Xiao Baiye chuckled twice: "What's the matter, I can't take a look at this seat?"

Jia Jia blinked in surprise, looked at Xiao Baiye, and saw that instead of showing uncertainty on his face, he still had a little smile, as if he was in a good mood, so he boldly replied: "Naturally, it's okay." It's just that although there is a huge age gap between the real person and Jia Jia, the real person is a man and Jia Jia is a woman, but the saint has a cloud: don't look at indecent things. ”

"You mean this seat is rude?" Xiao Baiye raised his eyebrows, and the hand holding the white jade wrench tapped the book one after another, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, looking more interested.

Jia Jia raised her head and glanced at him: "The disciple doesn't dare." ”

"If you don't dare, there are few people in this world who dare. Xiao Baiye chuckled and shook his head, then stood up, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to push open the window, and heard the fat Wu Zhenren's scolding voice coming in: "Xiao Baiye, you little thief, don't run away, the two of us will fight alone!"

Xiao Baiye shook his head and chuckled, just condescendingly watching Fat Wu Zhenren jumping left and right, but he couldn't get up.

Jia Jia put down the book in his hand and looked at it, only to feel that Xiao Baiye was now more like he was playing tricks on Fat Wu Zhenren, so he couldn't help but purse his lips and smile.

Although he didn't look back, Xiao Baiye's back seemed to have eyes, and he suddenly asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

"No!" Jia Jia replied instinctively, and then was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly, "Xiao Zhenren is playing tricks on Wu Zhenren, and the disciple laughed." ”

"What's the matter, he has a holiday with you?" Xiao Baiye stared at the fat Wu Zhenren for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and smiled lightly. "I can't talk about the holidays. It's just that Wu Zhenren bluffed the disciple. But the disciple suffered. ”

"Oh?" Xiao Baiye raised his eyebrows, "Do you want this seat to help?"

Jia Jia: "......" She didn't expect Xiao Baiye to take the initiative to ask, she was a little embarrassed, after thinking for a while, she was a little reluctant to give up, her stunned and hesitant expression fell into Xiao Baiye's eyes at all.

Xiao Baiye shook his head amusedly: "It's okay to say it directly. If it's difficult, won't Xiao refuse?"

These words successfully choked Jia Jia, and she looked at Xiao Baiye embarrassedly: "Xiao Zhenren." The disciples do have something to ask for. Can you ask Xiao Zhenren to help his disciple stay with Wu Zhenren for three months?"

"This matter...... Xiao Baiye squinted, and after thinking for a while, he finally nodded, "Okay, I promise you." ”

Jia Jia breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Xiao Baiye with a grateful face: "Thank you Xiao Zhenren." ”

"It's okay, just try, if you don't succeed, you have to say another thing. Xiao Baiye said, and his eyes turned around her again. Jia Jia was furious by him, and raised her eyebrows at him with some uncertainty: "Xiao Zhenren." But what's wrong with the disciple?"

Xiao Baiye shook her head, seeing that she lowered her head and seriously flipped through the book in her hand, the warm sun slowly fell on her body, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips were all delicate and delicate, without a little demon, and she was the most admired appearance in the righteous path, and she was ice muscle and jade skin, such a woman was really difficult to think of bad things. Not only is the skin good-looking, but he also knows that this female cultivator also has a big secret, a secret that will cause an uproar once she releases her words...... Xiao Baiye suppressed the emotions in his eyes: envy and red eyes.

After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Baiye came back to his senses, lowered his head, and saw a book with a plain white cover handed to him: "Real person, give it to the disciple, I don't know if the real person likes it or not?"

Xiao Baiye looked at her with a strange expression for a moment, took the book, and when he saw the cover "That Uncle is Really Bad", his heart really jumped: "This ......"

But the female cultivator in front of the meeting smiled a little more flatteringly: "The disciple thinks that real people should like such books." ”

Xiao Baiye was speechless for a while: the Taishan pressure that had been practiced did not change a cent, and there was finally something inexplicable embarrassing on his face.

But even if he was embarrassed, he still remembered that there was something called image in front of the juniors that needed to be deliberately maintained.

In Jia Jia's impression, the older she is, the thicker her skin, the less out of tune, and the less she knows what embarrassment is. Even if she found that Xiao Baiye's face was strange, she only thought that she was a little embarrassed to see her dedication.

Immersed in his own world, Jia Jia didn't realize the effort of reading this book at all, and Xiao Baiye's mental journey in front of him had come full circle and didn't know how to go.

This look will see the sunset over the western mountains. Jia Jia stretched her waist, raised her head, and moved her somewhat sore neck, but saw Xiao Baiye lying on top of the long collapse in front of him with no image, but he had an unruly momentum.

Jia Jia couldn't help but look at it twice, only to feel that when she saw Xiao Baiye for the first time that year, Xiao Baiye gave her the feeling that she was not wrong: the clothes were gorgeous, and everything used was exquisite and gorgeous. For example, the dark green brocade thread robe he wears, even the slightest stitch has no wrinkles and redundancy, the white jade wrench on his hand, and the delicate and gorgeous gold crown on his head, are more like a leisurely and leisurely merry king and grandson in a drunken gold fan. has its own extravagance.

Jia Jia picked up the books on the desk one by one, sorted them out, and put them in place: she and Xiao Baiye are never the same type of people: she is more like a well-behaved disciple who obediently abides by the rules and regulations of the sect, a first-class disciple of the sect, and Xiao Baiye does not seem to be the kind of person who is willing to be constrained by the rules and regulations, such a person is not necessarily a qualified disciple of the sect.

But what about Xiao Baiye really doesn't have much to do with her, she just needs to do her own thing.

Thinking about this, Jia Jia pursed her lips and smiled, tidied up her clothes, bent down at him, and was about to retreat.

But when he heard Xiao Baiye cover his lips with his hands, he yawned loudly, and suddenly said, "Wu Sanpang's junior sister actually has nothing to do with me. ”

"She is eight points similar to Wu San's fat appearance, which is really difficult for Xiao to like in his life. Xiao Baiye explained, paused, and seemed to be a little embarrassed: "Xiao didn't have the preference of Wu Sanpang's single, and he humiliated Xiao's taste in vain." ”

Jia Jia was stunned, but she felt that it would not be strange if this matter was put on Wu Sanfatg: he was such a person.

After hearing this, he laughed dryly, expressed his approval, and retreated.

When he became famous without a treasure hall, Wu Sanpang was still standing there shouting, and when he saw her come out, he was about to stick up, Jia Jia pursed his lips and jumped over, which made the famous double monks of the Hehuan Sect: Lu Zhouxu and Zhen Yirou The breathtaking body of the two flashed by. Wu Sanpang didn't expect her to suddenly use such a trick, and if she didn't catch it, she didn't make another move, but looked at Jia Jia in a daze, and after a while, she looked down at the fat beast that moved a few times, and almost gritted her teeth and popped out a few words from her mouth: "I hate pork ribs!"

Jia Jia didn't know that she had invisibly offended Wu Sanpang again, so she only returned to Zangjian Peak with peace of mind.

This cultivation is January, and in the early morning of this day, Jia Jia just woke up from his meditation, and the broken gong voice of Fu Qingniu resounded throughout the entire Tibetan Sword Peak.

"Wu Sanpang, what do you think is my Kunlun place? You can come whenever you want, and you can leave if you want?"

The three big characters of "Wu Sanfat" successfully made Jia Jia's heart skip a beat, and after thinking about it, Jia Jia jumped off the bed, pushed the door and went out of the house, just as she saw Wu Sanpang and Fu Qingniu pulling and twisting together: these two are monks in the late stage of the Tibetan God, and whoever dares to step forward in Kunlun juniors only dares to poke their heads out slightly to take a look.

"Don't come out. Jia Jia had just stepped out of the stinger, and saw Gu Lang coming out of the slanted thorn, and without saying much, he walked to her side.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Jia Jia's eyes widened in surprise, full of curiosity.

Gu Lang hooked the corners of his lips, and the hard lines on his face softened unconsciously: "Fu Zhenren is also afraid of getting into trouble, Gu Mou just mentioned it slightly, and Fu Zhenren agreed." ”

"I see. Jia Jia blinked, although Gu Lang said lightly, but Jia Jia knew that the Tao was definitely not so simple, Jia Jia only felt that although she said that she had to divide everything on weekdays, it was really difficult to pay off Gu Lang's help to her, maybe since she met him at the beginning, she owed it, and turned around, and finally became a mess, cutting constantly, and couldn't figure it out.

Gu Lang saw that she looked confused, and his heart moved: the delicate girl he met back then had already grown into a teacher-level character under the rising time, but as far as she was concerned, she still seemed to be the cautious girl who was cautious back then, with a pair of autumn water cut eyes.

I still remember what the master said to himself: the heart is right, the eyes are right, and the most important thing to look at a person is to look at his eyes and understand his heart. The eye is the window of the heart, which is the most simple but also the most moving philosophy. At that time, the girl with a gentle temperament and a calm and quiet demeanor did not talk much, but she was not an indifferent and cold person, she could easily get along with anyone, and walked among the monks with ease, and very few people could hate such a woman!

Gu Lang took a deep breath, back then, he only felt that although this girl was just an ordinary outer disciple, it was surprising that this outer disciple was closer to the standard of a perfect female cultivator in his mind than many inner female cultivators.

He was curious at the time, so he was a little more concerned, but he didn't expect that his casual push would push her to such a height as she is now, and her growth had already exceeded his expectations. Maybe she's a piece of gold, and it's only a matter of time before she shines. But watching her get up little by little, to her current status, that sense of honor, happy with her, sad for him, but not for other monks.

Even if he thought about it, Gu Lang lowered his head and took a deep breath, his face was still so calm, and he just looked at her quietly. (To be continued......)