slowly raised his eyes to look at her, calmly without a trace of waves and the slightest popularity.

When they made eye contact, it was as if they had been pierced into their bodies by a hard, piercing ice pick.

Su Changqing: "......"

There is a cold stab, eye assassin!

The young man quietly looked at the slender girl beside him, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, strangely it seemed that she was the only one.

She never seemed to say anything more......

When I looked at him, I never had a similar feeling of regret and wanting to speak, and I never persuaded him for half a sentence.

Except for what I said last time......

Let him not worry, he will be fine, and she will try to find a way to reshape his knowledge of the sea and meridians......

Never say anything more.

Lu Feiran stood with his sword in his hand, and his drooping long eyelashes cast a shadow in his pupils, covering up the incomprehension under his eyes.

He has never liked to have more contact with other people, and he accepted her as an apprentice just because he didn't want to continue to listen to the dean's nagging, so he simply pointed to someone he knew well as a disciple to block the mouth of the hospital chief.

She is also interested, and she never comes up to disturb him too much.

Now he reports every day, but every time it's like this moment, he just stands quietly beside him and doesn't say much, and then leaves directly when the hour comes.

It's as if ......

She came up every day just to make sure if he was ......alive or not.

He didn't seem to know this disciple of his own.

Lu Feiran's cold eyebrows and eyes were slightly folded like frost and snow, his emotions were a little indistinguishable, as if he was confused, and as if he had no sorrow or joy, his eyes fell on the girl's pale but soft face again.

However, she has not appeared in recent days.

Are you tired?

Don't you want to see him anymore?

Although this thought flashed through Lu Feiran's mind for a moment, it quickly returned to an appearance of no emotion and no joy or sorrow.

Su Changqing happened to capture the moment of desolation in his eyes, and his scalp was a little numb.

She was silent, thought for a while, and did not directly explain the reason why she did not come to see him during this time, but bent her eyes and said:

"Master, the disciple's current realm has broken through to the late stage of foundation building, so in this way, in the sect competition, the disciple will have a little more confidence and certainty."

Then, Su Changqing's tone was a little hesitant and cautious to add another sentence:

"However, the sect is in a big competition, and I think there will be a lot of senior brothers and sisters in the Jindan Realm who will also participate, so it seems that the chances of that disciple winning have become a little slim."

Speaking of this, Su Changqing's mood seemed to become depressed again, "Some time ago, the disciple took on an off-site mission and went to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, but I didn't expect that my luck was not bad, and I found the opportunity to break through the barrier in the later stage. ”

"I'm still a little complacent."

"But when the disciple thought about it, there must be many fellow disciples with outstanding cultivation in the sect, and this mood suddenly calmed down."

Compared with the silence in the past, today's girl seemed to be chattering a little, Lu Feiran listened to these words that seemed to complain and share, and looked at Su Changqing again.

It turns out that she didn't come for a few days, did she take on a task?

However, if someone else was here, they wouldn't mention too many words about cultivation and cultivation to him, but more carefully let him meditate and cultivate.

This disciple of his own doesn't seem to have this awareness, and still regards him as a fellow practitioner who can talk and ask for advice normally.

If Su Changqing knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be unable to help but roll his eyes, didn't he become incomprehensible or stupid, why couldn't he communicate as a normal person?

In addition, she also feels that there are no words that cannot be mentioned, and the more carefully she avoids or changes the topic, it does not necessarily take care of the other party's emotions, and sometimes it will backfire, making the other party more uncomfortable and self-loathing.

Besides, they're monks!!

are all cultivating immortals, and the top sky is also a jade body, Li Kuixin!

The body can be crispy, but the heart of the Tao can't be crispy.

Lu Feiran is the most of them.

So there is no need to persuade anything more, and I will naturally figure it out if I blow a little more northwest wind.

Su Changqing thought so.

And Lu Feiran looked at Su Changqing for a while before his thin lips spit out a monosyllable:

"Hmm."

Su Changqing: "......"

Su Changqing was speechless for a moment.

She felt that he shouldn't learn swords, and he shouldn't be transferred to a summoner later, he should go and practice the Closed Mouth Meditation!

The peak of the Red Refining Peak was in the twilight at this time, and the strong wind that suddenly blew became more and more cold, Su Changqing couldn't help but cover her mouth and cough lightly a few times, and a faint pink appeared on her pale cheeks, making her complexion look much healthier than Lu Feiran.

Her body moved slightly, she took a step forward, and helped Lu Feiran block the strong wind from the side, and at the same time said:

"For the great competition of the sect, I don't know what ...... the master has for the disciples"