Su Changqing got up slowly, looked out, and his heart moved slightly.

Then he turned to look at the two little ones who were paralyzed into a badger cake and a mink cake on the bed, stroked them with his fingertips, and then explained a few words to the two little ones and walked out.

——The direction is exactly where her master lives.

The hot wind swept the gravel and blew on his face, and Su Changqing continued to climb the stairs with a blank face, climbing the peak.

Damn, what did her master think before!

Why live so high?

Su Changqing remembered that her master looked like a refrigerator all day long, and she instantly felt that she had realized.

- Maybe this is the legendary high place is not cold!

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, then increased her speed slightly, and there was almost no sound between her movements, like a delicate feather, and when it flew up, it was a shadow of a frightening water.

But in the blink of an eye, her figure was like a snowfly melting in the sun, and soon she reached the last step of the bluestone staircase.

Su Changqing casually brushed away the long black hair that fell from the side of her face, and she looked sideways at the tall and clear back not far away.

Su Changqing: "......"

fine, to be expected.

Her master is really thinking about life in the face of the wind again.

The young man stood on the edge of the cliff, his dark sleeves blown by the wind, and with his ink-like hair, he outlined a clear and straight figure.

Such a handsome man like Zhilan Yushu, but his body is like a black ice, and he is a little unkind.

The young man's eyebrows were sloppy, his face was as cold as frost, and his hair was like a pillow of flowing ink, scattered on his slightly thin shoulders and back.

At this time, he seemed to hear a voice, and the young man slowly raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes seemed to hide the twilight snow of a thousand mountains, and depicted thousands of miles of lonely clouds.

Su Changqing raised the corners of his lips and called, "Master." ”

The young man nodded silently.

Su Changqing: "......"

Su Changqing was also silent, did her master weld the setting of silence is gold to her body?!

The girl's eyes turned on Lu Feiran, and she frowned imperceptibly, and she didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she actually felt the overflowing star power on Shizun for a moment.

But that feeling was only fleeting, like an illusion.

The last time I saw my master, I also felt this way.

Could it be that the master is gradually recovering?

In the original book, was he the one who repaired Zhihai at this time?

Su Changqing carefully recalled the original plot, but found that he only vaguely remembered the general key plot.

However, at the moment, his own master does not look like he has been restored.

Su Changqing pondered in place for a few breaths before walking towards the young man, she raised her head slightly, and was about to say something-

Lu Feiran was the first to speak, "Back?" ”

The voice is like a line of ice and snow, but it is a little soft.

Su Changqing's eyes widened slightly for a moment, and then nodded with a smile, "Well, it hasn't been long since I came back, and Master Lao has hung up." ”

The young man's phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around Su Changqing's body, and when he saw that there was no damage on the girl's body, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Su Changqing glanced at the young man with some confusion, and then took two steps closer to the young man, with a respectful posture:

"Master, has you been getting better lately?"

The young man bowed his head slightly and answered in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

Su Changqing raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, he still had a long sword hanging from his waist, and the sword body was straight and heavy.

The hilt and the sword grid are tattooed with green bamboo patterns, just like the owner of the sword, green bamboo is the bone, and the bright moon is the heart.

Looking downward, it was a young man's slender but calloused hands, which were a pair of hands that had been practicing swords for a long time.

Su Changqing looked at the young man's lacquer-like eyes, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes engraved with the phantom of the Great Dao under his long eyelashes.

The girl's heart was inexplicably unable to chew the taste.

Her master is a pure sword cultivator.

Whether in the past or in the present, his heart is like a child, but his eyebrows seem to be frozen in the loneliness and loneliness of frost and snow, just like a stubborn stone wrapped in jade, wooden and clumsy, restrained and cold.

The heart of the Tao is immortal, and the long sword is not broken.

Kendo is hearty, and it is the arrogance of the person in front of him-

This man's dedication to the Tao is rooted in the bone marrow, hidden deep in the flesh and blood, and full of indomitable loneliness.

Even if he awakens the summoner's talent in the future, for him, it may be equivalent to abandoning the way of the sword and cultivating the way of wonders, which is the most exhausting years of his hundred years, and it is his most persistent pursuit.

No matter how strong the summoner's talent is, it may be just a moon in the water for him.

Su Changqing suppressed his emotions and said softly:

"Master."

The young man turned his head slightly to look at her, his eyes as dark as midnight met hers, as if asking something.

Su Changqing smiled slightly.