"What sir said is very true." Shi Shunhua raised his eyes and looked at him softly, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Xu Xing pondered for a while and said to Qingfeng: "Qingfeng, the mountains are high and the road is long. If you are destined to be together, you should have the opportunity to meet again, so let's go!"

"Young Master," Seeing Xu Xing's expression was silent, Qing Feng's bright big eyes swelled up and she choked and said, "Young Master, when I condense the demon pill, I will come to find you."

Xu Xing nodded slightly and said nothing.

At the back mountain, I watched Qingfeng and the people from the Qingqiu Fox tribe leave. I slowly walked back to the courtyard, walked into the study, picked up a book. It was dusk and the sunset shone on the slanting sunset, and it was quiet all over. Suddenly, I felt that the garden was deserted and I couldn't help but smile.

"Young Master, are you remembering the Qingfeng girl?" The elegant and faint fragrance floated. The fragrant jade wearing a plain gauze skirt moved her lotus steps and walked to the shadow of the bookshelf not far from Xu Xing. She held a pot of tea and said softly.

Xu Xing did not answer, but frowned and looked at Xiangyu, and said in confusion: "You Taoist is still Qian, and the sky has not yet fallen into darkness, why did you come out?"

"It's okay." Xiangyu lowered her head slightly and smiled softly. Her fair skin as white as jade seemed to be shiny and shiny, her forehead was bright and flawless, and the red cinnabar was bright and beautiful. As she spoke, she put her plain hands on her heart. "I just saw the young master feeling lost, and my heart felt sad."

As he said that, he walked forward and sat on Xu Xing's legs. This woman was transformed from the essence of white peony, with ice and jade bones, and was light and empty. At this time, she gently relaxed her arms, which were swollen like snow, wrapped around Xu Xing's neck, and gently stroked Xu Xing's cold and slim cheeks. Her eyes were filled with water, with clear waves, as if they were a little obsessed, "Young Master..."

Wen Xiang was in her arms, but Xu Xing looked dark and her face looked like iron. She said word by word: "Xiang Yu, do you want to ruin my Taoism?"

This is by no means exaggeration. The way he practiced should not be damaged before condensing the golden elixir, otherwise the path of the Tao would be difficult.

It can be said that anyone who dares to ruin his Taoism is an enemy who will never stop. If you hadn't thought of Xiangyu and didn't know these things, you would have to destroy the flowers just now.

As for Shi Shunhua's love disaster in the previous episode, he was in a daze and seemed to have said some misunderstood things to him, but Xu Xing could see that his personality was indeed noble and dignified, bright and clear, and his actions were all for his own considerations.

This seems to be recorded in previous lives. In the end, Shi Shunhua did not stay with Zhang Hongjian forever. It can be seen that this person is just a strait of love and does not indulge in it.

As for being close to oneself, saying something unproud and being defeated by one's own style is not something worthy of shame.

This idea is somewhat shameless. Xu Xing frowned and stopped thinking about it.

As for Xiangyu, she is purely aroused by being lustful and just trying to have a happy moment... Well, the above are all messy.

Xiangyu listened to Xu Xing's cold words, and even contained a hint of murderous intent. A Mingli Yurong suddenly became pale and felt a little aggrieved. The young master was so confused about the charm?

Just when he was in a daze, Xu Xing gently lifted his shoulders up and then placed them on the chair.

Just a trace of tenderness leaked from the fingers, Xiangyu felt her heart tightened, tears filled her eyelashes, and the pear blossoms were raining in a moment.

Xu Xing looked faint. Shi Shiran walked aside, picked up the hot tea brewed by Xiangyu, blew a sip of the tea foam, took a sip, and said as if nothing had happened: "Xiangyu, this tea is a bit hot."

As he said that, he ignored Xiangyu, whose delicate body was trembling, and walked slowly outside, because he seemed to hear a sound, and this was a guest coming.

At that time, the golden crows were sinking, and the night was falling. In early spring in February, there was a cool breeze, which was the warm and cold season.

A thirteen-year-old young Taoist boy shouted childishly outside the yard: "Young Master Xu, someone is here at your house, right outside the door."

Then I heard a loud voice, one of the familiar female voices was particularly friendly, it was Xu Qianxue.

"Why are sister here?" Xu Xing thought, then strode outward, but there was a vague guess in his heart.

Not long after, Xu Qianxue walked out and watched the dark night. The girl was elegant and had a tired face, but her eyes were particularly bright and clear. As soon as she saw Xu Xing, her little face was filled with joy, "Brother!"

Xu Xing was also a little happy in his heart and smiled slightly, "Sister comes here, and he doesn't ask someone to send me a letter in advance, so I'll pick you up."

Xu Qianxue angrily said, "If I told you in advance, would you let me do it?"

Xu Xing paused and said in a calm voice: "Even if my sister doesn't come, I will go to Qingyang to pick you up in person in the next two days."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qianxue was stunned and said suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Xu Xing said: "Let's talk about it first."

As he said that, he led Xu Qianxue into the house. At this time, Xiangyu had recovered her expression, but there were tears on her cheeks.

Xu Qianxue's face was stunned, and then she saw clearly that it was a young girl. She couldn't help but feel happy. She thought that her younger brother was afraid that he had made a secret, so she asked, "Brother, is this?"

Xu Xing was about to say that this was a "maid", when he heard a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, and it was gentle and clear.

"Xiangyu has met her sister." Xiangyu stepped forward and bowed her head and said, "I am the young master's...a maid."

"Raise your head." Xu Qianxue's heart moved and looked at Xiangyu curiously. The beautiful girl said softly, giving people a bit of an illusion of elegance and luxury.

Xu Xing's eyes flashed, "This kind of demeanor is not groundless."

Although Xu Xing himself was indifferent to the saying of the prophecy of fate and even had doubts, since people have traveled to the world of fairy tales, so far, more than one immortal has seen him. If he thinks like this and is entangled in this way, he will be reincarnated by the reincarnation of the genius.

Xiang Yu raised her head, and at this time, Xu Xing had already left her hand and the lights were swaying hazy, and the orange lights dissipated like water. Looking at Xiang Yu, Xu Qianxue's eyes were flowing, and she seemed a little stunning, "How can such a beautiful woman be a maid?"

Xu Xing didn't know how to explain to Xu Qianxue. At this time, he saw Xu Qianxue looking at Xiangyu back and forth, and exclaimed: "The orchid in the valley is graceful and beautiful..."

Xu Xing's eyes were faint and he thought to himself, "Sister, is this a drama genius possessed?

"Miss Xiangyu is transformed from the essence of the peony flowers," Xu Xing said lightly in order to prevent Xu Qianxue from being arranged, but did not notice that Xiangyu's delicate body trembled slightly, and her teeth bit her cherry lips, pale and bloodless.

"Uh, Miss Xiangyu, so beautiful, the only thing that is so beautiful and beautiful is the peony country…" Perhaps thinking that Xu Xing used metaphor techniques, Xu Qianxue was even more happy and said with a clear smile.

"Miss Xiangyu is a white peony, nourished by the inspiration of heaven and earth, and nurtured the essence of the flowers." While explaining the literal meaning to Xu Qianxue, Xu Xing picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. He felt that it seemed much cooler than before, and it was refreshing in the mouth and left a fragrance on his cheeks.

I secretly said that in early spring, February, and the winter is still cold, so the tea is cold as soon as it is.

Xu Qianxue stayed there, turned to look at Xu Xing, looking frightened: "Brother, how can you let Huaxian be your maid? Are you not afraid of...are you afraid of committing a sin to the god?"

Then Xu Qianxue pulled Xu Xing's hand, lowered her voice, and said anxiously: "Don't you still have to become a monk and practice Taoism? How can you be so ignorant of awe?"

Although the voice was light, Xiangyu listened to it sincerely. The cold self-pity in her heart suddenly faded a lot. Especially when she saw Xu Xing, who was cold on her face, under Xu Qianxue's constant concern and inquiries, she suddenly laughed "splashed".

Xiangyuxiu's mouth was covered with her hand, lowered her eyes, and fell on Xu Xing's teacup that had not yet been drunk. She sighed in her heart, "Sister Xue is right. The young master is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and I am too impatient."
Chapter completed!