From the "Six Dreams of Floating Life", it was already three quarters of the hour, and it was not much worse than the time stipulated by Mosang.

Qinghuan hurriedly medicated the wound, sorted it out, and rushed to "smile in the sea".

Seeing Qing Huan suddenly appear in front of him, Mo Sang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was going to teach her homework.

Qing Huan, as usual, smiled heartlessly: "Uncle Xiao is fine." ”

Mo Sang's heart skipped a beat, thinking about it like this, in "Mirror Flowers and Water Moon", Qing Huan had never called him like this.

Qing Huan saw that Mo Sang didn't react, thinking that he didn't want to deal with her, so he sat down by himself.

Mo Sang came out of the "Six Dreams of Floating Life", and he has been staying in the "Xishu Pavilion", writing something on the paper over and over again, forgetting that Qinghuan is coming, quietly putting down the green jade pen, and then folding up a pile of papers on the table and putting it in the corner.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Qinghuan who was laying paper with one hand, grinding ink, and dipping the pen, and one didn't hold back and asked, "Hand...... Is it better?"

Qing Huan put his left hand behind his back, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Uncle Xie cares, and he has just taken medicine." ”

After laying out the paper, he took the book "Yi Chuan" from the bookshelf, and said cautiously: "Little ...... Uncle Shi, I really don't know much about this book, I don't know very well. ”

Mo Sang looked at the cover page of the book, and then remembered that this was the homework he assigned before the evening class.

Ten days passed like that in "Six Dreams of Floating Life", in fact, it only took a few hours.

Mo Sang sighed lightly, and said in his heart: If I knew this, I should have taken her out as soon as possible to save myself......

But this statement is somewhat insincere.

Qing Huan blinked strangely, and said, "I...... I'd better admit the punishment. After speaking, he spread out the book of "Yi Chuan", hung his elbow, and began to copy the book one by one.

After all, it was Mo Sang's own words, and it was not easy to take them back, so he let her go.

Spread out a book and write with a pen.

Time passed quietly, and seemed to stop at this moment, in the "dust-free" courtyard, the two sat opposite each other, only listening to the sound of the tip of the pen touching the paper, and couldn't help but make people want to sigh, the years are quiet.

I don't know how long it took, Qing Huan really couldn't sit still, and felt that he was not very comfortable all over, especially the palm of his left hand, which was hot and painful.

Mo Sang sensed her discomfort and urged her spiritual power to restore the wound on Qing Huan's hand, which was not a big deal, but she didn't expect that the spiritual power penetrated into the wound, but it didn't get better.

Qing Huan was not surprised, and explained: "I have a special physique, and it has always been difficult to use spiritual power to promote the recovery of wounds, and I have already taken hemostatic medicine, and the ointment is particularly useful, and I think it will heal in less than three days." ”

Mo Sang frowned, turned his fingers, and offered out the "power of innate power", this spiritual power is different from ordinary spiritual power, what is presented is a red light, which is not possessed by ordinary people.

Miraculously, the scars on Qing Huan's hands gradually disappeared, and after a while, they were as good as ever.

Qing Huan's eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "Wow, Uncle Xiao, you are too powerful, even Xingjun can't take my physique, you can!"

Mo Sang's face was broken, the corners of his mouth were hooked, although he didn't show it on his face, but he was also very proud in his heart.

Realizing this, he shook his head secretly, on weekdays, he has always been pampered and not surprised, and there is no great sorrow and joy, how can he be ...... because of a compliment.

Mo Sang coughed lightly and said, "Since you know that your physique is special, be careful not to hurt yourself." ”

This sound a little familiar, Qing Huan said without hesitation: "With you ......" any injury can be healed, the second half of the sentence was swallowed back by her, this is a bit unreasonable, others have no obligation to pay unconditionally.

Mo Sang naturally understood the meaning of the strings, and his heart was already happy, and he asked, "What?"

Qing Huan shook his head into a rattle: "Nothing, nothing." After speaking, he buried his head and continued to copy the book.

The corners of Mo Sang's mouth couldn't stop rising, and the word "quiet" on the side of "Xi Shuge" was completely ignored by him, and a pool of ancient water was filled with a little ripple.

Time flies, the years are traceless, and the two people in the "dust-free" courtyard have passed five hundred years without incident.

Qing Huan looked at Mo Sang and was reading the book "Shangyangzi Taixu Record" again, or the old book that she had dripped ink, and asked with her chin: "Uncle Xiao, didn't I copy a new one for you?" It took her seven days without sleep.

Mo Sang turned the page and said lightly: "Your words are too ugly, which affects the appearance." ”

Qing Huan squeezed his nose, sat back angrily, and said in his heart: If I knew that I would not be treated, I would not be affected by that hardship!

She, the little uncle, looks indifferent and free on the surface, but in fact, she is also a black-bellied and poisonous person, what kind of life is she.

Xu was aware of her anger, Mo Sang put down the book, walked to the courtyard, and said to Qinghuan: "Come here." ”

Qing Huan reluctantly got up: "What's the matter? I haven't finished copying the Nanhua Sutra yet." ”

Mo Sang looked at her and said, "Will Tengyun?"

Qing Huan crossed his waist: "Tengyun is such a little trick, how could I not." "Who to underestimate!

Mo Sang smiled meaningfully: "What else will it be besides Tengyun?" ”

Qing Huan didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and he listed all the techniques he knew: "Sound transmission technique, change technique......"

Mo Sang remembered it in his heart, nodded and said: "The foundation of cultivation lies in the realization of the Great Dao, over the years, I have learned a lot, I have learned a lot, it's time to practice magic." ”

Qing Huan nodded, as good as a stream.

Mo Sang flipped his hand and showed a notebook, and said: "This records all the low-level spells and middle-level spells, you spread it out, and then cast spells on it, if you learn it and pass its assessment, you will cross out the name of the corresponding spell on this book, and when you clear all the low-level spells, the magic heart of the mid-level spell will appear." ”

Qing Huan took the book, looked at it carefully, and felt that this thing was very magical, and whether it was the book cover design or the font color, it was particularly in line with her aesthetics.

Mo Sang chuckled and said in his heart: It's good to like it. But he was very strict: "When practicing magic, you must not slack off, you must not be reckless, if you don't understand something, you should ask in time." ”

Qing Huan nodded desperately, now she is not what she used to be, she is no longer the Qing Huan who lies on the branch and laughs at Sikong for not knowing fun, and now she is also quite diligent and diligent in her schoolwork.

Time flies, the white horse flies, and in this way, another five hundred years have passed.

On that day, Qing Huan was still practicing the "teleportation technique" in the "dust-free" courtyard, and he didn't see any growth for half a day, and there was constant smoke under his feet, and he didn't know where he thought he had gone out of the water.

The more anxious the practice of the technique, the more difficult it is, and Mo Sang has to be free on this day, so he stares at her to practice.

Qing Huan's anxious head was covered with sweat, but no matter how she tried to attract the spiritual thoughts, she couldn't teleport, even if it was very close.