Take the ghost bamboo in her hand from the wind, stick it in the ground, and put the night pearl on it.

"The person who paints the qin knows the situation in the old ancestor better than anyone else, and he must be prepared, so why should the master worry."

Congfeng said it as a matter of course, as if he blamed her for being nosy, and it made Qingyan's hands itch.

Yi Junzi was noncommittal, they did know it for a long time.

"There are only two people in Sanliu, this should be enough, right?" From the wind handed a thick red cloak to Starfire.

Two big men with a cloak, is this to make them hug each other to keep warm?

And it's a gorgeous red, clearly for someone.

Can you be more sincere next time you do something like this?

Starfire raised an eyebrow, "Thanks, we brought warm clothes." ”

After all, he was Sanliu's most powerful disciple, and he couldn't be unprepared.

From the wind shrugged, he didn't intend to give them the cloak, but after a formality, he turned around and draped the cloak on Qingyan's body.

Carefully tied the ties, straightened the white fluff on the collar, and finally smiled quite satisfied.

Qingyan was speechless.

It was dark, and everyone rested in place.

Cultivators are not afraid of the cold, but the temperature in the realm is extremely low, and they cannot freely mobilize their true qi, so they are almost supported by perseverance.

Li Luohan took out his own big package, put it on three layers inside and three layers outside, and instantly felt complete.

He turned his head to look around with difficulty, and saw that the master sister of the piano painting was still dressed in thin clothes, sitting on a futon, reading quietly in the light of the night pearl.

What is it about the book that is so good?

Li Luohan was very curious, and while everyone was busy, he moved over quietly.

Jiang Bi was injured and lay down on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as she lay down.

Qingyan closed his eyes and lay on the outside, sitting on the edge of the couch from the wind, packing up the medicine box.

"Can't sleep?" Noticing that her eyelids were moving, she whispered from the wind.

Qingyan knew that he had been looking at himself, and he was a little uncomfortable, so he found a handkerchief to cover his face.

From the wind but smiled silently, put the medicine box back into the Huangquan kettle, and looked at the ghost bamboo in the mud pot.

After everything had been checked, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

After entering Lao Zucong, the number of times his heart swelled increased, and he faintly felt that something was about to break through.

There is also the Hidden Cloud Hall in the mouth of Elder Wei Lai, which may be related to his life experience.

The man who sent him to the Martial Immortal Academy only taught him to wait.

But it's going to be three years soon, I don't know when it will be?

Congfeng has never mentioned the past in front of anyone, which does not mean that he is willing to live in such a confused way.

After being quiet for too long, Qingyan lifted the veil and squinted at the person who was in a daze.

What kind of depression does this kid have at such a young age?

She looked at it for a while, but he didn't notice.

Qingyan pretended to be asleep, rolled over, and landed on the back of his hand as if unintentionally.

From the wind was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at it with a smile.

Seeing that she didn't move again, Congfeng gently flipped her palm, and her slender five fingers wrapped around her hand, rubbing it lovingly.

His hands were warm, and his palms were sweaty, but he didn't dare to move.

Li Luohan walked suddenly, and lifted his hands covered by the horns from the wind.

"From the wind, you can help me scratch my back, it's too itchy, I can't scratch it."

Seeing that he was dressed like a bear, Congfeng couldn't help frowning, "Squat." ”

Li Luohan squatted down as he said, picked up his ghost bamboo with one hand and poked it at his back.

"Yes, yes, yes, this is it, comfortable, left, hard, hiss, so cool......"

But scratch the itch, and he will say all the shameful words.

From the wind really wanted to kick him away.

Lan Shen was used to it, and he didn't even open his eyelids.

Tan Ximeng sneered when she heard this.

"Senior sister, do you think Li Gongzi is cute?"

Tan Ximeng can be described as a violent Lori in the piano painting, her eyes are above the top, and anyone who can't beat her can't get into her eyes.

In addition, she has a powerful brother, even if there are many disciples in the academy who are greedy for her appearance and figure, they dare not approach easily.

The man who can be favored by her should not be too bad.

The senior sister saw her face rippling with spring, so she looked up and glanced at Li Luohan more, "What kind of cute method?" ”

She couldn't see it anyway.

"It's cute-looking, cute-talking, and cute-tempered......"

Talk about Ximeng one by one.

The elder sister concluded that she had fallen into evil.

It's obviously stupid to look stupid, talk stupidly, and have a stupid temper.

Scratched a few times from the wind, and a rod sent the person away.

The hand under the corner has never been taken out.

Qingyan fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was still dark.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

She didn't notice, and she didn't let go of the wind, "Four hours." ”

"Oh." Qingyan was absent-minded, and he wanted to pull out his hand but was worried that he was too deliberate, but he couldn't keep pretending to be stupid like this.

"If you don't let me go, I want to go down."

She said so, and the wind could only get up and leave.

Qingyan got off the bed, stood in front of him casually and stretched, and didn't sleep again.

The Cangling Realm was full of dangers, and it was even more imperceptible in the darkness, so they could only wait.

The night was too long, Qingyan wanted to find someone to chat, but Li Luohan, who talked a lot on weekdays, slept like a pig.

Thinking of the appearance of Congfeng in a daze, she rummaged through the package she had been carrying, and finally found the manuscript of "My Aunt's Notes" and read it carefully.

She remembered that Wen Lianrui was mentioned in her notes, and the mood described was kind and gentle, and she must have known someone she knew.

No, it's a familiar immortal.

Seeing a sentence in the book, a thought suddenly flashed through Qingyan's mind.

"From the wind?"

"Huh?"

"Is your father and mother human?"

Is it human?

What is the problem?

There is no love from the wind.

Shouldn't his father and mother be human?

Or does she feel like she doesn't feel like a human?

"I don't remember." From the wind good-natured answer.

If it weren't for this flowery and moon-looking face, replaced by Li Luohan, he would have done it a long time ago.

Seeing him look like this, Qingyan realized that he hadn't asked clearly, which made him misunderstand.

"I just saw that you are talented and intelligent, and you are not a thing in the pool, so I thought that if you can give birth to such an excellent son as you, you must not be mortal."

Qingyan praised with a smile.

"Is this a slap in the face for a sweet date?" Raise eyebrows from the wind.

Qingyan nodded, "Then do you want to eat?" ”

From the wind thought for a moment, "Reluctantly." ”

"I'm proud of you." Qingyan handed him the note, "Does this look like you?" ”

"My beloved nephew is talented, his bones are amazing, and he is a fairy at a young age."

After reading it from the wind, he turned his head to look at her, "Like?" ”

has already ascended to immortality, how can he be like him.

Qingyan pointed with his hand, "Look at the following sentence again." ”

"Everything is good, but it's a pity that you're blind, and you're a mortal if you are infatuated." What does this have to do with him, "What exactly does Master want to express?" ”

"Do you think you're a cross between immortals?"

Seeing that he was silent, Qingyan thought that he was angry again, and hurriedly explained.

"I'm not scolding, I think you may be the crystallization of love between an immortal and a mortal."

"How so?" Hearing that there might be clues to his background, Congfeng quickly flipped through the notes from beginning to end.

"There is no record in the handbook about Xian Fan getting married and having children."

Qingyan smiled, "It's a woman's intuition." ”

"Huh?" I didn't understand from the wind.

"It's just that I have this feeling when I read the notes, and there is no basis for it."

If the wind is silent, he should not have any hope.

Qingyan slyly shrunk his neck, looked left and right, and suddenly leaned into Congfeng's ear and lowered his voice.

"She knows Wen Lianrui so well, and you, um, you know, don't you believe that there is no connection?"