All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 8

This little disciple looked very familiar.

Although Feng Ning has a mediocre memory, she is not a person who forgets once she sees it, and she must not have seen it recently.

So Feng Ning asked again: "Did we meet earlier?"

Qinglang's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be light flashing in the black pupils. He clenched his fingers into fists, and his voice was a little dry and astringent: "...Yes, Master, we have met."

It turned out that the feeling of déjà vu was not an illusion, Feng Ning continued to ask: "When exactly?"

"...12 years ago, at noon on July [-]th." Qinglang's voice paused, he looked into Fengning's eyes, and said, "At Luozhang Mountain."

...12 years ago...has he been to Luozhang Mountain?

Feng Ning was a little confused.

Luozhang Mountain is not an ordinary mountain range, there are many evil spirits in it, Feng Ning usually would not go there unless something happened.

"It was raining heavily that day, and I was caught by the stinger monster. At that time, Master saved me, and Master also..."

Looking at Master Fengning's slightly confused eyes, Qing Lang's voice became softer and his eyes gradually dimmed, then he stopped narrating, lowered his head, and said softly: "...to Master, it's just It's just some trivial things, it's normal for Master not to have an impression."

Feng Ning clearly sensed Qing Lang's loss, he sighed, and said: "...I've lived for so many years, I don't remember many things."

As if to express her apology, Feng Ning patted the boy's shoulder lightly, and picked off the fallen leaves from his shoulder.

Qing Lang raised his head again.

His eyes moved from the hand on his shoulder to Feng Ning's face, his eyes soon lit up, reflecting the sun, shining brightly.

"In fact, Master thinks that I seem to have known each other, and I am already very satisfied."

"As long as I remember what happened that day, that's enough."

His eyes are so bright, his eyes are so clear, his smile is so sincere, like a coaxable puppy.

Qinglang stretched out his hands very actively, looking at Fengning with sparkling eyes: "Master, let me bring the medicine to your residence."

The anticipation in his eyes was almost overflowing, Feng Ning couldn't bear to refuse, so she gave him half of the medicine in her hand.

"Master, let me decoct this medicine for you." After bringing the medicine to Duyu Pavilion, Qing Lang asked again.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Feng Ning couldn't help laughing and said, "Why are you so active? What? Do you want to perform well in front of me and be chosen by me as an inner disciple?"

Qinglang lowered his head to unpack the medicine bag and paused for a moment. He looked up into Fengning's eyes with sincere eyes: "I really want to be Master's inner disciple, but what I do is more... I really want to do it for you. Master works."

His eyes were pure, without any impurity, and he even spoke frankly about being an inner sect disciple.

Feng Ning smiled, walked forward, and took out the medicine bag from his hand: "You are a disciple, I am a master, I am the one who preaches, teaches you, and solves doubts for you, and I am the one who helps you. Speaking of doing things, I should do things for you, and you don't have to do anything for me."

Qing Lang opened and closed his mouth, and finally said obediently: "I understand, Master."

He bowed respectfully to Feng Ning: "Master, if there is nothing else, this disciple will leave first."

Even though he said so, his eyes were still staring at Feng Ning, as if he was very reluctant to leave like this.

Feng Ning stood in front of the table and smiled, beckoning to him: "Come here."

Qing Lang blinked, took three steps in parallel, and quickly walked in front of Feng Ning.

Feng Ning: "Stretch out your left hand."

Qing Lang didn't know what he was going to do, but he stretched out his hand obediently.

Feng Ning lowered her head, her dry and warm fingers touched his wrist.

Qing Lang only felt his heart beating violently, except for the piece of skin touched by Master, every other part of his body seemed to lose the sense of touch.

Feng Ning's fingertips slid to the horizontal crease on his wrist, then shifted a little to the left, and said: "This is the Neiguan point, if you still feel flustered and unbearable in the future, you can pour spiritual power into it to relieve your flustered Although the Jingxin Pill given by the Immortal Doctor is very effective, it is better to take it less on a daily basis..."

Qing Lang pretended to be calm and nodded, but the hot sweat on his palms had already exposed his nervousness.

Feng Ning looked at the sweat in his hands, unconsciously rolled her eyes, and said, "You really are still so afraid of me, I don't know, you think I'm some kind of viper."

Uncomfortably, Qing Lang held and opened his sweaty hands, lowered his head, and whispered, "Master is not a poisonous snake or beast..."

Feng Ning: "Then why are you so afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of Master, I'm..."

"What is it?" Feng Ning asked.

Qing Lang raised his head and looked into Feng Ning's eyes.

Master has almost the same face as that old pervert, but has completely different, gentle and kind eyes.

Qing Lang didn't know why he insisted on thinking of the old pervert at this moment.

But at this moment, his mind was indeed filled with the filthy confession that the old pervert had told him countless times.

"What is it?" Master asked again.

Master smiled warmly, with a faint, elder love, like thousands of miles of mountains and boundless seas.

Qing Lang looked into his eyes, almost couldn't help losing his mind, he even felt that if he couldn't express his truest thoughts at the moment, it would be the most disrespectful deception.

So he heard himself say softly: "...because I like Master."

Master was stunned and blinked slowly.

Qinglang's face suddenly turned hot, he gritted his teeth, and continued: "...Because...because I like Master, respect and love Master, but I am afraid that Master doesn't like me, so when I see Master, I will feel nervous."

Oh, it's this kind of love.

Feng Ning patted Qing Lang's head, and said softly: "Don't be nervous when you see me in the future, because I like you too."

He paused, and his voice became more gentle and loving: "You are so cute and sensible, how can there be a teacher who doesn't like you?"

Qing Lang raised his head to look at Feng Ning, his lips curved, his eyes sparkled like stars.

Feng Ning looked at his disciple's expression and sighed involuntarily.

It is also a sincere expression of love for others.

Why are some people so happy and joyful, but some people can't wait to kill him.

Hey.

It's hard.

"Master, is something bothering you?"

Seeing Feng Ning sigh, the caring disciple immediately asked.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I suddenly feel that the emotions between people are really hard to fathom." Feng Ning said.

"If the master doesn't dislike the stupidity of the disciple, maybe he can tell the disciple a thing or two, and maybe the disciple can help you relieve your worries."

"You are so young, what can you understand?"

"It's not that I don't know everything when I'm young. Besides, many things in this world are delusional to the authorities, but clear to the bystanders. Emotional matters are even more so."

Feng Ning had long felt that she needed an emotional counselor, but seeing that disciple Qing Yang was so active, she hesitated a little, and said, "Actually, I have encountered an emotional problem these two days."

Qing Lang: "Master, please tell me."

Feng Ning: "Some time ago, I also sincerely expressed my love to a young man, but he didn't accept it as calmly as you and me, but instead hated me deeply, wishing to kill me immediately. Very frustrated, what do you think I should do to ease this relationship?"

Qing Lang: "..."

A strong sense of unease slowly expanded.

He put his hands behind his back indiscriminately, so that Master would not notice that his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

Qing Lang: "...that... what kind of person is that? Can Master describe it in detail?"

Before describing it, Feng Ning asked very cautiously: "How is your ability to accept?"

Qing Lang: "...Master, just say it."

Feng Ning thought for a while, and felt that it was true, young people nowadays are very open.

So he immediately lost his restraint, and sincerely poured out his bitterness: "Actually, he is a boy from the Demon Race just like you, um... Take a closer look, you two look a little bit alike..."

Qing Lang tightly grasped the clothes behind him with both hands.

Feng Ning: "...However, although your appearance is also outstanding, you are still not as good as him. After all, he still has a pair of clear, translucent, extremely beautiful gray eyes..."

"Thorn-"

Feng Ning felt as if he heard the sound of cloth being torn, he frowned, stopped his narration, and asked, "Qing Yang, did you hear any sound?"

"It's nothing..." the little disciple said stiffly.

Feng Ning sighed, and continued: "Hey, it may be a beautiful person, but his personality is not very good. That person's personality can't be described as bad, it can be said to be extremely bad, and he seems to have violent tendencies... ……”

"Master..." Qing Lang's voice trembled a little, "...the disciple feels a little uncomfortable, so I will take my leave first."

Feng Ning looked up, only to realize that she was only focused on talking just now, and didn't notice that Qing Yang's face was very ugly.

His face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were a little loose, and his body was on the verge of falling, as if he was about to fall down in a second.

Feng Ning hurried over and pulled his wrist to help him feel his pulse: "What's wrong with you? Forget it, let me take you to the Immortal Doctor..."

"No need..." Qing Lang slowly withdrew his hand, "Disciple... Disciple is fine, I just want to go back to my room and have a good rest."

After speaking, he turned around and left in a daze.

It was only then that Feng Ning realized that someone had torn a tear on the clothes on his back, and a large piece of fabric was drooping, like a little crow that had lost a wing, looking embarrassed and pitiful.

After Qing Lang left, Feng Ning was still a little uneasy, so she used spells to send a letter to the Immortal Doctor, asking her to go to the little disciple's dormitory to help him see a doctor.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Feng Ning was finally relieved when he received the news that the Immortal Doctor was "no problem".

After night fell, Feng Ning put down the pen and paper in her hand, stretched, and prepared to go to rest.

But at this moment, an unfamiliar breathing sound entered Fengning's ears.

Is there someone in the house? !

who is it?How dare you be so bold?

Feng Ning immediately became vigilant and walked over following the sound of breathing.

But the daring thief didn't find it, but found a purple ring that shone slightly.

Feng Ning was stunned, picked up the ring almost in disbelief, and slowly stuck it to her ear.

...That's right, the sound of breathing came from this ring!

It's Qinglang!

The breathing sound was faintly visible, and then disappeared after a few sounds, and disappeared again after a few sounds.

Presumably, it was because the person on the other end of the ring kept flipping the switch and was hesitant to speak.

"Qinglang!" Fengning couldn't wait, and immediately spoke first, "Is that you?"

The sound of breathing on the other side suddenly became flustered and rapid.

After a flurry of noises.

Feng Ning heard an inauthentic, young voice from over there.

"……Yes."

Feng Ning turned around happily, sat on the chair, leaned against the back of the chair, smiled and said to the ring: "Why did you contact me first? Did you miss me?"

Qing Lang: "...I have something to tell you...to you."

Feng Ning's eyes lit up: "What do you want to say? Do you want to apologize to me? Actually, it's okay, Qing Lang, I don't blame you. You know that love always makes people tolerant, so I will forgive you for whatever you do. You, besides, you just cursed me to die, and you didn't really kill me..."

"What's your name?" Qing Lang asked.

Feng Ning blinked: "Why do you suddenly want to know me? Are you interested in me? Are you in love with me?"

Qing Lang: "..."

"Name, what's your name?" He repeated.

There was a playful smile in Feng Ning's tone: "You want to know my name, don't you want to pay for it?"

Qing Lang: "...what do you want?"

Feng Ning thought for a while, and then said: "I want to connect with you through this ring every night."

Qing Lang: "Impossible."

In fact, Feng Ning also felt that she was overreaching.

Feng Ning: "Okay, how about we chat for three days every month?"

Qing Lang was silent for a while, and said: "I allow you to contact me once a month, but I have the right not to reply."

Feng Ning: "..."

Tyrannosaurus rex doesn't have the terms of overlord like you.

But there is no way, since ancient times, the person who loves first compromises first.

Feng Ning sighed heavily, shook her head and said, "Okay, I agree, who made me like you so much. Well... But let me state something first, even if you are not willing to pay anything, I am willing to tell you everything of."

"Fengning." He paused, then said, "My name."

"Pa-ta-boom-"

At the last moment when the voice on the other side disappeared, Feng Ning seemed to hear the sound of landslides and rocks cracking.

The shock made Fengning's ears numb.

I don't know how many mountains this kid has blown up.

Hey……

Feng Ning picked out her ears, and shook her head with some melancholy.

This kid is indeed violent.

What if I marry back in the future?

Definitely loser.