【Gu Qinghuan】

[Bond: Respect each other like guests]

【Wood Spirit Root: Lower Grade (42/1000)】

【Water Spirit Root: Lower Grade (30/1000)】

【Fire Spirit Root: Lower Grade (30/1000)】

Zhao Qing no longer glanced at the panel in front of him, but instead looked at the woman sitting opposite him.

Gu Qinghuan's slender fingers were slender, and he lowered his head to eat with bamboo chopsticks in small bites.

At this moment, she noticed the gaze in front of her and raised her head slightly: "Master, you taste this." ”

Zhao Qing didn't speak, and looked at him again.

The woman slowly put down the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, and looked at Zhao Qing quietly with beautiful eyes: "Does the master like to see Qinghuan?" ”

There were a lot of men and women eating around, and they vaguely heard the words coming from here......

Their eyes swept over the graceful figure, and even the female cultivators only felt that their hearts were rippling.

There are still some ...... Shame.

Master!

This kind of talk is even in public......

Zhao Qing looked at the gentle face in front of him, and after the red glow faded, Gu Qinghuan's face looked a little pale, and there was more poignant.

He nodded slightly. "It's pretty."

Gu Qinghuan scratched a few strands of green silk behind his ears, and his face was gently raised sideways, completely showing the side face to the person in front of him.

said: "Qinghuan has eaten." ”

Zhao Qing: ......

He continued to eat, and the woman in front of him quietly served him vegetables.

"Master, Qing Huan used to come to the stove to receive porridge, and it was the first time to stay for dinner."

"Master, these green sunflowers are delicious."

"The host ......"

Zhao Qing noticed the gaze of the innate handymen around him, and silently lowered his head.

Even he felt a little uncomfortable.

The sound of 'master' is crispy to the bone, and the secret words in the room can't be taken out all the time, right?

But these words, put in front of Gu Qinghuan here, are plain and bland.

As if it were taken for granted, it was like shouting 'senior brother'.

He couldn't help but think of Gu Qinghuan's opinion in the Dan room.

This woman is really a bit of a maverick......

【Gu Qinghuan】

[Bond: Respect each other like guests]

His gaze once again scanned the so-called fetters in front of him.

Respect each other like guests.

Her delicate figure and flushed cheeks came to mind......

Zhao Qing slowly clenched the bamboo chopsticks, as if he had just grasped his small jade feet.

The gesture of letting himself do it......

It's so respectful!

After he was full, he said to Gu Qinghuan, "Do you want to go home and sit with me?" ”

A smile bloomed in the woman's eyes, but she shook her head slightly: "Qing Huan is self-aware, the experience written by the master has not yet been understood, and the Qi Gathering Pill has not been refined, so let's refine the Dan in the Dan room first." ”

Zhao Qing nodded slowly: "The last courtyard of the T-shaped courtyard in Zaofang, you can come over at any time." ”

A moment later.

Gu Qinghuan got up slowly, took a step, and left the stove.

Stepping into the snowstorm, its plain white skirt sleeves fluttered in the wind, as if it would ride the wind away in the next moment.

It wasn't until this moment that some of the curious little innates, suddenly realized.

That senior sister is a Dan Master!

The Qi Gathering Pill she received may have been refined by her......

When they scanned the search again, they found that the man she called the master had also left the stove.

Only occasionally someone is still whispering.

"It's the senior brother of the T-shaped courtyard."

"Senior Brother Zhao, people are very kind, you newcomers don't know."

"I also went to Senior Brother Zhao's wedding banquet."

"Senior Brother Wang Teng has a good relationship with him, don't gossip in the workshop."

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Zhao has rarely come to the stove to eat recently."

……

At the same time, in the No. 3 courtyard of the first word near the stove.

Wang Teng silently withdrew the divine consciousness that had spread outside.

His eyes wandered for a moment, and after a moment's thought, he pushed open the door of the west wing.

A sweet fragrance wafts through the nose.

His gaze swept over to his sister, who was dressing up in the mirror.

"Jiaojiao."

Wang Jiao turned around slowly and said in a low voice, "Brother." ”

Wang Teng walked to the bronze mirror and looked at the woman in the mirror silently.

After a long time, he continued.

"Jiaojiao, do you really fall in love with Qin Yong?"

The woman in front of the mirror looked slightly stunned, and for some reason her brother brought up the old story again.

The vague figure came to her mind.

Thinking back to the torture he had experienced in the Dan Room, his legs slowly retracted.

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Wang Teng reached out and stroked her hair and sighed slightly.

Then he took the wooden comb and carefully took care of the green silk for it.

"You were clamoring to go to Nanze before, but I didn't let you go."

"Have you thought about it these days, and what are you going to do in the future?"

Wang Jiao's eyes trembled slightly, thinking about the past, and feeling that the wooden chair under her was a little wet: "I still want to go to Nanze." ”

A trip?

Wang Teng shook his head slightly.

"After arriving in Nanze, serve Qin Yong with peace of mind, don't disobey him."

"He's almost laying the foundation, and if you can really follow him down-to-earth, it's not ridiculous."

Wang Jiao looked at her brother who was combing her hair in the mirror, and her eyes slowly widened.

"Brother?"

Wang Teng smiled and raised his hand to gently comb her sideburns.

"When the snow stops, let's go."

"This is three hundred spirit stones, you are not allowed to rely too much on Qin Yong, and you can also find some livelihood yourself."

"You can control the things in the house, but you can't behave like that...... Forget oneself. ”

Wang Teng put down the wooden comb in his hand, took off the storage ring in his hand, pulled up his sister's fingers and put it on.

He turned and walked to the door of the wing, hesitated for a moment, and then walked out of the room.

Only one sentence remained: "Go home early before the New Year." ”

Wang Jiao suddenly got up and asked, "Didn't you say that you have to wait for that Zhao ......?"

Wang Teng turned his back and looked at the wind and snow in the courtyard.

said with a wry smile: "I also learned a few days ago that Zhao Qing is not a Dan Master, so there is no need to wait for him." ”

"It was my brother's mistake before, I shouldn't have brought you to the stove, but it delayed you."

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Outside Dantang, the wind and snow are still there.

Gu Qinghuan's steps were light, and his eyes bloomed with a beautiful brilliance.

Approaching the Dan room, she opened the forbidden door and entered.

Then he paused......

He slowly closed the door behind him with his backhand.

She leaned quietly behind the door, only to feel that the scene in front of her was a little blurry.

The water in the tub is cold, and the furnishings in the house are still there.

The candle light on the Dantai is a little shorter, that's all.

Before she knew it, the crystal in the corner of her eyes had become a line of rain.

The stove brought by my sweetheart was placed next to the bed, but the house was still deserted.

The feeling of emptiness in her heart was a thousand times better than before.

Gu Qinghuan breathed slowly, looked down at the bronze mirror, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and revealed a slightly stiff smile.

After three sticks of incense.

The woman slowly put down the ink pen in her hand, and looked at the somewhat blurry papyrus in front of her, full of tears and ink thoughts.

The lotus root arm was raised slightly, and he stretched out his slender hand to hold the straw paper tightly and threw it into the fire......

The next moment, she got up and pushed the door out, the fire behind her mercilessly devouring the feelings written by someone else.

Gu Qinghuan came to the outside of Dantang, where he had been stationed early in the morning, and looked down carefully.

The next moment, two pairs of shallow footprints appeared in her sight, but they were mostly hidden by the flying snow.

Like a child, she gently lifted her jade legs and stepped her footprints deeper.

The jade hand that had just grasped the straw paper, slowly dripping ink and fainting in the snow, embellished this unusual late autumn.