fell into a pit book

People were still coming and going on the street, but there was a vacuum in one place, and the passers-by gave way one after another. Even the vendor who was selling hairpins just now moved his stall, leaving a big enough space for the two masters and apprentices who had been separated for dozens of days. Space.

But the two master and apprentice still stood facing each other without speaking.

Hang Hehuan, with a stiff expression on her face, actually wanted to laugh in her heart. During the few days when she was bored in the room, she actually thought about one question most of the time, and that was everything about her meeting with Leng Qingjue again.

On what occasion, when will we meet, what will we say and do when we meet... If Leng Qingjue sees her, it's okay to beat her up or stab her with a sword, what worries her the most One question is, what if Leng Qingjue never sees her again?Hang Hehuan didn't dare to think about it, she felt faintly that if she continued to think about it, sooner or later she would expose a problem that she had been deliberately ignoring for a long time.

After thinking so much, it's not that he didn't think of the possibility that Leng Qingjue would come to find her, but he felt that the possibility was so slim that he couldn't see it, so he crossed it out in his heart.

"Don't you want it?"

Leng Qingjue passed the thing in his hand forward again, and Hang Hehuan subconsciously went to catch it, but after reacting, he had already grabbed the hand that Leng Qingjue was about to take back, and said without thinking: "It was originally for Master. .”

Leng Qingjue looked at her hand that was caught by her, raised the corner of her lower lip imperceptibly, but quickly pressed it down again.

Hang Hehuan also woke up from his own world, realized what he said when he put it down, and then looked at the hand he was holding, thinking that he seemed to be over the line, just put the thing back in Leng Qingjue's hand and soon Let go.But her hand failed to fall back to her side smoothly, but was stopped by Leng Qingjue halfway.Hang Hehuan only tried to draw back and was easily suppressed by Leng Qingjue. In the past few days, she was with Shang Qingchen and Zhang Lingge all day long, and she almost forgot that her master's cultivation was far away from her own. above.

Leng Qingjue stuffed the thing back into Hang Hehuan's empty hand, but he was holding Hang Hehuan's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he gently opened her five fingers clenched in a fist, and stroked her slightly cool fingertips. There was a burn mark on his palm, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, "What's going on."

Hang Hehuan was a little itchy from the scratching that didn't belong to him, and he wanted to curl up his fingers involuntarily, but he was still held down by Leng Qingjue.

It seems that if you don't answer Leng Qingjue, you won't let yourself go easily, Hang Hehuan sighed slightly in your heart, and said: "It's okay, it's just that the disciple accidentally scratched something..."

"lie."

Leng Qingjue's simple and clear words interrupted Hang Hehuan's excuse, but Hang Hehuan's ears turned red when he heard the words.It's not that she is thin-skinned, it's that Leng Qingjue's "lie" is too sexy...

Although Leng Qingjue didn't get the answer from Hang Hehuan, but after glancing at the string of pearls hanging steadily on her waist, she became concerned.

The hand holding Hang Hehuan's wrist exerted strength unconsciously, but quickly withdrew the strength.Silently, he took out a blue porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper, poured some into Hang Hehuan's palm, and put it away again.Putting his two fingers together, he gently spread the potion evenly on her palm.

Hang Hehuan looked down at the light cyan liquid in his palm which quickly became transparent under Leng Qingjue's rubbing. It turned out to be more delicate.

There is no need to ask about the potion with such miraculous effects, Hang Hehuan also knows that it must be produced by Qingyuan Mountain.

Leng Qingjue looked carefully again, and after confirming that there was no scar left, she let go of her hand.

Hang Hehuan secretly put the palms that had become hot from the friction of the deserted Jue's fingertips in the middle, as if to keep the heat.

Leng Qingjue looked at her from top to bottom, and asked, "Is it okay?"

That day in Wanji Mountain, she was seriously injured by those people due to the influence of her left arm, and there were many injuries on her body.

Hang Hehuan only nodded, feeling a little restless in his heart.

wrong.

Leng Qingjue also nodded, "That's good." Then he asked: "Is Xiangliu's poison still recurring?"

Hang Hehuan still did not speak, but shook her head.The anxiety in my heart didn't dissipate with this shaking of the head, but it accumulated more and more.

Very wrong.

Leng Qingjue said calmly, "Okay."

After that, he didn't speak anymore, the master and apprentice just stood face to face in silence.

There seemed to be something clamoring in Hang Hehuan's heart, which made the anxiety in her heart jump up even more.There shouldn't be such peace between them!At least, it shouldn't be like this!

There are still crowds of people around, and there are still noisy voices of selling.But these seem to be separated by an invisible layer, and nothing can be between the two of them.

Leng Qingjue's patience is superb, even if he just stands like this for a day, I'm afraid it won't be a problem.And Hang Hehuan just happened to know about Leng Qingjue. After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't help but opened his mouth, with a bit of hatred, and said, "Why is Master looking for me? I'm a monster! Master Are you not afraid that your reputation will be burdened by me?!"

After listening to her, Leng Qingjue actually curled the corners of his mouth with an obvious smile, "I thought you wouldn't ask."

If it wasn't for this occasion, Hang Hehuan would definitely be fascinated by Leng Qingjue's smile and forget what he wanted to ask.But at this moment, Hang Hehuan felt that this smile was extremely annoying, and said angrily: "At least the master has not expelled me from the master's school. As a disciple, why should I think about it for the master? The master has already thought about it When did you expel the disciple?"

Seeing that Leng Qingjue did not speak, Hang Hehuan became more and more angry in his heart. He completely lost the scruples he had when he first came here, and said: "It seems that Master has already made up his mind to expel me, right? Why don't you do it as soon as possible?" It's better to go away, lest someone see you and ruin your reputation and spend your time explaining!"

Leng Qingjue looked at Hang Hehuan who had never even spoken loudly to her before, but now he was mocking and mocking her.Reluctantly wanting to reach out to touch her hair, Hang Hehuan stubbornly took a step back.

Leng Qingjue froze for a moment, paused for a while, then retracted the empty hand, quietly clenched it by his side and then let it go, the movement was extremely fast.Then he took off the long piano that was carried behind him, took a step towards Hang Hehuan, and motioned for her to take the piano.Hang Hehuan hadn't reacted for a while, she was getting angry just now, why did Leng Qingjue take the piano?Adding to the fun?

In a daze, Leng Qingjue took the things in her hands and put them away, letting Hang Hehuan hold the piano with both hands.

Hang Hehuan lowered her head to look at the piano. If she hadn't been too familiar with Wan Ji, she would have thought that it was a Qixian that wanted to imitate Wan Ji but couldn't be an anti-dog.

Wan Ji's five strings are not only familiar to her, but also the whole Xuanmen.But if it wasn't for the fact that the special patterns on it were consistent with the ones she used to see, she wouldn't dare to mistake it for Wan Ji.

Leng Qingjue took another half step towards Hang Hehuan, raised his hand and plucked one of the two newly added strings, accompanied by the sound of the strings, said: "This one is for you." Then he plucked the other string, There was another sound, and said: "This one is also you."

Hearing Leng Qingjue's words, Hang Hehuan was a little dazed: What, what does this mean? ?But no matter what it means, it seems to be very touching... Then, should she express it?

Thinking in my heart, I had already reacted physiologically.His eyes, which were originally able to reach [-] vision, are now covered by a mist of water, and he can't even see the face of Leng Qingjue who is right in front of him.

Leng Qingjue looked at Hang Hehuan, whose tears were falling in strings but didn't make a sound, and couldn't help but feel more and more distressed.Taking another step forward, he gently put his arms around her, slowly running his hands on her back, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

Sorry for not being by your side when you needed it most.

Hang Hehuan cried even more fiercely, Leng Qingjue pressed her head lightly in his arms, and let her cry slowly.Feeling the wet clothes, those tears seemed to not only fall on the clothes, but also into her heart.

Hang Hehuan didn't intend to cry at first, and he didn't feel how wronged he was.But as soon as she heard Leng Qingjue say "I'm sorry", she immediately felt as if she had been greatly wronged, and she didn't want to do anything except cry.

People are so strange.

The street is still bustling, and the passers-by seem to be unaware of what happened here.