Where is Shengxiao warm?

When the gathering of the three statues ended, it was already late at night.

"Master... you let go, I can... I can go back by myself with the sword."

Sheng Xiaomo couldn't help laughing, it's really big hearted to be able to control the sword after drinking like this.So regardless of Sanqi 21, he picked up An Nuan and went to the sword.

"Master, have you seen the gift I gave you?" An Nuan lay in Sheng Xiaomo's arms and smirked.

"not yet."

"You...you must watch it!" An Nuan held Sheng Xiaomo's hand with drunken eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look when I get back to the Hall of Ecstasy." Seeing that he had arrived at the Hall of Ecstasy, Sheng Xiaomo put away his sword and waved open the door of the Annuan Bedroom.

"You take a good rest here." Sheng Xiaomo put An Nuan on the couch and helped her cover her with the quilt.

Back in her bedroom, Sheng Xiaomo took out An Nuan's small box from her arms. The five-colored glass shone quietly under the moonlight late at night. Sheng Xiaomo gently opened the lid, and it turned out to be a warm and transparent jade hairpin.

I saw that the hairpin was green all over, the body of the hairpin was carved with lifelike leaves, and a begonia quietly bloomed on the head of the hairpin.The hairpin is polished round and smooth, touching the edges and corners, you can also feel the heart of the person who made the hairpin.

Sheng Xiaomo smiled slightly, suddenly felt someone was at the door, looked back, and saw a small figure swaying at the door, it looked like he was drunk and couldn't stand still.

"If you don't sleep well, what are you doing here?"

The door of the dormitory opened slowly, An Nuan leaned on the door frame and carefully poked her head inside, her cheeks were still a little red from drinking.

"come in."

When An Nuan heard Sheng Xiaomo's words, she immediately picked up her palace clothes and ran up to Sheng Xiaomo, asking for credit, "Master, do you like it?"

Seeing her staggering appearance, she still smelled of alcohol, so she probably hasn't sobered up yet.

"I like it." Sheng Xiao smiled silently and scratched her nose, then handed the hairpin to An Nuan, "Help Master put it on."

An Nuan was naturally overjoyed, and ran behind Sheng Xiaomo, gently pulled out the willow-leaf wooden hairpin that was simply stuck on his head and put it aside, and stroked his waterfall-like black hair.

Master's hair is so fine, soft and black, I don't know how many women in the world I want to envy.

An Nuan held a strand of Sheng Xiaomo's hair in her hand, but before she could hold it tightly, the hair slipped from her palm, and she still didn't tidy up Master's hair after many times.

Sheng Xiaomo saw in the mirror that she had a small bun crooked behind her, she couldn't laugh or cry, she reached behind her back and held An Nuan's little hand, tidied up the messy bun, and put on the hairpin again.

"Master, it's so beautiful."

Although she knew it was drunk talk, Sheng Xiaomo still found it useful.

"Master, tell me, what should such a beautiful hairpin be called?"

It turned out that the previous sentence was so beautiful, it was not about me, but about the hairpin... Sheng Xiao silently wrote down this sum in her heart, and was going to settle the score together when she sobered up.

What is your name?Is a hairpin worth a name?Sheng Xiaomo thought it was a little funny, it seemed like only a little girl would have the mentality.

"What's it called..." An Nuan murmured softly from behind.

"Let's call it 'Linglong'." Sheng Xiaomo looked at the small and exquisite hairpin, and picked a name by chance.

"exquisite......"

An Nuan's voice behind him became smaller and smaller, Sheng Xiaomo turned around, only to find that his little apprentice was lying on the floor behind him and fell asleep.

I have been tossing all day today, and I should be tired.

Sheng Xiaomo picked up An Nuan who was on the floor, and gently placed her on the bed of his bedroom.

I don't know when it started, Sheng Xiaomo felt inexplicably at ease when he saw An Nuan's busy little figure in the Hall of Ecstasy.

The sun is shining, it's a new day——

An Nuan stretched her waist, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window.Sure enough, after being drunk, it is comfortable to sleep until dawn.

But why did he fall asleep in the master's bedroom again?

I seemed to drink a little too much yesterday, and my fragments were broken. What happened after the meeting of the three gods?An Nuan still had a headache from rubbing it, but she really couldn't remember.

The master is not in the hall either, so I think he got up early and went downstairs.

Suddenly there was a "swish" sound from the corner of the bedroom.

"Who's there?" An Nuan noticed someone in the hall, and asked loudly, "Come out, or I'll do it!"

"Don't, don't, Ruanrou, it's me." In the corner, Que'er was holding a pile of calligraphy and paintings, showing half of her face innocently.

"Que'er, what are you doing here? What are you holding in your arms?"

"Uh...Ruan Ruan, you don't know something. Your master and my master are the most popular immortals in Changliu Mountain. Any calligraphy and painting can be sold for a good price. The recorded sound of the flute can also be sold for five taels of silver."

"...You are a bird, why do you need so much money?"

Que'er heard this and said dejectedly, "I lost the bet with Tang Bao, and I want to buy her a year's worth of snacks."

Alas, gambling really kills people.

"Ruan Ruan," Que'er rubbed against An Nuan, pulling her arm coquettishly, "Just pretend you didn't see anything, is that okay?"

An Nuan held her chin and thought about it: "Well, that's fine, but what benefits will you give me?"

"Ah? What's more good?" Que'er immediately put on a bitter face again.

"Okay, okay, I'm joking with you, let's go, master has a lot of unwanted calligraphy and paintings every day, it's useless to leave them alone."

"Well, I know that Ruanruan is the best!"

Que'er thanked An Nuan, and left happily holding the calligraphy and painting.

After tidying up her things, An Nuan was about to step out of the dormitory, only to find a piece of paper dropped on the ground at some point.

An Nuan picked it up: "It must have been accidentally dropped when Que'er was holding it just now, really careless."

Gently unfolding, Sheng Xiaomo's chic fonts come into view, it really flows like clouds and flowing water, and the writing is like clouds and smoke.

"Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year." An Nuan couldn't help but read the words on the paper.

What is the special significance of Master writing this poem?

An Nuan gently closed the door of Sheng Xiaomo's bedroom, took this calligraphy into her bedroom, and displayed it on her desk to examine carefully.

Sheng Xiaomo's handwriting is chic and elegant with a trace of vicissitudes.

An Nuan couldn't help laying down another piece of paper next to the calligraphy, grinded the ink, and copied it according to the original calligraphy.

"Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, flowers bloom year after year."

Is Master talking about the days of the Temple of Ecstasy?

Over and over again, when An Nuan looked up, it was already the setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded Changliu, and the usually cold mountain also showed a bit of warmth.

"Xiao Nuan Nuan."

Green radish?

An Nuan turned her head, Wu Qingluo's lively face appeared outside the window: "Xiao Nuan Nuan, what are you doing?"

Too bad, I can't let Wu Qingluo see that she is copying Master's words. If she sees her brain hole and megaphone-like mouth, there will be gossip about herself and Master in the whole Changliu tomorrow. .

An Nuan quickly stuffed the written words into the straw box beside her.

With a "clang", something was brought out of the grass box in a panic.

"Hey, Xiao Nuannuan, you lost your things." Wu Qingluo reminded.

An Nuan picked up the thing from her feet, and couldn't help being surprised.

It turned out to be Shui Hanxiao who had been missing for a long time.Since the Immortal Sword Conference, Shui Hanxiao blocked Bi Luojian's attack for herself. After the battle, it was broken into several pieces. An Nuan found it with great difficulty and put it together. She carefully put it at the bottom of the box. forget about it.

"Hey, Shui Hanxiao, isn't this belonging to Master?" Wu Qingluo stared at the Xiao in An Nuan's hand, and said strangely.

Master's?Is the Shuihan Xiao belonging to the master?Isn't Shui Hanxiao a parting gift from Mo Xiaosheng?

Wait a moment.

Mo Xiaosheng.Sheng Xiaomo.

Master is Amo?

An Nuan recalled the gambling that Big Brother Jiang told her that night.

"He made a bet with me that you will definitely make it to the top four at the Immortal Sword Conference. If you make it to the top four, Sheng Xiaomo will take you as his apprentice. If you don't make it, I'll take you back to Yanxi."

"Amo has always refused to admit defeat in betting, maybe he is embarrassed to admit that he has lost."

So all of this was a game from the beginning. Amo's help and kindness to him was just because the master wanted to win the game, and the master accepted himself as a disciple because he didn't want to admit defeat?

An Nuan suddenly felt something stuck in her throat and heart.

"Xiao Nuannuan? What's wrong with you?" Wu Qingluo's puzzled voice came from beside her ear.

"Qingluo, are you sure this belongs to Master?" An Nuan grabbed Wu Qingluo's hand.

"Of course, I saw it when I was a teacher 70 years ago. Xiao Nuannuan, what's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing, Qingluo, what are you doing here?" An Nuan tried her best to suppress the sadness in her heart, restraining the trembling and choking in her voice.

"Me? Huo Xi and I lost the bet. I want to go to the back mountain of the Hall of Ecstasy and use the sound transmission conch to record the sound of the master's flute to pay off his debt. Come and see you."

"Oh. Master plays the flute every night in the valley of the back mountain. Go quickly, don't be found out."

"Okay, then I'll go, are you really okay?"

"It's okay, you can go."

An Nuan saw Wu Qingluo turn around and walk towards the back mountain, and she fell down on the stool.

How can I be so stupid, I am just an ordinary long-term disciple, even worse than ordinary disciples, and I am much more stupid, but I hope to become the apprentice of Confucianism, and I hope that the master will accept me as a disciple. Sincerely.

For so many years, I have been lying to myself wishful thinking. Master actually just treats me as a spoils of war won from a bet, right?Or if you are lonely for thousands of years, accept yourself as an apprentice to pass the boring time.

Even though he understood it, his whole body still seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

Why does my heart hurt... An Nuan clutched her heart and lay down on the table, tears dripping down on the table, holding the Shuihan flute tightly in her hand, trembling slightly.

"Xiaonuan—" Master called to himself.

An Nuan wiped away her tears, but did not answer.

How should I face him?

Sheng Xiaomo's graceful figure appeared under the crabapple tree in front of the Hall of Ecstasy.

An Nuan clenched Shui Hanxiao tightly in his hand: No matter what, I have to ask my master for clarification...