"I was thinking about you, and you came, does this mean that you are also thinking about me?" His thin lips were pressed against Cha Ming's ears, and the smell of wine blew on the ear bones, and the crispy numb sensation spread throughout his body like an electric shock.

Cha Ming couldn't help but dodge sideways, and Luo Xifeng's generous palm covered her head, preventing her from leaving.

"Let me hold it a little longer. The low, hoarse voice has a breathtaking charm that makes Cha Ming forget about his struggles.

The smell on Luo Xifeng's body is so good, she, who has not drunk alcohol, will be drunk with fine wine.

"You haven't answered me yet. Luo Xifeng leaned on her shoulder and asked in a muffled voice.

"What?"

"Are you thinking about me too?"

"You've drunk too much. Cha Ming's face was on fire, and his eyes were dripping with water. She hurriedly pushed away Luo Xifeng, for fear that she would be reluctant to leave because she was nostalgic for the temperature on his body.

"I'll make you some decanting soup. Leaving this sentence, Cha Ming ran away.

"You can't even burn firewood, how can you make me decanting soup. Luo Xifeng looked at her flustered back and couldn't help but smile.

If it weren't for the presence of the third senior brother, he wouldn't have let go of Cha Ming so easily just now.

After crying, Dongyang fell asleep holding the banyan tree, and from time to time he still muttered his fiancée's name.

Helplessly, Luo Xifeng carried him back to the room.

When night fell, the wind of the mountain carried no dust or dust, and the leaves rattled in bursts, moaning in the slender trunks from time to time, and swirling the damp leaves on the boulevard. The wind did not blow away the wine of the Luoxi wind, but blew the heart lake with ripples.

In the yard where he used to live, there was a kitchen, and when he found Cha Ming there, Cha Cha had turned into a little flower cat. The fingers, blackened by the smoke and fire, touched his cheeks at will, leaving black marks one after another.

She looked at Luo Xifeng with an innocent face, like a lost little lamb.

"Are you going to cook me the decanter soup, or are you going to cook it yourself?" asked Luo Xifeng with a wicked smile.

"I don't know how to cook~" She lowered her head and kept twisting the corners of her clothes with her fingers. Cooking him sobering soup is just an excuse, and Na Cheng wants to lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot.

Luo Xifeng shook his head helplessly, rolled up his sleeves and began to move. In the eyes of Cha Ming, it is as difficult as burning firewood in the sky, and it is caught by Luo Xifeng. Later, it became her holding her cheeks and watching Luo Xifeng cook.

I wanted to make a decanting soup, but it turned out to be all the dishes that Cha Ming loved to eat.

"Hungry, eat. "It's getting dark, and Cha Ming's stomach is already growling. Luo Xifeng's meal was the most to her liking, and she devoured two bowls of rice before she burped to her heart's content.

After the meal, Luo Xifeng's wine dissipated a lot, but he still had a slight headache.

Cha Ming volunteered to rub his temples, and gently massaged his delicate fingers, which was exceptionally comfortable and pleasant.

"Today, did the five elders embarrass you?" Although Luo Xifeng didn't let Cha Ming follow, she could feel that the atmosphere of the Seven Swords Gate seemed to be different from what Luo Xifeng had said before.

When they entered the Seven Swords Gate, except for Dongyang, none of the five elders appeared, which showed their current status in the Seven Swords Gate.

"It's okay, there is the second senior brother pressing, and they don't dare to go out of the cabinet too much for the time being. ”

The reason why the five elders were noisy all day long was because of Xiao Jin. He is the most valued son of King Xiao, and he is very capable of being made the crown prince, and with him supporting Dongyang, the five elders can only speak quickly and dare not act easily.

"Who is your brother? Why haven't I heard you mention it? "In this courtyard, there are four rooms, which are occupied by the four of their senior brothers, why is Luo Xifeng not seeing his senior brother alone for such a big thing.

Thinking of the handsome and elegant elder brother, Luo Xifeng couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. It seems that I haven't seen him for too long, and his appearance is faintly blurred. Online eBooks

"Senior brother's name is Beigong Wuwu, ten years older than me. The year he left, his spiritual power had reached level fifteen, and he was a very powerful cultivator. ”

This is the first time Cha Ming has heard about Beigong Wuwu, and Luo Xifeng's reverent expression can show that this senior brother has a lot of influence on him.

"His spiritual power is so high, why didn't your master let him take over as the head of the sect and choose you instead?"

"Senior Brother is pure and refined, he never cares about any worldly affairs, he feels that the emotions and status of the world are the chains that bind cultivators, and only by breaking free from these chains can he succeed. ”

It was the first time for Cha Ming to hear such remarks, and he couldn't help but admire it, such a high ideological realm had achieved Beigong's worry-free and strong spiritual power.

Carefree, the name suits his temperament.

"And where did he go?"

Luo Xifeng looked at the moonlit night of Guming Mountain and did not speak for a long time.

When the senior brother left, it was a bright moonlit night like today, and he left a few big words and left.

There were only four words written in the letter: Let me get away.

The Seven Swords Gate restrained him, and the persistent and perverted feelings troubled him, and only by leaving could he be free of choice.

"He went where he was supposed to be. ”

If Senior Brother was still there, the five elders would not be so coveted by his spiritual power. But there is no if, since he is back, there are some things in the Seven Swords Gate that should be dealt with.

"Rest early, there's a lot to attend to tomorrow. ”

Cha Ming noticed Luo Xifeng's low and obediently stopped asking.

On the second day, the disciples of the Seven Swords Sect began their daily morning exercises.

Dongyang can't accept apprentices instead of the head of the Qiu Dao, so they don't have disciples from this door down.

The Qiudao people occupy the Fen Shi Peak of Jiuming Mountain, and the other five elders occupy Hua Yi Peak, Hua Er Peak, Qu Qiu Peak, Yun Yi Peak and Yunnan Second Peak respectively.

Elder Yin Song, who was the closest to the Second Peak of Yunnan, used the excuse that the pattern of the Second Peak of Yunnan was too small to allow his disciples to cultivate, so he occupied most of the top of the Fen Shi Peak.

Because of this matter, several elders made trouble several times, but the other peaks were far away, and if they wanted to send their own disciples to come, they had to delay their cultivation time for an hour, and gradually they gave up.

Elder Yin Song had a large number of disciples and grandchildren, and every morning Wei Shifeng would echo different cultivation mantras and the scolding of the master, causing Cha Ming to wake up early in the morning.

She got dressed and opened the door to find that there were disciples sitting on the branches of the peach trees in the courtyard to cultivate.

"Hey, you come down for me. "Early in the morning, I saw someone squatting on a tree that others had worked so hard to raise, and the mood of Cha Ming was very unhappy.

A sudden roar interrupted the disciple's cultivation, and he accidentally fell off the peach tree.

He touched his swollen head, ready to teach this yellow-haired girl a lesson.

"Where did the wild girl dare to spread wild in my Seven Swords Gate. He raised his eyebrows and pointed at Cha Ming's head menacingly.

His fingers were just about to poke Cha Ming's hair, and a fire ignited inexplicably on his fingertips.

"Ouch, it's burning me. He jumped up and down like a wall, found a water tank and stuffed his whole hand into it before extinguishing the fire.