"Let's go. ”

With a strange sound, Song Liuguang raised his head and searched everywhere but didn't find it.

"Let's go. ”

Again.

"Hurry up". "Hurry up". "Hurry up". "Hurry up".

Suddenly, the entire mountain road sounded urging, surrounding Song Liuguang.

Song Liuguang turned in circles, only to see more than a dozen little finches standing on the big tree on the side of the mountain road, with gray fur and red beaks and small paws, one by one with their mouths open to Song Liuguang and urged: "Hurry up", "Hurry up." ”

Song Liuguang smashed the dog's tail grass frog with one leg left in his hand into the tree, startling a group of birds, and the cry of "hurry up" suddenly became more intensive, and then the flying birds and birds landed on another branch.

As if a punch had been hit on the cotton, Song Liuguang was deflated, and at this time, there seemed to be more birds, shouting at her in a big way: "Hurry up, go away!"

"Ling Yanluo!" Song Liuguang screamed angrily and ran towards the mountain.

Half an hour later, Song Liuguang panted and held on to the gate of Lingyun Pavilion, and viciously stepped into the threshold as high as her thigh.

There is a huge hall in the Lingyun Pavilion on the first floor, I don't know what the mystery is, every day the furnishings are different, today is the layers of white gauze curtains, the summer wind blows in from the door, through the curtains become cooler.

Song Liuguang raised layer after layer of curtains, the touch of her hand was wrong, and she saw that the yarn was still embroidered with character landscapes, she raised her face and saw the top of the ten-zhang high wooden beam, and couldn't help but sigh that the immortals were really idle and rich.

Walking to the center of the curtain, there was a low table, placed on a large bamboo mat, Song Liuguang sat down, picked up the sour plum soup on the low table and took a big sip, and then lay down on the mat with a tilted body.

The wind passed through the curtains, gently blowing on her face, and the bamboo mat under her was constantly exuding cool air, Song Liuguang ran all the way, and couldn't help but want to take a nap.

Another cool breeze penetrated the curtain, and a bony hand lifted a curtain as thin as a cicada's wing, and the white and dustless boots stepped on the textured marble floor, and walked towards the middle of the curtain.

Song Liuguang turned over, lying on the bamboo mat in a large shape, muttering something in his mouth.

The boots stepped on the edge of the bamboo mat and stopped.

Song Liuguang felt in a daze that he was lifted up by an even force.

It wasn't until she wanted to turn over again that her hand slapped down and fell, Song Liuguang felt that something was wrong, she opened her eyes and found herself floating in the air, and a fluttering figure in white in front of her walked in front without looking back.

"Ahh

Ling Yanluo raised her feet and stepped up the stairs, "You can sleep a little longer, we are on the fourth floor now." ”

That's a.

Song Liuguang opened his teeth and claws in the air: "I don't want to read anymore!"

"That's not going to work. ”

"I'm going to compete again in ten days, won't you teach me martial arts?"

"Don't teach. ”

Song Liuguang snorted: "You just don't want me to win." ”

Ling Yanluo said calmly: "Didn't you learn martial arts before and didn't you lose?"

"What is that, it's just running around, it's nothing at all, you can't even hit the fire. ”

Song Liuguang said as a matter of course, she has no cultivation at all, she can't even ignite a fire spirit talisman, what kind of ability is it to slash with a heavy iron sword.

A spell floated in front of Song Liuguang.

Song Liuguang, who was also floating in the air, looked curiously at this spell with red characters on a yellow background, which seemed to be far from the spell with gold characters on a black background that Ying Tongjun held.

Song Liuguang looked at this rough yellow paper, and suddenly slapped his head, isn't this the charm that Ling Yanluo wrote on that small broken stall when he was pretending to be a charlatan?

She reached out and pinched the charm, and a foot of flame rose in her hand, and Song Liuguang threw the charm out with a snort.

"Look, isn't this fire very strong?"

Song Liuguang touched his eyebrows in horror and touched to see if they had been burned, "Are you sick?"

"I'm Master, you can't say that about me. ”

Finally reached the sixth layer, Song Liuguang slowly floated down from the air, his feet on the ground, looking at the familiar birds flying around in the screen, and spontaneously felt a deep sense of disgust.

Ling Yan turned his clothes around, and he smiled at Song Liuguang and said, "Then our class for today will begin." ”

"Qi returned to Han Hui and said that he was grateful to Wu Ding.

Junyi Mibei, Toshi Shining.

Jin Chu is more domineering, and Zhao Wei is sleepy.

Destroy the false way, and practice the soil alliance. ”

Ling Yanluo was dressed in white and stood in front of a white brocade screen, as soon as he raised his fingers, the ink in an inkstone on the desk beside him flowed into the air like a thin stream, floating to his side, and composing these words against the backdrop of white brocade.

Ling Yanluo read out word by word, and when she spoke of one sentence, the rest of the sentences would turn into ink again, forming a picture in the air.

Or two villains moving around each other, or thousands of troops colliding with each other, some like shadow puppets in some places in the north, but much more magical than that.

After Ling Yanluo finished speaking, when she raised her eyes, she found that Song Liuguang was picking her fingers.

Song Liuguang played with his fingers very seriously, playing for a while and gnawing his nails for a while, and continued to pick his hands after gnawing his nails.

When picking her fingers, a black villain crawled onto her hand, this villain only has an ink ball as a head, four strokes as hands and feet, she punched on Song Liuguang's hand, a board and a look are extremely serious, Song Liuguang is looking at it with interest, but it doesn't fight, and its hands and feet shrink inward and then unfold it becomes a dignified "Jin" word.

The little ink man who became the word "Jin" had no hands and feet, and climbed up along Song Liuguang's arm crookedly, and finally climbed onto Song Liuguang's cheek, and snapped on her face.

"Ah," Song Liuguang called out and began to wipe his face vigorously with his hands.

"From now on, if you listen to one less word, it will cover your face, and you will not be able to rub it off for twenty hours. Ling Yanluo stood in front of Song Liuguang with her hands behind her back.

"Twenty hours?" Song Liuguang shouted.

She lay down, "I just can't learn it, this knowledge doesn't go into my brain!"

Song Liuguang lay on the ground and rolled around: "If you can't learn, you can't learn, you can't learn." ”

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that ten words were flying towards her, and she quickly covered her face with her hands: "What kind of master are you!"

Song Liuguang's face was tightly buried in her clothes, and after a long time, she looked at a gap and found that the ink was gone, and then took her hand away.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Ling Yanluo was sitting cross-legged in front of her.

He wore a white dress today, a wide-sleeved cape, and his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, with that shocking face, which was actually inseparable from the immortal appearance in Song Liuguang's heart.

Song Liuguang sat up with some weakness and looked at the ground at his feet.

Ling Yanluo looked over, just in time to see the word "Jin" on Song Liuguang's face, he moved his fingers, and the word "Jin" climbed up from Song Liuguang's face, turned into a villain and jumped down, walking around on the ground between the master and apprentice.

"Isn't this fun today?"