Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Hearing Xie Ling's order, Xiao Xun's expression didn't change, his eyes stayed on Xie Fenglian's finger held by Xie Ling for a moment, he answered "Yes", and left the front hall through the side door.

Only Xie Ling and Xie Fengxuan were left in the room.

Xie Ling's fingertips were slightly cold, but after touching it for a long time, they became warm, like high-quality jade.Xie Fenglue has never been held by anyone like this - the gesture of holding his fingers with his fingers is simply too intimate.He felt a little helpless, wanted to withdraw his hand, wanted to shrink back, but at the same time he was reluctant to part with it.

In his last life, he had never been treated like this by Xie Ling.

master.Xie Fengxuan called out in his heart.

After Xie Ling checked the wound, he let go of Xie Fengxuan's hand, motioned him to sit back on the couch, and said: "Be more careful in the future."

"Yes, I will." Xie Fenglu curled his injured fingers into his palm and nodded to Xie Ling.

Xie Ling lowered her gaze, waiting for Xiao Xun to bring the medicine, and did not intend to speak again.Xie Fengxuan looked at him inconspicuously, stretched out his uninjured hand, and picked up the cold cup of tea on the table.He took a sip of tea, smiled at Xie Ling again, and took the initiative to provoke the topic: "Master, Mr. Xue Sheng, this disciple has been thinking about something recently."

"What's the matter?" Xie Ling asked.

Xie Fenglue replied: "As practitioners, we mostly choose to practice spells, focusing on coordinating the five elements, being in harmony with the world, and increasing our true energy. Compared with ordinary people, our physique can be called strong and extraordinary, but in person It is difficult to gain an advantage against monsters and monsters that are naturally strong and have terrifying self-healing abilities."

As expected of the protagonist, he has just set foot on the road of cultivation, and he is thinking about the important matter of slaying demons and demons.Xie Ling was filled with emotions.

The world has been suffering demons for a long time, many families have been destroyed, relatives and friends have been separated, all of which are caused by this, but there are only a few people who can practice, and these things are inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

The world of practice is the leader, and the future is boundless.Xie Ling summed up Xie Fenglue's description: "You want to major in Dharma, supplemented by the art of body forging."

"That's exactly what this disciple thinks." Xie Fenglue said.

really.Xie Ling asked Xie Fenglue: "How do you plan to start?"

The reason why Xie Ling chose to exercise his body was because he always chose melee combat when playing games, and he preferred the violent aesthetics of punching to the flesh.The reason why Xie Fengxue chooses body training is because he has the world in mind and is respected by others.

But in any case, it has become like-minded.Xie Ling became serious, and even her sitting posture became more correct.

Xie Fengxuan's plan is to forge his body directly.He has practiced martial arts for a lifetime, and he has achieved something in this way. Now he only needs to raise his realm, and he doesn't need to learn swordsmanship, formations, spells, etc., but he can't say this, so he can only say: "The disciple's idea is that both Practice at the same time."

"Junior Feng Lue, in my opinion, it's better to master one of them first. There are very few people in the world who can walk two paths at the same time, and most of them just focus on one and lose the other."

Someone answered his words before Xie Ling. The voice came from outside the Dao Hall, and the tone was extremely serious.

At the end, he also warned: "Don't be greedy."

It was Xiao Xun's voice.

The man left and returned quickly, even the wound medicine to be applied was mixed together and placed on the tray together with the gauze.Stepping into the front hall, he said to Xie Ling again: "Master, let me give Junior Brother Feng Lue some medicine."

"Xiao Xun is right, the two practice together, it is very likely that they will hinder each other's speed." Xie Ling agrees with Xiao Xun's statement, but they have different opinions on some details, "But the pill for body refining can be done first. "

Anyway, the level of alchemy also needs to be improved.

"Yes."

Xie Ling's words were not what Xie Fenglue expected, he had no choice but to agree.

After that, Xie Fenglue showed a refusal expression to Xiao Xun who put down the tray and stretched out his hand to him: "It's just that the palm of my hand was scratched, I can do it myself, don't bother senior brother."

"Junior brother is too polite, how can this be bothering you?" Xiao Xun picked up a ball of cotton dipped in the medicine with tweezers, smiling sincerely and enthusiastically.

"I'll do it myself." Xie Fenglue took the things in Xiao Xun's hand unceremoniously, and said with the same sincerity, "Thank you, brother." After speaking, he cleaned and applied ointment to the wound that he hadn't noticed before.His movements were neat and familiar, when he was wrapping the gauze, he heard Xie Ling say: "Don't get wet on the wound."

Xie Fenglue's nostrils fluttered, and he replied, "Yes."

Xie Ling: "You shouldn't rush into body training. When the time is right, I will teach you how to do it."

Xie Fenglue let out another low "um", with his head down, his voice sounded a bit muffled.

Xiao Xun stood beside Xie Ling, Xie Ling drank tea in silence, and the Taoist hall fell into silence again.

After treating the wound on his hand, Xie Fenglue had no reason to stay in the Taoist Hall anymore, got up to perform the salute, and bid farewell to Xie Ling.Xie Ling waved him to leave, Xiao Xun sent him off with a friendly face.

The two teenagers were silent all the way.

The mountain wind rose and fell, insects sang up and down, and the walls outside the hall were broken, and the mess was still there.Xie Fengxuan went down the mountain with Yujian, Xiao Xun turned his head back, and started the cleaning work very consciously.

His mode is automatic, and all the talismans, magic weapons, and magic tools that can be used are used, except for the spiritual power of the spirit stone, without any effort.

But repairing walls and doors is not so simple.Xiao Xun didn't touch these two things, it's not that he can't do it, but because of his poor craftsmanship and the ugly patches he made, he will definitely be disgusted by Xie Ling, so it's better to go to Shilai Peak to find someone.

The front of the main hall looked much tidier, Xiao Xun straightened his sleeves, put away the magic weapon, and slowly returned to the hall and the guest couch.

His posture is extremely casual, sitting cross-legged, facing the back of the couch, with two arms stretched out of the couch, hanging himself up, and the tip of his chin resting on the crossbar.

Xie Ling stood in front of the window.

Xiao Xun thought, when he was cleaning the front lawn just now, this person must have been looking at him.He also stared at Xie Ling without blinking, even if the person turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him, he didn't look away.

Xie Ling, no matter his temperament or voice, was cold and clear, like the snow that had just melted in the mountains, bit by bit cold and piercing to the bone.But when you taste it carefully, it is sweet.

Such ice and snow, such sweetness, Xiao Xun just wanted to taste it by himself.

Xiao Xun continued to stare at him, but Xie Ling was annoyed by the stare, and threw out a few words, "Practice your sword." Xiao Xun didn't listen, and still hung himself there, not moving, calling out in a drawn-out tone. Said: "Master——"

Xie Ling didn't respond, turned around and opened the chair, sat behind the desk, took out the book, spread the paper and picked up the pen, and took notes while flipping through.

"Master—Father—" Xiao Xun shouted again.

Xie Ling didn't even look at her, and turned a deaf ear.

The wind stopped and went in the Taoist hall, if it hadn't been for the rain that had blown the face coldly, Xie Ling would have thought it was as annoying as Xiao Xun.

He tucked back a lock of hair that was always blown out of sight by the wind, and straightened his sleeves to avoid ink stains.

Xiao Xun watched Xie Ling's every move for a long time, seeing him like this, he couldn't help laughing.He got up and walked to the east window, pasted a Taoist talisman on the window frame, and then brought the cup of cold brewed tea in Xie Ling's bedroom and the hot tea on the main bed, along with some snacks.

The wind still blows into the room, but it no longer wanders around wantonly.Xiao Xun walked around the hall, went to Xie Ling's side with the pestle, dragged the inkstone over, and grinded the ink one by one.He didn't yell Xie Ling any more, he ink ink for a while, guessing that the ink would be enough for an afternoon, put down the ink stick, and left quietly.

He went to Qianping to practice swords.

In the evening of the next day, the roster of the third round of competition for the Star Reaching Group of the Dianshi Club was announced, and Xiao Xun did not face Xie Fengxuan in this round.

Xie Ling was very pleased.

A night of wind and dew with the stars.

The climate on the mountain is changeable, and the torrential rain like a waterfall washed away an unknown number of rocks, but it only cooled down for a day and a half.Once the night is over, the scorching sun is high again, and the surrounding fields are sultry.

Xie Ling promised Xiao Xun to watch the competition.This guy came in at the back. According to his own habits, he got up in the morning to practice swords, came to the alchemy room after a nap, practiced alchemy while practicing flute, and drew when he was bored with music.

Yungui accompanied him in the courtyard, dozed off for a while, and ate iced grapes and watermelon after waking up.

Xie Ling was sitting on the corridor, holding a flute in his hand, playing slowly.

After several days of hard work, he has learned the music scores here, got rid of the stage of air blowing, and started to learn to press his fingers, and he can barely play one or two pieces of music.

The flute whimpered, and the melody would occasionally stop, and it would resume after one or two breaths.

Suddenly, someone crossed Hefeng's restriction.

This man's sword was extremely fast, and a ray of light landed on the ground, turning into a man in black clothes with an indifferent expression.

It was Gu Song who came.

Xie Ling stopped playing, looked up at him, with a surprised and puzzled expression, and called out: "Senior brother?" He was used to Gu Song's elusive appearance, but he was still curious about the reason why this person came to Hefeng.

Gu Song sat down next to Xie Ling very naturally, glanced at the paintings on the small table, then at the flute in his hand, said "Mmm", and asked, "Have you been free recently?"

"It's not too busy." Xie Ling thought about the busy work of the past few days, and replied.

"The level of playing the flute has improved." Gu Song glanced back and forth between Xie Ling and the sheet music set up by Xie Ling, "Is there anything I don't understand?"

Xie Ling shook her head: "Not yet."

He looked at the hole flute in his hand.The flute is a musical instrument, it is difficult to control the breath, but this body has a very good foundation, and it can be played smoothly and naturally with a little practice.As for the music, what he has learned so far is too rudimentary, and it is difficult to understand anything. The reason why he didn't play very well just now is because he is not familiar with the music score and occasionally reads the wrong lines.

"It's rare for me to be free." Gu Song flicked his sleeves and said in a low voice.

He said it more casually than usual.Xie Ling heard the meaning behind the words, and became even more curious: "What do you want to do, brother?"

The person being asked stood up, turned his gaze to the outside of the mountain, and said after a while, "You and I haven't been outside for a long time, please accompany me down the mountain for a walk."

"Now?" Xie Ling frowned.

"En." Gu Song nodded.

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