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Chapter 320 The master is a high-cold immortal (13)

Shui Yao was awakened by a gust of wind. When she sat up, she saw the window was wide open.

The wind blows in, closes it hard again, opens it, closes it again, and the cycle continues.

But she seemed to hear a certain familiar voice, with a man's unique evil spirit.

"333, I seem to have dreamed about Xueshang." Like a dream, yet so real.

333 was dumb and didn't speak, because Xueshang really came.

Covered in sweat, Shui Yao felt that the room was stuffy, so he went outside and fetched some water into the room, ready to take a shower and change clothes.

The window gradually brightened, and the morning light slowly rose from the horizon.

Shui Yao took off all the clothes, wet his body with a towel, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have no clothes to change.

……

Qing Zijin had a long dream. In the dream, there was a woman running towards her. Her face was blurry but full of sunshine and vigor.

The body shape was so familiar that it seemed impossible to forget it. The woman's lips pressed down and fell softly on her own.

He is crazy, how could he dream of such a picture.

He is the patriarch of Qingxian Mountain who is ascetic and ascetic, and lives a simple and clean life.

Qing Zijin stretched out his hand to stroke his sweaty forehead, his heart was still beating, but the scene in the hot spring flashed in his mind.

Qing Zijin shook his head vigorously, what was he thinking.

He got up, pushed open the door, and greeted the breeze outside, trying to use the wind to dispel the inexplicably hot air in his body.

But the eyes fell uncontrollably in the direction of Shui Yao's room.

Qing Zijin gently lifted his foot and walked towards the door of Shui Yao's room.

The window is slightly closed, but there is a thin crack.

"Yao Yao, Qing Zijin is here, outside the window." 333 reminded in time.

Shui Yao was stunned for a moment, but she didn't turn around. She squatted beside the wooden basin, with her smooth back facing the window.

"Why is he here?" Shui Yao asked 333, unexpectedly at this time, he would sneak a look at him.

"I guess I can't sleep."

Outside the window, Qing Zijin's eyes widened and his heart was beating violently. He told himself to look away, and turned around quickly.

inside the house.

"Xiao San, is he still there?" Shui Yao asked.

"Just walked away." 333 said regretfully.

The corner of Shui Yao's mouth was slightly curved, and when he looked back, the cherry blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, and the pink petals were falling down.

Shui Yao was very happy, not knowing how Qing Zijin was feeling at the moment.

Without clothes, Shui Yao could only wrap himself in the quilt.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Is it Master?" A soft voice came out of Shui Yao's mouth, with a hint of sweetness in it.

There was a slight coughing sound from outside the room, and Qing Zijin said in a low voice, "The clothes are put outside."

After the words were finished, Shui Yao heard Qing Zijin's slow footsteps, which were very light, but could still feel the hurried and flustered footsteps.

Shui Yao wrapped herself in a quilt and opened the door.

See the neatly folded white clothes outside.

Qing Zijin was gone, Shui Yao picked up the clothes, closed the door, and changed into clothes again.

Shui Yao's slender body was wrapped in pure white clothes, and her uneven figure made her look even more inexplicably immortal.

A white ribbon hangs from the top of the head and hangs straight behind the black hair.

The whole person is a little more sunny.

After a while, Shui Yao knocked on Qing Zijin's room with the porridge.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, I saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed, as if he was practicing.

"Master, your porridge is here." Shui Yao didn't know what he liked to eat, so this time he only cooked clear porridge for him.

Qing Zijin opened her eyes, the strange emotion in her eyes had receded, but the moment she saw Shui Yao again, the depths of her eyes were completely amazed again.

The woman, who is so white that she is almost spotless, seems to symbolize the breath of purity.

The contours of the facial features gradually become clear, and every feature on the face is very unique, combined together, the beauty is like a dream.

Qing Zijin put away the emotion in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Let it go."

Seeing the change in his complexion, Shui Yao brought the clear porridge to him calmly: "Master, you can drink it now, it will affect the taste if left for a long time."

Shui Yao bit the spoon and brought it to Qing Zijin's lips.

Qing Zijin looked down at the porridge in the bowl, then raised her eyes to Shui Yao.

Shui Yaoqiao smiled: "Master, don't worry, this time, this disciple is not making lotus seed soup."

Qing Zijin lowered her head in a strange way, and took the little spoon in her mouth.

The moment Qing Zijin swallowed the porridge, he suddenly froze.

Shui Yao saw him staring blankly at herself: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Go out and put the porridge down."

Shui Yao blinked: "Then I'm going to practice."

"Ah."

The door was gently closed, Shui Yao looked up at the master again.

Qing Zijin's eyes kept falling on her face, and the moment his eyes met, he immediately averted his eyes.

Shui Yao smiled lowly and closed the door.

In the room, Qing Zijin's eyes sank, she got up from the bed, her face seemed to be stained with ink.

He hurriedly recited the mantra of pure heart, over and over again.

……

"Ah!!!" A woman's sharp and excited voice came from outside the door.

Qing Zijin stood up, opened the door, and saw a woman in white under the cherry blossom tree happily staring at the floating Blood Phoenix Sword.

"Master, look quickly, the sword is moving."

Excited and high-spirited voices sounded outside the Qingxian Temple. It is because the deserted space has become a little more angry over the years.

"Not bad." Qing Zijin praised for no reason.

The figure flew up, stretched out one hand to hold her palm in front of her: "Step on it."

Under the leadership of Qing Zijin, Shui Yao stepped on the Blood Phoenix Sword.

Qing Zijin's feet were suspended in the air, holding Shui Yao's hand, leading her to fly up to the sky by stepping on the sword.

That sense of accomplishment made Shui Yao extremely happy, she thought that she would have to practice for a long time before she could control the sword.

Unexpectedly, she actually did it, really did it.

Or maybe it was too smug, Shui Yao only felt that his feet were empty, and the blood phoenix sword fell straight to the ground, his body hung in the air, and then fell.

"Ah! Master..."

The feeling of falling made Shui Yao's head swell, but this feeling didn't last long, because she had already been hugged into a firm embrace.

(End of this chapter)