After a while, Jimo Wuxin rushed out of the array pavilion with a surprised face: "Senior sister, senior sister, you are back!" I miss you so much! ”

Luo Qingyin habitually wanted to pat him on the shoulder, and stretched out her hand, but found that the young man in front of her had grown a lot taller, and it was no longer easy for her to pat his shoulder......

What a sad discovery.

Also growing taller is his cultivation.

When they were separated, he was only ready to go home to break through the generals, and now that he is a fifth-order general, I believe that it will not be long before a new martial artist is born.

On the way back to the Array Pavilion, the Snow Ginseng Doll, the Ink Monkey, the Little Fat Butterfly, and the Nine-Tailed Snow Fox that Luo Qingyin had just released from the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods immediately ran to the side to play.

Jimo said excitedly: "Senior sister, the tutor returned to the academy half a month ago. Without you, both of us are so used to it! ”

Thinking of Hua Qianye, Luo Qingyin's eyes showed a touch of warmth: "Fortunately, you are still there." ”

Jimo nodded sympathetically: "The students are different from year to year, but the senior sister and the mentor will never change." Senior sister, what are your plans after leaving the academy? ”

Well...... Is it a matter of joining the sect?

Luo Qingyin pursed his lips: "Go to Baicaotang." ”

Jimo said happily: "It's so good, you can have wine every day when you go to Baicaotang." ”

Luo Qingyin couldn't help but smile: "What about you? Back to Youheicheng? Or do you want to go through it for a while? ”

"My father said that Wuhou could not go home before." Jimo scratched his head unintentionally, "But my family's house rule is that Wuhou can go out freely after that." ”

Luo Qingyin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Jimo Tianzhong focuses on education, which is a bit interesting.

After thinking about it, she proposed, "If you don't plan to go home to cultivate, why don't you go to Baicao Hall together?" ”

"Is that okay?" Jimo asked in surprise, "I don't know how to make wine, I don't know how to make wine, I don't know how to make wine, what can I do when I enter Baicaotang?" ”

Luo Qingyin thought for a moment: "I don't know either, but there must be something you can do." ”

Jimo Wuxin has never had any concept in these aspects, and when he heard her say this, he made a decision without much hesitation: "Then go to Baicaotang and see what you can do, if you can't do anything, then cultivate." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Look, it's that simple to kidnap a junior.

Slowly and leisurely walk through the ladder of inquiry, when I returned to the pavilion, the night has fallen, the night of the pavilion is bright, the sky is like ink, the bright moonlight falls on the brocade ribbon of flowers, shallowly smudged out, beautiful.

Hua Qianye stood in front of the door of the Hall of Stars with his hands on his shoulders, his white clothes were like snow, reflecting the moonlight, like an ink painting scroll with light clouds and light wind in the fireworks in March.

Seeing Luo Qingyin and Jimo Wuxin appear together, his eyes moved slightly, the corners of his lips hooked up with a smile, and his voice was warm and clean: "Qingyin, welcome back." ”

After more than a year of not seeing him, he doesn't seem to have changed much.

But if you look closely, you can still find that his breath has become more restrained, condensed like jade, as if the sky is slowly flowing through the sky, but his words are like soft and warm flowing water, with just the right amount of gentleness.

Luo Qingyin stepped forward and saluted, and said playfully, "Mentor, it's a pleasure to see you when I come back." ”

Hua Qianye's eyes warmed a little, and he wanted to reach out and touch her forehead, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he paused suddenly, Luo Qingyin saw this, and immediately lowered his body and stretched his head in front of his hand: "I broke through Wuhou, ask for a reward." ”

Hua Qianye looked at the girl's sweet smile, and her palm lightly touched her hair......

Mao Dun Literature