The Tianshan Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, with large and large peaks and ridges, which are far apart and do not come and go frequently.
As soon as the news of Zhong Qin'er waking came out, visitors were crowded with people.
All the visitors were junior brothers and sisters sent by the uncles living on various peaks of Tianshan Mountain. Most of them took care of her body and took the opportunity to find out what she thought about the new leader.
Zhong Qin'er knew that this was what the uncles were saying. There were many children under Tianshan, and the uncles also had their own thoughts. She naturally could not fall into the words of the master.
She kept her face unchanged and praised Rong Yuan against her will. After a few more words, she sent the person out.
After everyone dispersed, Hanguang asked her, what are your plans next?
Zhong Qin'er said lightly: I just hope the leader can keep his promise and let me leave in three days
In the early morning of the third day, she had just gotten asleep. After washing up, she suddenly heard a misty Xiao Yin, melodious and faint sadness.
Su Mu?
Su Mu used to play the flute often
Her face changed slightly, she stood up and stepped out quickly. As soon as she stood on the stone platform in front of the cave, she saw a person standing in front of the green pine trees by the cliff.
The morning sun is like broken gold, reflecting the white snow piled up on the green pine trees. The light and shadow surged. The man was wearing a blue dress, his figure was straight, and it seemed to be connected to the blue clear sky in the distance.
That back is so familiar, as if engraved in her heart for hundreds of years
Zhong Qin'er pursed her red lips tightly, and watched the man turn around, but said nothing
He put down the black flute in his hand and walked slowly over, taking calm steps. The familiar face was getting closer and closer, and finally reflected in her deep eyes.
He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers trembled slightly, gently stroked her pale face
Junior sister, you have lost weight and you have suffered
Zhong Qin'er's long eyelashes are like feathers, and they tremble gently like the butterfly wings in the rain
She looked at him foolishly, and slowly raised her slender jade hand, put her palm on the back of his hand, and murmured softly.
He raised his long eyebrows slightly, curled his lips, and showed a gratifying smile.
Suddenly, Zhong Qin'er's five fingers were as fast as lightning, flipped down his palm, tightly clasped his pulse, and said coldly: You are not Su Mu, who are you?
A crystal light flashed across his pupils, and a look of pain appeared on his face, but he didn't say a word
Senior sister
Rong Yuan's figure slowly appeared on the edge of the cliff. He was wearing a snow robe, which seemed simple and elegant, but there were dark silver cloud patterns rolling around the edge of the lapel, shining brightly.
With his graceful steps, his wide sleeves and long dance, his clothes are flying, and his every move reveals a elegant and outstanding style.
Zhong Qin'er frowned gently. How did such a person stay dormant in the Demon Realm for many years? What was he like at that time?
In her heart, she suddenly felt a little curious about him.
Let him go, Rong Yuan said softly
He stretched out his hand from his sleeve, gently stroked the numbness of lightning on the palms of the two of them, and flowed by the back of Zhong Qin'er's hand, and she couldn't help but release the clamping of the man.
The man lowered his body and bowed to Rong Yuan, and his body slowly transformed. He soon recovered his original appearance. It turned out to be his apprentice Qingluan
Qingluan, go back first Rong Yuan smiled
Yes, Master Qingluan's face remained calm, and he bowed slowly to Zhong Qin'er Yingying.
Zhong Qin'er looked at Qingluan's departure with a serious expression and her eyes were as cold as the pond
Rong Yuan turned around and looked at her and smiled: Senior sister, my disciple's unique skill, what do you think?
What does it mean if you let her transform into Su Mu's appearance to test me? Zhong Qin'er said coldly
She can hide it from everyone, but she can't hide it from you, Senior Sister. Senior Sister has indeed imprinted the senior brother firmly in her heart. Rong Yuan stared at her with a bright look.
Zhong Qin'er avoided his burning eyes and did not answer his words. Instead, she whispered: You have only been in the school for twenty years, and her body skills are not from this sect.
Rong Yuan nodded, I don't plan to hide it from my senior sister. She used to be my subordinate in the Demon Realm, but later she was born and died for me several times, so I naturally couldn't leave her alone.
Seeing her silent, he said softly: Senior sister, don't worry, Qingluan used to be in a low status in the Demon Realm, and she had no chance to practice evil magic. This unique skill was just passed down from her family in the past. Now there are very few people in the world.
Zhong Qin'er's eyes sterned. Why did you let me know about this?
Because to me, my senior sister has never been an outsider. Rong Yuan laughed softly and said
Zhong Qin'er looked back at him, her thoughtful gaze flowed around him, and then she took it back lightly
In the past two days, I really want to thank my senior sister for all the covers for me in Tianshan. Rong Yuan smiled and bowed to her.
I hope you can keep your promise and untie the ban on me tomorrow. Zhong Qin'er said, her voice was cold
Rong Yuan's expression was not moving, as if it was not surprising. So, is the senior sister planning to leave Tianshan tomorrow?
Zhong Qin'er nodded, not willing to talk to him more
Rong Yuan curled up the corners of his lips, his eyes were quiet, and he said slowly: Then I will pray for my senior sister, don’t be too early for the next cold poison attack.
Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed. He had left Lingyun Mansion, and only a clear voice was left, echoing quietly beside her like a breeze.
Senior sister, a good journey
The gentle sound as gentle as a spring lingers in her ears, but it is as warm as fire.
Suddenly, her jade-colored auricles gradually dyed a thin layer of red, brightly swaying
As soon as the news of Zhong Qin'er waking came out, visitors were crowded with people.
All the visitors were junior brothers and sisters sent by the uncles living on various peaks of Tianshan Mountain. Most of them took care of her body and took the opportunity to find out what she thought about the new leader.
Zhong Qin'er knew that this was what the uncles were saying. There were many children under Tianshan, and the uncles also had their own thoughts. She naturally could not fall into the words of the master.
She kept her face unchanged and praised Rong Yuan against her will. After a few more words, she sent the person out.
After everyone dispersed, Hanguang asked her, what are your plans next?
Zhong Qin'er said lightly: I just hope the leader can keep his promise and let me leave in three days
In the early morning of the third day, she had just gotten asleep. After washing up, she suddenly heard a misty Xiao Yin, melodious and faint sadness.
Su Mu?
Su Mu used to play the flute often
Her face changed slightly, she stood up and stepped out quickly. As soon as she stood on the stone platform in front of the cave, she saw a person standing in front of the green pine trees by the cliff.
The morning sun is like broken gold, reflecting the white snow piled up on the green pine trees. The light and shadow surged. The man was wearing a blue dress, his figure was straight, and it seemed to be connected to the blue clear sky in the distance.
That back is so familiar, as if engraved in her heart for hundreds of years
Zhong Qin'er pursed her red lips tightly, and watched the man turn around, but said nothing
He put down the black flute in his hand and walked slowly over, taking calm steps. The familiar face was getting closer and closer, and finally reflected in her deep eyes.
He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers trembled slightly, gently stroked her pale face
Junior sister, you have lost weight and you have suffered
Zhong Qin'er's long eyelashes are like feathers, and they tremble gently like the butterfly wings in the rain
She looked at him foolishly, and slowly raised her slender jade hand, put her palm on the back of his hand, and murmured softly.
He raised his long eyebrows slightly, curled his lips, and showed a gratifying smile.
Suddenly, Zhong Qin'er's five fingers were as fast as lightning, flipped down his palm, tightly clasped his pulse, and said coldly: You are not Su Mu, who are you?
A crystal light flashed across his pupils, and a look of pain appeared on his face, but he didn't say a word
Senior sister
Rong Yuan's figure slowly appeared on the edge of the cliff. He was wearing a snow robe, which seemed simple and elegant, but there were dark silver cloud patterns rolling around the edge of the lapel, shining brightly.
With his graceful steps, his wide sleeves and long dance, his clothes are flying, and his every move reveals a elegant and outstanding style.
Zhong Qin'er frowned gently. How did such a person stay dormant in the Demon Realm for many years? What was he like at that time?
In her heart, she suddenly felt a little curious about him.
Let him go, Rong Yuan said softly
He stretched out his hand from his sleeve, gently stroked the numbness of lightning on the palms of the two of them, and flowed by the back of Zhong Qin'er's hand, and she couldn't help but release the clamping of the man.
The man lowered his body and bowed to Rong Yuan, and his body slowly transformed. He soon recovered his original appearance. It turned out to be his apprentice Qingluan
Qingluan, go back first Rong Yuan smiled
Yes, Master Qingluan's face remained calm, and he bowed slowly to Zhong Qin'er Yingying.
Zhong Qin'er looked at Qingluan's departure with a serious expression and her eyes were as cold as the pond
Rong Yuan turned around and looked at her and smiled: Senior sister, my disciple's unique skill, what do you think?
What does it mean if you let her transform into Su Mu's appearance to test me? Zhong Qin'er said coldly
She can hide it from everyone, but she can't hide it from you, Senior Sister. Senior Sister has indeed imprinted the senior brother firmly in her heart. Rong Yuan stared at her with a bright look.
Zhong Qin'er avoided his burning eyes and did not answer his words. Instead, she whispered: You have only been in the school for twenty years, and her body skills are not from this sect.
Rong Yuan nodded, I don't plan to hide it from my senior sister. She used to be my subordinate in the Demon Realm, but later she was born and died for me several times, so I naturally couldn't leave her alone.
Seeing her silent, he said softly: Senior sister, don't worry, Qingluan used to be in a low status in the Demon Realm, and she had no chance to practice evil magic. This unique skill was just passed down from her family in the past. Now there are very few people in the world.
Zhong Qin'er's eyes sterned. Why did you let me know about this?
Because to me, my senior sister has never been an outsider. Rong Yuan laughed softly and said
Zhong Qin'er looked back at him, her thoughtful gaze flowed around him, and then she took it back lightly
In the past two days, I really want to thank my senior sister for all the covers for me in Tianshan. Rong Yuan smiled and bowed to her.
I hope you can keep your promise and untie the ban on me tomorrow. Zhong Qin'er said, her voice was cold
Rong Yuan's expression was not moving, as if it was not surprising. So, is the senior sister planning to leave Tianshan tomorrow?
Zhong Qin'er nodded, not willing to talk to him more
Rong Yuan curled up the corners of his lips, his eyes were quiet, and he said slowly: Then I will pray for my senior sister, don’t be too early for the next cold poison attack.
Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed. He had left Lingyun Mansion, and only a clear voice was left, echoing quietly beside her like a breeze.
Senior sister, a good journey
The gentle sound as gentle as a spring lingers in her ears, but it is as warm as fire.
Suddenly, her jade-colored auricles gradually dyed a thin layer of red, brightly swaying
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