The entire Zixia House was so quiet that the sound of the Zixia flowers falling could be heard clearly.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingyin shook his head, withdrew the foot that had been bought in the door, turned around and left.

Ying Yi was stunned and wanted to call her, but as Zi Yunchen's guard, Luo Qingyin was not only Zi Yunchen's quasi-princess, but also the master of Mingmen, he couldn't be so rude, so he had to watch Luo Qingyin's figure disappear.

"Passing through the door and not entering?" Ying Er was dumbfounded, lowered his voice and asked, "Does the princess hate her master?" ”

Ying Yi held the long sword in his arms and glanced at him: "What nonsense, how can the princess hate the master?" ”

Ying Er touched his nose and looked at Ying San behind him: "San'er, what do you think?" ”

Ying San lowered his eyebrows: "Don't discuss things between masters and sons." ”

Shadow Er pouted: "Okay, you are all good, but I'm almost suffocating." The master rushed back with a serious injury, but she didn't even come to take a look, isn't it hate? If the master wakes up, it will be so uncomfortable! ”

Ying San thought for a while, and said: "Yes, the master is already very bitter, if the princess doesn't want him, he may ......." ”

"What could he be?"

A voice as clear as water rang abruptly in their ears.

The three of them looked up in unison, only to see Luo Qingyin holding the little hand of the snow ginseng doll in front of them, and there was a round-eyed ink monkey standing on his shoulder.

Suddenly, the cold sweat of the three of them flowed down.

Ying Er talked the most and reacted the fastest, knelt down with a "poof", and begged for mercy while palming his mouth: "Princess Niangniang, the little one knows that it is wrong, the little one knows that it is wrong, you must not tell the master!" ”

Luo Qingyin glanced at him lightly: "Discuss the master in vain, and go to a poison peak to receive the punishment yourself." ”

Ying Er suddenly screamed miserably, and grabbed the ground with his head: "Don't, it's better to die than to go to a poisonous peak!" ”

One poisonous peak, the whole peak is poisonous!

Yixin Peak is pulling people to test poison every day, if he goes, then he will have it!

Ignoring him, Luo Qingyin pursed her lips and pulled the snow ginseng doll into Zixia Residence.

She just saw that Hu Lao was struggling to study alone, and went back to find the snow ginseng doll to come over to help, these people are too imaginable!

Thinking about it from another angle, did she not give Zi Yunchen enough security?

This thought flashed, and was thrown to the back of Luo Qingyin's mind.

Walking to the door of Hu Lao's study of Danfang, Luo Qingyin knocked on the door, and after he raised his head, he smiled and said, "Master, they came over to help." ”

The ink monkey didn't need to command, jumped onto Hu Lao's bookcase with a "sting" sound, and took out a few scrolls of blood tonic pills and threw them in front of him.

Hu Lao's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up one of them to look at it.

The ink monkey crossed his legs and said, "Don't be too moved, squeak." ”

Hu Lao Waner said: "Okay, I'm not moved, wait for the stinky boy to wake up, let him make you a cow and a horse." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Is it really good to sell apprentices like this?

The snow ginseng doll walked slowly to Hu Lao's side, stretched out her little short hand, climbed onto the bookcase with her little short legs, reached out and took the half-written Danfang over, glanced up and down, puffed up her face and said, "Stupid." ”

Lake Lao: "......"

A hundred-year-old man, dignified and saintly, was actually scolded for being stupid...... He didn't feel ashamed, but had a feeling of extraordinary novelty, as if he was hundreds of years younger in an instant.

Xue Ginseng Doll didn't care about Hu Lao's indescribable mood, took out a blank scroll, picked up the pen, and went straight to the bookcase to draw a doll.

Luo Qingyin sat aside, picked up the scroll taken out by the ink monkey and looked at it, feeling a little tired in his thinking.

Thinking about it carefully, during this period of time, she didn't have time to cultivate and rest well, and it was strange that her mind could be sharp.

With a sigh, she put the scroll back on the bookcase, turned around and walked towards Zi Yunchen's room.

Baijiu was meditating with his eyes closed in front of Zi Yunchen's bed, when he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that it was Luo Qingyin, he smiled: "Senior sister." ”

Luo Qingyin was about to speak, but he added, "Your bald head looks kinder." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

"Can it not be kind to see a bald head?" Luo Qingyin took out a futon and sat down next to him, "How is Senior Brother?" Have you ever woken up? ”

Really counted, the oldest of the four is rice wine, followed by white wine, Zi Yunchen ranks third, and she is the youngest.

However, rice wine and liquor are both halfway masters, and the entry time is shorter than Zi Yunchen, so Zi Yunchen is a well-deserved senior brother.

"Uncle Shi won't let him wake up." Baijiu habitually clasped his palms together, "Uncle Shi said, it is much better to recover from a deep sleep than to jump around, sleep for seven days and seven nights, eat more blood tonifying pills and warm nourishing pills, and after a month, you will be able to jump around." ”

"You've got to keep watching." Luo Qingyin pursed his lips, took out a bottle of champion wine and handed it to him, "You go and rest, I'll come and see." ”

Baijiu's gaze swept over the bottle, and his eyes lit up: "New wine? ”

Luo Qingyin knew what he meant when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Recently, a lot of new wine has been brewed, and in the wine cellar of Xingling Peak, I will go and get it myself." ”

The reason why the wine fairy accepted rice wine and apprenticed this guy was because they had a unique talent in tasting, and they were wine connoisseurs in Baicaotang, Luo Qingyin was very relieved of him.

As soon as Baijiu heard that there was new wine, the gluttonous worms were hooked, and they immediately rushed towards Xingling Peak.

Luo Qingyin looked at his reckless back, and suddenly felt a little envy in his heart.

Regardless of whether Hu Lao or Jiuxian, whether it is joining a sect or establishing a sect, it is a breeze.

But none of them.

They all chose to be idle clouds and wild cranes, with one or two apprentices, or experienced everywhere, or in the name of tasting, so that various families in the wine industry could send them wine to drink, and live a comfortable and happy life.

It wasn't until the founding ceremony of the Ming Gate that Luo Qingyin realized how happy it was to not have a heavy burden on his body.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it!

Thinking of this, she added a little more respect to Zi Yunchen.

Without any backing, he single-handedly established Baixiaomen, and developed into the number one information and intelligence organization in the Cangyun Continent.

In addition, his cultivation, talismans, and array formations did not fall behind, and he approached the cultivation of the Martial King in his twenties.

How hard did he have to work to do so much?

Luo Qingyin looked at Zi Yunchen sleeping on the bed steadily, with closed eyes, pale cheeks, bloodless lips, long and curled eyelashes hanging slightly, between light and shadow, a little less clear and a little more fragile.

Raising his hand and falling into a defensive formation, Luo Qingyin stood up and turned him over, then took out the Phoenix God Egg from the Chaos Bracelet and put it in his arms, and raised his arm to wrap it around the egg: "Your son is three years old." ”

Mao Dun Literature