fell into a pit book

When Hang Hehuan returned to the abode on Wanji Mountain, he went to Leng Qingjue as usual.

Leng Qingjue was sitting in the inner room reading a book, it seemed no different from yesterday.

"Master."

"Ah."

Hang Hehuan waited for a while, saw that Leng Qingjue didn't seem to be able to speak anymore, but it was not good, so he just left, so he hung down the belt and wrapped the ribbon around his fingers, loosened it, and wrapped it again .

Just when she was having fun alone, Leng Qingjue suddenly said, "Where did you go today?"

"Ah?" Hang Hehuan hadn't reacted yet, but subconsciously looked at Leng Qingjue, only to find that the book in Leng Qingjue's hand had already been put aside, and he didn't know how long he had been reading it.Hastily removed the ribbon that was still wrapped around her finger, and replied: "Ah, um, I went to Master Bie's place in Liujing Mountain."

Leng Qingjue continued: "What did you do?"

Hang Hehuan thought to himself, isn't it a little unusual for Leng Qingjue's words today?

"Master Bie invited me to drink tea, and then I came back."

After hearing what Hang Hehuan said, Leng Qingjue stopped asking, but picked up the book again and continued to read.

Hang Hehuan quietly glanced out the window, it was still early, even if he wanted to leave, it was no longer an excuse for yesterday.

But even if he leaves here, he doesn't seem to have any good places to go, so it's better to stand here, it can't be said that he can cultivate the relationship between master and apprentice.

Hang Hehuan made up his mind, and continued to play the game that was interrupted by Leng Qingjue just now.

Leng Qingjue saw her actions, but didn't say anything, just let her play.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that someone knocked on the door that the silence in the house ended.

"Master."

It wasn't clear what he heard through the door, but it was a young girl's voice.

Leng Qingjue didn't respond either, but the outer door opened.

The person's footsteps were very light, and his movements were extremely quiet, anyway, Hang Hehuan didn't hear any movement while standing in the inner room.It was only after a while that the outside door was closed and there was another sound.

Hang Hehuan thought about it for a while and knew that it was the little junior sister named Ah Ling that Ning Zhan had mentioned had come to deliver the meal.

Thinking of food, Hang Hehuan felt a little hungry. Just as he was about to tell Leng Qingjue to go back to eat, Leng Qingjue over there put down his book and took a step forward and said, "Let's eat here tonight."

Hang Hehuan blinked, looked at the back of Leng Qingjue who had gone outside, and said in his heart: "Today's Leng Qingjue, there seems to be something really wrong..."

It's not right, it's not right, anyway, you still have to eat it.

Hang Hehuan sat down opposite Leng Qingjue, Leng Qingjue poured a cup of tea and pushed it down in front of her, the meaning could not be more obvious: let her drink tea first.

But the impact of the sip of green bamboo tea she drank today was too great, and now she felt bitter in her mouth when she saw this yellow-green clear liquid.

Leng Qingjue looked up at her, picked up the cup and took a sip, "Tangli tea."

Hang Hehuan rubbed the rim of the cup, still embarrassed.

Leng Qingjue put down the cup and said, "It tastes sweet."

Sweet?Is that sweet?

Leng Qingjue shouldn't be so bored as to lie to her...

With these small thoughts in mind, Hang Hehuan raised the cup, took a sip tentatively, and immediately drank half of the cup after finding that it was really sweet.

There was a sweet taste in my mouth, and my mood immediately improved a lot.

After Leng Qingjue moved her chopsticks, she also began to eat, but it was necessary to behave properly.

After all, the person sitting opposite is my master.

After the meal was over, Leng Qingjue took a sip of the tangli, with the same cold look on his face, "Stay with me, don't be restrained."

Hang Hehuan held the cup to look at Leng Qingjue, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"So what stimulated Leng Qingjue today?? Could it be the budding of a master-student relationship? But... this approach doesn't seem too Leng Qingjue..."

I thought about this in my heart, but I answered "yes" obediently.

Leng Qingjue's series of abnormal behaviors today did not make Hang Hehuan, who has always been big-hearted, take it to heart.It's just that the plot collapsed, and when it was time to rest, he just talked to Leng Qingjue, and then went to sleep in his own room.

Well, to be unrestrained is to start with sleep.

She had no dreams all night, and she slept so comfortably that she wasn't too surprised to find that there was an extra person at the table when she went to the outside room for breakfast after washing up.

The person sitting at the table waved a plain bamboo fan and said with a smile: "Little nephew, good morning."

Hang Hehuan put his face together and turned his eyes on the person who came.The people who came were wearing plain clothes, but they were covered with a layer of dark green gauze, which made them look less immortal and more bookish.Good-looking, with an amiable smile, but there is a bit of casualness in the sitting posture, revealing the uninhibitedness that was intentionally concealed.

Well, the person who came here was none other than her troubled brother——Shang Qingchen.

As the same person who was stabbed to death by the protagonist, Hang Hehuan quickly shortened the distance, sat down opposite Shang Qingchen, made a cup of tea and pushed it to him.

"Is Uncle Shang here to look for Master?"

Shang Qingchen drank all the tea and answered irrelevant questions, "There are very few Tang pears, and your master really loves you."

Hang Hehuan lowered his head and covered his expression, but he was roaring in his heart: "Fuck, can you make people have a good meal early in the morning?! Why did you come to me to express your thoughts?"

Shang Qingchen put down his teacup and decided to get straight to the point, "Little Martial Nephew, when you were on the hillside of Liujing Mountain yesterday, did you do something?"

"What did Uncle Shang say?"

Hang Hehuan's heart fluttered, but he could only pretend to be stupid for the time being.

Shang Qingchen put away his fan, stretched out the middle finger of his right hand, and said with a smile: "I remember, it was this movement, right?"

Hang Hehuan's eyes widened immediately, and he said in surprise, "You too...?!"

"Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Hang Hehuan held his forehead and said weakly: "I thought I was the only one who fell into this pit book..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he became alert and asked, "Where is my master?"

If Leng Qingjue was here, according to her cultivation base, her words just now would probably be listened to.

However, Shang Qing and Chen continued to shake their fans, and said leisurely: "Anxin washes the way, I have dismissed her a long time ago, she should be talking to the head now, after all, it is better to be cautious when recognizing such an important occasion. Well."

After confirming the safety of the environment, Hang Hehuan reassuredly complained: "It's really against the law for you to speak neon language under Shang Qingchen's skin."

Shang Qingchen closed the fan, coughed awkwardly, and argued: "I'm not too excited to meet a fellow."

Hang Hehuan twitched the corner of his mouth, not wanting to argue about it, so he asked directly: "How did you fall into this book?"

Mentioning this, Shang Qingchen was also very helpless, "How do I know, I posted a book review saying that Leng Qingjue had something with her chief disciple, and then passed out, and when I woke up, I found that I had already passed out. I fell into this pit book..."

"What a coincidence?! I was complaining about the protagonist's relationship with his master in the book review section, and I fell in before I finished fighting!!"

……

The two looked at each other speechlessly for a while, and then said at the same time: "Damn!"

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