The villains are all my vests

Chapter 215 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (7)

"...Hmm." Han Goudan scratched his palm with his fingertips.

Song Yufeng sneered: "Don't regret it."

When Song Yufeng and Gu Zhihuan went to the Cangming School together, they didn't have a name either.

Gu Zhihuan proposed to name him.

Song Yufeng didn't know Gu Zhihuan's personality at that time, so he happily agreed.

As a result, the next day, I saw Gu Zhihuan holding a pile of names like "Song Shasha", "Song Stingy", and "Song Ming" and throwing them in front of him.

If it wasn't for Zhaolu not being able to see it, and giving Song Yufeng a name, Song Yufeng has no doubt that his current name must be "Song Ming".

Gu Zhihuan rolled his eyes, and his lazy eyes fell on Han Goudan.

Han Goudan lowered his head hastily.

Gu Zhihuan's thin lips parted lightly: "Han Yue."

"Huh?" Song Yufeng raised his head suddenly.

I could hardly believe my ears.

"Han Yue?" The young man murmured and repeated.

Song Yufeng asked: "Which one is better?"

"Guanshan is getting harder and harder." Gu Zhihuan replied.

Han Yue nodded: "Okay."

Song Yufeng touched his nose: "Elder Sister, are you being too partial?"

Gu Zhihuan didn't bother to pay attention, she sacrificed a wooden token and hung it in front of Han Yue out of thin air.

"Drop the blood on it." Gu Zhihuan looked at Han Yue.

Han Yue looked at the wooden sign curiously, bit his index finger, and dripped blood on the wooden sign as Gu Zhihuan said.

The blood disappeared in a flash.

On the wooden sign, Han Yue's name appeared out of thin air.

Han Yue shuddered, always feeling that there was an inexplicable connection between himself and the wooden sign.

"This is your wooden token, don't lose it." Gu Zhihuan said.

"What's the use of the wooden sign?" Han Yue asked.

Gu Zhihuan lowered his eyes.

A strange emotion flashed in his black and white eyes.

"I'll know later." Gu Zhihuan said.

Han Yue was a little disappointed, but still put the wooden sign next to him.

In this way, Han Yue entered the Cangming Sect in a daze, and became the third junior brother of the Cangming Sect.

Within a few days, Han Yue had a good grasp of the situation of the Cangming faction.

As an inner sect disciple, Han Yue can come in and out at will except for the back mountain where Chaolu retreat is absolutely forbidden.

It's just that Han Yue is not a person who is overly curious.

You must know that when Song Yufeng was accepted into the family, he pulled out all the fairy grass that Chaolu had worked so hard to plant, replaced it with a sycamore tree, and happily ran to Chaolu to ask for credit.

In those years, Song Yufeng would have died countless times if Zhao Lu hadn't had a good temper.

Those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, those who swim in the water...

Except for Gu Zhihuan's other courtyard and Chaolu's back mountain, Song Yufeng completely destroyed Cangming Mountain.

Han Yue is more like an old-fashioned teenager.

Every morning when he gets up, he will go to Wuwo Hall to endorse, waiting for Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng to arrive.

Every time Song Yufeng dragged a body that seemed to have been hollowed out, lying on the table exhaustedly, trying to fight against the sleepman.

But the result of this struggle was that he looked like he was rolling his eyes crazily.

After Han Yue found out, he changed his seat silently and sat next to Song Yufeng, thus avoiding the fate of being rolled his eyes by Song Yufeng every day.

Gu Zhihuan took out a book at random, threw it on the table, and asked Han Yue to read it according to the script.

Han Yue knew a few words, but he still stumbled when he came across the obscure words in this kind of book.

Song Yufeng's teeth itch when he heard this: "Third Junior Brother, you can either read it carefully or don't read it. You can't bear to sleep with such Yu Yang's frustrating tone."

"Second senior brother, you can't sleep in the morning class." Han Yue's face was tense.

I don't know what happened between him and Song Yufeng, they always didn't deal with each other.

But Song Yufeng loves to pester Han Yue to tease him.

Song Yufeng curled his lips: "Elder Sister has already fallen asleep."

Han Yue followed Song Yufeng's line of sight, and sure enough, he saw Gu Zhihuan leaning his head back on the chair, covered with a blanket that came from nowhere, breathing comfortably.

"Elder Sister is just meditating." Han Yue said.

"..." Song Yufeng stared: "How did you learn to talk nonsense with your eyes open?"

Han Yue calmly turned over a page of the book: "I'm telling the truth."

Song Yufeng was very angry.

"Don't disturb her." Han Yue said.

"I quarreled, what can you do to me?" Song Yufeng's mouth twitched.

Han Yue looked up at him, and said calmly: "Elder Sister is getting up."

Song Yufeng seemed to have been poked with a needle, and his arrogant and domineering arrogance was immediately subdued.

He never forgot the pain of being chased by Gu Zhihuan from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, half of his life was almost taken away by Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue lowered his voice indiscriminately, and continued to read the passages in the ancient book: "When spring comes out and herbs grow, it's autumn and ten thousand..."

Han Yue didn't know the last word.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Baby." Gu Zhihuan said suddenly.

She opened her eyes at some point, and looked at the contents of his book lightly from behind Han Yue.

Han Yue panicked, and read calmly: "When the energy of spring comes out and the grass grows, all treasures will be made in autumn. How can spring and autumn come naturally? The way of heaven has come."

Song Yufeng stared at Gu Zhihuan in horror: "Elder Sister...you...you woke up..."

"What?" Gu Zhihuan turned his head.

"How about your waking up?" Song Yufeng asked suspiciously.

Gu Zhihuan said with a half-smile, "You want me to have it?"

After being stunned for a moment, Song Yufeng finally came to his senses: "So you said you were angry just to beat me up?!"

"Second Junior Brother." Gu Zhihuan said meaningfully, "You want me to get up?"

Song Yufeng met Gu Zhihuan's suggestive eyes, and his back shivered.

He sat back halfway involuntarily: "I think it's pretty good now."

Gu Zhihuan closed his eyes again.

The sound of Han Yue's well-organized reading echoed in Wuwo Hall.

There are few fireworks.

Song Yufeng was almost drowsy.

"Elder sister—" Bai Zhi's hasty voice woke up the three of them.

Song Yufeng shook his head suddenly and hit the table, the pain made him grin his teeth and cover his mouth.

Gu Zhihuan slowly raised his eyelids.

Han Yue secretly watched Gu Zhihuan's movements.

For some reason, it was clearly the same movement, but Gu Zhihuan was a few beats slower when doing it, giving people a feeling of not rushing or slowing down.

It's hard to move your eyes away.

If one of the three of them is more like a cultivator, it must be Gu Zhihuan.

"What's the matter?" Gu Zhihuan sat half-sitting.

Han Yue also understood that, as a senior sister, she would always look lazy as if she hadn't woken up as long as Chaolu or outsiders were not around.

Bai Zhi wiped the sweat from her forehead, said out of breath, "The Xiaoyao faction is here."

Gu Zhihuan frowned: "What are they here for?"

"Elder Sister, the seventh day of next month is the birthday of Master Wu Xian, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect." Bai Zhi reminded.

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