Purple Qi Donglai

"Young master, it's been a while since you and I came out, if the master finds out, I'm afraid you will have a hard time."

Hearing this, the man stopped in his tracks, closed his folding fan suddenly, then turned around and walked towards the bookboy behind him.

"Fang Chen, as long as you don't talk about my father, no one will know about it. Besides, my father always asks me to go to the academy to listen to those old masters. My ears are callused. Are you being pedantic by my father?" The man patted Fang Chen's shoulder slightly, signaling that he doesn't need to say any more.

"But young master, here," Fang Chen was about to speak, but was interrupted by his voice,

"Okay, you don't need to say too much, Fang Chen, you have been with me for so long and you should understand my Yin Jishen's character. If I don't like something, no matter who forces me, I won't do it," The angry tone gradually reached Fang Chen's ears, and he could only sigh helplessly,

Fang Chen wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Yin Jishen's folding fan.

"Young master, what do you mean? Could it be that you plan to go home with Fang Chen?" Fang Chen looked at Yin Jishen suspiciously, his eyes were full of surprise, but there was a little surprise,

But Yin Jishen lifted the folding fan lightly, tapped his forehead slightly,

"Fang Chen, after all, you're just following this young master, why are you so useless? You really can't teach a child."

"Master, don't you want to find some immortal again?!" Fang Chen stared at Yin Shipeng with wide eyes, his eyes were full of surprise, and his tone became hasty.

Yin Jishen took a few steps forward, stopped suddenly, turned around abruptly and met Fang Chen's eyes,

"My young master has heard the stories of those gods told by those magicians since he was young, and he was looking forward to learning something, but the scene didn't last long, and before the germination sprouted, my father dispelled me with a stick. This thought," Yin Jishen's mouth was slightly bitter, and his clear eyes showed a little helplessness, and the black soap boots stepped on the dust, which made a slight rustling sound, making the forest path even more quiet. more and more lonely,

"Since I was young, I have always dreamed of that woman. She is wearing a light pink water skirt, among the burning peach blossoms, and among the bamboo leaves. With just one glance, that figure is unforgettable," said the ethereal and hoarse voice. The voice gradually spread to Fang Chen's ears, unexpectedly it also brought with him deep thoughts,

"Master, if you care about that woman, why don't you go find her?" Fang Chen took a few steps back, then looked at Yin Jishen suspiciously,

The black hem of the robe was lifted by the breeze, and the breeze blowing on his face, blown away the broken hair around his ears, and the strands of blue silk stuck to his face, making him even more deep and beautiful.

"I don't know, I've always been pulled by an unknown force, otherwise I wouldn't have been so worried about me for more than ten years," he gently twirled a small stone under his feet, and the stone rubbed against the ground The rustling sound also gradually broke the calm in the air,

"Forget it, if we were destined to meet each other a long time ago, since we are young, why should we care so much?" A smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth, he walked not far away, patted the stone under him, and then twisted his hem with one hand. Robe, sitting on the stone, with a slight sense of laziness between the brows,

"Master, are you leaving?" Fang Chen tightened the package in his arms, and said casually,

After a while, his ethereal and hoarse voice came to his ears,

"Aren't you tired just now? Sit down and rest for a while, and then leave after you have had enough rest." The long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of the mouth gradually curved into an arc, and a shallow dimple sometimes appeared beside the corner of the mouth. Even more intoxicated,

After a while, the figure standing behind him became more and more blurred, and that deep gaze gradually disappeared into the green leaves in the breeze.

The white smoke melted into the wind and gradually hit his figure. The ethereal voice lingered in his ears for a moment, and then dissipated in the wind in just a moment.

"If you want to get the answer, go to Qingqiu."

"Qingqiu," his eyes opened slightly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly with the breeze blowing, his clear pair gradually added a touch of depth, his eyes gradually became deep, and then melted into the pitch-black star pupils,

A lifetime of mortal origins, the thousands of tender feelings between gold and iron horses are all melted in blood, and there is no destiny for each other

The second Bodhi was born by destiny, the deep love in the faint candlelight cannot escape the catastrophe of life, only the fate of Dao is extinguished

The third generation is full of youth, under the guidance of the dark, the second generation looks back at the heart, and the fate is shallow, and the fate is against the sky.