In the five days after the end of the Dan test, Bing's life can be described as very fulfilling, even she didn't realize how busy she was, and only when she finally got free did she suddenly feel very tired and tired, and she just wanted to fall on the bamboo chair in the courtyard in a daze, and didn't want to do anything.

It was only at this time that Lu Bing calmed down and took a good look at the yard where he lived, and slowly thought about many things.

The two peach blossoms outside the courtyard wall bloomed, sticking high into a section of branches and leaves, and all the pink and white petals that fell floated in the pool by the wall, and the bubbles spit out by the fish in the pool gradually drifted, turning a pool of blue water into a peach-colored piece.

Two peach trees are planted outside the courtyard, but there are more pomegranate trees.

They are all red flowers, bright red is better than pink, occupy the land of the whole road, and become the king here, but it is not yet the season of flowers, otherwise it will be able to reflect the water of this pond red.

Who arranged these trees? What a coincidence......

Qi Bing thought about it, under the warmth of the blanket and the blessing of a few days of exhaustion, his eyelids began to fight, and his head kept pointing like a chicken pecking rice, so he simply lay down on the bamboo chair to rest, half-open his eyes, looking at the sky and continuing to think.

Her master really came yesterday, and as soon as he came, he went into the relict house to pound the dregs, and even her apprentice only met him in a hurry.

Zihe and Liaoyuan are also beside them, their old acquaintances must have a lot to say, and they must be more powerful than themselves, so there is no need for Qi Bing to help, she is also happy to be idle, and she can lie here and take a nap.

However, staying with someone who once rejected him all day and all night, is it really not inhibitive?

Oh, her master probably really won't, he's always the only one who embarrasses others.

Speaking of refusal, Qi Bing is really a headache, she has already made it clear that she doesn't want to get married for the time being, why is there still a female cultivator hitting her, so that she doesn't dare to go out now, go to the Fox House to be careful if anyone is following her.

Xia Zhiqiu's "terrible theory of female cultivators" back then seems to be really reasonable.

If she forces her again, she will let Xia Zhiqiu or Jiang Muling cooperate with her to play the broken sleeve, who would dare to provoke her!

No, the brain circuits of the people in the cultivation realm are very clear, what if they accept this fact very quickly, and immediately change their thinking, and send a male cultivator who is as beautiful as a flower and has a charming body to marry?

Pulling the blanket up a bit, Yu Bing sighed comfortably, like a cat that purrs after being touched, her eyes narrowed.

Thinking of Jiang Muling, Qi Bing can be regarded as having discovered, she usually responds to her in everything, everything goes according to her own will, and she protests unprincipled to Xia Zhiqiu and feels unfair, but she is stingy and refuses to even let her in where she lives, is it that he has some fierce beast in his yard, or is he actually hiding Jiaojiao in the golden house?

Frowning unconsciously, Qi Bing began to think again, however, today I can finally drink with Mu Ling and them, there is no elder brother present, there is no need to scruple about anything, and there will be no army of marriage urges to spoil the mood.

With a giggle, he smashed his mouth and shrunk into the blanket thinking about tomorrow's music test, but before he could think of a few words, he breathed steadily and fell asleep.

In the dream, she sat in the small forest on the Kunlun Fog Void Peak, which was the place where she often came to cultivate, although the bushes were dense, only the sunlight sparsely penetrated through the gaps, but there was a piece of grass that was sunny, and the grass was so thick that it was okay to pounce on it and roll a few times, and it was as soft as a quilt.

Lying on the grass, smelling the grass and feeling the resonance of the wind and heartbeat is the best way to relieve fatigue.

Suddenly, a group of butterflies flew in, flapping their colorful wings, which were a little more colorful than the flowers in the real medicine garden of Artemisia, and there were wings that were softer than the petals, like the most beautiful elves in the world.

Compared to those colorful butterflies with beautiful clothes, Yang Bing prefers the pure white little guy, a little white slowly flies towards her, fading all the stained colors, leaving only the purest nature.

The white clothes are like the one Jiang Muling has always wore, and Jiang Muling is the best and best man that Yang Bing has ever seen, so she has always liked white, because it belongs to the best and best person.

The white butterfly did not fly away to find flowers as soon as it came to the meadow like other butterflies, but stopped in the air for a while before flying slowly towards the ice.

Looking at this little thing, Bing actually felt that it was hesitating.

What are you hesitating about? Am I a big-bellied frog that will eat you?

However, the white butterfly still flew to Yue Bing's side, flew around her twice, and then flew in front of Qi Bing's eyes.

He had never seen a butterfly so closely, and he wanted to take a closer look at what it looked like, but he couldn't fully open his eyes because of the sunlight, and he was a little confused.

Just when she thought that she and the white butterfly were going to look at each other like this forever, and were about to catch its wings and sit up to take a good look, the white butterfly suddenly moved.

It descended gently, landed on the lips of the ice, raised its wings, and glittered in the sun.

She was slightly taken aback, and then laughed and cried, did this white butterfly treat her as a flower?

However, Bing thought that the butterfly's kiss was not felt, but at most it felt like touch.

But the white butterfly's snout is soft and snuggling, and at first it is a little cold, as cold as the morning dew on the leaves, but later it becomes warm and dry, and very comfortable.

The kiss of the white butterfly sounds the same as those written in the world, in order to repay the kindness of human beings, the mountain spirit and wild monster went to the house to cook, and secretly promised to secretly leave a kiss and the like.

But this little white butterfly doesn't look like a goblin, and Bing Bing is not the hero in the book.

How could she have such a dream, did she read too much recently?

Suddenly, the soft and gentle feeling was gone, and the lips suddenly became cold.

Qi Bing licked her lips dissatisfied, and found that the white butterfly flew very slowly, and when it flew away, it was as fast as a sparrow, and it was impossible to imagine that this speed was flying out of the wings that seemed to break when they snapped.

Qi Bing even saw a little bit of desertion and escape in the white shadows that flew up and down.

I didn't eat anything big at noon, and I can't smoke you?

Qi Bing bit her lip in her sleep, turned over on the bamboo chair, and continued to fall asleep.

On the corridor of Kunlun Courtyard, a white shadow flashed, striding hurriedly, seemingly in a hurry, but in fact there was no purpose, as if it was drilling wherever it was.

Jiang Muling's face was still as white as jade, but if he touched it, it would definitely be hotter than hot.

And the mental state of this Penglai leader didn't look very good, his eyes were lowered, and he hit a pillar in front of him without raising his head, and he didn't look very smart.

"Ah......h

Because he knew that no matter how upset he was about what happened just now, to Lu Bing, an unenlightened person, it was just a kiss from a white butterfly.

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