"Since you can't get in, let's go back." Qingyan said that he didn't care.

But his eyes glanced at the tall building from time to time.

It wasn't until he walked far away and couldn't see clearly that Qingyan glanced at Congfeng.

The people of Qikuolou, Chengyang Palace, and the Qin Painting Academy were all investigating him, and there must be secrets about his background in the library pavilion, but he couldn't enter it when he was close at hand, but he didn't care at all.

As soon as this kid heard that the Hidden Cloud Hall was going to die or live, why was he so quiet today.

Is the wound still painful?

From the wind, she saw that she was not walking carelessly, stepped on a puddle of water, splashed her boots but didn't know it, and couldn't help frowning.

Qingyan Yuguang saw that he was frowning again, and quickened his pace: "Hurry up and go back to take medicine." ”

From the wind to the thought of being choked by her bucktooth powder at noon, her brows furrowed even tighter.

Qingyan only felt uncomfortable in his heart, and pulled him back to the courtyard where he settled quickly.

Along the way, I didn't meet any acquaintances.

Qingyan vaguely felt that someone was secretly watching their every move.

Are they targeting her or from the wind?

Qingyan looked coldly at a large tree behind him, and only saw a small black shadow flashing.

Who will it be?

Being able to appear here, Qingyan feels that it has nothing to do with the academy.

Qi Kuolou promised to go south alone, but she was not worried.

It is Wei Lai and Chengyang Palace.

What do you want to do?

*

The piano painted Qingfeng Garden, and Lan Shen was silent.

Sixing lowered her head, carrying the things that Du Nanxing handed her to her, and she didn't dare to breathe.

When Qingyan came back, she saw her carrying a heavy box, her arms shaking, and she looked like she was about to break off.

"What's it for?"

When the green smoke appeared, there was a hint of a smile on Lan Shen's face.

No one thought about taking a hand, so Sixing struggled to put the food box on the table, opened the lid and took out the things one by one.

Three-tiered food box with a variety of preserves and nuts.

Sixing stood next to Qingyan, wanting to serve her to eat.

Qingyan subconsciously looked at Congfeng.

With a look from the wind, he directly forced Si Xing out of the door, trembling and not daring to come in again.

Qingyan sneered, "Look at your fierce spirit, you want to scare people to death." ”

Congfeng sat next to her, rummaging through the food box in disgust.

Qingyan knew that he refused to let him eat, so he asked Lan Shen instead, "How is it?"

"Brown soil, brown soil, black soil, sandy soil, I look everywhere, and I don't like it very much."

Lan Shen took out a small longbao-sized purple sand teacup from his arms.

The seven stars in the teacup were slumped, looking like they were dying.

Hearing the gentle voice calling it a little baby, Xiao Shot Mang was even more angry, and shrank directly into the cup.

It knows that humans are big liars.

Full of sweet words, little baby dear, what do you want to take it to see the mountains and rivers, the stars and the sea.

It's all nonsense.

It was better to leave it with Lao Zucong at the beginning, at least not to be displaced like now.

Xiao Shemang thought of his involuntary life experience, and suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.

Angry at it!

Who would have thought that it, a primary-hearted pill that had gathered the aura of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years, would be so useless.

Qingyan saw the seven stars shooting the tender stems curled up, surrounded by two green shoots, as if hugging his head and crying, and suddenly felt distressed and funny.

"Don't you like the dirt you found? So where should I plant you? Qingyan smiled and lit some green shoots.

The little shot crooked, avoiding her closeness.

The dirt is either hard or rotten.

Some are smelly and stuffy, and some are sour and unpleasant.

Don't wait!

Qingyan thought for a while: "Do you like soilless cultivation and soak in water directly?"

Soaking in the water?

Xiao Shimang shook the green shoots in surprise.

If you can't breathe in the water, it'll drown!

It's better to drown than cut it all at once.

Qingyan didn't expect that Qixing Shooter didn't like water, no wonder she had never watered it and never seen it wilt.

"I don't have the right soil, so I have to wronged you to live in a teacup first."

This high-grade purple sand teacup was borrowed by her asking Mi'er.

Qingyan placed the teacup on the windowsill so that it could catch the sun.

She just supported her chin with both hands and watched the seven stars shoot.

After a while, she put the cup on the treetops again, returned to her place, sat down and continued to watch.

After a while, the cup was moved to the side of the small loose mound of dirt that was high for steamed buns.

A look at the small shot probe.

What's that, earthworm?

It's going to pass out.

Judging from the wind, she went to change the place for Qixing Shemang every once in a while, silently turned over the lid of the cup as a saucer, and began to peel melon seeds.

Qingyan heard the clicking sound, and picked up the melon seeds on the lid of the cup and threw them into his mouth, his eyes still staring at the seven stars.

She didn't like the wind, and her attention was on a bud: "Do you want to sleep?"

Qingyan was stunned, "No." ”

Congfeng still insisted: "You want to sleep."

Qingyan: "......"

Is this kid trying to brainwash himself?

Qingyan raised her eyebrows, ignored him, and turned her head to look at Lan Shen: "Luo Han hasn't come back yet?"

Lan Shen somehow suddenly smiled: "He hasn't gone out yet."

Qingyan was dumbfounded, a little unconvinced.

But she was reluctant to doubt Lan Shen, so she got up and walked to the next room.

Boom.

The door panel is kicked open.

The people sitting on the ground drawing circles were taken aback.

He jerked his head up, revealing a pair of melancholy eyes.

"Master?"

Qingyan couldn't help frowning when he saw that his eyes were red and his short hair was unkempt.

"Master, what should I do?" Li Luohan scratched his head irritably.

Qingyan understood why his hair was messed up like this.

"What to do?"

Li Luohan jumped up to hug Qingyan, but was hung by the collar from the wind.

His throat was stuck, and he swallowed uncomfortably.

For a while, sadness came from it, and he was even more aggrieved, looking at Congfeng with tears in his eyes.

"We're not good brothers anymore."

He said it decisively, but he didn't expect it to work immediately.

Letting go of his hand from the wind, he gained freedom.

It seems that Congfeng still attaches great importance to the brotherhood between the two.

Although he was hard-mouthed, he didn't say anything.

Li Luohan was particularly moved, as if his life had brightened again, wiped his face, and regained his strength.

As everyone knows, Congfeng will let him go because of Qingyan's instructions.

Qingyan saw that he was gray-faced, looked down and touched it, but didn't find the handkerchief, so he asked Congfeng for his square sweat towel.

He never slacks off exercising on weekdays, and for convenience, he will tie a square sweat towel on his wrist.

Lend him a white sweat towel, and when he comes back, it becomes a black sweat towel.

Congfeng disgustedly threw the cloth head that Li Luohan stuffed back to the door.

The person standing at the door looked at the handkerchief that had been lost like this, and looked sorry.

Without waiting for Qingyan to ask, Li Luohan poured out his troubles.

"I went to look for her at noon, but I didn't see anyone, and the disciple of Qin Painting only said that it was inconvenient, and he didn't say why it was inconvenient, Master, do you think she deliberately avoided me?"

"Did I save her, and she was worried that I would repay her, so she avoided it?"

Before Qingyan could answer, he said again.

"She seems to hate me." Li Luohan is not stupid.

I felt it when I was in Lao Zucong.

At first, he thought he was mistaken, after all, he was so loved by everyone, how could anyone hate him for no reason.

But the facts are in front of you.

Qingyan rubbed his lush short hair, "Maybe you need a better-looking hairstyle." ”

"Huh?" Li Luohan couldn't keep up with the master's rhythm for a while.

"Master is saying that my hair is too ugly, so she refuses to see me?"

Li Luohan said and rushed to the bronze mirror.

It's a little ugly.

Qingyan wanted to say something more, but Li Luohan rushed out.

After a while, he rushed back again.

Pulling from the wind, the dead skin asked him to ask for silver taels.

Congfeng wanted to give him a silver ingot, but he snatched the entire money bag.