The power of Puzhi was too great, and Qin Meiyu's figure became increasingly weaker. She reached out and pushed her hand unhappily, watching her hand pass through Puzhi. Puzhi did not move at all, but her hand became even more fainter.

Had a loss...

Qin Meiyu beat the jade pendant unhappily, and the jade pendant moved slightly on the table.

The position of the joint movement was probably not as big as the needle, but Qin Meiyu still widened his eyes and reached out to pound the jade pendant in disbelief.

The distance away from the jade pendant is a little larger, extremely obvious.

Qin Meiyu was immediately happy.

She can touch the jade pendant!

As she became more and more flawed, Qin Meiyu immediately reached out to touch Chu Qingyan. Looking at her hands passing by, she was not in a hurry.

If you have the surname Chu, you can wait. It won’t take long before I can touch you without having to enter your dream.

After a long time of hard work, Qin Meiyu finally moved the jade pendant to the table. She looked at the position and stamped her feet with satisfaction.

The jade pendant tilted, slid down from the table, and fell into Chu Qingyan's arms. Qin Meiyu controlled the force and finally slid into Chu Qingyan's inner shirt without any deviation, sticking to the skin, full of cold and warmth. Qin Meiyu fell asleep in the jade pendant with satisfaction.

Leaning against the pillar under the front porch, Qin Siqiu hugged his arms and looked at the brighter and brighter outside.

The room was very quiet. Her master never called her, and even treated her wounds did not make any noise. It was as quiet as every day she lived in Xiaofeng and Cangyue.

After Xiaofeng Canyueju lost his master, he felt like he had lost his spiritual energy.

No matter how she gets up early and goes to bed late, she still gets older and older day by day, in the evening of the setting sun.

The tall bamboo forest is quiet and silent, the cold plum blossoms no longer bloom with snowflakes. The morning breeze and waning moon are the most spiritual and spiritual pond, which is the most spiritual, is sealed, and the blue halo is so dazzling that no one is allowed to approach.

Just because there is a wisp of soul locked there.

Her master is the master of Xiaofeng Canyueju, and she is his only disciple. Why can't she get close to her?

Six years ago, the master left her alone in Xiaofeng Canyue House and was not allowed to go out for a second. What is the difference between this and house arrest? Others don’t know that she knows best that the master has no evidence. If he had conclusive evidence, she would have died on the day Qin Meiyu died...

What's good about that woman!

Now, she is more beautiful than her and more pretty than her. Even when the head of the sect saw it, he was surprised that she was exactly the same as the woman named Qin back then.

So, in the next two years, she carefully recalled all the scenes of seeing that woman, imitating her every move, every frown and smile.

Master will definitely like it after seeing it.

Sure enough, just now she first showed up and saw the master's eyes full of surprise and shiny.

Master...he looks so beautiful!

Better than six years!

Six years ago, he was as tall and gentle as green pines on snowy mountains, and as elegant as flowers on high mountains. But now, after he has experienced the training, he is like a rough jade, shining brightly, and it is so dazzling that it is hard to look at him.

Chu Qingyan…

Qin Siqi chewed these three words back and forth on the tip of his tongue, with bitterness in sourness and a little astringent in bitterness. Afterwards, it was full of sweetness. Next, there would be another round of inability to stop.

So what if you taste it briefly, how could she, Qin Siqian, stop it!

The lanterns in the corridor were swaying back and forth. Qin Siqi was bored by the sight, so she reached out to knock it down and stepped on it with her feet. Then, she suddenly turned around and pushed open the door and walked in.

Chu Qingyan fell asleep.

Instead of going to the bed, he leaned on the back of the chair.

The injured arm has been bandaged, and the water in the basin is stained with blood and is a light red odor.

He was neatly dressed, his hands were placed at his waist very regularly, his head was slightly tilted, and his black hair was tied with a black hairband embroidered with plum blossom patterns. He slept very well, and most of his hair was poured out, shining by the few sunlight squeezed from the thick clouds.

Qin Siqing looked at her quietly, and she felt like she was dreaming.

Only in her dream can she see her master. The afterimage of sword training left by him six years ago will still appear every day, and that was her happiest moment of the day.

When she was young, she would stare at the sword in his hand in the afterimage, for fear of missing out on every move. Later, she was staring at the face, the face without any expression, and extremely handsome. Now, his whole body fell into her eyes and her heart.

Six years have passed, and he has grown in her heart like a seed, growing vigorously with her hard work and her deep lovesickness as a nourishment.

Day after day, day after day, a seed has grown into a towering tree.

Qin Siqi suddenly raised his hand.

She wanted to touch his cheek, especially his eyes.

If possible, she would also like to touch his heart.

What exactly is there...

After all, Qin Siqi did nothing. She gently covered Chu Qingyan with a soft quilt, then walked out, and gently closed the door.

Master, I will do better than her, and I will make you forget the woman who has been dead for six years!

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When I left Mount Lu, it was three days later.

Chu Qingyan settled everything and left the prescription to Li Zheng, and asked him to distribute it to each household. Before leaving, he specifically asked Xingyun Yingyue shyly.

The Qingzhuo Zhenren's work has solved many hidden dangers in the village. The village was grateful and unable to repay him. When he heard Chu Qingyan's proposal, he nodded immediately: "Some, some, if the real person wants it, I will get it all."

"No need to be that much," Chu Qingyan's eyebrows and eyes were gentle. When she opened her mouth, she said softly, "Is there a rosy color?"

When Qin Siqi heard this, she immediately understood.

Back then, when she saw the shy and shy Xiangyun in the warehouse, she fell in love with her at first sight. She had never seen such a good cloth before. Later, she asked quietly and the senior brother in charge told her that it was Qingzhuo Zhenren, and she felt a little moved at that time. The senior brother joked that Qingzhuo Zhenren had many good things. After she officially became a disciple, she would be Qingzhuo Zhenren, and would be hers in the future.

She is not greedy. She wants that fabric, just keep it as a gift for her adult life, and that sword...

She noticed that a golden sword was placed on the shelf. The edges of the sword were red and white, with complex patterns, which was a rare good sword.

The sword has not yet opened its edge and has not been named, and it is also recorded in the name of Qingzhuo Zhenren.

After hearing from the senior brothers, if the disciple's cultivation level reaches a certain level, he can be allowed to pick his own sword and then take on the task and go down the mountain. At that time, she made up her mind to learn hard with her master.

She wants to be the master of the sword as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!