As if he hadn't heard the wind, he turned his head to Lan Shen, "You can directly refuse to your father, saying that you have no plans to start a family for the time being." ”

Qingyan knew that he was deliberate, so he was furious, and kicked his foot under the table at him.

Unguarded by the wind, she kicked over and flew out with the bench.

Fortunately, Lan Shen reacted quickly and stood up, so he didn't fall out.

Qian Yiliang and Li Luohan were afraid of being affected, so they lowered their heads and ate silently.

Congfeng didn't care, got up to pick up vegetables for her, "Master kicked so lightly, I'm afraid I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength." ”

Hearing this, Qian Yiliang gasped.

Is this kid too fatal? Dare to add fuel to the fire!

Admire, admire.

Qingyan was really enraged, if he was reluctant to put a table of dishes, he would have to flip the table directly.

"You come out for me!" There is a glimmer of reason underneath the rage.

From the wind's smile remained unchanged, and followed Qingyan to the open space of the East Kitchen.

Li Luohan and the three of them also ran out, thinking that they could see a wonderful duel, but they didn't know that the two just kept standing.

Eye to eye?

They couldn't see how lethal the eyes were.

But I do understand a little bit about the intention of the wind.

Qingyan had faintly conjured a long sword in one hand, and the other hand was also ready to attack.

The air flow around the body surges, and it seems that with just one movement, a powerful force will erupt.

Qingyan just wanted to scare him, but seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth felt particularly dazzling.

With a wave of the wrist, the surging air flow flowed out.

Hmmm-

Stirring up a gust of wind.

Almost at the same time, a wisp of green silk flew down from the wind's sideburns.

Knock knock!

Two old trees fell behind him.

The little chef was dumbfounded.

Qian Yiliang and Li Luohan jumped and applauded Qingyan, "Master is so powerful." ”

It was Lan Shen who sweated for Congfeng.

Congfeng looked at her steadily, "Master's control ability is stronger." ”

He knew the knot in her heart.

Ever since she had charred pigeons with fire for the first time, she felt that she was too strong.

The lethality is so powerful that even she feels terrifying.

So she usually thinks it's fun to cook things, and she never uses them casually when she's serious.

But in addition to cultivating the rune array, she didn't practice anything else, not even the imperial sword, so letting her fight in actual combat is not equivalent to death?

For her, the assessment is to send others to death or send others to die, so she is very repulsive.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized that he was helping himself, glanced at him, withdrew his hand and turned around and walked away.

Her ability to control the rune array is indeed much better now than when she first started practicing.

Qian Yiliang rushed to the wind, "How do you feel?" Are you afraid? ”

From the wind frowned.

How did he think this kid gloated.

Although Qingyan agreed, he didn't take the assessment to heart.

But the three teachers did not stop, from the original persuasion to the exam, to now have to prepare for the exam for her.

I found a bunch of tattered old books out of nowhere, and I had to ask her to look at them one by one.

"I don't need to read literacy books, do I?" She is not an illiterate disciple of the Basic Department.

"Oh, what about this." Zhuang Lao changed a book.

Qingyan glanced at it, "Master, I think you're insulting me. ”

Zhuang Lao saw the things in his hand clearly, and hurriedly threw them aside, "I took the wrong one." ”

"You can't shirk this, can you?" Master Jia picked out a copy and handed it to Zhuang Lao.

Under the eager gaze of the three masters, Qingyan had no choice but to start reading.

This is an introductory book for qi refining cultivation, Qingyan has never seen it before, and he can barely read it.

Just keep an eye on her when you're free, and when you go to eat or go to the bathroom, they have to follow.

Qingyan was almost driven crazy by these old men.

After passing by the training ground, I saw that Congfeng was cleaning, and there were female disciples watching on the side.

Qingyan didn't want to go back to study, so he said to several old masters: "Since the wind injury has not healed, I have something to explain to him." ”

"Go ahead." Zhuang Lao and the others were already tired of following, so they just took this opportunity to go back to rest.

Qingyan waited for Zhuang Lao and them to leave, so he went to the East Kitchen to find the little chef, and the two came to the training ground together.

The little chef held a dim sum plate with melon seeds on the plate.

Qingyan grabbed a handful of them casually and began to eat melon seeds.

"Yo, isn't this Elder Ben's beloved disciple, why are you sweeping the floor here?"

Click.

The melon seed shell was thrown directly to the ground.

I took the hand of the broom from the wind and continued to sweep.

The female disciples who were watching whispered and hugged for the wind.

Probably a newly recruited female disciple this year, I have never seen the elder with a small leather whip chasing after the training ground full of people.

Moreover, Qingyan is very kind to the female disciples, so they are not afraid of her at all.

"The training ground is so big that Senior Brother Congfeng is allowed to clean it alone, how can this be?"

"Yes, the elder is too unkind."

Qingyan looked at it with one look, and the female disciples were silent, pretending to look around.

Seeing her eating melon seeds around herself, Congfeng put down the broom, brought a wooden chair, and placed it in the middle of the training ground.

Qingyan was not polite, sat down and began to pick preserves.

"Sweet or salty first?" She asked the little cook with a smile.

The little cook peeked into the wind and carefully picked up the melon seed skin discarded by Qingyan.

"I like salty." Leaning in from the wind, he pointed to one of them.

Qingyan stretched out his hand and slapped the person away, "Hurry up and clean it for me, otherwise I won't finish sweeping it at night, and I will have to continue tomorrow." ”

She just sat on the training ground for a while, and Zhuang Lao came to hear the wind and sat on the side crying.

"Alas, my apprentice, he is really disobedient, I know that I have an old bone, and I don't use it, and I won't put it in my eyes......"

The voice was mournful and pitiful.

Seeing that there was no one around, he dipped in tea and wiped it on his face, so he was not miserable.

Qingyan is not afraid of losing face, and it is not her face that is lost anyway.

But the old man's voice was so unpleasant that it gave her a headache.

"Alright, stop crying!" Qingyan threw away the melon seeds.

"Can't I go to read?"

Zhuang Lao saw her walking towards the library pavilion, so he closed his mouth and looked at the little cook's fruit bowl.

"What preserves? Give me a taste. ”

Qingyan had just arrived at the library and the wind had come.

"You're not sweeping the floor, are you?" She pulled out an ancient book in boredom.

I looked through it with one hand and made a gesture with the other.

learned her appearance from the wind, and also smoked a copy casually.

"I told a few junior sisters that my stomach was uncomfortable, so it would be convenient to go later."

Qingyan didn't expect him to lie, and it was such an uncivilized lie.

"Convenient? Aren't you afraid of ruining your image in the hearts of your junior sisters? ”

Congfeng smiled indifferently, "In Master's heart, what is the image of the disciple?" ”

Qingyan thought for a moment.

"It's not a big deal, but it's certainly not a good thing."

Congfeng picked up an ancient book again, the hand holding the book suddenly stopped, and the ink eyebrows furrowed tightly, and after only a while, it was back to the same as before.

Qingyan lowered his head and didn't notice, thinking that he was just hesitating and didn't want to let himself see it.

"What book?" She leaned in.

It's nothing but the most ordinary of literacy books.

Qingyan was about to go to another shelf to take a look, but he didn't hear the footsteps following behind.

"You want to see this?"

"Do you think this book is very similar to the page of Sanyuan Materia Medica?" From the wind handed her the book.

Qingyan took it, holding it down and flicking the page.

She dialed it twice, and compared it with a book of similar thickness.

"It seems like every page is thicker." Qingyan looked at Congfeng suspiciously.

In this way, the book will not be read if there is a little culture, and it is suitable for hiding secrets.

Qingyan wanted to follow the method of the last three-yuan materia medica and concoct it in the same way, but for a while he couldn't find any flowers blooming in this season.

"Wait for spring next year?" Raise eyebrows from the wind.