Xuan Qiong inspected the Cold Pole Peak, and stopped when he passed by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He stood in the hallway for a moment, with no one around, before stepping into the pavilion.

The lights and candles in the scripture pavilion are brilliant.

Xuanqiong walked forward along the rows of bookshelves, and saw the little girl sitting at the end with her back to the door, looking serious, and the pen was still in her hand, but in fact, she had already fallen asleep.

"Ahem."

Xuanqiong stood behind her and coughed unhurriedly.

Shi Qing: "......"

Whatever dog is noisy with her, she's about to fall asleep!

Shi Qing opened her eyes, glanced back with a slight look in her eyes, and saw that it was Xuan Qiong, she didn't react much, turned around, maintained the posture of supporting her chin, and threw the pen in her hand aside.

Xuanqiong: "......" Why is she so fierce!

Xuan Qiong suspected that she wanted to stab him!

Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!

Xuanqiong approached and asked lightly: "Finished copying?" ”

Shi Qing was not weak at all, slapped the rice paper on the table, and responded coldly: "Hmm." ”

How obedient is it?

Xuanqiong was slightly surprised, lowered her eyes, and asked her to copy the heart mantra well, she copied it for him. Just those three words, I copied him ten times.

She's there!

Xuan Qiong sighed, "You ......"

Shi Qing looked at him: "Where are you dissatisfied?" ”

Obviously I came according to your request!

Which word did she hear wrong?

"The words are too ugly."

Xuanqiong's thin lips moved lightly: "Who taught you?" ”

Shi Qing: "......"

He verbally attacked me!

Shi Qing looked at him and said confidently: "You teach?" ”

“……”

Do you want him to teach this?

He's not her father!

It's hard to be a teacher.

Xuanqiong stood behind Shi Qing, picked up the brush that she threw away, leaned over to hold Shi Qing's hand, and wrote the incantation silently.

The candlelight on the stage outlined his side face, lining Xuan Qiong's face that was not close to anyone, adding a little softness and warmth, as well as the reality of the world.

I can smell the cold fragrance on his body, and it stirs my heart.

Shi Qing held a small face that was not messy, and said lightly: "Master, you are like this, the disciple suspects that you want to form a Taoist couple with me." ”

Xuanqiong: "......?" ”

What is the wicked sue first!

That's it!

She's so bad!

The little girl's eyes in her arms are soft, her pink lips are moist and full, and her dark eyes are jumping against the candlelight, shining and vivid.

Xuan Qiong instead looked away from her face, her thick lacquered eyelashes drooped, her face was slightly hot, she quickly let go of her hand, stepped back, and left in a slight hurry, throwing down a sentence: "After daily morning practice in the future, come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to practice calligraphy." ”

"Until you get done."

Shi Qing: "......"

He's her again!

Teasing him, is he doing this to her?

Isn't there something wrong with him?

Gotta be cured!

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A few days later, Xuanqiong took his accompanying disciples down the mountain to practice.

Luo Qingwu originally planned to take care of Shi Qing more, but he didn't expect that Shi Qing would already be able to fly with his own sword, and he didn't need Luo Qingwu to take her sword for a while.

Progress has been rapid.

There's nothing that the big guy can't do!

This time, the destination was the town of Fudge.

Although they can fly with swords, they still have a long way to go, and they stop at a restaurant inn in the suburbs on the way.

Since the last time she said goodbye to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Xuan Qiong seemed to be deliberately avoiding Shi Qing, and in short, when she saw her, she took a detour.

Shi Qing didn't let him get his way.

As soon as he entered the inn, when Xuanqiong sat down, Shi Qing sat down directly opposite him.

Xuanqiong didn't reprimand her, just pretended not to see.

She wants to harm him again!

The shopkeeper stepped forward to pour tea and said enthusiastically: "A few cyclamen, where are you going?" ”