Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

Only then did he realize that he had indeed left a large cloak in the side hall.

At that time, after Xiao Zhuo was taken out of the ice room, before he walked back to the side hall, the Son of Heaven in his arms had a faint sense of sobriety, but this waking up had no effect, it just made him unconsciously go He leaned on him, and his hands became restless.

After hanging down his eyes and seeing the posture of a certain person about to get into his arms, Chu Huan resisted the thought of throwing him on the ground, took off his cloak, and wrapped the person in his arms including his head. get up...

Seeing that Xiao Zhuo in the Shadow Lingzhu didn't do anything else, Chu Huan didn't continue to look at it, thinking that Xiao Zhuo put it in to return the clothes to him when he came.

Although he doesn't want that dress anymore.

Not long after, a series of bird cries sounded outside the window, and the little oriole that had completed the task flew in from the window with a sense of triumph, landed on the long table and shook its short legs In a flash, he walked up to Chu Huan.

"Chirp!"

Chu Huan saw its happy expression begging for praise, and threw it a few more Spiritual Source Pills.

"well done."

The little squirrel nodded while chewing, her black bean-like eyes were full of happiness.

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Cultivation has no time, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The air of the entire Southern Continent was drizzling, and everything seemed to have been washed. The fairy grass was covered with water droplets, and the fresh earthy smell permeated the air, which made the Tianyan Sect, which was already filled with fairy spirit, even more beautiful. mystery.

Occasionally, oil-paper umbrellas of various colors can be seen on the road in the sect, although monks can already form a barrier with their own spiritual power to achieve the purpose of sheltering from the rain.But a group of juniors are uneasy. Every time it rains, they hold a mortal umbrella and walk on the path listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella.

At this time, in the pavilion of Linghua Peak, Chu Huan, dressed in white with silver patterns, walked over from the side holding cinnabar. Before he reached the table, his footsteps stopped.

I saw that the long table that was originally neatly arranged was now in a mess, with various yellow talisman papers placed horizontally, vertically, left and right, the pen holder on the side was also knocked down, and the piece of talisman paper in the upper right corner was still covered with paper. The water got wet, and several sheets of paper stuck together, which looked very garish.

After Chu Huan got closer, he saw the small mud footprints on the top yellow paper, and immediately knew who did it.He put the cinnabar box in his hand on the table, turned around and looked around in the corner, and then saw the little oriole that was drenched in the rain, shivering and afraid to look at him.

"Chirp, chirp..." The little squirrel's fur was completely soaked, and after seeing that she had caused trouble, she didn't have the courage to fly to Chu Huan's shoulders as confidently as before.

"What did you do?" Chu Huan walked to the corner and picked up the shivering little squirrel, and dried its fur with spiritual power.

The Nawuque could have sheltered from the rain, but now it seems that the little oriole was caught in the rain when he had nothing to do, and accidentally stepped on his talisman paper when he came over.

"Chirp~" After the little oriole's feathers dried, it shook in Chu Huan's hand, and then rubbed its head against Chu Huan's fingertips fawningly.

Seeing its flattering look, Chu Huan smiled at it, and then walked to the table with one of its little black paws without mercy.

After a while, the boy outside the attic knocked on the door and wanted to report something.

After hearing Chu Huan's consent, he opened the door and walked in.

This boy was originally the person in charge of the sect, and was brought here by Chu Huan a few days ago, and has been waiting outside the attic ever since.

If someone else comes, let him know, if Xiao Zhuo comes, he will directly refuse.

Since nothing happened, Xiao Zhuo has been running here every day, once or twice is enough, but he came to look for it every day, he really didn't want to see that face again.

After the little boy walked to the room where Chu Huan was, he saw the little oriole dangling upside down in front of the table while being held by the ankle by a black rope.

It's not that he wants to pay attention, but the fact is that this scene is too eye-catching, a little yellow is hung on the shelf, shaking and screaming.

"What's the matter?" Chu Huan asked without looking up.

The little boy immediately came back to his senses and saluted, "Elder Xuanhong just called you over and asked you to go with senior brother Chang Zhuo."

After hearing this, Chu Huan paused, and then said: "Go and call Chang Zhuo over."

"Yes." The boy bowed again and left.

After the door was closed, Chu Huan stood up and took off the rope that tied the little oriole, then stretched out his index finger and flicked the little oriole that had just stood up, following his movements, the little oriole With a bang, he fell backwards.

"chirp"

"Let's go, I'm going to your master's place." Chu Huan glanced at the little oriole lying on the long table and pretending to be dead.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" After hearing this sentence, the little oriole immediately stood up with a flick of its calf, jumped off the long table with its tail twisted happily, and flew out from the open window beside it.

This time it remembered to take shelter from the rain.

Chu Huan didn't wait long outside the door when Xiao Tong brought Xiao Zhuo over.

"Master!" Xiao Zhuo walked over with an ink-colored oil-paper umbrella painted with bamboo leaves, looked carefully, and held another white umbrella in his hand.

When Chu Huan saw him coming, he got up and walked into the rain. Before he could speak, the smiling young man in front of him handed him the white oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"I don't need an umbrella."

"It's raining today, if you hold an umbrella, the scenery must be very beautiful, Master, let's take it~" Xiao Zhuo passed the umbrella forward, and looked at Chu Huan expectantly.

Chu Huan glanced at the person in front of him, and he was still in a good mood, so he didn't refuse him anymore, and took him over.

The white oil-paper umbrella is much more delicate than the ink umbrella after it is opened. It depicts a crane standing on one leg, about to take off. This crane alone makes the oil-paper umbrella feel unworldly. free and easy.

Generally speaking, this umbrella is more delicate in terms of the paintings and materials on it.

Chu Huan looked up at the white umbrella in his hand, but he didn't like it very much, then he turned his attention to the ink-colored oil-paper umbrella in Xiao Zhuo's hand.

"Here." Chu Huan took a step closer to Xiao Zhuo with downcast eyes, then handed the umbrella in Xiao Zhuo's empty hand, and then took the ink umbrella from his other hand, then turned and left.

Xiao Zhuo was stunned by this move for a moment, and then watched Chu Huan who was already walking ahead, holding a white oil-paper umbrella, and chased after him with a smile.

Seeing that Chu Huan was wearing all white clothes in recent days, he thought that Chu Huan would like white more, so he bought this white umbrella.

Thinking about it now, Mo Se is more likely, after all, the first time he saw Chu Huan, he was wearing a Mo robe.

On the only way to Taixuan Peak, Chu Huan was in the front, Xiao Zhuo was in the back, one black and one white, they looked like a perfect match from above.