[Magic Dao Patriarch] Ode to speech

The bamboo leaves fell lightly on the tip of the sword, reflecting on the clear water of the small pond under the moonlight.The blade turned slightly, and the flame-like dark lines on it reflected beautiful brilliance.

The moon-white fringe of the sword fluttered gently with the evening wind. The young man holding the sword was dressed in plain white clothes, his face was like a crown jade, his eyelids were slightly drooping, and the moonlight silvered his long black hair, pouring out the glory of a lifetime.

With a twist of the boy's wrist, the sword qi swayed, and all the bamboo leaves on the ground floated in the air, and the clear wind was even more sultry in the night.

The situation is picturesque, and the people in the painting seem like exiled immortals.

"How, Junior Sister Tao can see clearly?" Song Xiaoci smiled slightly, his clear eyes were teasing lightly.

"Ah... I didn't see it very clearly." Tao Yueling managed to recover, her face was still a bit dazed.

"Pfft." Song Xiaoci put the sword back into its sheath, patted her head understandingly, and persuaded: "Perhaps it's too dark, please come back, Junior Sister Tao, and I'll demonstrate it again tomorrow, okay?"

Tao Yueling blushed and nodded obediently.

Song Xiaoci slowly withdrew his hand, looked in the direction of Wei Wuxian and his party, and begged Lan Sizhui, "Please Sizhui, please send Junior Sister Tao back to the girls' dormitory. I think Mr. Wei and Mr. Lan have something to say to me. Speak."

Lan Sizhui understood, took two steps forward and said to Tao Yueling: "Let's go, Junior Sister Tao, I'll take you back."

Only then did Tao Yueling turn his head three times at a step, and left reluctantly.

Now, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji clearly saw Song Xiaoci showing them the same smile as before, and heard him say to them——

haven't seen you for a long time.

Before he finished speaking, under Song Xiaoci's surprised eyes, Wei Wuxian rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"You're still alive, why haven't you come back for so long!" Wei Wuxian yelled.

Song Xiaoci, no, it should be Wen Song, his eyes were red with a smile, tears slowly slid down his cheeks, but he joked playfully on his mouth: "Mr. Wei, if you keep hugging like this, your family will be jealous again." .”

Lan Wangji couldn't help but smile when he heard that, and said softly, "Welcome back."

Welcome back, little boy.

When Wei Wuxian had had enough hugs, he held Wen Song's shoulders with both hands and asked, "Since you're back, why don't you go see Mr. Zewu? You must know, right? He—"

"Shh..." Seeing Wen Songbi making a silent gesture, he smiled back and asked, "If I haven't met Ah Huan yet, how did Hongge get it back?"

Wei Wuxian was stunned, for a moment he didn't know what to say, isn't Wen Song holding Hongge now, he must have met Lan Xichen, or complain about A Huan who is too close call.

After a long time, he didn't need to worry about this pair at all.

"Today's swordsmanship instruction is over. If Brother Wei has nothing else to do, I'm going to find Ah Huan." In Wei Wuxian's words, he was almost in the eyes of Wen Song when he was mentioned by Lan Xichen. His tenderness was blinded by a flash.

So he refused to eat dog food, took Lan Wangji's arm and left.

"Let's go, Lan Zhan. They think we're in the way!"

Wen Song was helpless, but he also understood Wei Wuxian's habits, so he understood his meaning: You guys just go show your affection!

"Thank you," he said.

Wei Wuxian turned around and winked at him—brother, I like you!

In the distance, a melodious Xiao sound gradually sounded, the air was filled with the fragrance of early summer flowers, and the bright moon became brighter and clearer. He heard someone calling his name.

Under the moonlight with flying bamboo leaves, Wen Song slowly raised his head.

He is going to find the one he likes.