fell into a pit book

Leng Qingjue and Hang Hehuan, master and apprentice, had nothing to say when they returned to Wanji Mountain.

After washing, Hang Hehuan lay straight on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tent, but her mind was replaying everything she saw in the illusion today over and over again.

"calls me……"

Just thinking about it made Hang Hehuan's heart beat faster again.

"Ahhhh, why do I want to think about this kind of thing!! Can I still go through the plot well!!——"

As he said that, he hugged his head and rubbed it, his hair was messed up, and he buried himself under the quilt as if it wasn't enough.I read brokenly in my heart: "Leng Qingjue is the master, the master is Leng Qingjue, Leng Qingjue is the master, the master is Leng Qingjue..." After repeating this for a long time, I didn't think I fell asleep, but the more I read, the more energetic I became. .She didn't pull off the quilt until she was really stuffy in the quilt, took a few deep breaths, and regained her composure.

Turning his head sideways, he looked at the cold moonlight coming in from the half-opened and half-closed window, which illuminated the tables and chairs in front of the window very clearly.Not a moment later, she felt her eyelids drooping, she fell asleep quickly without any resistance.Maybe he was tired, and after falling asleep, he would feel dead, without any perception of his surroundings.

Therefore, she would not even notice that Leng Qingjue had entered the house.

Leng Qingjue just stood at the head of Hang Hehuan's bed, looking down at her.After a long time, like a test, Leng Qingjue stretched out his right hand and lightly touched her eyebrows with his index finger.Hang Hehuan was in a deep sleep, with a very peaceful expression on his face.After a while, the index finger moved slowly and touched her lips.

The lips under the finger carried a warm temperature, which was transmitted to the cold fingertips. The finger seemed to be greedy for this temperature, and actually pressed the fingertips to it, not only that, but also rubbed against it.Feeling something in his sleep, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, but the tip of his tongue touched Leng Qingjue's fingertips.His fingertips were swept by the hotter wet and soft thing, but he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Leng Qingjue took half a step back, pursed her thin and shallow lips, and there was an extremely rare annoyance in her expression.Glancing at Hang Hehuan who was still sleeping soundly, he stepped forward to tuck her in the quilt, and left the room without stopping.

The moonlight coming in from the casement is still cold and bright, but it has only shifted its position.

In the early morning of the second day, Hang Hehuan just got up and finished washing when he heard a sound, as if something was knocking on the window.She looked sideways at the window, and there was a little red bird landed on her window lattice, pecking at the wood with its pointed beak.When Hang Hehuan saw the little sparrow, he knew that it was the sparrow used by the head to communicate.I don't know why this little sparrow was sent to Wanji Mountain, but it always landed in her room.Hang Hehuan put down the handkerchief in his hand, went to the window and gently grabbed the little bird skillfully, and prepared to send it to Leng Qingjue.

As soon as Hang Hehuan entered Leng Qingjue's yard, he saw that Leng Qingjue was practicing sword, which was rare, and the sword in his hand was not Su He.Although Hang Hehuan was curious in his heart, he just held the sparrow in his hand, stood aside and watched without making a sound.

After Leng Qingjue practiced a set of sword skills, she took a sword flower at the end before putting away her sword, and stood still on the spot to adjust her breath.

Seeing her stop, Hang Hehuan walked over and said, "Master, the head of the sect has sent Xinling."

"Ah."

After adjusting breath, Leng Qingjue opened his eyes and handed the sword in his hand to Hang Hehuan.Hang Hehuan took it without knowing it, but the bird in his hand was replaced by Leng Qingjue's palm.

She didn't have a free hand anymore, so she held the sword in both hands, holding the hilt in one hand and holding the sword flat in the other.There is still residual warmth on the hilt of the sword, the body of the sword is dark purple in color, the width of the sword is more than two fingers, and the length is about two feet.There is also a groove in the middle of the sword body, the color is slightly brighter than it, and it is also purple.The hilt of the sword is neither thick nor thin, and Hang Hehuan's grip is just right, and there are some complicated embossed patterns on it that just go around the hilt.He weighed it quietly, reckoning it weighed at least two hundred catties, but it wasn't too heavy for her, that is, it was just right for her hand.

"Like it."

Leng Qingjue's voice sounded above Hang Hehuan's head, Hang Hehuan was staring at the sword in his hand with full eyes, admiring it happily, and responded casually: "I like it!"

"Yours."

"Okay..." Hang Hehuan happily responded before realizing something was wrong, and immediately raised his head to look at Leng Qingjue, and said, "Uh, master, you, what did you just say?"

Leng Qingjue raised his palm up, and the little sparrow in his palm chirped and flew away with flapping wings, saying, "This sword belongs to you."

Although Hang Hehuan liked the sword, he hesitated and said: "But Master, I haven't turned eighteen yet, so according to the rules, I shouldn't be able to wear a sword, right?"

Leng Qingjue slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "It's almost full."

Hang Hehuan was stunned for a moment, her master actually laughed?And laughing...it's still so foul-looking! !Taking advantage of the time when Hang Hehuan was in a daze, Leng Qingjue took a piece of floating jade, and lightly put it on Hang Hehuan's temple, and rubbed her fingers against her ear, intentionally or unintentionally.Hang Hehuan was agitated by the coolness coming from the tips of his ears, and he came back to his senses, "Master?"

Leng Qingjue didn't answer the question, but just said two words that made Hang Hehuan even more confused: "Very good."

"Master, did you mean this sword?"

Leng Qingjue suppressed the smile on his face, stretched out his hand and turned over the sword held in Hang Hehuan's hand, and rubbed his fingers on the side of the sword near the hilt, "This sword is called Yiduan, and it is the sword of Ming Dynasty. Forged by the West, from now on, it will be yours."

Hang Hehuan lowered her head to look at the place where Leng Qingjue brushed past just now, and saw two square characters, but it was hard to recognize, and she could see a word "Yi" vaguely, "Master, really give me ?”

"Ah."

Hang Hehuan raised his face, the smile on his face was brighter than the rising sun in the east, "Thank you, Master!"

Leng Qingjue paused for a moment before saying, "Yes."

Handed Yiduan's scabbard to Hang Hehuan, and Hang Hehuan took it and put Yiduan into it carefully.The baby was hugged tightly in his arms, the smile on his face hadn't faded, but he looked really happy.

"very happy?"

"Ok!"

"Then at Sishi today, let's go to Lingsang and stay for three months."

"Huh!...Huh? Master, you, what did you say??"

Hang Hehuan's eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if he heard it wrong.Leng Qingjue laughed again, and even laughed out loud, although the voice was soft but it was true.Hang Hehuan said depressedly: "Master won't be pierced, right? Why do you always laugh today?"

Leng Qingjue coughed softly, smiled, and said: "The head of the sect sent a message that the first disciples of all the mountains will gather in Lingsang at Sishi today, and practice for three months."

Hang Hehuan tightened his hand holding the sword, "Master..."

Leng Qingjue crushed the floating jade lightly twisted between his fingers and let it fall, "I must go."

Hang Hehuan was crying, she felt that the crushed petals were her who came out of Lingsang three months later—the fragrance disappeared and the jade died! !Leng Qingjue continued to raise her hand abnormally, and patted Hang Hehuan's hair twice lightly, "Don't worry." Then he turned and went into the room.

Hang Hehuan touched the place where he had just been photographed with one hand, and thought to himself, "Is this considered comfort?" But no matter whether it was true or not, his mood really improved a lot.After dawdling for a while, after confirming that it was impossible for Leng Qingjue to come out and say that he didn't need to go, he went back to his room to pack his things and prepare to go to Lingsang.

In the room, Leng Qingjue, who was sitting in front of the piano table, raised his hand and touched the strings of Wan Ji, and with a hook of his fingertips, a syllable escaped.After a while of silence, melodious laughter like the sound of a piano slowly echoed in the room.

Hang Hehuan was right next door, and Leng Qingjue didn't deliberately hide it, on the contrary, he meant to let her hear it on purpose, so the smile fell into Hang Hehuan's ears without a sound.Hang Hehuan listened for a long time, and just wanted to reach out to rub his hot ears, but accidentally touched the floating jade on the sideburns.The corner of his mouth twitched lightly, and he still carefully took off the floating jade and put it on the palm of his hand.The pure white and fragrant floating jade flowers looked lovely, but they should have been on the tree but ran to her sideburns. Who did it, she didn't even want to know.

He said under his heart: "No wonder it's so abnormal today, it turned out to be me to relieve boredom..." Ming Guiming, but still must have missed the wrong teeth, "So when did Leng Qingjue develop such a hobby?"