The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 695 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (99)

   Seeing the young woman holding her hair bun so jokes, Su Qinghuan's heart suddenly became embarrassed.

  ——It’s nothing more than being misunderstood by the small stall seller who sells drapery hats, even this young couple said so.

  ……

Su Qinghuan frowned and explained.

   "The two joked, Han Zhou and I have a master-disciple relationship, not the unmarried couple you imagined."

   "Huh? Is it like this?"

  The honest young man said dumbly.

  And the young woman holding hands beside him looked at Su Qinghuan and Yan Hanzhou dumbfounded.

  The young woman frowned, as if she wanted to say something to Su Qinghuan, but in the end her husband saw it, squeezed her palm, and just smiled apologetically at Su Qinghuan.

   "It's my wife who has missed it. Please don't laugh at the two nobles."

  The honest man nodded to Su Qinghuan and Yan Hanzhou, and then dragged the young woman carrying the lantern away.

  Probably because they both felt that they had walked a distance of a bridge and would no longer be heard by Su Qinghuan and Yan Hanzhou, the young woman mumbled at her husband with a little dissatisfaction.

   "What, where are such young masters and apprentices?"

   "And I'm the most accurate person. If it weren't for the extreme love, who would stand up subconsciously to protect the people next to them when the fireworks fell?"

  Looking at the married couples and unmarried couples passing by here, very few can achieve such an affection.

  This is also the reason why the young woman originally envied Su Qinghuan.

   And Yan Hanzhou’s face really amazed them, but the most impressive thing was the boy’s dark and deep eyelashes, staring at Su Qinghuan almost unblinking.

  Obviously it is the Lunar New Year's Eve festival, the lights are bright, but these rare beauty is no better than the woman wearing a white hat in front of her.

  If you say that this is not love, what do you need to be true love?

  And the honest man allowed his wife to grab the palm of his palm, and smiled in a naive way.

   "I also think that little boy likes the woman who just wore the drapery hat, but it seems that maybe he is just wishful thinking."

"what?!"

  The gossip young woman was shocked immediately, she subconsciously let go of her hand holding her husband's palm, her expression stunned.

  She murmured, she just couldn't believe it.

  "Such a good-looking and infatuated young man, there will be people, don’t you like it?"

  ……

  As the two said, they wanted to look back at the figures of Su Qinghuan and Yan Hanzhou, but saw that the figures of the two had already walked under the bridge, and they could only see the corners of the white clothes in the distance.

   Immediately afterwards, even if he looked at it, he could only let the two white shadows drown in the crowd.

  The young and honest man smiled helplessly at his wife.

   "The king Xiang has a dream, and the goddess has no intention. Isn't it all written in the script?"

   "Hey, that's what I said, but I think that the little boy and the woman in the drapery hat match very well. If there is really no way to be together, it would be a shame..."

  ……

  Xianxians are already ears and eyes.

The monks of the Yuanying class have far better ears than ordinary people. Su Qinghuan originally felt upset when he heard the young couple left and gossiping, so he brought Yan Hanzhou down the bridge.

  It’s just that I didn’t expect it to be so far away, and those voices still groaned into my ears, humming.

  Su Qinghuan was very embarrassed.

  She tried her best not to see Yan Hanzhou.

  Who knows, the young man smiled suddenly, joking narrowly at the white-clothed Immortal Venerable.

   "Master, you have to look at the way. Although you can volley on the surface of the water by magic, it will be no good if you disturb those mortals."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan heard the words, only to realize that his path had gone astray, and it was no longer as dense as the crowd watching the lanterns.

  The bluestone slab in front of me suddenly disappeared. If I walked a few more steps, I would cross over to the river.

  "……"

  The embarrassment on Su Qinghuan's face suddenly became more obvious.

  She coughed slightly, trying to pretend that she didn’t know anything.

  "As a teacher, I was just thinking about something on my mind."

   "What's on your mind?"

  The young man looked at her with scorching eyes, without realizing that he was breaking the casserole to the end.

  She obviously just wants to find a step down!

  Su Qinghuan was bitter in her heart. She racked her brains to compose a reason that was reasonable and in line with the original owner’s high-cold identity. However, she saw Yan Hanzhou's brows raised, and she looked at her with some unclear meaning.

   "Master is thinking about what the mortal couple said just now?"

"……how do you know?

  Su Qinghuan didn't reveal her guilty conscience so quickly, she gritted her teeth and tried her best to turn around smoothly.

"you guessed wrong."

  "……"

  The young man ignored Su Qinghuan's far-fetched turn, and he said indifferently.

  "Master does not need to be bothered by the words of those strangers. Master has already promised the disciple. If the disciple becomes the first person in the Canglan Continent one day, will Master marry me and be a Taoist companion?"

  "……"

  Boy, you still remember this!

  Su Qinghuan was shocked.

  She almost promised this to the bottom of the box.

  Su Qinghuan Guli gave Yan Hanzhou a weird look.

"Han Zhou, I'm afraid that the most powerful monk in Canglan Continent today is no better than the evil demon king Jiuyou. You and I had a glimpse with him before the Tianyuan Secret Realm. You must have seen it, how much it surpassed him. difficult."

   "Even though there are many difficulties and dangers, I would rather die than fear."

   Yan Hanzhou's expression was faint, as if the person who was pale and almost unable to bear it was not himself before Jun Jiuyou's coercion.

  ……

  Su Qing happily looked at the river in front of him, although this river is a tributary of the small town here, and it is relatively quiet.

  But there are still many lotus petal-shaped lanterns floating in it.

  These villagers use face people and lanterns to pin their wishes. Although the probability of realization is not high, it may be a good vision, right?

  Su Qinghuan thought this in her heart, and stared at the lotus petal-shaped lantern for a long time.

When Yan Hanzhou saw it, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

   "Master wants to follow their example and set a lantern in person?"

   "...no need. Since we have already put the doughnuts in the bridge hole before, I think it doesn't make much sense to put the lanterns."

  Speaking of this, Su Qinghuan cast Ling Ling's gaze at Yan Hanzhou with curiosity.

   "Han Zhou, I don’t know as a teacher. What wish did you make when you planted that person?"

  "Master Guess?"

  Yan Hanzhou rarely sold it, and it happened that a lotus petal-shaped lantern floated from a distance and got stuck alone by the river.

  The young man bent down, picked it up, and smiled leisurely at Su Qinghuan.

   "The wish of the disciple coincides with the one written on this lantern."

  (End of this chapter)