"No, Master!"

It's so hard to endure for an hour, and when he goes to the Quartet Realm, I don't know if it's a few days or a few months, he will definitely die inside.

"What howl? How could I have an apprentice like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death! Qingyan plucked out his ears.

"Where am I afraid of death, I'm afraid that my father and mother will be sad." Li Luohan flattened his mouth.

"Anyway, you're not an only child anymore, it's good for them to be sad for a while." Qingyan said angrily.

Li Luohan didn't dare to murder his master, so he could only lose his temper at Congfeng.

"It's all your fault, if I have three longs and two shorts, you will be responsible!"

Congfeng didn't want to deal with him, but when he saw Qingyan looking at him interestingly, he asked seriously.

"So do you prefer cremation or burial?"

Li Luohan was dumbfounded.

What he likes, he doesn't like anything!

Qingyan sneered, thinking of something serious.

"Lan Shen, go and see if you can ask the disciple of Qin Painting for two peaches, just say that I want to try it."

Lan Shen nodded and walked out.

"The fruit is delicious?"

When it comes to eating, Li Luohan is more energetic than anyone else.

"I'll try it later?" Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

Li Luohan opened his mouth and wanted to say yes, but when he saw her smiling, he was also smiling treacherously from the wind, and he was on guard in his heart.

"Will it eat the dead?" He asked cautiously.

The wind was silent, Qingyan laughed unfathomably, Li Luohan suddenly felt creepy, and found an excuse to run out.

When he was hungry, he might as well go to the back kitchen.

The piano painting academy is very large, but Li Luohan did not go to the back kitchen according to the route in his impression, and walked around into a quiet courtyard.

There was a woman in the courtyard, holding an ancient book.

The branches and leaves cover the face clearly, but the temperament is surprisingly dignified and elegant.

Li Luohan had never seen such a bookish woman, and he was fascinated for a while.

The woman was talking to Yi Junzi, and from beginning to end she was talking about a tripod.

On the other side, Qingyan began to spur the secret text of the demon cave travel from the wind again.

"Is there any mention of the use of Biluo Yellow Spring?"

"What do you mean?" Writing from the wind stopped, as if thinking.

It's just a bit long to think about.

Qingyan took off the jade cauldron from her waist, and the tea cup was not as big as her fist.

"It's so small, a peach fruit is stuffed, how can you smelt all kinds of poisons and collect thousands of them in one?"

Put down the pen from the wind and correct it seriously, "The peach fruit is not a poison." ”

Qing Yan muffled, "Is this the point?" Don't talk about him or your hands, don't stop! ”

"Rest assured, with the current progress, it will definitely be completed in three or five years."

Congfeng smiled and comforted, but it had no comforting effect at all, but made Qingyan even more annoyed.

"Three or five years!"

It's been too long, and she doesn't have the patience.

"You watch me write every day, isn't it?"

Qingyan frowned, whether it was good or not was secondary.

"So you wrote so slowly on purpose?"

Just to let her watch?

Why did he have so many twists and turns, and he was still careful to make her look at him.

Qingyan pursed her lips, not unhappy because she was calculated.

Noncommittal to the wind, he shoved the ink strip into her hand, holding her hand and grinding it slowly.

His hands are clean and warm, and they don't make people feel uncomfortable.

It's just a little hot.

The heat bursts and flows through the whole body.

It was like a spark burning the prairie and burning her whole body.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, suddenly came back to his senses, pulled back his hand suddenly, got up and went to the window to blow the wind.

Regardless of the strip of ink thrown away by her, the ink splattered and stained the clothes from the wind.

From the wind rubbing his fingertips, the smile on the corner of his mouth is even stronger.

Glancing back at her slender back, she quickly scribbled two lines on the paper.

At this time, Lan Shen came back, followed by Yi Junzi.

She just wanted two peaches, but she didn't expect Yi Junzi to personally send a plate.

Yi Junzi was extremely perceptive, and quickly saw that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange.

Qingyan stepped forward, "I'm tired of the gentleman and I made a special trip." ”

As he spoke, he pinched up a peach fruit and asked curiously, "I don't know what the peach fruit in the piano painting tastes like?" ”

"Sweet and sour, but cold in nature, don't be greedy." Yi Junzi smiled politely.

The tone is no different from usual, but the words reveal concern.

Qingyan took a small bite with a snort, and sure enough, the taste was not too bad.

Don't forget to kick the wind when tasting it and give him a look.

People are kind enough to send fruits, how can they keep them holding them?

Take the plate from the wind and put it on the table.

"Thank you." Qingyan looked at Yi Junzi with a smile.

"It's me who should be thanked." Yi Junzi looked sincere.

"Why?" Qingyan pinched one and gave it to Lan Shen and let him taste it.

Lan Shen took a big bite, and instantly felt so sour that he lost his teeth.

But his good upbringing did not allow him to show any clues.

"In the examination room today, thank you Elder Qingyan."

When Yi Junzi said this, Qingyan subconsciously looked at Congfeng.

From the wind, they look at their nose and nose, and they don't seem to care what they say.

Qingyan pouted, this kid looks normal now, and when the people are gone, they don't know what to do with the moth.

"Ahem, I am Elder Xiaolinshan in the examination room, you are a disciple of communication, speak according to your strength, no need to thank you."

Hearing this, Yi Junzi paused.

Not only outsiders, but even Junzi Yi himself thought that Qingyan was different for him.

Now Yi Junzi understands that there may be differences, but they are not so different.

Sending Yi Junzi away, Qingyan exhaled the flesh in his mouth, glanced at Lan Shen, and secretly pointed at Congfeng.

Lan Shen licked the soft roots of her teeth, and immediately understood what she meant.

Qingyan turned around and returned to the house, pinched a fruit and brought it to Congfeng's side, and asked casually.

"You don't want to taste it?"

He glanced at her from the wind, and then at the bright red peach fruit, and frowned almost invisibly.

He doesn't like sour.

You don't even need to taste it, just the faint sour smell in the air is enough to dissuade you.

"What? Want me to feed you? Qingyan raised an eyebrow and pressed his shoulder.

Today she made up her mind that he would have to eat one regardless of whether she was voluntarily forced.

It didn't make sense that he and Lan Shen were so sour that his teeth were soft, but he stayed out of it.

Her words were seductive, making Congfeng hesitate for two seconds.

"No ......"

Before he could finish his refusal, he was gagged by the fruit.

That sour!

The sour taste on the tip of the tongue was instantly overflowing, and the senses impacted reason, and the whole person was not good from the wind.

Even at this time, he didn't forget to hold her waist, worried that she would fall.

Qingyan had never seen him ascend to heaven like this, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Congfeng frowned and helped her to sit down.

Leaving her lying on the table laughing, she left in despair.

Lan Shen was both sympathetic and amused, and stood next to him and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing enough, Qingyan noticed the words written before leaving from the wind.

"Biluo Huangquan, don't ask the way forward. No matter how much you hold the executioner, you will be on the way home. ”

Qingyan repeated it twice, and sighed lightly, "Sanxian is really an infatuated species. ”

"Hmm." Lan Shen responded, feeling nothing special.

There are so many things to pursue in the world, and there are so many realms of cultivation, so why cling to a woman.

At this time, he is too young, and when he meets the person he is tied to, he may not be as infatuated as a scattered immortal, but this is all for later.

After reading it twice, seeing that the jade cauldron did not respond, Qingyan felt strange.

Since the wind is not like the cold, everything has a deep meaning, and she thought that these two sentences were the answers to her doubts.

When she asked again the next day, she got a sentence.

Important words to say three times.

"Are you sure you didn't travel through time?" She was extremely skeptical.

"Crossing? Is it the same as going through a wall? ”

Congfeng asked seriously, and Qingyan lowered his face, "When I didn't say anything." ”

After saying it three times, the small jade kettle instantly became larger.

The round-bottomed bundle mouth occupies almost the entire small hall.

Qingyan was so close that he was caught off guard and pressed into the gap on the side.

From underneath the wind cushion, shielded her.