As a person who cherishes weapons, such a situation makes Chu nightning really speechless.
He was afraid that he saw a fool.
I saw that under the flower tree not far away, the ink burned and summoned to hell. Shenwu can expand and contract on its own and control the size, but most people are willing to make their weapons bigger and more majestic. But the ink burns will become very small, about the same length and thickness as the hair rope, the broken leaves are exquisite, and the dignified martial arts look like a poor little child.
Everyone's spiritual power is different. After Chu Wanning's Tianwen is poured into the spiritual power, it is golden, but it is red when he sees it.
So I left the willow leaves aside, damn it looks like the red line of the old moon...
"Master, you put this in your hands. I want to know if it is the same as Tianwen, and it also has the ability to coax people to tell the truth."
"Uh... you want to try me?"
The ink burned and smiled: "Yes, because I am the best with you, and I believe you will never lie to me."
The teacher is still hesitant: "It's right to say so, but..."
"Oh, I will never ask tricky things. Do you believe me, let's pull the hook?"
Saying that, he stretched out his little finger.
The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How old are you, you are still so naive."
"Pull the hook, it can be pulled at the age of eight, and it can be pulled at the age of eighteen. Even if it is eighty-eight years old, it can still be pulled. What is naive." little finger out. The teacher was amused and funny by him, but there was no way, and he had to go in the end.
Unexpectedly, the ink burned the little finger of the teacher, but he did not hook up with him, but squinted his eyes and smiled: "Damn, work."
Seeing the ghosts twice, the thunder was too fast to cover the ears, and the little finger of the teacher was tied, and the other end took the little finger that was still standing upright.
The handsome young man smiled like a sly fox who had attained to heaven, with deep dimples, and said happily, "Congratulations, I was fooled."
The teacher is just ridiculous: "You!... You let me go."
"No rush, no rush." Mo Ran smiled, "I'll let go after asking a few questions."
In fact, since Jin Chengchi got Sauvignon Blanc, and the teacher failed to open the box, the ink burned a little uneasy.
Although the teacher wore gloves at the time and could not directly touch Sauvignon Blanc, the ink burned still could not be completely relieved, not to mention that the last box was actually opened by Chu nightning.
Chu nightning... how is it possible...
So Mo Ran felt that Sauvignon Blanc must be broken.
But in order to prove it, he thought it would be best to double-check it with the hell out of it.
He doesn't doubt his sincerity to the teacher, but he is very worried that in the heart of the teacher, he is actually insignificant. As for Jin Chengchi's liking, it may be his own delusion.
He feels that the teacher has a gentle temperament and is good to everyone on weekdays. Unlike Chu Wanning, who has a late mother's face that others owe him Jinshan Yinshan all day long, which is especially disgusting.
Don't look at Step Xianjun as a rough person, when he misses his sweetheart, this guy can tangle himself to death.
"First of all." Although the ink burned in his heart, he was still smiling, pretending to be relaxed and casual, and decided to throw a few innocuous questions to pave the way.
"What do you think of Xue Meng?"
With a pain in the finger, the teacher couldn't help but honestly said: "The young master is very good, but the words are too straight, sometimes unbearable."
The ink burned the palm and laughed: "Hey? You can't stand him when you can't stand him? Hahaha, it's no wonder, after all, he hates it so much."
The teacher blushed: "... You should be quiet, don't be heard by the young master."
"Good, good." Mo Ran smiled, "But if you say bad things about him, I am very happy."
Teacher: "..."
The ink burned and asked: "Then what do you think of the master?"
"Master is very good, but he has a little temper..." It seems that the teacher doesn't want to comment on Chu nightning, but he was helplessly tied to the ghost, bit his lip for a while, and said aggrievedly, "The temper is a little grumpy."
"Haha, there's no irritability, it's clearly very irritable. I get angry every three or five times. I don't want to admit it when I get angry. I think the concubine is better than him."
Chu nightning standing in the corner: "..."
The ink burned suddenly a little curious and asked: "Since you know that the master has a bad temper, why do you still worship him?"
The teacher said: "The teacher is cold but kind, my talent is not as good as others, but he never thinks that I am stupid. He said that there is no difference in teaching. Since I am not good at attacking, he will teach me the art of healing and recovery. He, he Treat me well."
The ink burned was originally happy, and when he heard this, he suddenly restrained his smile and gradually became silent.
After a while, Mo Ran said: "Where does he treat you well. It's not just to teach you some spells, occasionally take care of you, and any master will do the same."
"That's different—"
The ink burned suddenly and was unhappy, and he bulged his cheeks: "Anyway, he treats you not well! I can do what he treats you!"
The teacher stopped talking.
In this embarrassing silence, the ink burned gradually calmed down the fire in my heart. When I saw the teacher lowered his eyes and said nothing, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "Sorry."
"It's okay." The teacher said. But after a while, the teacher said abruptly: "In the early years, when you didn't come to the top of life and death, once I was walking on the road, it suddenly rained."
"I didn't go to the master's door at that time, and when I was running in the rain, I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Seeing me in a mess, he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I have heard for a long time that he is cold and ruthless. Fame, when I walked side by side with him, I felt a lot of anxiety in my heart."
"and then?"
The teacher looked gentle and said: "Then? Then we didn't speak all the way."
Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He is so boring, and he really has nothing to say to him."
"Yeah." The teacher smiled, "Master said very little. However, when he sent me to the front of the house, I thanked him. Suddenly I saw that his right shoulder was all wet, and I Standing on his left all the way, there was no rain at all."
Ink burning: "..."
"The oil-paper umbrella was very small, but it was only big enough for one person. He blocked most of it to me, and I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a post on apprenticeship, begging him to accept me. under the door."
"Don't say it." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You are too kind, if you go on, I will think you are pitiful."
The teacher said warmly: "A burning, don't you think that the master is pitiful? He only has such a small umbrella, because he has always walked alone, and no one wants to accompany him. So, sometimes the master is right I didn't care if I was harsher or reprimanded more. Because I remember his wet shoulders."
The ink burned and did not speak, but the tip of the nose was slightly red, and there was a trace of grief in the heart.
The sour feeling was a little vague, and suddenly I didn't know who this feeling was for.
"Aran, let me ask you a question."
"Well, you said."
"Do you really hate Shizun?"
The ink burned for a while: "I..."
"Or, you don't like him, do you?"
When the teacher asked this sentence, his calm and soft eyes seemed a little sharp for some reason. The ink burned him unprepared, and under such a sharp gaze, he was suddenly speechless.
The ink burned his head, neither nodded nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said: "Oh, didn't I ask you a question? I was accidentally surrounded by you. How can there be such a thing?"
Seeing him avoid talking, the teacher is exquisite, and does not force, just smile: "I will ask casually, and you don't have to take it to heart."
"Well." The ink burned to pick up the mood, and then raised his eyes, looking at the face of the teacher's beautiful moon through the thick eyelashes curtain.
Originally, his third question was to ask the teacher whether he liked him or not. But after this conversation, the mood suddenly became heavy, and he pursed his lips and was silent for a while, and the ink burned suddenly: "He is my master, and it is just a master. I can't talk about whether I like it or not."
Hearing his words, Chu nightning's eyelashes, standing in the dark, moved slightly, like the stinging wings of a butterfly when it was injured.
Although some things are like a mirror in my heart, when I really confirm it, I still feel like a drifter and my heart sinks into the sea. Perhaps it was a little early in the autumn, and Chu nightning suddenly felt cold.
In the distance, the ink burned and the teacher was talking, he closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that appeared recently came to his head.
He suddenly felt exhausted and turned to leave.
However, after walking a few steps, the sound of ink burning was held by the autumn wind again, and it was handed to his ear if there was nothing. It made him stop involuntarily.
Mo Ran is asking the third question of the teacher: "Okay, you said Xue Meng, and you also said the teacher, so let's talk about me."
He minimized the care and effort in his voice, and asked cautiously, even a little humbly:
"Master, what do you think of me?"
The teacher suddenly stopped talking.
Like Tianwen, the ghost obviously has the ability to ask the truth, the teacher resisted to answer, and the ghost became more red because of this, and tightly locked the fingertips of the teacher.
The teacher frowned and said: "It hurts..."
"I just ask you to say a word." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was buried deep in his heart. In the past and present, he has almost become his inner demon, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"
The teacher shook his head and closed his eyes. It seemed that the pain was terrible, the long eyelashes kept shaking, and the forehead gradually oozes fine sweat.
"..." The ink burned to see him like this, but he was still soft-hearted, and sighed, "That's all..."
He was about to withdraw to see the ghost, but the teacher endured it to the extreme, his face was as white as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes.
After the teacher said this sentence, the original pale face quickly turned red, and seemed to be annoyed, and he dared not look at the other party with his eyes down.
The ghost turned into a little red light, like the petals of a residual flower, and they were raised in the palm of the ink burning. The ink burning was not restrained. mean.
There was a lazy smile in his voice, but his eyes were a little wet, and he said: "Okay, thank you. I also think you are very good. Although Jin Chengchi has told you once, but you don't even remember it. So I want to say it again, you're really... likable."
Although he did not elaborate on what kind of likes he liked, the teacher still had a red neck and couldn't say a word.
The ink burned a pair of deep and lacquer eyes staring at him. The luster in his eyes is so clear, as if the stars are immersed in the sea, and the fine waves are surging on the Milky Way.
"I want to treat you well and make you happy."
The teacher is not stupid, looking at his expression, he is also well aware of his intentions, and he can't help but bow his head.
The ink burned and looked at the heart, and couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch the hair of the teacher. However, before it could get close, suddenly a golden light flashed, and the "pop" a cane whip was firmly drawn on the face of the ink.
"Ah!" The ink burned and turned back in amazement.
I saw that Chu nightning Bai Yi Shengxue, standing with his hands behind his back, was standing beside the green eaves and white walls, looking down at them coldly. Tianwen is like a spirit snake hissing a letter, coiled on the ground, the willow leaves are shy, and from time to time a cluster of sparks and a ray of golden light burst out.
The teacher was shocked: "Master..."
The ink burned his face and said: "Master."
So what if you are hated, what if you are not liked
In exchange for others, it may be to cry bitterly, but in exchange for Chu Wanning... Cry? absurd. Of course, it was to beat the winker.
Chu nightning looked very cold, walked on foot, and said coldly: "If you don't practice well, what are you talking about here? Mo Weiyu, do you think it's great for you to get the last Shenwu? You are sure to win, no one can match. Now? You are so leisurely."
"Master, I just want to..."
Chu nightning's eyes were fierce, and the ink burned and shut up.
"Shi Mingjing will fight with me, Mo Weiyu." He paused and said with disgust, "Cultivation, if I come to compete with you, if you can't make ten moves under my hands, then go back and punish yourself and copy the art of clearing your heart. Three hundred times. Go away."
Ten tricks
Mo Ran feels that it is better to copy the Qingxin Art directly.
The author has something to say:
Shizun's shock is not necessarily because the fish is teasing the teacher, but it can also be because the fish is bullying to hell 2333
Come, come, gamble and gamble again, the sexy dealer in Macau has issued a card, the next chapter [Jin Chengchi is injured and taboo, why does Chu Wanning give up treatment], bet on what is wrong with the gambler, if there is a guess … I will add a luxury sports car to the sideshow after the full text is over! ! Angrily beat the dog's head that the racer feeds the fish~
ps. Friendly reminder, the episodes of healing and bathing were watched and guessed, there will be no more hahahaha, what else is there to play in the dramas that have been played (≧▽≦)~