Another hour passed and Long Fu, who was concentrating on his poems, seemed a little tired. He stroked the black hair behind his ears and said softly:
"Make a pot of tea."
Qingyun, who was granted amnesty, quickly trotted away, boiling water and washing cups, not to mention being very attentive.
"Poetry...poetry..."
Because he was ordered to shut up, the young master couldn't even think of opening his mouth. It was as if heaven and man were at war in his heart, which made Long Fushi look slightly sideways.
"You are still able to resist the confusion. You are also very powerful. Humph! What do you want to say?"
The voice of Long Fushi was like the key to unlocking the shackles of his heart. As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyun not only found that his mouth could move, but the conflicting emotions in his heart also disappeared.
"Mysterious sounds are really scary. In the future, when your cultivation level is high, won't you be able to command all things easily by writing poems?"
The young man couldn't help but thought to himself.
"Hey, I'm writing a poem. Yan Jiu recognized me, so he followed me to Jiangyun City."
"Recognize you? What do you mean?"
Taking Qingyun's cup and gently blowing on the hot air, Long Fushi felt a little better. The young man observed the words and expressions and quickly told everything that happened outside Jiangyun City. .
As he spoke, Qingyun even pulled open his clothes, trying to show her the newly healed wounds on his body, which made Long Qingcheng blush and didn't know whether to like it or not.
"Of course I know you won't have anything to do with Yan Jiu, but I'm just not happy."
"Why didn't I realize you were so willful before? You must have been with Alian for a long time."
After listening to his story, the young master could clearly see that Long Fushi's stern face had softened a lot, so he began to tease her with a smile, while not forgetting to give her some tea.
"Hey, Yan Jiu said this probably to avenge Xiao Luo's injustice."
The flirtatious figure surrounded by black sand appeared in his mind. Long Fushi knew the other person's position in Qingyun's heart and couldn't help but sigh.
"When eldest sister comes back to life, I will explain it to her."
Qingyun lowered his head and said.
"Tch, I hope you won't go out to mess around with women next time, otherwise Sister Lian won't let you go so easily!"
"Haha, there will never be a next time! Uh...I didn't mess with women!"
Qingyun was overjoyed at first, then quickly corrected him, causing Long Fushi to smile knowingly.
"Huh, I guess you're tired of standing too. Go out and walk around. I'll read a book for a while~"
"You are the best at writing poems!"
Before Alian came back, the young master still wanted to kiss her. To his delight, although Long Fushi still snorted coldly, he didn't reject her too much. The two hugged each other for a while, and then she sent him away. Qingyun went out.
"By the way, change out of these worn-out clothes and I'll mend them for you. If it doesn't work, go buy a new one."
"Okay~"
The reason why the considerate Long Fushi was so angry was not because she didn't believe Qingyun, but because as she said, Xiao Luo had lived in Qingyun's heart since early in the morning.
It was impossible and impossible for her to ask for too much. Just like when she was in the Long family, all the essence and blood of Long Yanzhi and Yun Chen were given to the other three people. But even with such a small portion of sweetness, why would anyone want it? Come to snatch it?
"The head of the family always says that I am too weak and think about others in everything. Should I be stronger?"
He smiled tenderly at Qingyun again and said goodbye, and the blood in Long Fushi's eyes flashed away again.
After closing the door gently, the young master let out a long breath.
Even without Miaoyin, Long Fushi's natural leadership qualities put Qingyun under great pressure, let alone losing his temper.
Fortunately, Alian was not here, otherwise if the two women attacked him at the same time, the whole house might be demolished.
Sweating secretly again, Qingyun arrived at the dormitory at the right end of the corridor.
"Brother Fang is here?"
"exist."
When Fang Cihang heard this, he quickly came out to greet him.
"Is the poisonous blood still useful?"
"It's useful, it's useful!"
After a few useful sentences, Qingyun could clearly see that the bandaged man's eyes were shining with joy, and then he immediately turned sideways and invited the young master to come in and sit down.
"No, Brother Fang, I'm going out for a walk, do you want to come with us?"
Hearing this, Fang Cihang hesitated for a while, but still shook his head.
Qingyun knew that the other party had probably been using the poisonous blood to absorb the Tarsus Corroding Heart Powder, so he smiled and said:
"You should be busy first, and we can talk later when you have time."
Fang Cihang nodded solemnly, and when Qingyun turned around, he suddenly said:
"Fire at night?"
"screw you."
Qingyun laughed and cursed.
Now asking Long to compose poems and cook for him, isn't this asking for death?
In the evening, many of the disciple dormitories in Jiangyundong turned off the lights early. Qingyun didn't know what these junior disciples were thinking. Even if they had no intention of alchemy, they wouldn't slack off in their practice. It was okay to meditate and practice Qi, right?
But it doesn’t matter to him. Everyone has his own life and choice. It’s like they all want to cultivate to the ninth level of the Yuan Hua Realm and then try to break into the Concentration Realm. But some monks are less talented or have a life span. It will break through early.
The road ahead is unknown, just go ahead and cherish it.
Interestingly, when Qingyun was walking in the dormitory area at night, he found that others looked at him strangely, and some even looked at him with a little awe.
"I am a human being, what are you afraid of?"
Especially the skinny Yingwu, who even came over to salute him. God knows what kind of disease this careless guy has.
The spiritual energy in Zhijing Cave is very abundant. The practice here may not be as fast as the thirty-three realms, but it is still much better than Kyushu.
Qingyun breathed freely while strolling towards the stream that divided the two dormitories.
"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."
By the time the young man stood still by the stream, a new moon was already hanging high in the sky.
The moonlight was bright, reflecting the gurgling stream like a beautiful scenery. I took a handful of sweet water and stared at the reflection in my hand. For a moment, Qingyun splashed the water on his face, but found that it couldn't be washed away. Full of lead.
He wants to avenge his father and the villagers of Liangren Village. He also wants to go to the Immortal Sword Sect to regain his father's Luoxia Green Sword. He also wants to find a way to resurrect his eldest sister.
Now he has to stop Hua Yumian from marrying someone else for Yao Pofeng.
There seemed to be an invisible big hand that had been pushing Qingyun forward from the day he followed the firelight down the mountain.
Along the way, he grew from an ignorant boy in a mountain village to a Yuan Hua realm monk who joined Zhijing Cave Heaven.
He was afraid of killing, afraid of the strong, and his hands were bloody but his face remained unchanged. Qingyun never stopped moving forward.
It's not that he's not confused or hesitant, but in this troubled world, even if you can only drag your body and crawl forward, it's better than staying where you are and admiring the long ruts behind you.
Until the sand and dust bury you in the loess and become the footprints of others.
After being stunned for a long time, feeling that the influence of the confused sound on him had completely disappeared, Qingyun wiped his dry face, and then turned his attention to another dormitory area in the distance.
But at some point, a figure stood beside the stream on the other side.
"Is he another master?"
However, if you look carefully, the other party's cultivation in the early stage of the Yuan Hua Realm seems to be almost the same as his, but the person who can live on the other side must be a genius alchemist, and there must be a treasure with a hidden aura on his body.
The person who came here seemed to be much older than him, with a face like a crown of jade, sharp eyebrows, and extremely delicate facial features, especially the pair of thin lips, which seemed to shine with a bright red luster in the dark night, which was very bright.
His fair face is paired with a neat and elegant bun, and a loose gown. His figure cannot be seen at all, making people feel that he is indistinguishable from male to female.
"I've seen this teacher."
Across the not-so-wide stream, Qingyun gave a junior salute very politely.
After the other party saw Qingyun finishing his face, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked curiously:
"Look at you, are you new to school?"
His voice also sounded somewhat neutral, which reminded Qingyun of Jiang Liu'er, who was even more beautiful than a woman.
"Yes, student Qingyun."
"Qingyun...an interesting name, Feng Ziyu."
"I've met Teacher Feng."
Chewing on the name Feng Ziyu, I guessed that this must be a man, right?
After the other party heard the words "Teacher Feng", he couldn't help but curl up his lips and muttered:
"Then remember to come to class tomorrow."
"must."
Qingyun clasped his fists again, thinking that even if Teacher Feng didn't ask for it, he wouldn't be left behind in the first class of school.
After saying this, the monk named Feng Ziyu smiled at him, flicked his robe and left gracefully.
"Farewell to Teacher Feng."
"polite."
When he turned around, Qingyun seemed to see something in the other person's robe. He didn't know if it was a jade flute or a jade flute. He secretly wondered if monks these days all play musical instruments. This is true for Luo Yixian, and so is Long Fu's poems.
Feng Ziyu is still like this now, but thinking about this, the young man's heart sank:
"Teacher Feng left as soon as he said he wanted to. Is it because I ruined his taste? Damn, you won't make things difficult for me tomorrow, right?"
"Forget it, let's make peace with it as it comes. Anyway, I'm already in the most rubbish Jiangyun Cave. Even if he wants to make things difficult, he won't be too bad."
Looking at Feng Ziyu's heroic back, the young man tilted his mouth and ignored it.
When Qingyun returned to the door of his room, he found that both Yan Jiu and Fang Cihang had turned off the lights. Perhaps because they had classes tomorrow, he gave up asking them about Teacher Feng and went straight back to the back room.
Pushing the door open and entering, Long Fushi was still working tirelessly. The dim yellow oil lamp illuminated her beautiful face, which was particularly intellectual. There was no trace of fatigue on her face, but instead, she was full of excitement.
"What are you looking at so fascinated by?"
Qingyun asked with a smile.
Long Qingcheng perfectly explained what it meant to hold on to the book without letting go. Even when she answered Qingyun's question, her beautiful eyes never left the book for even a moment.
"Seventy-two Lectures on Ancient Methods of Alchemy"
"What the hell kind of books are these?"
The young man cursed in his heart, and Long Fushi's next words made him even more speechless.
""Lecture 3, Chapter 7, Section 9"."
"You want to watch a paragraph for so long?"
"That's the title of this book."
"Pfft~ It seems that I will never graduate in this life!"
