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At the foot of Zangshan Mountain, in front of the cabin. Google search reading

When Uncle Gui demonstrated it for the thirtieth time, Lin Chan had some realization.

She tried waving the [Partridge Sky] in her hand, and it seemed to work.

Uncle Gui slowly turned around and saw that Lin Chan had also entered the door. He nodded with satisfaction, and then wrote two words on the ground: "Ten days."

It means that they should go back to the back mountain to practice first and get familiar with it. After ten days, they can learn the second move - [Stab].

When Lin Chan saw the mute old man put away his crutches, he suddenly understood: "It turns out that master has already learned it."

Otherwise, Uncle Gui would have continued to demonstrate.

"Master is really amazing." She thought in her heart.

Lu Xun raised his right hand, gently rubbed Xiao Chan'er's head, and said, "Not bad, I learn quickly."

Lin Chan blushed at his praise.

"Master obviously learns faster." She said in her heart.

However, when he learned that Lu Xun had already started, he praised Lin Chan in advance and expressed his satisfaction with her learning progress. Lin Chan would not have the idea that she was slowing down Lu Xun's progress, and would not You will feel guilty and there will be no excessive sense of urgency.

"Uncle Gui, Xiao Chan'er and I will go back first, and I'll come back to you in ten days." Lu Xun said with a smile.

The mute old man nodded slowly in response.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chan first saluted Uncle Gui and said goodbye, then trotted to the wooden table in front of the wooden house, packed up the dishes and put them into her exclusive small bamboo basket.

Lin Chan lowered her head to tidy up. The morning sun shone on her body. She raised her right hand and pushed a strand of hanging black hair behind her ear.

The corners of her little ears are still a little red. Every time before she blushes, she always blushes her little ears first. The blush on her face dissipated quickly, but it faded slower on her ears.

Lu Xun looked over from this angle, looked at Lin Chan who was slightly bent over, looked at her curvy figure, and sighed in his heart:

"You're a big girl now."

In a few days, Lin Chan will be 18 years old.

When she was picked up, she was still a skinny girl, her hair was slightly yellow, and her face was unhealthy and pale.

Now he is standing tall and graceful, and just standing there can attract everyone's attention.

Transformation like breaking out of a cocoon!

"And I, Lu Xun, am the biggest contributor to all of this!"

He was so happy that he felt like an old farmer when he had a good harvest.

Ah ~ this is the pleasure of cultivation.

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On the way back, Lu Xun was still driving the paper crane.

In his storage ring, there is also the [Sword Heritage] he got from Boundary Monument Dida.

He planned to wait until Lin Chan's birthday and give it to her as a gift.

Life needs a sense of ritual!

On the paper crane, Lin Chan sat next to Lu Xun, with his head lowered, and his fingers would make a few strokes on the small bamboo basket from time to time.

Many girls will make some habitual small movements with their hands when they have nothing to do, and Lin Chan is the same.

Lu Xun turned his head and took a look. Looking from his side, he felt that the eyelashes of Xiao Chan'er, whose eyes were slightly lowered, were really long.

"My little cicada is getting more and more beautiful." He sighed like an old father.

He would often say this in his mind, but this was the first time he said it so bluntly and suddenly.

Lin Chan, who had his head lowered, immediately raised his head after hearing this. After glancing at his master, like a deer in the forest, his eyes desperately dodge and he lowered his head again.

But why are those little ears so red?

Lu Xun even thought about whether he should reach out and touch it to see if it was hot?

After flying back to the back mountain, Lin Chan ran away from Lu Xun and ran into the kitchen carrying her exclusive small bamboo basket.

Lu Xun smiled slightly, but he didn't think it was anything.

On the contrary, after praising Lin Chan's beauty for the first time, Lu Xun suddenly realized that he should have praised her long ago.

Because he knew very well that Xiao Chan'er was not a particularly confident girl.

Just imagine, she used to be weak, a sick person, and a pot of medicine.

But fortunately, her grandfather was a kind and gentle man and would never complain in front of Lin Chan about how troublesome and expensive she was.

In fact this is a rare thing.

Because in many cases, even if family members are really trying their best, they can't help but say a few words.

And because her physique is so poor, she is thin and short, and her skin is an unhealthy white color.

As for the whole person's complexion and the whole person's spirit, it is even worse.

Because she is often troubled by "strange illnesses" at night, resulting in poor sleep, she also has obvious eye circles on her face.

In her own mind, she has never seen any peer who looks like her.

When girls get a little older, they will love beauty. This is natural.

In fact, her grandfather also tried his best to take care of this. On Lin Chan's twelfth birthday, he used his own wages to buy the most expensive and best rouge in the city.

Lin Chan wiped it secretly at night. After wiping it, she looked at herself in the mirror and cried silently.

So ugly.

So ugly.

The red rouge highlighted the paleness of her face.

While helping out in the restaurant, she also heard guests talking behind her back, joking with her and her friends, saying, "What the hell is this? If my daughter looks like this, let alone receiving a betrothal gift, how much dowry should I prepare to get a man to want her?"

After hearing this, Wang Pan, who was still a waiter at the time, silently spit into the tea, stirred it evenly, and handed it to the middle-aged guest with a smile.

Lu Xun naturally didn't know about these past events.

But he could vaguely see that although Xiao Chan'er was constantly transforming, she was still beautiful without knowing it.

To be precise, because of her extreme inferiority complex in her appearance in the past, she is really getting more and more beautiful now, but she still doesn't feel confident enough.

Lu Xun looked at her fleeing back, and for some reason, he felt a little guilty.

"It turns out that I'm not a particularly competent master. I should have taken action earlier."

After all, he was the one who raised his sister, and he knew some of the little sensitivities in the hearts of girls.

"Fortunately, it's not too late now." Lu Xun thought in his heart.

After figuring this out, Lu Xun walked to the big rattan chair, gently pulled the little black cat's ears, and said: "Fourth Senior Sister, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

The little black cat raised its claws and grabbed Lu Xun's big hand, and its chubby little claws wrote in the palm: "Braised pork!"

"Okay, okay, I'll make it for you." Lu Xun said with a smile.

After saying that, he said with an experimental attitude: "Tsk tsk tsk, Fourth Senior Sister, your cat hair is really soft and shiny!"

Mao Nanbei listened to his praise, raised his little head, and meowed, as if saying: "Do you need me to say that?"

Even if they heard the same compliment, this is the difference between different people...

Lu Xun nodded secretly and said nothing more.

He also understood that this kind of thing should be done slowly and not too hard.

What's more, my little Chan'er is so beautiful, okay?

Speechless, I saw the princess even though I wasn't in Disney!

Mao Nanbei looked at his absent-minded junior brother and was confused: "Why did he look thoughtful after praising me!"

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A day passed like this. At night, Lu Xun opened the character panel and found that the progress bar of the [Contribution Point Mall] had finally reached 3%!

It's about to start!

Dog games are updating too slowly.

He pretended to go back to the house to practice, but in fact he was waiting for the mall to open.

As the night deepened, the magical fireflies on the back mountain began to appear in the mountains again, flying freely in groups.

When it was time for daily practice, Lin Chan returned to her room.

Before practicing, she also sat in front of the table and looked at the bronze mirror on the table.

As she looked, she was a little absent-minded.

I don't know what she suddenly thought of, her pair of small ears that were very easy to turn red began to heat up again.

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