Su Changqing stood up slowly, looked outside, and felt slightly moved.
Then he turned around and looked at the two little ones who were lying on the bed like a badger cake and a mink cake. He stroked them with his fingertips and then said a few words to the two little ones before walking out.
——The direction is exactly where her master lives.
The hot wind blew the gravel in front of her face, and Su Changqing continued to climb the stairs with an expressionless face, climbing to the peak.
Damn it, what did her master think before?
Why live so high?
Su Changqing remembered that her master was like a refrigerator all day long, and she suddenly felt enlightened.
——Perhaps this is the legendary feeling of being cold at high places!
The girl took a breath, and then sped up slightly. There was almost no sound in her movements, just like a delicate feather, and when it flew up, it was a shadow in the water.
But in the blink of an eye, her figure was like flying snow melting in the sun, and she quickly climbed to the last step of the bluestone staircase.
Su Changqing casually brushed away the long black hair hanging down from her face, and looked sideways at the tall and slender figure not far away.
Su Changqing: "..."
fine, as expected.
Her master was really thinking about life in the face of the strong wind again.
The young man stood on the edge of the cliff, his black sleeves rustling in the wind, and his hair like splashing ink outlined his slim and straight figure.
Such a handsome man, who is as handsome as a orchid orchid tree, seems to be made of black ice around his body, which is a bit cold and inhumane.
The young man's brows were cold and his face was as cold as frost. His hair was like a pillow of flowing ink, scattered on his slightly thin shoulders and back. When he looked up, even if he could only see his halberd-like profile, he could still see it. This person's expression looks like the white snow that never melts all year round.
At this time, he seemed to hear a voice, and the young man slowly raised his eyes and looked over. His eyes seemed to hide the snow on thousands of mountains and trace the lonely clouds in thousands of miles.
Su Changqing raised the corner of her lips and called, "Master."
The young man nodded silently.
Su Changqing: "..."
Su Changqing also fell silent for a moment. Did her master weld the concept of silence is golden to her body? !
The girl's eyes turned to Lu Feiran, and she frowned imperceptibly. She didn't know if it was her misunderstanding, but for a moment she felt the star power overflowing from her master.
But that feeling only passed by in a flash, like an illusion.
I also had this feeling the last time I saw Master.
Could it be that Master is gradually recovering?
In the original work, was he the one who repaired the sea of consciousness at this time?
Su Changqing carefully recalled the original plot, but found that she only vaguely remembered the main points of the plot.
But right now, my master doesn't look like he's recovered.
Su Changqing thought for a few seconds before walking towards the young man. She raised her head slightly and was about to say something-
Lu Feiran was the first to speak, "Back?"
The voice was like lines of ice and snow, but it also contained a certain softness.
Su Changqing's eyes widened slightly for a moment, and then she nodded with a smile, "Well, I just came back not long ago, Master Lao has missed me."
The young man's flying phoenix-like eyes flickered around Su Changqing's body. Seeing that there was no damage on the girl's body, he slowly looked away.
Su Changqing glanced at the young man with some confusion, then took two steps closer to the young man with a respectful gesture:
"Master, has your health been feeling better these days?"
The young man nodded slightly and responded in a low voice, "Yeah."
Su Changqing raised her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her. He still had a long sword hanging on his waist. The sword was straight and thick.
The sword hilt and the sword grid are both tattooed with green bamboo patterns, just like the owner of the sword, with green bamboo as the bone and the bright moon as the heart.
Looking down, he saw the young man's slender but calloused hands. These were hands that had been practiced for a long time with swords.
Su Changqing looked at the young man's lacquered eyes. Under the long eyelashes, there seemed to be a pair of eyes engraved with the shadow of the great road.
The girl felt inexplicably unable to taste it.
Her master is a pure sword cultivator.
No matter in the past or now, it is clear that my heart is like a child's, but the loneliness and loneliness like frost and snow seem to be solidified in the brows, just like a jade-covered stone, dull and clumsy, restrained and cold.
The heart of questioning will not die, and the sword will not break the bones.
The intention of the sword is the pride of the man in front of me——
This man's dedication to the Tao took root in his bone marrow, deep in his flesh and blood, and was filled with indomitable loneliness.
Even if he awakens the summoner's talent in the future, for him, it may be equivalent to abandoning the way of swordsmanship and practicing the path of magic. The way of swordsmanship is the most consuming time in his hundreds of years, and it is his most persistent pursuit.
No matter how talented the summoner is, it may be nothing more than fishing for the moon in the water for him.
Su Changqing suppressed her emotions and whispered again:
"Master."
The young man turned his head slightly and looked at her, his eyes as black as midnight met hers, as if he was asking something.
Su Changqing smiled slightly.
