Lian Wuxin was cleaning his face by the stream, listening carefully to the singing, hearing the names of himself and Qingxi, and also hearing a few familiar names, he couldn't help but be polite, if he wanted to come to the end, he still had to be an opponent, even if it was himself and Qingxi, I was afraid that he would have to compare with the previous one.

Thinking that the person who sang this hymn must be a top master, the voice could come from the martial arts garden several miles away, and it was extremely clear, as if it was a word in the ear.

This person's cultivation is probably close to the seventh order.

The gap between the sixth order and the seventh order is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface, as if it is one step away, but it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, how many amazing and brilliant people, who have worked hard all their lives, have not been able to cross this gap, what they lack is not talent, but chance, and they can meet an unavoidable opportunity.

She got up slowly and looked at the ancient tree not far from the stream, the golden-topped jade ring tent under the ancient tree had disappeared, and only a handsome boy in an ink shirt stood in the wind.

He was looking at her, a smile on his lips.

Unconsciously, her face began to heat up again, and her heartbeat was out of her control, like a little rabbit slamming into her chest.

What the hell happened to her? It's not the first time she's met Qingxi, so why didn't she have this weird feeling before?

Biting her lip, she still walked towards Qingxi, but avoided his inky jade eyes, pretending to look at the scenery elsewhere.

Looking at her like this, Qingxi couldn't help but joke: "The saliva stains on the corners of the master's mouth haven't been washed yet." As he spoke, his eyes swept to his arm.

Lian Wuxin's face became more and more feverish, and he hurriedly took the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Qingxi leaned back with a smile, his little master was really interesting.

Lian Wuxin saw him smile so imagelessly, only then did he realize that she was actually tricked by this kid, and immediately reached out to grab him, today he had to restrain him, teach him a good lesson, and let him know how to respect the teacher.

Lian Wuxin's hand was very fast, but Qingxi was faster, and he almost didn't see him move, and his body was already half a foot away from Lian Wuxin.

Lian Wuxin was unwilling to give up, and pounced on him to chase him, Qingxi smiled and dodged.

The master and apprentice chased one after the other, wading through the forest, and everywhere was filled with Qingxi's laughter, and Lian was unwilling to shout.

She couldn't catch up with Qingxi no matter what, but she was unwilling to be played twice by him in a row.

Suddenly, Qingxi, who had been running ahead, stopped, turned to look at her, Lian had no intention of chasing after her, and he didn't stand still for a while, so he crashed into his arms.

Almost subconsciously, Qingxi stretched out her hand to wrap around Lian Wuxin, for fear that she would hit too hard and be bounced away.

A faint fragrance penetrated into her nose, a light fragrance that would make her fairy spirits worship.

She took a deep inhaled of the light fragrance greedily, and finally understood why she was awake by Qingxi's side every morning, it was this smell that hooked her.

With his head buried in his thick and warm arms, I could clearly hear his sudden heartbeat and a special male smell.

She didn't know what it was like, she just felt panicked, and she didn't know what to do.

He hugged her tightly, even if she had stood firm, he still didn't want to let go of her, he liked to hold her like this, just this time, he was addicted, he felt that he would definitely not be able to quit.

The master and apprentice maintained this extremely ambiguous posture, no one spoke, only listened to their chaotic heartbeats, and didn't know what to say.