All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 29

Feng Ning felt that in the past two days, the relationship between his senior disciples and junior disciples had become particularly harmonious, it could be called brothers and sisters.

For example, he wanted to teach Qinglang swordsmanship. When Changbai saw him, he hurried over to volunteer:

"Master, I'm also used to using a sword. I'll just teach my younger brother how to use a sword. If there is anything I don't do well, the master will guide me personally."

For example, Changbai's internal injuries need to be treated persistently. When he called Changbai to Duyu Pavilion to heal his injuries, Qinglang ran over and offered spiritual fruit:

"Master, these fruits are too much for me, why don't you let the senior brother eat it, so that he can heal faster, and you don't have to bother the master to heal his wounds every day."

All in all, the absurd misunderstanding that day did not create a gap between the two senior brothers, but made them even more harmonious.

Feng Ning was very happy about this.

Without having Changbai to heal his wounds, and without having to teach Qinglang swordsmanship, he would have more time to develop a relationship with Tu Bai.

Under the peach blossom tree, fallen petals are colorful.

Changbai and Qinglang were dressed in the same blue and white robes as Guiningmen.

Wearing the same clothes on two people has completely different effects.

Qinglang's appearance is exquisite, his brows and eyes are tainted with unbridled flamboyance, with the vigor and freshness of a teenager.

Although Changbai's appearance is not as bright and eye-catching as Qinglang, he has a handsome temperament, as pine as bamboo.

The two faced each other, holding swords and dancing under the peach blossom tree. This scene was very pleasing to the eye.

Changbai has held a long sword since he first entered the school. Now he has practiced sword for more than [-] years. His character is calm, hardworking and hardworking. He has used this sword to perfection.And Changbai has always been gentle and generous, so he can't learn that kind of treacherous thing, and he went all out to teach Qinglang, and spared no effort.

Qing Lang is a natural sword wielder, he can remember the moves he sees once, and even draws inferences from one instance to add his own wonderful ideas.The two did not use their internal strength to fight each other, and Qing Lang was not obviously at a disadvantage. If he practiced every day, it would take less than 500 years for him to be able to withstand the thunder that day.

Feng Ning felt very relieved.

He stood up and said, "You're all doing well, keep practicing. I'll go to the clinic to see someone."

Qing Lang froze for a moment, and in the next moment, his sword was lifted to the ground, and his neck was pressed against another icy sword.

"you are dead."

Changbai said coldly.

Qing Lang pushed him away impatiently, turned his head to look at the direction Feng Ning left, and frowned slightly.

Changbai: "Pick up your sword and continue."

In a way, Changbai is indeed a competent teacher.

Qing Lang picked up the sword, but didn't follow his advice to continue fighting with him, but put the sword away, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Changbai asked behind him.

"Medical Hall." Qing Lang pointed to the blood line on the neck that had just been injured by the sword, and said, "Go to heal the wound."

Changbai: "..."

Changbai: "...You still have to go to the clinic for this kind of minor injury? I'm afraid it will be healed before you reach the clinic."

Qing Lang's expression was frank and indifferent: "Then I'll walk faster."

Changbai took a deep breath, and held his sword in front of Qinglang: "Don't go, I won't allow you to go to the medical hall to harass Master with evil intentions."

He continued: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, but as long as I'm alive, you don't want to defile Master!"

Qing Lang was silent for a while, then said: "It has already been defiled."

Changbai said: "You... your transgression in Duyu Pavilion that day can't be considered an insult, but if you dare to have unreasonable thoughts about Master, I will kill you immediately."

Qing Lang sneered: "Unreasonable thoughts? Do you dare to say that you don't have any unreasonable thoughts about Master?"

Changbai was stunned.

But the next moment, his entire face turned pale.

He trembled violently, gritted his teeth and said:

"Stop talking nonsense! I only have a heart of reverence for Master, and I have no intention of thinking about it! Your own heart is dirty, so you think that everyone is like you, hiding a dirty heart! More Not to mention, the master has an immortal demeanor, is in the world of mortals but is isolated from the mortal world, sees the world and transcends the world, lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, competes with the sun and the moon, has long since abandoned those dirty love affairs, no matter how crazy you are Xiao Xiang, Master won’t even look at you any differently!”

Qing Lang almost wanted to sneer in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this long cypress had stayed by Fengning's side for 800 years, yet he knew nothing about Fengning's true nature.

Qing Lang raised his head to look at Chang Bai, and asked him slowly: "Really? Then who do you think Master Feng Ning, who is out of the world in my heart, is going to the medical center to see at this moment?"

"What's the point of guessing? I must have gone to see Doctor Qianglu, the two of them are good friends."

"No, what he saw was painted white."

Changbai was stunned for a moment, but his expression quickly recovered: "I know that Tu Bai is a new helper in the medical hall. He just arrived at Guiningmen, so it's only right for Master to show some sympathy."

There was some pity in Qinglang's eyes: "Do you know where your master made friends with Tu Bai?"

Changbai frowned: "... Isn't it in the medical hall?"

"At the blind date meeting, probably Feng Ning took the initiative to strike up a conversation."

Changbai was stunned, and then said: "You...you are talking nonsense! You don't want to slander Master!"

Qing Lang raised his eyelids and looked at him, with a bit of coldness in his eyes: "If you don't believe me, just go and see, if I'm not wrong, he must be busy hooking up with others like a peacock right now. .”

Qing Lang lowered his head and touched his neck.

broken.

That thin line of blood almost solidified.

Qing Lang frowned, ignored Chang Bai, and hurried towards the medical center.

but……

Qing Lang turned his head and glanced at Changbai again.

He felt that this person was really strange. He didn't know if it was hypocrisy engraved in his bone marrow, his desire to perform was astonishing, or there was something wrong with his mind.

It turned out to be a different person from when we first met.

"Shangshen, I heard that you like the soothing incense made by Qianglu Yixian very much, so I also tried to make a sachet of soothing incense. Smell it, how does it taste?" Tu Bai blushed and handed over a incense bag.

The sachet smells good and looks exquisite.

The background color is blue, embroidered with a few emerald green bamboos, among them, behind the knotted bamboos, there is a little white rabbit with red eyes poking out its head quietly.

Feng Ning couldn't help admiring: "This little rabbit is so cute."

Tu Bai quietly blushed his ears.

Feng Ning looked at Tu Bai, but suddenly thought of another boy in his mind.

The Qing Lang who was once chased by him crazily.

Qing Lang has never been so well-behaved and heart-warming, so much so that he has no occasion to say the many love words he prepared.

So Feng Ning looked at Tu Bai, and finally used the backlog of love words: "Everything in the world has animism, and everything has a cute appearance, but the cub of the blue-feathered bird, the fluff of the little golden duck, and the curled up flowers and fruits of the demon race The tentacles, in my eyes, are not as cute as your one-hundred-thousandth."

The whitened eyes were moist and moist, and the face was so red that it was about to explode.

Fengning felt warm in her heart.

...Maybe it's a heartbeat.

Feng Ning is quietly wishful thinking.

But Feng Ning also knew that this feeling of burning heart was most likely the satisfaction of finally using the backlog of love words.

After all, he wrote this love story himself. Even before writing this love story, he went to the Mozu to inquire: What were the three favorite things of the young master of the Mozu when he was a child?

But before these words had time to play a role, he and Qing Lang... had the relationship they have now.

Therefore, this became a huge regret in Feng Ning's heart.

Now that he said it, he felt a little satisfied.

Although it was a change of partner, it was not a waste of his hard work.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound suddenly came from the door.

Feng Ning turned her head to see that Qing Lang was standing against the door frame with a gloomy face, his arms folded, his eyes indifferent, his face as black as coal.

……what.

In the end, these words were still heard by Qing Lang.

Fengning felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart.

It's just... where did the sound of the sword drop come from?

Feng Ning turned her head slightly to look.

Behind Qinglang, Changbai came out from the shadows.

He squatted down slowly to pick up the sword on the ground.

But I don't know if his hands are too slippery, or for some other reason.

He picked it up once, twice, and three times he didn't pick it up.

In the end, Qinglang couldn't bear the sound of the sword falling to the ground again and again, turned around impatiently, picked up the sword on the ground, and stuffed it into Changbai's arms a little violently.

If you look carefully, you can even see a trace of... the sigh and pity of the people who came here in his eyes.