The villain master does not believe that I love him

Hearing Master praise him, Ling Xinglan frowned, tightened the reins, and stopped in front of Lin Hexuan, smiling very happily, and the next second the smile became a bit forced.

Because Lin Hexuan asked: "I remember that I only taught you the art of riding a sword before, why did you suddenly learn how to ride a horse?"

Although he had witnessed the intimacy between Ling Xinglan and the young groom, he still hoped that the little apprentice could confess himself.

Ling Xinglan thought for a while: "I helped Senior Brother Jing sweep the mountains. I was bored when I was free. He taught me."

Brother Jing is a brick, so he can move it wherever it is needed.

"I see."

Lin Hexuan seemed to really believe his words, so he didn't ask any more questions, but walked to Xue Yi's side, got on his horse and sat behind Ling Xinglan.

"Master, Master?"

Ling Xinglan was a little at a loss, as if he was trapped in the arms of the man behind him, and there was a cold breath like ice and snow lingering at the tip of his nose——

That smell belongs to the master, maybe other people will only think that this smell is bland, cold, and repulsive, but Ling Xinglan doesn't know how many times he nestled in this person's arms after being happy/good, sniffing it lightly The calming breath, not only does not feel cold, but is especially loved.

His master didn't answer his words, but Snow Wing Pegasus neighed long and loudly, shaking its snow-colored, wavy mane, a pair of huge wings sprouted from the sturdy horse's back, and the snow-white feathers fell to the ground like petals, Driven by Lin Hexuan, it stared fiercely on all fours, stretched its wings, and leaped into the clouds in one fell swoop.

The high-altitude wind whistled past, and Tianma ran quickly in the clouds. Good horses were different, they ran fast and steadily, and Ling Xinglan felt that it was not bumpy at all.

He had never tried to fly at Qingping Racecourse, so he felt very fresh and amused, trying to control the reins, so that he ignored his master's increasingly condensed expression.

The little apprentice said in amazement: "I haven't tried to make a horse fly and run. It really is different from running on the ground."

But Lin Hexuan whispered in his ear: "This is not the difference between heaven and earth, but because the horse you are riding now is a god horse on Buzhou Mountain. There is only one horse in the world. How can mediocre horses in the racecourse be compared? In this world Most of the people are riding ordinary horses, Xiao wants to ride on a god horse, only a very small number of people who are not enlightened obviously already have a god horse, but they go out all day looking for ordinary horses to ride."

When Ling Xinglan heard this, she was a little annoyed.

He really likes this Fengshen and handsome Xue Yi, but he has already bought two ordinary lion horses outside. Hearing what Master loves and cherishes horses, if he knows that he already has a mount, he probably won't take these horses. Baby Snow Wing gave it to him.

So he retorted: "Master, I think what you said sounds reasonable, but it's not entirely true."

Lin Hexuan didn't expect Ling Xinglan to dare to have other opinions.

"Come and listen."

Ling Xinglan said seriously: "God horses are better than god horses, and ordinary horses are better than ordinary horses. The two are not incompatible. The best solution is to have them all!"

So send Xue Yi directly to him!

Seeing that he was serious with him, Lin Hexuan narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Tell me, what's so good about Fanma?"

Ling Xinglan reluctantly said: "Eh... all horses are kind and cute, smaller than the unattainable horses, good-natured, easy to feed, and even the best horses will get a little boring after a long time, so I think I can ride them instead. good."

Lin Hexuan pursed his lips after hearing Ling Xinglan's brilliant opinion.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Ling Xinglan plucked up the courage to ask in a low voice: "Then... is this horse for me?"

"Slip around and return to Mu Lianqing."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Ling Xinglan's eyes, and he nodded in frustration: "That's fine, ordinary Pegasus horses are also good."

Lin Hexuan was even more disappointed.

They both flew back disappointed.

Snow Wing Pegasus is quite spiritual, and noticed that the two people riding on him were disappointed, thinking that he was flying too badly, and he was also very disappointed in himself.

The disappointed two flew back to Jiufeng Palace in such a low mood.

---

Ling Xinglan returned to the side hall of Jiufeng Palace and saw several plates of his favorite snacks on the table. Cuisheng was sitting beside him peeling the newly delivered rose grapes, and Dan Ding could only obediently watch beside him.

The ham and egg yolk crisp is Cuisheng's best dessert, and he only makes three at a time, each of which is the size of the palm of his hand.A layer of sesame seeds is evenly sprinkled on the browned and soft crispy dough, and Jinhua ham and egg yolk are wrapped in it. It is crispy and delicious, and has always been Ling Xinglan's favorite.

Next to it is a plate of ripe chestnuts in early autumn, a plate of blood mushrooms with spiritual energy, and a cup of clear spiritual tea.

Ling Xinglan ate something to relieve his depressed mood, and asked casually: "Cuisheng, what have you learned from learning swords with Elder Mu recently?"

"It's good to be with Elder Mu, but the sword moves I learn are different every day. I'm stupid by nature, and I can't learn some of them." Cuisheng said sullenly.

Ling Xinglan said again: "My troubles are exactly the opposite of yours."

"Isn't it okay for Master to teach you how to learn swords?" Cuisheng showed a puzzled look. After asking this sentence, he quickly added another sentence, "Are you going to speak ill of Master Master? What about the jade pendant?" ? Are you not afraid that he will hear?"

"It's okay, he is very soft-hearted towards me. After grinding a few times that day, he sealed the little bird's eyes. Only when he was away from the body did the teacher feel the reaction."

Ling Xinglan blinked triumphantly, of course he wouldn't tell Cuisheng how it was done.

"Then tell me quickly, how did the master teach you?"

Cuisheng was also very curious.

Ling Xinglan said while eating: "Master always corrects and instructs those few sword strokes back and forth. In my opinion, the posture is obviously the same, and the effect of the punches is also the same. I don't know why I have to teach it repeatedly. I feel a little bored, but out of consideration for his face, I dare not tell him."

He eats like a little squirrel with his cheeks stuffed to the brim, and he speaks very fast, so to Lin Hexuan who just came to the door, he heard the intermittent voice below: "Master...correct...the posture is almost the same... Repeatedly... bored... face... dare not tell him."

Lin Hexuan:?

"Young master's disposition is a bit fond of the new and dislike the old. This is not watching a play. Why do you need so many tricks? After all, Master Shi Zu is old, calm and introverted, and his style of doing things is also like this." Cuisheng comforted Ling Xinglan.

Ling Xinglan hadn't noticed Lin Hexuan's arrival yet, and sighed: "It's calm enough, every time I feel drowsy, only at the last moment I managed to lift up my spirits and shouted harder, to let him know that my physical strength is exhausted. Please let me go."

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, wondering, could the air in early autumn have such a freezing temperature?It was like a super powerful air conditioner was blowing on his back.

"Master, Master Master? Why are you here?"

Cuisheng stood up winkingly, and pulled the melon-eating Dan Ding to hide together.

Lin Hexuan said coldly: "If I don't come, I'm afraid I will never hear some people's heartfelt words."

"Did you hear it all?"

Ling Xinglan showed a remorseful expression.

"At least next time you beg me, I won't listen to you little liar again."

Lin Hexuan thought that he was the one who took the initiative to provoke him every time, but in the end Ling Xinglan burst into tears, clutching the bedding pitifully, as if he couldn't bear it.

Ling Xinglan knew that he was angry as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said: "I just think that the moves of practicing swords are similar, there is no other meaning. I like learning swords from you the most. I haven't been lazy recently. Don't be angry!"

"...What does this have to do with practicing swords?"

Seeing Lin Hexuan's slightly dazed look, Ling Xinglan immediately fell into doubt.

"Just now Cuisheng told me that Elder Mu teaches different sword moves every day. I comforted him by saying that you teach the same every day. I feel a little boring. What do you think?"

It turned out to be about practicing swords...

Lin Hexuan came to his senses, looked at the young apprentice's pure and innocent eyes, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "No matter what you learn, you must be steady and steady. Mu Lianqing didn't teach well, and his horse is gone."

"Huh? Elder Mu's horse is gone." Ling Xinglan stared at him blankly.

Lin Hexuan patted the little apprentice's head lovingly: "That snow wing is yours now."

It was night, Ling Xinglan was copying books and practicing calligraphy in the study.

Although after he regained his memory, he no longer needed to read the Four Books and Five Classics to enlighten his mind, but his handwriting was still first-class and scribbled, so he had to practice it.

Lin Hexuan saw that he was writing crookedly, as if he hadn't yet turned into a human body, and it was not his hand but his claws that held the pen, so he couldn't help frowning, and grabbed his hand.

"What's the effect of practicing calligraphy like this? Why don't you use the pen I gave you?"

Ling Xinglan's hand paused, and the wet nib of the pen smudged a small ink blob on the white paper.

He raised his head and said with a smile: "I can't rely on external things for everything, I rely on you, Master."

The Huiming magic brush that his master gave him is useful, but he doesn't want to rely on external objects to write well, so he would rather bury his head in hard work than use that magic brush.

The young man's skin was snow-white, with a jade-like luster under the dim candlelight, his long black hair was scattered behind him, and his thick and slender eyelashes cast beautiful shadows under his eyelids.

"Then I will teach you."

Lin Hexuan held his hand.

Ling Xinglan thought that his master was really going to teach him to write, so he wrote a few pens diligently, when he suddenly felt his body lighten, and was hugged by his waist.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ling Xinglan was pushed down on the table by Lin Hexuan, and the books and pens on the desk fell to the ground in a mess. He felt the warmth of his hands gradually descending, and he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Isn't this method more impressive to you? You are right, our teaching content should be richer, so that you will not feel bored."

The tiny tip of the pen moved around his collarbone, causing waves of fine itches.

The end of Ling Xing's appendix eyes was slightly red, like a rain-wet peach blossom, struggling under pressure, aggrieved and said it was very itchy.

"It will itch even more..."

Lin Hexuan started writing.

---

When Dan Ding was cleaning the room the next day, he suddenly saw something glowing faintly in a small corner under the bed, and when he picked it up, he found that it was the Huiming magic brush that Lin Hexuan had given to Mr. Ling before.

"My lord, I found your money back for you, where should I put it?" Dan Ding asked him.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xinglan's baby was lost and found, and there was no joy on his face, but his cheeks turned red suspiciously.

"I've used up this pen, so I don't want it anymore."

"Isn't this good, why throw it away?"

Dan Ding asked puzzledly.

Ling Xinglan took the magic pen, snapped it in half from the middle, and threw it into Dan Ding's arms.

"It's broken now, take it and throw it away."

Dan Ding: "..."

"and many more."

Ling Xinglan stopped Dan Ding who turned to leave again, went to the bed and took out another pen, and broke another one with a click.

"Throw this one away, too."

Dan Ding: "...Yes."

The author has something to say: something happened at home today, I feel that the writing is a bit rough, I have time to fix it.