Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

To let go, or not to let go.

Ye Qingyi was hesitating, as if he was holding a hedgehog in his raised right hand, it would not be wrong to teach him to let go, or not to let go.

"Uncle Master?" Xuan Moxiao held the porcelain bowl, looked at Ye Qingyi's raised right hand in puzzlement, and suddenly saw a small red spot embedded in Ye Qingyi's finger like a red mole. .

His heart was inexplicable, he opened his eyes just to see the red dot clearly, but Ye Qingyi didn't give him this chance, the jade hand flicked lightly, and the white gauze cloud sleeves floated in front of him with a faint fragrance of orchids , Bow your head again, there are already more cube sugar in the bowl.

"Put some sugar to make it taste better." Ye Qingyi retracted his sleeves, and smiled at the puzzled Xuan Moxiao, "Try it."

Xuan Moxiao looked at the sugar cubes that were gradually melting in the bowl, then looked up at the gentle and calm Ye Qingyi, without hesitation, picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

Ye Qingyi stared at Xuan Moxiao's Adam's apple rolling up and down, and quietly put away the magic lock pill on his fingertips.

After eating a bowl of peach soup, it was really indescribably comfortable, Xuan Moxiao wiped the corner of his mouth with a grateful expression: "It's delicious, thank you uncle for the reward."

Ye Qingyi smiled.

When Ye Qingyi smiled, Xuan Moxiao didn't dare to stare at his face. His eyes swept down and inadvertently landed on the table. He found that Ye Qingyi hadn't drunk the peach blossom soup yet, so he said, "Master, don't drink it yet." Do you want to drink it? It will make you uncomfortable if you drink it when it’s cold.”

"Oh, I want to drink." Ye Qingyi shook his cloud sleeves lightly, and was about to hold the porcelain bowl. Xuan Moxiao looked at the slender, tender, boneless jade hand, and blurted out, "Uncle, Let the disciples serve you and drink the peach blossom soup."

Ye Qingyi's outstretched hand slowly paused.

"you?"

"Yeah." Xuan Moxiao whispered, "If Master Master doesn't mind."

Ye Qingyi stared at Xuan Moxiao for a moment.

No matter what, he said no to such a harmless little face, and leaned back on the soft pillow: "Okay, I'm sorry."

The peaceful eyes of the young man were rippling like a lake disturbed by stones. He picked up the porcelain bowl and sat down beside Ye Qingyi with the corner of his clothes.

Ye Qingyi, who was sick and boned, was as light as a feather. Xuan Moxiao sat beside him, and even his breathing slowed down. He stirred the peach blossom soup with a spoon, took a spoonful, blew it, and carefully sent it to Ye Qing Clothes lips: "Uncle Master..."

The Master Uncle trembled, but the hand holding the spoon was steady, Ye Qingyi gently opened her thin lips and drank it slowly, and said under Xuan Moxiao's quietly watching eyes: "Thank you."

Xuan Moxiao trembled slightly, lowered his head awkwardly, and repeated the action of scooping peach blossom soup over and over again.

The flames of the Lanzhu Lighthouse were soft and bright, silently wrapping the figures of the two people on the couch, and throwing them on the indigo blanket.

Although the night is cold, the inside of Yilan Pavilion is warm and harmonious.

Ye Qingyi only ate less than half a bowl of peach blossom soup and stopped eating, slowly closed his sickly eyes, leaned his head on the soft pillow and said, "Okay, Mo Xiao, you are tired from tossing around all day, go back Rest."

Xuan Moxiao held the porcelain bowl firmly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Ye Qingyi: "Yes."

Peach blossom soup is not wine, but at this moment Xuan Moxiao is very dizzy.

He bid farewell to Ye Qingyi, and walked out of Yilan Pavilion with Ye Qingyi's used porcelain bowl in his hand. Rong Lian in the sword suit was sitting in front of a big rock, looking at the stove, shaking her head at a book, and writing and drawing in mid-air with her fingers from time to time.

Every time his fingertips slid across the air, a string of flashing green auras would appear, looking from a distance like clusters of brilliant fireworks, especially beautiful under the night sky, Xuan Moxiao was so surprised , couldn't help walking up to Rong Lian: "Brother Rong, what are you doing?"

Rong Lian, who was concentrating on practicing, was startled by Xuan Moxiao, she turned her head suddenly, but found that it was Xuan Moxiao, she patted her heart and said, "It's you, Junior Brother Xuan, I thought Senior Brother Qin was back."

"It's me, no one else." Xuan Moxiao squatted halfway in front of the stove, "Is Senior Brother Rong decocting medicine for Senior Uncle?"

"That's right." Rong Lian added some firewood to the stove, and asked curiously, "Brother Xuan, Master has finished talking to you."

"En." Xuan Moxiao nodded shyly.

"Then...is the peach blossom soup I made delicious?" Rong Lian asked with a smile.

"Delicious." Xuan Moxiao praised sincerely, "I've never eaten such a delicious thing..."

Rong Lian smiled happier for a moment, and patted Xuan Moxiao's shoulder with the booklet: "That's easy to say, if you want to eat it in the future, just tell me, and I will make it for you."

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback when he heard the words, stared blankly at Rong Lian for a few seconds, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Rong."

Rong Lian waved her hands to indicate that it's okay, and continued flipping through his books, Xuan Moxiao's eyes fell on the book in Rong Lian's hand: "Brother Rong, you are reading."

"That's right." Rong Lian said, "We at Yushu Peak practice the formation technique, Qimen Dunjia, eh? Brother Xuan, do you want to learn it?"

"Me?" Xuan Moxiao looked surprised, "Of course I want to learn, but I'm not a disciple of Yushu Peak, can I learn?"

"Of course you can!" Rong Lian said loudly, "When master started classes in the early years, disciples from all peaks would come to attend the lectures, and I would occasionally learn swordsmanship with disciples from Qionglong Peak, but I don't recommend you to follow Bailie Peak. Master Liu's disciples are taught by Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu is too strict, ordinary disciples can't stand it at all."

Xuan Moxiao didn't listen to Rong Lian's words at all. Just knowing that he could practice with Ye Qingyi, he was already so happy: "So, I can learn formation?"

"Yes." After answering, Rong Lian seemed a little unsure, she got up and looked at Yilanxuan, making sure that Ye Qingyi hadn't fallen asleep, and then asked, "Master, can you let Junior Brother Xuan learn some things from me?" Is it a magic formation?"

After hearing this, Xuan Moxiao stood up abruptly, and looked at the figure in Yilanxuan together with Rong Lian. After a long time, a cold and ethereal voice came out: "You decide for yourself."

Rong Lian happily bowed to Yi Lanxuan: "Thank you, Master!" Then she turned to look at Xuan Moxiao, "Junior Brother Xuan, do you know how to read?"

Xuan Moxiao nodded: "I learned a little bit when I was young."

"That's good!" Rong Lian waved her long sleeves and transformed into a thick, bronze-colored book, "This is an introductory French book. You should read this first. If you encounter something you don't understand, just ask me. I'll know for sure." There is no end to words!"

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It was already late at night when Xuan Moxiao returned to Diancang Peak with the book presented by Rong Lian.

Although the night was deep, Xuan Moxiao was not sleepy. He held the heavy book in one hand, and the porcelain bowl Ye Qingyi used in the other. It was so clear that he almost suspected that he was dreaming.

This is not a dream, but it is far more fragile than a dream.

Xuan Moxiao put the books and porcelain bowls back in his dorm, took advantage of the heavy moonlight to come to the dorm, and went to the soil to search for the Lingzhu that he had hidden when he left Diancang Peak.The unexpected treasure is too important to him, it is both a gift from God and a knife hanging above his head, he must not lose it.

The sand layer after the rest house was not considered hard, and Xuan Moxiao dug a hole the size of a fist in a short while, but to his disappointment, he did not find Du Lingzhu as he wished, and the cold sweat on Xuan Moxiao's forehead immediately It flowed down, he clearly hid the Du Lingzhu here, clearly and clearly, why couldn't he find it?

He frantically turned over the sand and soil around him, but he still couldn't find the whereabouts of Du Lingzhu.

suffered...

Could it be that he was discovered and taken away by the disciples on Diancang Peak?

Xuan Moxiao's clear eyes instantly condensed into frost, his sandy hands clenched into fists, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

How to do?How to do?

"Are you looking for this?"

At a loss, a crisp voice like a silver bell floated into my ears.

who? !

Xuan Moxiao suddenly raised his head and looked towards the place where the voice came from. He was surprised to see a petite and beautiful young man in white clothes with green eyes standing under a green tree by the mountain, holding a translucent jade bead in his hand, Looking at him with a sneer on his face.

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