The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

Finally, he remembered that he had really accepted such an apprentice a year ago. At that time, the old injury relapsed, and he was eager to go back to the mountain, so he accepted him without thinking too much.

"Cough, cough," Su Wangli felt the warmth and firmness of his palm, and then suddenly withdrew the hand that was pressing on Jing Zhan's chest, and in order to hide his embarrassment, he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed. Twice.

"As a teacher, I naturally remember, but even if I am a disciple of a teacher, I should not enter the room of the teacher without authorization. There are still rules."

"But Master, won't you be tired if you keep on so hard?" Jing Zhan didn't answer Su Wangli's words, but asked some irrelevant questions.

"As a cultivator, it's natural to do so." Su Wangli took two steps back and put a distance between the two of them. This person was always so close. Su Wangli thought that these bad habits must be corrected for him.

"But Master is already a celestial being worshiped by thousands of people, do you think what I said is wrong, Master?" Jing Zhan took two steps closer to Su Wangli as he spoke, with a smile on his lips, he lowered his head slightly , amber glazed eyes fixed on Su Wangli.

"That's certainly true..." Su Wangli lowered his head and frowned as if he was thinking about Jing Zhan's question, but he didn't realize that this person leaned over again.

"Then Master, what you said is contradictory." Jing Zhan still looked down at Su Wangli with a smile, "Besides, this Penglai Mountain is just you and my master and apprentice. This rule is for outsiders to see, so Master , you don’t have to be so tired when it’s just you and me.”

Su Wangli was still about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Jing Zhan smiling, his eyes were looking at him with a smile, his eyelashes were like butterfly fans, his eyebrows were deep, and his nose was straight.

Looking at this face, Su Wangli always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it at all. After all, let alone just feeling that he had seen it, he didn't even remember people who had actually seen it.

But among other things, Su Wangli felt that he had seen so many gods, and none of them could compare to the person in front of him.

"But the master really didn't recognize the apprentice just now?" Jing Zhan raised an eyebrow, chasing after this matter, as if he was very interested in it.

Su Wangli actually heard a hint of displeasure and a hint of grievance from these words, just as Su Wangli thought this way, he immediately dismissed the idea, this person is so big, why is he acting like a baby.

"Cultivate wholeheartedly as a teacher, eliminate demons for the people, and keep the world safe. How can I have the energy to remember other people's appearance?" Su Wangli stepped back a few steps, put on the air of a fairy, and glanced at Jing Zhan with his eyes, then The pair of peach blossom eyes are really beautiful and moving, the tails of the eyes are drooping and slightly protruding, such a glance, like the ripples on the bank of Qinglan Lake, no, more captivating than those ripples, more captivating than the blooming jade lotus in the lake.

"Master, Jing Zhan is your apprentice, and the only one," Jing Zhan said with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his pair of slender eyes slowly widened, his eyelashes flickering, and he seemed really wronged, "This big Penglai Mountain , except for you, Master, and the paper figurines made by Master, I am the only disciple who really loves you, if you don't remember me, I..." Jing Zhan was about to cry as he said.

Su Wangli has never seen someone cry, let alone crying, he has never seen anyone since he has been in Penglai Mountain for thousands of years, so he will only care about how to coax this person to stop crying, so why would he think that a man should not fall easily? Tears this truth.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I will remember you as a teacher." Su Wangli wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but when he stretched his hand halfway, he realized that his master's arrogance could not be lost, so he stretched out his hand again. Put your hands behind your back.

"Wipe your tears, men don't flick their tears lightly." Su Wangli frowned and stared at Jing Zhan.

"Then how do I know that Master remembers me?" Jing Zhan looked at Su Wangli aggrievedly, his eyes were full of tears if Master didn't remember me.

"Well, what do you want to do then?" Su Wangli couldn't help but sighed.

"Then master will practice kung fu and eat with his apprentice every day from now on. Even if you want to practice in seclusion, you must inform your apprentice in advance." Jing Zhan immediately laughed, showing no sign of being unhappy.

Su Wangli looked at the person in front of him, the grievance he had just had disappeared, even the teardrops in the corners of his eyes disappeared completely.

"Master, do you think this is satisfactory?" Jing Zhan looked down at Su Wangli who was hesitating, with a smile on his lips.

"This disciple is already very considerate, Master..."

"Okay, okay, I accept you as my teacher."

Maybe the world is peaceful recently, Su Wangli really doesn't go down the mountain often.

It seemed that a living creature finally came to the empty and quiet Penglai Mountain. The inside and outside of the Wuchen Hall were not as deserted as before, and even the snow that had covered the courtyard for several days had completely melted away.The lotus flower grows in Penglai, absorbing the immortal energy of Penglai's soil day and night, the lotus flower that was originally crushed by the snow slowly straightens up again, and it doesn't look like it is about to die.

Su Wangli originally wanted to stop caring about those lotus flowers, but when he went out today, he saw the lotus flowers blooming in the yard, and he couldn't help but fell in love with the lotus flowers. He looked at the red and white flowers from time to time, and picked up the lotus flowers from time to time. The small silver pot holds some spring water flowing outside the mountain, and pours it for a while.

"As expected, my disciple guessed correctly, Master loves this lotus very much." There seemed to be a smile in the words.Jing Zhan was wearing a blue brocade jacket today, and a black shawl with a fur collar similar to Su Wangli's.

Su Wangli straightened up, held the silver pot to stop what he had just done, and turned slowly to look up at Jing Zhan.

It has been more than a year since Su Wangli brought him to Penglai Fairy Mountain, and Jing Zhan has no anger at all. From the beginning, Jing Zhan has no anger, shameless and skinless.

Su Wangli thought so.

Passing Jing Zhan towards Fangting surrounded by lotus flowers, "Master, I just think the lotus is stubborn."

Su Wangli walked slowly. He was wearing a white brocade robe today, which was different from Jing Zhan's Tsing Yi with gold thread inlaid patterns. It set off Su Wangli's bloodless, white, delicate and delicate cheeks that seemed to be transparent.

Jing Zhan followed closely behind Su Wangli, pursing his lips, seemingly admiring the beauty of the lotus, but actually staring closely at Su Wangli who was a step ahead of him.

The red and white lotus blossoms in the pond, just like the three thousand women in the harem, half with heavy makeup and half with light makeup.

But at this moment, Jing Zhan didn't know why, looking at the person in front of him, he felt happy. Although he had never seen any of the three thousand women in the harem, the heavy makeup was not half as good as his master's face.

Su Wangli entered the stone pavilion, put the silver pot in his hand on the round stone table in the hall, and looked at Jing Zhan with his hands behind his back, as if he was asking what was going on.

After getting along with Jing Zhan for a long time, he realized that his master was not the cold, distant and reticent person in the rumors. He just didn't know how to get along with others, and because he was too lazy to talk, he was uploaded that day. rumor.

"The apprentice just practiced for too long and was a little tired. He wanted to know the master and what the master was doing, so he came here." Jing Zhan brought the silver pot on the table, and there was still a little warmth on the touch of his palm .

He moved closer to the lotus pond, imitating Su Wangli's actions just now, and watered the flowers.

"By the way, Master, I have been here for a year in Penglai Mountain, but I only know that the main hall is called Wuchen Hall. This Fangting should have a name." This is not a questioning tone, but a question to Su Forget about speaking ordinary words.

Jing Zhan is indeed a smart and quick-witted person, Su Wangli thought, although he looked only in his teens, he was thoughtful and intelligent.

What this disciple has done, although Su Wangli doesn't say anything on the face, it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything about it.

How could Su Wangli not know, how could this perennial snow disappear for no reason, how could this dying lotus grow vigorously overnight.

"Don't practice hard! Playing with these useless things all day long!" Su Wangli sighed softly, his exquisite sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Jing Zhan like a father watching his son hate iron for steel look.

"The apprentice is practicing hard every day. The master sees it. Isn't this a proof? It's not a useless thing. If the master likes it, the apprentice likes it. It's a good thing." Jing Zhan smiled more clearly, with a wide forehead, high nose, and bushy eyebrows Slightly raised, the hand holding the handle of the silver fox stretched out the slender index finger to point at the lotus, and the other hand was behind the back like Su Wangli, like a child who wanted to praise.

"Master, you haven't told me about the question just now."

Only then did Su Wangli remember what Jing Zhan had just said to him.

"This Fangdian naturally has a name, He Huan Pavilion." Su Wangli's tone was flat, but he always lacked strength, making people feel that this person is weak and weak, and looks sick.

After Jing Zhan heard these three words, the hand holding the silver pot trembled imperceptibly, and the hand holding the handle of the pot tightened a little bit.

"This name, Master, you, did you get it?" Jing Zhan's tone was full of doubts, but his eyebrows were slightly adjusted, and when he was waiting for Su Wangli's answer, his hand holding the silver pot tightened a bit.

Jing Zhan stayed in the mortal world for a long time, and went to the teahouse in the town to listen to plays all day long. Those worldly joys and loves have already been clearly understood.Even ordinary brothels would not dare to name them with these two straightforward words, but his cold-tempered, never-smooth master gave the pavilion such an intriguing name generously and naturally.

What a great name.

Su Wangli noticed his unease, blinked his peach blossom eyes twice, his slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and was a little confused in anger, "What's wrong?"

Ask questions without answering.This is what Su Wangli often does.

Xu Jingzhan had already gotten used to the name of Fangting, and he returned to his foolish appearance just now, with the corner of his mouth still hooked into a smile, approached Su Wangli, and put the silver pot on the stone table.

"Master, do you know what the meaning of joy is?" Jing Zhan looked down at Su Wangli's blank expression, and smiled complacently, like a cat that stole fish, satisfying the burnout, "Master, you only know how to cultivate to eliminate demons and protect everyone." Sex is too peaceful and stable, it seems that I don’t know anything about other things.”

Su Wangli has hardly been in contact with the atmosphere of fireworks in the world. Ten thousand years ago, he had nothing but cultivation to become a fairy, and ten thousand years later, he finally became the Yaohua Immortal of Penglai Mountain. The group of immortals in Tiantian had social relations, and he was the only one in Penglai Mountain before Jing Zhan came.

Together. Huanting.

This was obtained by Su Wangli himself, and the Wuchen Hall was indeed engraved on the gold-edged plaque on the outer door of the hall when he arrived.

A long time ago, in the mortal world, someone gave him a wonderful flower, which bloomed in full bloom during the day, and the sun shone on the petals, it was so beautiful and beautiful, but it closed at night.The petals of the calyx are all yellow-green, and the filaments are indeed light pink, very much like the golden tulips in the Nine Heavens Sea of ​​Stars.

Su Wangli likes the golden tulips of the Nine Heavens very much, but he can't pick them at will.

As for that flower, someone told him that it was called the Acacia Flower, so Su Wangli found a bunch of flower seeds and wanted to plant them in his own yard, so he named the pavilion the Acacia Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, he found the wrong flower seeds, and a garden full of lotus flowers bloomed. The lotus flowers absorbed the immortal energy of Penglai, bloomed vigorously, and never withered year after year, so Su Wangli just let it go.

But how could Su Wangli say that he made a mistake about the flower species? This apprentice might not know how to make fun of him.

"Master, I have seen He. Huanhua before, and I just thought that the word He-Huan sounds good and is easy to remember, so I called it that way." Although Su Wangli's tone was flat, there was no ups and downs, but his straight back was slightly raised. His face showed Su Wangli's confidence.

Jing Zhan didn't want to expose him, he just felt that his master was extremely cute, he seemed to care about nothing, but in fact he wanted to save face.

"Yes, yes, what the master said is correct, and the disciples listen to the master."

Jing Zhan is a circle bigger than Su Wangli, so he is very close to Su Wangli.

He frowned, seemingly annoyed.

When the child was brought back a year ago, his clothes were torn and his face was covered with blood, his whole body was so thin that only his bones protruded. There was always an indelible vigilance in his eyes, like a newborn cat, frightened and curious.

It's only been over a year, but spring, summer, autumn and winter passed by in a blink of an eye, and the thin and thin child back then was already tall and tall, even a little taller than him.

Years are like a shuttle.

Su Wangli didn't like this feeling of oppression, and he was extremely annoyed when he recovered, so he frowned and turned around to walk up the stone bridge to return to his room.

As soon as he got on the stone bridge, he stopped and turned to look at Jing Zhan, who was still in the Hehuan Pavilion, and Jing Zhan looked up at him slightly.

"Tomorrow is Shangyuan, and all the gods will go to Jiuchongtian, Jing Zhan, you go with me."

His voice was extremely gentle and weak, some distance away from Jing Zhan, the voice was not very real, but Jing Zhan could hear it clearly, the voice seemed to come from all directions, with crisp magnetism, piercing Jing Zhan's eardrums, Follow the blood, flow into the heart.

"Okay, I know."

Unlike Su Wangli's clear and clear voice, Jing Zhan's voice is uniquely masculine, and it also has the clarity of a boy who hasn't grown up. Su Wangli can't tell what it feels like in his heart, but every time he hears Jing Zhan's voice, Su Wangli feels like I just feel at ease.

The two looked at each other, and under the white jade stone bridge, the pond full of red and white lotus flowers was in full bloom, competing for beauty and fragrance, which complemented Su Wangli's fair face, translucent eyes, and slightly blood-tinged lips.

And Su Wangli's slightly raised fox eyes were Jing Zhan.

Such a beautiful day, but the two have their own ghosts.