【Ice Autumn】Crossing Mountain Spring

In the silence like a chicken, Shen Qingqiu silently pushed away Luo Binghe's head resting on his shoulder, and raised his folding fan.

Luo Binghe was pushed away, but he didn't care at all, carefully put the Chun Shanhen that he took from Shen Qingqiu's hand into his sleeve, raised his head, with a smile still on his face, and said with a warm spring breeze: "Senior brothers and sisters, what are you doing? ?”

This expression, this demeanor, if it was someone else, the ghost would have thought that the child was still wronged and heartbroken just a moment ago, Lihua was crying in the rain!

Ning Yingying came to her senses, her face flushed red, she ran over, tugged on Luo Binghe's sleeve, and asked anxiously, "Ah Luo, are you... alright?"

Luo Binghe smiled: "What are senior sisters talking about?"

Ning Yingying looked at him carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. Some brothers saw the master carrying you to the spiritual cave, and said that Ah Luo, you look so ugly that you seem to have suddenly fallen seriously ill. Hurry over here and see if you want to go to Qiancao Peak to call someone. It's really scary!"

Ming Fan muttered softly, his ears turned red: "I said earlier that this kid would not die, but you insisted on coming, Junior Sister, but in the end..."

Ning Yingying rubbed the tip of her nose, and coyly let go of Luo Binghe's sleeve.Glancing at Shen Qingqiu secretly, blushing: "I, I suddenly remembered that I haven't done my homework for today..."

Immediately, there was a lot of trouble around: "Yes, yes!"

"I don't seem to have practiced swords today"

"Then let's go together"

"Wait, I don't seem to have..."

Ming Fan gritted his teeth and said: "What are you all doing? Why are you leaving? Do you want to let Master and this little beast..."

Ning Yingying squeezed his arm hard, and said to Shen Qingqiu obediently: "Master, then let's go to do our homework."

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

One thing is certain, the Spring Mountain Hate in his hand is by no means an isolated copy.

Shen Qingqiu considered Qing Jingfeng's educational cause very seriously.

...but somehow he found it quite relaxing.It seems that the biggest stone in my heart has been removed, and all other things can be regarded as small troubles.

After that day, Shen Qingqiu handed over all the trivial matters of Qingjing Peak to Ming Fan, but he didn't intend to continue to retire, and concentrated on accompanying Luo Binghe to practice swordsmanship and help him steadily improve his cultivation.

It seems that for so many years, except for the two years when Luo Binghe was just starting out, he gave Luo Binghe a hand in hand, basically he was in a state of stocking Luo Binghe.The male protagonist is born to be a master of learning and has an outstanding IQ, so apart from those times when Luo Binghe deliberately pretended not to understand in order to pester him, Shen Qingqiu didn't need to bother at all.

The Immortal Alliance Conference was coming soon, and he was really afraid that something would go wrong if Luo Binghe practiced desperately in order to prove himself, so the old man forcibly ignored all kinds of gossip from Qing Jing Peak, and stayed by Luo Binghe's side every day, giving advice all the time.

Luo Binghe was naturally very happy about this.

In the rustling bamboo forest, after the two swords struck each other sharply, Luo Binghe let go of his hands, regardless of Zhengyang falling to the ground, and his body fell towards Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

Luo Binghe lowered his eyebrows shyly: "Master, this disciple has held the sword for too long, and his hands are numb."

Ghosts believe you!

Also, is it just numb hands?

Why are people crooked together!

Shen Qingqiu was unmoved, and said with a straight face: "Stand up."

Luo Binghe remained motionless, leaning on Shen Qingqiu's body, playing with his slender fingers around a strand of black hair, and said aggrievedly: "Master didn't let the disciple into the house last night. The disciple stayed up all night. Today, he really has no strength to practice sword."

Thinking of yesterday, Shen Qingqiu blushed.The tip of Xiuya's sword swiped downwards, provoking Zhengyang, Luo Binghe had no choice but to reach out to catch it, and reluctantly let go of Shen Qingqiu.

... He really didn't mean to make things difficult for Luo Binghe.

Yesterday Liu Qingge came to visit, but there was no knock on the door, and he rushed in without hesitation.As soon as he entered the bamboo house, he did not speak, but glanced around.

Shen Qingqiu put down the teacup in some surprise, got up and gave up his seat: "Junior Brother Liu? Why are you here?"

Liu Qingge stood in the middle of the room, the expression on his face relaxed a little, and he said in a firm voice, "Brother Sect Master said, let me go with you to deal with the monster. Now pack your things and go."

Shen Qingqiu: "Why is Junior Brother so anxious, or is the matter really urgent? I..."

Before the words were finished, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open again.

Luo Binghe walked in with a plate of dragon beard crisps, walked straight past Liu Qingge, put the white porcelain plate in front of Shen Qingqiu, and refilled Shen Qingqiu's tea, then turned around slowly, raised his eyes and called out , "Uncle Liu."

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, but Shen Qingqiu always felt that this sound made his cheeks a little sore.

Liu Qingge's sword-like eyes fell on Luo Binghe, and after a while, they turned back to him.Repeatedly back and forth several times, his eyes flickered, he hesitated to speak.

Shen Qingqiu felt guilty for a while under Liu Qingge's scrutiny, and coughed: "Binghe, pour tea for uncle."

Liu Qingge said straightforwardly: "No need." He stared at Shen Qingqiu: "Let's go?"

Luo Binghe asked keenly: "Where is Master going?"

Liu Juju has come to look for him in person, so he has to give him this face.Shen Qingqiu naturally didn't refuse, stood up, and said: "The master ordered me to go with you, Master Liu, to deal with the evil spirits. It seems that the situation is urgent. Binghe, you these few days..."

Halfway through, I can't go on.

In front of Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe put his hand on his sword hand.Then, he squeezed his palm ambiguously, and his voice was gentle and soft: "Master has only returned from Jedi Valley for a few days, and needs a good rest. Master is always on the go, and there is no free time. My heart is really distressed." .”

Uh, no.When it comes to leisure, even if he is an idler waiting to die, he doesn't feel wronged at all...

Liu Qingge's figure seemed crooked.When he spoke again, his voice was as stiff as a stone: "Shen Qingqiu, you, are you going or not?"

Shen Qingqiu's smile froze, and he wanted to withdraw his hand: "I..."

Luo Binghe did not let go, turned his head, and said sincerely to Liu Qingge: "Master has been unwell for the past few days, and it is inconvenient for him to walk more. If the uncle does not give up, can the disciple be allowed to go with the uncle instead of the teacher?"

Shen Qingqiu: ...

Inconvenient to walk more? ?Inconvenient to walk more? ? ?

Liu Qingge didn't know if he understood, but the veins on his forehead burst out faintly, and he almost wanted to rush out the door.

Shen Qingqiu took a sip of tea in embarrassment, and found himself in a situation where "it is very difficult to explain or not to explain".After struggling in his heart for a while, he finally gave up and said, "...Yes. Brother Liu, let's find someone else."

Liu Qingge suddenly took two steps back.The Adam's apple slid up and down, and after a long time, he finally managed to utter a few words: "You...wait."

Then he kicked open the door of the bamboo house and was swept out like a gust of wind. Before going out, he kicked down two bamboo stools.

Regarding yesterday's situation, Luo Binghe did not have any repentance at all, but was very wronged: "The disciple just doesn't want the master to be too tired."

Shen Qingqiu frowned, and there was something in his words: "So you don't sleep in the middle of the night and come to climb the bed in the bamboo house?"

Luo Binghe blushed slightly, and argued: "Master has been refusing to share the bed with me!"

Shen Qingqiu pressed his folding fan to the center of his brows in annoyance: "You are too impulsive. You Uncle Liu... is not someone who keeps his ears open to things outside the window. Also, there are disciples coming and going around the bamboo house every day, so it's better to be a little more considerate." good."

Luo Binghe said with a displeased expression: "Master, why bother with them? I am happy with Master, and I can let them talk if I want to talk. At worst, Master will leave with me..."

Having said this, Luo Binghe's voice suddenly stopped.

Just walk away.Just walk away.

Maybe this time, Master will really...

Luo Binghe's breathing was stagnant, and he slowly cast his burning eyes on Shen Qingqiu's face.

Shen Qingqiu thought about it and smiled.Unfolding the folding fan, he said relaxedly as usual: "Okay."

Luo Binghe's whole body stiffened immediately, before he could fully react, Shen Qingqiu said: "How about Shuanghu City? The scenery is very nice, and it's not far from Cangqiong Mountain. A few years ago, the trip was in a hurry, so I didn't have time to take a good look."

Luo Binghe's heart slowly fell back again.Although he didn't get an answer, he was still so happy that his whole face lit up, he let out an "um", leaned over, and kissed the corner of Shen Qingqiu's mouth.After a while, I still didn't want to finish it, so I posted it again.

Shen Qingqiu let him mess around, but he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He made this proposal entirely out of the mentality of coaxing children.Counting the days, this time when Shuanghu City returns, the Immortal Alliance Conference is just around the corner.If it can make Luo Binghe happy, then try to be as happy as possible.

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On Liu Juju, who came to seek confirmation after hearing the rumors, was caught in the shadow of a second.

Early warning ahead, countdown to the endless abyss.