How many times the group portrait is spring

Mo Lingyun especially likes to take a bath when the weather is cold. His high ponytail falls down during the day, and there is no emotion in his always smiling eyes. I can feel that he is a little different from usual.

Outside the curtain, Bei Shanshe sluggishly flicked his tail, not because he disliked Mo Lingyun. Mo Lingyun has a good figure, with one, two, three, and four abdominal muscles... Ah, what a wolf is saying about tigers and wolves, In short, this person's figure is so good that he, as a male compatriot, is jealous.

However, Mo Lingyun has a kind of obsessive cleanliness, the kind that doesn't show to others but has to be rubbed every day!

Seeing that Mo Lingyun changed his clothes and rolled up his sleeves and walked towards it, Beishan pardoned his four paws and shrank back, but he still couldn't stop Mo Lingyun from rubbing the dog.

The dog's head was about to be crooked, and Bei Shanshe was dying: "Do you know that taking a bath every day is not good for the dog!"

"Aren't you a wolf?" Mo Lingyun rubbed its fur again.

"Do you still remember that I am a wolf?" Bei Shanshe chuckled, luckily it is a wolf, if it is really a dog, the dog would have to be washed to death by Mo Lingyun, it would be a pity if Mo Lingyun rubbed his fur, not to kill.

"But you just admitted you're a dog."

Bei Shanshe is very suspicious now that Mo Lingyun is avenging it for kicking him today, but Mo Lingyun's behavior of shampooing it while it is wet looks like it is just bathing it every day.

Mo Lingyun simply and rudely wiped Bei Shan She's hair dry with a cotton cloth, and slipped out of the door with loose hair. Bei Shan She followed behind and wanted to ask if he was not afraid of the cold?In the next second, Mo Lingyun walked towards Jing Rong, calling: "Master."

"Why don't you dry your hair?" Jing Rong said so, she naturally held a lock of Mo Lingyun's hair in her hands, and dried her hair with spiritual power.

Bei Shanshe looked at it, well, it understands, Mo Lingyun is someone favored by Master.

The master and apprentice didn't say a few words, Jing Rong urged Mo Lingyun to go to sleep.

"It's getting late, let's go to rest early." Jing Rong plucked Mo Lingyun's loose hair, thinking that Mo Lingyun would have morning class tomorrow.

"Master, sweet dream." Mo Lingyun rubbed Jing Rong's fingertips. Although he knew that Jing Rong would probably not sleep, he still wanted to say this to him.

The night in the northern region is cold, and this year's autumn and winter seem to be colder than in previous years. Mo Lingyun got up to look at the stars under the sky. When he was in trouble, stargazing at night was his only pastime. Looking at it now, he is in a different mood.

Mo Lingyun closes the window and turns off the lights. After a good dream, he goes to Xinglin Residence for class.

At the beginning of the morning, the apricot forest dwells in the clear frost and mist. The students wear neat and uniform student uniforms. Only the cuff decorations can distinguish that they belong to different main peaks. Shangshou Ningqing has a slightly scrolled book in his hand. He always lectures slowly and carefully. Different disciples.

The books in Mo Lingyun's hands are not very new. Xuantianzong has always been good at recycling. Most of the books they use are used by the previous disciples. This kind of recycling saves paper and does not let some disciples finish their studies. Just throw the book somewhere.

The blank rice paper on one side can be used by students to make notes, and they can also ask the lecturer what they don't understand in their free time. Xuantianzong's lecture system is generally loose.

Mo Lingyun supported his face with one hand and held a pen, looking at the block letters on the book, which was somewhat similar to Ning Qing's brushwork; Mo Lingyun looked at his own pen, and at the Nian Qing who was writing vigorously on the side, he really didn't want to be too leisurely.

During half an hour of morning training, Ning Qing was surrounded by a lot of studious students. Mo Lingyun thought about whether he would be a bit ignorant if he didn't ask questions, but he didn't seem to think much about it. Asked, simply, borrowed the morning repair to finish eating the cake he brought.

For tomorrow's breakfast, steam some sweet potatoes and some steamed buns, it's delicious even when it's cold, wonderful.

Mo Lingyun thought about what to eat, and spent most of the day just like that. When school was over, Ning Qing just looked at him and smiled, and didn't talk much. It seemed quite clear that Mo Lingyun didn't listen to anything this morning.

On the way back, Mo Lingyun was attacked by a furry and strangely shaped animal. He bent down and picked up the fat cub lying on his shoe. It was really fluffy and chubby, and he could just hold it with one hand.

"Rabbit? Mouse?" Mo Lingyun was lost in thought as he looked at the mouse's pair of big ears and bulging cheeks. It looked like a mouse, but it had fluffy fur and a pair of big ears.

Is this a mouse or a rabbit?

Whenever it was ugly, Mo Lingyun would have thrown it out, but this little thing was really cute, with fluffy and fluffy hair, round eyes like pairs of black grapes.

Mo Lingyun knelt down and put the little thing that looked like a rabbit or a mouse back into the grass, and pressed his index finger on its head, "Don't follow me."

He doesn't like animals very much, but he likes animals very much. Beishan She is a good example. He scolds him thousands of times, but actually wants to follow him wherever he goes.

This little thing didn't have any intelligence, it was put down by Mo Lingyun and still followed him bouncingly, almost to the boundary of Lingxiao Peak.

When Jing Rong came, he noticed the little thing behind Mo Lingyun at a glance, and before he could speak, Mo Lingyun had already walked towards him happily, "Master!"

"This is?" Jing Rong's eyes fell on the fluffy bouncing behind him.

"Ah, I don't know, just follow me along the way." Mo Lingyun knelt down and pinched it up, the fluffy fat cub had bulging cheeks, and the gray fur all over his body felt very good in the hand.

"This is..." Jing Rong thought for a while, it should be an animal from the mountain behind them, called...

"A rat, it should be a big rat." Jing Rong was thinking about it, but was successfully interrupted by Mo Lingyun's "big rat", forgetting the little thing's real name.

"Do you want to raise it?" Jing Rong, who forgot the mouse's real name, simply changed his words.

"Does Master like it?" Mo Lingyun swung the mouse in his hand towards Jing Rong.

Jing Rong, who was attacked by cuteness, pursed her lips, and said implicitly: "Not bad."

"Then I'll raise it." Mo Lingyun, who hadn't let go all the way after being kicked out, changed his words quickly.

Bei Shanshe expressed anger at this: "You actually have a cat outside behind my back?!"

"This is a mouse." Mo Lingyun corrected him sincerely, and cut bamboo branches to make a cage for the mouse.

For this little thing, Mo Lingyun came according to the specifications for raising rabbits. He made a cage, found some hay to make a nest for it, and prepared some fresh grass leaves and boiled and cooled white water.

Compared with Beishan She's messy kennel, the eccentricity is not the usual eccentricity.

"Mo Lingyun, let me tell you, if you feed me roasted sweet potatoes tonight, I will never forgive you." Beishan She squatted aside and scratched the ground angrily. Damn, this hateful mouse, under the threat of snow wolves She can still chew grass with puffed cheeks, she just doesn't pay attention to it, there is still a little bit, cute... just a little bit!

"Oh, do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?" Mo Lingyun, who had already seen through Beishan She's inner drama, was quite calm.

Bei Shanshe snorted twice but didn't agree, and when Mo Lingyun got up to go out, he grabbed the mouse that was still chewing grass in his mouth, and got his head full of saliva, just playing with the little thing as a fur ball.

Mo Lingyun went out for half an hour, and when he came back, he saw that the mouse hairs he had just picked up were all stuck together, and his face turned black. He knocked on the table with one hand, and asked not so calmly: "Beishanshe, explain?"

Bei Shanshe snorted like a big white dog whose wit is not enlightened, clearly pretending to be stupid and avoiding responsibility.

However, a mountain is taller than a mountain.

"You, wash it up for me, or you won't be able to eat tonight."

At this moment, if anyone passes by Ling Xiao Peak, they will see a big white dog scrubbing a small squirrel with extra thick fur by the stream.

If we want to talk about the ability to control beasts, we have to look at Nanjiang and Changchuanze. As the frontiers of frontier defense, they have cultivated countless beast masters to block the generation after generation of monsters that attack the human races in various places.

There are not many people in Xuantianzong who learn how to control beasts, and they don't even get a lesson.

This is also one of the reasons why Beishan Shen was able to go out of the extreme north and come here to dance.

When Jing Rong walked past with his hands behind his back, Bei Shanshe was still angrily scrubbing the mouse, and almost slapped the mouse into the stream, it was a bit funny to see such a big one sitting by the stream.

"Where's Ling Yun?" Jing Rong asked it in a slow tone.

Bei Shanshe snorted, "I'm playing with mud!"

"Apse?" He guessed without thinking about Jing Rong.

Bei Shanshe rubbed the wet rats in his paws, as a tacit consent to Jingrong's words, Mo Lingyun went to dig sweet potatoes in the field he planted in the back hall, so it's not like playing in the mud.

But this little mouse is quite obedient, let it rub to and fro without making a sound, and it looks so cute that Bei Shanshe even likes it a little bit.

As for Mo Lingyun, who was called playing with mud by Bei Shanxie, he is breaking tender sweet potato vines and preparing to fry a plate of green vegetables. For dinner, he will make sweet potato porridge, which is very sweet.

Mo Lingyun was just about to leave with the basket in hand, when he came up to look for him, the two happened to leave together.

I heard from Jing Rong that the Xuantianzong's once-in-ten-year relic enchantment is about to open. In this relic, there is a huge stone tablet carved by Li Zhifeng himself. Jing Rong thinks that Mo Lingyun is practicing Xiaoyao Sword Dao, so he just took him to see it. look.

Mo Lingyun nodded as he had listened to Jing Rong's words. He thought for a while and asked again: "Master, can I ask, in your eyes, what kind of person is Senior Li Zhifeng?"

Mo Lingyun had heard many different speeches, most of which were praises of the sword fairy Guangming, but he always had some different ideas, and now he also wanted to hear what kind of person Li Zhifeng would be in the eyes of his master.

Jing Rong took a deep look at Mo Lingyun, and slowly said: "Thousands of people have thousands of faces, senior Li Zhifeng is also different in the eyes of different people, but if you want to ask me how to look at it, I can only say."

"He has worked hard for the human race all his life, and he has also laid the foundation for the prosperity of the human race. If you look at the history of the human race thousands of years ago, he is one of the founders of the prosperity of the human race."

The author has something to say: My prototype reference for this little mouse is Totoro!Then Kitayama’s archetype is for reference... Uh, it’s Maodo’s Samoyed...