Because of the ink-burning sentence yesterday, Chu Xiaoning felt ashamed to the extreme. After the wonderful sound pool, he was reluctant to take care of the ink and left without going back.

People want to face the tree to skin, he is boring, this kind of mixed account, how is the face burned? Is it that the burning of the air actually thought that he would nod?

This kind of thing is just fine, why bother to ask him!

On the second day, the elders of the history of the history of the doctors were sick. Xue Zhengyi let Chu Xiening go to watch the students endorsing the books. The history is a big lesson, and there are many disciples. He can’t control them alone. Also come to help patrol, answer questions.

There are four masters and apprentices, and the number of teachers and ink is the busiest. The reason is very simple. The gentleman is gentle and beautiful, and the ink is good and good. It is very similar to the younger brothers and sisters, especially the teacher, the waist is narrow. The eyebrows, the youthfulness of the youth, is completely a beautiful man, with a good temper and a good voice. Both men and women are easy to have a good impression on him.

As for the burning of the ink, it is trapped in the group of female disciples.

"Mr. Brother and Brother, I don't understand this sentence. Can you help me?"

"Mr. Brother, the difference between these two curses is not particularly understandable. Can the brothers teach me?"

"Mr. Brother -"

After the ink burned to the ninth smiling little sister, the "Wan Tao's returning curse" was exactly the same as the original founder's painting. After that, Chu Xiaoning finally couldn't stand it anymore. He frowned and cold. A few rows of disciples, faintly, looked at the ink.

The ink burned him from the side of yesterday, but in fact, there are some grievances in my heart.

He used to be rude in his previous life, and he cherished it in his life. Therefore, every step of the way I want to see if Chu is rather unhappy, he does not know where he is doing wrong, is it not to ask that sentence?

Or call the wrong, you should not ask "My good teacher, can I go in next time?" and should ask: "My good baby, can I go in next time?"

Unexpectedly suffered a cold encounter, at this time suddenly noticed the eyes of Chu Yuning - even if he was fiercely screaming at him, the ink burned is still like the white cabbage that was watered with water, and immediately came to the spirit and smiled at him.

"..."

This person did not understand the question of where the Yan Yanyan came from.

Do they not understand? I really don't understand, the founder of Wan Tao's returning to the curse is standing here. Why don't you ask Chu Yuning, who wants to turn around and bend their "Mr. Brothers"?

Chu night is not happy, but does not say, only cold and silent looking at the ink.

Looking at it, the ink burned and felt that it was wrong. It happened that there was a tenth younger sister who eagerly waved at him: "Inkmaster~"

"Sorry, I have something." The ink smiled and pointed to Xue Meng. "Ask you Xue Xuexiong."

Then he went to the night of Chu, and left the little teacher who had the head of the ball to show his disappointment. He bit his pen and sighed.

"Master, what's wrong? You don't seem too happy?"

Chu night Ning licked his lips, did not say straight, Shen Yan said: "I am a little tired, that circle let Xue Meng go to patrol, you will help in this film."

The ink burned and he did not doubt him. He nodded and walked up with him. It is strange to say that he walked around the night of Chu, and suddenly felt that the number of people asking questions was a lot less. Is this disciple smarter than that one?

I couldn’t hear the "Mr. Brother", or the more troublesome "Mr. Brother". Chu Yuning’s mood was better, but he still looked expressionless and recited in the public. The young disciples paced and walked, and suddenly heard the dialogue between the two young disciples.

"Brother, brother, I told you that there is a fox in the sound pool."

"Ah? How do you say this?"

"I took a shower in Meichi yesterday and prepared to go back. I heard that there was a faint sigh in the distance... oh... there is that kind of movement..."

The brother looked very surprised. His mouth opened for a moment and hesitated: "Which pair is the same as the door?"

"Who is so courageous, it is impossible. This kind of thing is done privately. If you go to the wonderful sound pool, if you are seen by the elders of Yu Heng or the elders of the wolf, the legs must be interrupted! It is absolutely impossible. Disciple in the door!"

"It’s also true."

"It must be that the fox is in Yinyang. I will call a few brothers and sisters to see it this evening. See if I can catch the little fox. It’s also a credit. It’s not good to let her go. To seduce our door, right?"

"There is nothing wrong with it, but do you see who the same door she was hooked up yesterday?"

"...the sound of the sound pool is so big, it is necessary to go to the bottom of their eyes to clear the five senses. I don't want to go. I am still a boy. If I am looked at by the fox, I will take care of me and her." "The younger disciple stunned, and suddenly he saw that his brother's face was not right. He reached out and pulled it. "What? Suddenly this expression."

"..."

The younger disciple finally felt the coolness behind him. He looked back and saw the elders of Yu Heng face an inscrutable face, and the gas field stood extremely behind him. He was scared of "Oh," and said: "The elders forgive! ”

"The book is recited in the book, and it is said that the ghosts are fascinating, but also double-education." Chu night Ning Yin sullenly face, "You think it is pretty beautiful. Read a book, then talk nonsense, punish."

This conversation was also heard, and I couldn’t laugh, but I was chasing the back of Chu’s lateness. I thought about this serious person, how would I love myself? How would you be willing to be with yourself...

In his chest, it was warm and bitter, mixed with sweet and sour. After the cla.s.s was over, he couldn’t help but hug the Chu Yunning who was packing up the books, and held the people in his arms. Kissing.

Chu night Ning was angry, took bamboo slips on his head, and knocked and said: "It's all a good idea you want, wonderful sound pool... This is good, what am I going to be?"

The ink burned and laughed, and the tip of his nose glared at the root of his ear. The voice was low and gentle, and he knew clearly: "What is the teacher's respect?"

Chu night Ning did not think that he was so shameless, could not help but widen his eyes: "You -!"

The pear vortex must be made into honey, and the ink burned and kissed him. He smiled and said: "These brothers are really pulling, foxes? Picking... What? Haha, picking Yin?"

"You say I killed you." Chu Xiaoning almost put the bamboo in his mouth.

The ink burned and laughed: "Hey... can you choose the method of death? It’s also a good thing to be robbed by the fox of the wonderful sound pool."

"Mini rain!!"

Since then, Chu Yuening has never been willing to go to the wonderful sound pool with ink.

In a few days, Mrs. w.a.n.g called the ink to the front, took him and asked him one thing.

"Fire, have you seen a strange girl in Snow Valley when you were outside in the past few years?"

"What girl? What a strange method?"

"She should be born very white, there is no blood on her face, she loves to wear red clothes, she always holds a basket in her arms, and she will talk to pa.s.sers-by in the snow valley..."

The ink burned: "Oh, is the aunt talking about snow?"

Mrs. w.a.n.g was surprised at first, and then rejoiced: "Do you know that Xue Qianjin? Such a monster, I have not read it before, but also specifically want to describe it to you... I didn't expect..."

"There is a note on the Master, I just watched it." Mo burned, "Auntie asked me what to do?"

"This is the case. Nangong Gongzi came here a few days ago. I gave him a pulse. I feel that the yang and Yang interest in his body is not unstoppable, but the materials needed are extremely rare. The hardest thing to find is the ice squid in the snow basket. "Mrs. w.a.n.g sighed. "Nangong Xiaogongzi and Menger are similar in age. Now that the tiger is in Pingyang, I can’t bear it in my heart. I always want to help, but the snow is extremely difficult. Someone in the snow valley twenty years ago. I met her and went back to it. It was the record of the Kunlun Snow Palace a hundred years ago, so I want to ask you, take a chance."

After the ink burned, both hi and sorrow, hi is because Nangong 駟 是 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 炎 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 駟 南

Worried is that he has been in the snow valley for more than a year. He has never seen the legendary snow and gold. He is very mixed with the joys and sorrows. He said to Mrs. w.a.n.g: "After the things of Xu Shuanglin are settled, I personally went to Snow Valley. From the foot of the mountain to the peak of the danger to find it again, perhaps you can get a clue."

After the ink burned, because the heart was happy, I was going to tell Nangong Temple immediately. Mrs. w.a.n.g said in the back: "Hey, you don't go so fast, I have already said to Nangong Gongzi, you don't have to... ”

But the ink burned was not heard at all, and it was already far away.

He found a circle and found that Nangong was on the edge of the bridge of death and death, and was preparing for the past, but he saw a person walking on the other side of the bridge. When the ink burned, it was discovered that the leaves were forgotten. When the heart moved, they did not call Nangong, but stood in the distance and looked at them.

Ye Yexi is still very handsome, and it is difficult to see too many characteristics of women on her face. The practice and practice she has trained have made her and men very different. In fact, these years, if not in my heart, Nangong’s secret love, she may have forgotten that she is a daughter.

Nangong sees her coming, coughs and gaze, and her eyes are turned to the meandering river.

"The son calls me?"

"... ah..." Nangong 似乎 looks a little embarra.s.sed, ten fingers overlap, pillow on the stone lion of the Naiqiao, half a slap "Han".

"Is there a problem?"

"Also, there is no." Nangong snarled, he did not dare to go to see the leaves, the fingers rubbed the lions of the stone lions, "that is... there is something, I want to give you."

Ye forgets the truth and says: "What?"

Nangong squatted his head and slowly dispelled a piece of the waist. On the other side of the leaf, he couldn't understand it for a long time. Then he finally got it down and handed it to the leaf. A light cough: "Thank you for so many years... Forget it, I don't know what to say. I don't have any valuable accessories now. Only this is for you. I have been with me for many years, not the best jade. but……"

He didn't talk anymore, his eyes narrowed and his face was red.

He has never dared to go to see Ye Yexi, after a while, see Ye Yexiong did not respond, suddenly felt very sad, very abrupt, very awkward, hesitant to take the phoenix totem from the leaves of the past Yu Pei took it back and muttered: "I, I know this is not good, you don't like it... just give it back to me, it doesn't matter, I, I won't mind... After reviving the Confucianism, I I will find you the best one, I..."

Ye forgets to linger for a long time, then laughs, her clear eyes, there is a daughter's soft beauty, lined with her eyes, it seems that I have never had a rouge thin color.

She was born with flaws and scars. It was not as delicate as a woman's hand. She took the piece of jade, rustling, and the leaves were bleak. Ye said, "This piece is enough.

Thank you, son. ”

Nangong’s face was redder, and he said to him: “You, you like it... I am... oh... I don’t know what to say.”

Ink burning: "..............."

He heard in the bamboo forest that he wanted to hold the head of Nangong Temple and hit the stone lion.

Does this person not do anything other than raising a little wolf dog? How did it go around for a long time and it became "I don't know what to say?"

Nan Gongyi suddenly said inexplicably: "Mrs. w.a.n.g told me that the violent nucleus in my body can be suppressed, and perhaps it does not need to be double-repaired." Ye forgets the past, but then it seems to be wrong. Meaning, she gently "hmm", lowered her eyelashes, did not speak.

If there is no need for double repairs, then Nan Gongyi can be with her, she may no longer have the reason to stay with him brazenly, she also has dignity, do not want to ask Nangong to love her, pity her. Nangong駟 used this piece of jade to make a break, and he could leave a thought later.

"You understand... um... I don't understand what I mean?"

"……Ok."

Nangong 駟 言 轉 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ...I really don't know what to say...oh..."

He sighed twice in a sigh, and at the end he couldn't stand it anymore, sighing and sighing: "My G.o.d, what am I talking about?"

This time it was the turn of the leaves, she looked up, she looked up suddenly, suddenly as if she understood something, her eyes were very small, and then a thin **** face appeared on her face.

On the bridge, the bamboo leaves flew, her clothes swayed gently, Yupei was moist, and the bright red ears were floating between her fingers.

After a long while, Ye Yexi hesitated, tempted, and whispered a loud voice: "Auntie?"

In the twinkling of an eye, I don't know if it is an illusion. Nangong actually felt that her voice that was distorted by the voice-changing spell could no longer be restored. In the vague wind, there was some softness and some softness. He looked up at the face, looking at the face of the forgotten face, the sky was like a brocade, reflecting her eyebrows, she smiled, still familiar with the British, correct appearance, but slightly in the eyes of the eye There was a s.h.i.+mmering light s.h.i.+ning, she did not hold back, and finally the tears rolled down, from the face she smiled, but squatted.

Nangong looked at her and looked at the face. The vague impression of a young woman returned to her eyes.

It was a little girl, green, tender, cheeky red, and the eyelashes were long, very sweet and sweet.

At that time, the leaves were forgotten, and Nangong Liu sent to the dark city to practice the mind. She had just been returned by Xu Shuanglin not long after, and followed the Nangong Temple to learn some basic spells.

On that day, in order to train them, Nangong Liu let them go to the simplest fantasy of the Confucianism Gate to test the knives. The illusion is not difficult, but some horrible. They are all dying ghosts. They can’t go inside, the hairs are scattered, and the hair is faint. whimper.

At the beginning of the Nangong Temple, he did not intend to pay attention to the leaf forgetting. He only managed to swear by the devil. Who knows that walking and walking, but found that the leaves have not kept up, a little girl, curled up in the ruined temple of the illusion, does not dare to move.

He glanced back at her and snorted, preparing to leave, but suddenly saw a hanged ghost behind her, sticking out a bright red tongue to roll her throat -

"what--!"

When the little girl noticed that it was too late, she was scared to scream, but she couldn’t do anything. The sword in her arms didn’t go too far.

But nothing happened.

When she blinked, she found that Nangong stood in front of her. The hanged ghost had been repulsed by a sword, and it was affixed with lightning and spirits. I looked at her and wanted to blame her for a few words. However, the girl’s look was so pitiful. Like a frightened cat, with her round eyes, she couldn’t hold back, and the tears burst out.

Nangong’s stunned, and he said, “You, why are you so useless, even the ghosts are afraid...”

"That's a ghost!" Ye Qingxiu cried. "If I don't even be afraid of ghosts, what am I afraid of?"

Nangong said: "...how are your girls so useless?"

"Then I want to be useful too!" The pretty little girl cried and screamed and ran nose. "Who wants to drag your hind legs, I want to help, but you go so fast, you are not Waiting for me... I... I’m afraid of ghosts...”

"Uh……"

Nangong Temple had no choice but to kneel beside her, and she wouldn’t be stunned. She just stared at her crying. She had not experienced the darkness of the dark city, like the most common girls, tears. Fight straight down.

Crying and crying, choked: "What do you look at?"

"...I see when you are crying."

"..."

"When you are crying, let's go together, who makes you so weak." Nangong sighed, raised his hand and played the little girl's white forehead. "Follow me, I will protect you."

Cloud steamed Xia Wei, Tiandi Jinhui, at this time recalling this past event, Nangong Temple suddenly realized that in the original fantasy day, he actually lived to this day, the only time he saw Ye Jingxi as a girl, crying because of fear .

Later, she became iron, iced, and suppressed all emotions under the light face.

Repressed to the depths, not to say that Nangong, even she herself forgot what kind of person she was, just remember to follow the back of the Confucianism master, from child to teenager, to his son, and she spent No longer.

She is like this, no tears, no hind legs, silently followed him, followed for twenty years.