Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

"What are we arguing about?" Song Xun asked in a trance, feeling uncomfortable after asking, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Qing Huan, who was reading a book, was taken aback, and looked up at Song Xun who was standing not far away: "What?"

"Uh, I mean..." Song Xun scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Qing Huan put down the book in his hand and walked up to him: "It's late."

"Well, I'm really sorry." Song Xun apologized politely.

"I mean, that day you asked me to appreciate plum blossoms in the back mountain, but I kept you waiting and freezing you all night." Qinghuan's pupils moved slightly, "I went late, you Annoyed. That was the first time you were angry with me in your life."

Song Xun blinked his eyes twice, and seemed to remember something in a trance.

"You were really outspoken that day, but thinking about it now makes people a little irritated." Qing Huan shook his head with a helpless expression.

"I, what did I say?" Song Xun couldn't remember clearly, after all, it wasn't his memory in this life, how could he remember it so clearly.

Qing Huan sighed: "Tell me, I must be with, with my junior sister...and my junior sister that night, and I did that shitty thing, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find time to see you."

Song Xun opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to recover.

Ouch, I didn't expect him to be such a person before, to dare to say that.

"Hehe, I was young at that time, and I didn't know that you were a god..." Song Xun laughed dryly, and didn't know what to say, but kept looking at Qinghuan with his eyes.

Qing Huan didn't care about it, and put the book in his hand into his sleeve: "The second room on the right is your room, the things have been picked up, you go and have a look. If there is any dissatisfaction..."

"No, no, how can you be dissatisfied with the land of God?" Song Xun accompanied him with a smile, "You also know my previous house, well, what I mean is, I can do whatever you prepare." As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Qing Huan again, who knew that Qing Huan was staring at him, startled him, and immediately turned his eyes away.

"Go and have a look." Qing Huan didn't say anything, and stared at Song Xun with a pair of eyes, as if trying to see through him, "Ah Xun..."

Song Xun, who was about to leave, suddenly heard what Qing Huan said, his body froze, and he turned his head to look at Qing Huan stiffly: "God, what else does God have to say?"

"No, it's nothing." Qing Huan shook his head, then remembered something, and said again, "I have a name, and it's called Qing Huan. You don't have to call me God God God God."

Song Xun nodded, turned around and walked towards his own room with messy steps.

Looking at Song Xun's swaying back, Qing Huan shook his head, not knowing what to say.In the past, he and Song Xun were not like this.But, after thinking about it for a while, it seems that it is better now, there is no quarrel, no complaint, no hatred, everything... is over.

Qing Huan raised his head and looked at the plum blossoms not far away, just like the red plum blossoms on Mount Shu back then, very delicate and beautiful.It's just that, without Bai Xue, the artistic conception of the past is gone.He thought for a while, then reached out from his sleeve and took out the book he was reading just now, and wiped the book with his right hand, a book turned into a jug of wine.

The top-notch daughter Hong is exactly the same as the one he bought for Song Xun back then.

He casually changed a cup out and poured a small cup.After drinking a glass of wine, the wine is still the same pot of wine, but the taste has changed.

"I also want to say why you are rushing back to this yard? It's because of this glass of wine?" The woman in a light blue dress smiled and said, "Ah Sheng, when did you become so addicted to alcohol?"

"Qing Huan, Lian Su, my name is not A Sheng." Qing Huan placed the jug under the plum blossom tree, looked at the woman with a faint smile, "Why can't you always change?"

Lian Su shrugged and deliberately elongated her voice: "Ah~ I still like it when you call me Du Chengsu in a serious manner, or A Su is also fine. Like, I still like to call you A Sheng."

Qing Huan shook his head, looked up at the direction of Song Xun's room: "It's all about the past life, the past life is the past life, and today is the present. I don't like to bring things from the past life into the present."

"...Does it include feelings?" Lian Su paused for a while, and then asked again, "I, we have gone through three lifetimes, those feelings, you..."

"You also said that it was a catastrophe, a catastrophe that we had to go through." Qing Huan shook his head, "Sit quietly by the small window and read carefully."

Lian Su was taken aback for a moment, then laughed again: "Hey, I was just joking, why do you still act like you're going to the Western Heaven Buddha to visit the Buddha? It's weird."

"Visiting the Buddha in the Western Heaven?" Qing Huan repeated, "I hope there won't be such a day, that's not a good way to feel at ease."

Song Xun has always had a strong sense of direction. Although the Shangchen Palace is a bit bigger, it is still very easy to find his own room.

His house seemed to be isolated on purpose, with a small front yard, and plum blossoms were also planted in the front yard, but it was not the red plum blossoms in the big front yard.Pushing the door open, a sense of familiarity comes over the surface.

The furnishings in the room are exactly the same as those in his previous room, well, the previous refers to the previous life.In that life, he was Qing Huan's apprentice, the one-handedly taught master's apprentice.Unfortunately……

It would be a lie to say that you are not moved, but... so what about being moved?

Song Xun leaned against the door, looking at the plum blossoms outside the door, his heart seemed to be filled with bitterness, very bitter.

Don't say it, God is really ruthless.Don't let him think about it but treat him like this, why bother?Who cares about these concerns?

right?Who cares?

He closed his eyes, unwilling to let the tears that had accumulated in their sockets flow out.

In the past, when he was his apprentice, he hated his master being kind to him.Why is this person so kind to him, but not to him alone?

You see, how sad it is.