After three bells, Xiao Muxun pushed open the door and jumped out.

Mianmian’s new function is to place Ling Lan at some point, but Xiao Muxun jumped around, and he also felt a shaking. He was motion sickness and wanted to pat a child on the shoulder and tell him that your master was dizzy, jump less and walk well.

However, he couldn't, so he could only endure the swaying like a roller coaster until he stopped somewhere.

Ling Lan opened his eyes and thought he had arrived at a place like a martial arts training ground, but saw a cluster of flowers.

The flowers are red and blue, blooming brilliantly in the flowerbed, like stars falling in the dust, with the coldness and tenderness as moonlight, as if someone was casting the reflection here, silently protecting someone.

Linglan thought about the scenery of Lingcang Mountain, which seemed to be very good... As he thought about it, he found that he had moved to the place, and the red and blue flowers around him were clustered together, and he actually came to the flowers again.

Linglan:...

A short hand reached towards him, and Ling Lan sensitively noticed a trace of crisis, and a burst of crying sound suddenly broke out around him at the right time. Wherever the hand stopped, he cried the loudest.

Ling Lan didn't know which flower she possessed. It was stronger than the crybags around her, but the petals kept trembling and trembling.

Ling Lan was just puzzled when he saw the little hand who was wandering around and picking a flower, but he did nothing. The spiritual flower, which was originally full of spiritual energy, was in front of him, and it quickly turned yellow withered withered with eyes.

Ling Lan looked up following the little hand that was so cruel that he could destroy flowers. He saw that the owner of the hand was not only guilty, but also showed great dissatisfaction. His black eyes were filled with anger, and there was a hint of tender murderous aura!

He pulled the flower off in anger, stared at it, tilted his head and looked at it, his expression as if he was thinking about whether to remove the eight pieces or throw them to feed the dog.

He destroyed others and even whipped their corpses. Ling Lan sighed deeply. The flower that was possessed seemed to be sentimental, and he also sighed quietly.

It was not good now, Xiao Muxun seemed to hear it, and was alert for a moment, and Ling Lan also breathed a sigh of relief with the flower.

Fortunately, the demon hand did not reach over in the end. Xiao Muxun didn't know what he thought of, and his little face changed from evil star to white in one second, and his big eyes turned around in panic.

As a flower, Ling Lan is also very sympathetic to the flower. She is very gloating and thinks, "You're scared, you're young, and you're so ruthless. Hurry up and admit your mistake with your master."

But Xiao Muxun obviously did not expect to admit his mistake. He paniced and dug a hole in the ground and buried it. Before digging the soil, he didn't want to dirty his hands, so he used magic to make a hole.

Mu Xun's body cannot produce much spiritual power and it is difficult to absorb it, so it is extremely slow to enter the country, so it can only use as much spiritual power as possible, and use a little less.

However, because of this matter, he used some hard-earned spiritual power without hesitation.

After dealing with the funeral, he calmed down. Ling Lan thought he was leaving, but unexpectedly, he stretched out his claws and began to think about something.

As soon as the devil thought, the spirit flowers became panicked, and all the surviving flowers and plants around them became worried again.

This time, the little devil discovered that spiritual power was very useful. He gathered in his palm and then started picking flowers. He found that the flowers did not wither anymore, so he was happy and picked them even more happily.

This time, even the flower that Ling Lan possessed was not spared. The flowerbed was destroyed, and the little demon finally left with satisfaction.

When he was picking flowers, he didn't know what gentleness was. After picking them, he felt pity, carefully tied up the flowers with a red silk, and stopped jumping around, holding them carefully as if he was caring for some treasure.

He came to a waterside, with green lotus swaying and lotus filling the pond. Although it was the vernal equinox, the lotus flowers bloomed just in a good manner, as if they would never wither.

A man stood by the pool, covered in white.

Now, Ling Lan saw the speed of Mu Xun's face change again.

When he got up early and went out, he was very happy, running and jumping, and harsh, but at this moment he looked like he was wronged and aggrieved.

"Master."

The people by the water did not look back, "Isn't you asking you to practice swords with your senior brothers, why don't you go?"

Mu Xun bulged his cheeks and said hesitantly, "I, I can't practice my sword skills well, my senior brothers laugh at me."

He "inadvertently" revealed his red arms at the right time, pursing his lips, looking like he "had been wronged but I won't say it."

Ling Lan was stunned for a moment. Although he knew that this matter was probably different from what Mu Xun had seen, he still felt angry when he saw those traces.

It's outrageous that someone dares to bully his apprentice! Only he can bully his apprentice.

"Ling Lan" originally looked at the waterside motionlessly, but suddenly turned around, with anger in his voice, "What's going on in your hand?"

Mu Xun hurriedly said, "It was not done by the senior brothers! It was caused by me accidentally."

Ling Lan was silent, and a little speechless in his heart. The complaint with a white lotus smell was too obvious to the child.

He sighed.

"Ling Lan" was also silent for a while, then sighed quietly, as if helpless.

Mu Xun didn't know that he had been seen through long ago. Looking at the person close to him, his face was blushing like the peach blossoms on the branches of Lingcang Mountain.

He whispered, "Master, I want to be with you. I don't want to always practice swords with my senior brothers."

He seemed to be afraid that his request would be too much, so he quickly promised, "I will be very quiet and quiet! I will practice very hard and hard. Although I know that I have poor talent, I will really work hard!"

He opened his eyes wide, like a child with nothing, mustered up the courage, and prayed uneasily and eagerly for a candy he had dreamed of, pitiful, "So Master, don't drive me away, okay?"

"Ling Lan" was lowering his head to treat his injuries. When he heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly and paused, "I said before I became a disciple and I won't have much time to accompany you."

Mu Xun pursed his lips, his eyes turned red, and he wanted to say something again, "Ling Lan" said again, "But your physique is indeed not suitable for this swordsmanship." He seemed to murmured to himself, "How can my disciple be bullied by others?"

Hearing his words, Mu Xun's originally dim eyes lit up again.

He thought for a moment and said, "There is a sword technique that is more suitable for you, but it is not Lingcangshan's sword technique. After learning it, you will probably be targeted by some old-fashioned people. In this way, will you learn it?"

Mu Xun was overjoyed and nodded violently, "As long as it is taught by Master, I will learn!" He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, "Master is so nice to me!"

After another silence, "Ling Lan" slowly stood up.

"Is this okay?"

The wind blows the lotus, and this sentence seems to be blown away in the lotus pond. Mu Xun's eyes are shiny and his ears are red.

Suddenly, he took out a bouquet of flowers from behind, which was the one he picked in the flowerbed. He almost devoutly held it in front of him, "Master, give this to you."

I don’t know when it started, but Ling Lan found that she no longer possessed the flower, but returned to "Ling Lan"'s body.

This time, he was no longer a bystander, but was truly staying in this body. He felt the chest was deserted and cold, and every second of his breathing was painful, and he wanted to die in the next moment. However, someone told him to live well.

He didn't want to have any concerns anymore, but the child in front of him still persisted in staying by his side despite his neglect and indifference.

Obviously, he is such a bad person. Everyone should be far away from him.

The spring water blew, and the sun shone on the mountain. The first morning light reflected on Mu Xun's face. His face was full of childishness, but the light in his eyes was very sincere. The two dimples fell into the most standard depth. This was his smiling face that he practiced in front of the mirror every day over and over again.

He held the bouquet, like holding his own hot and pure heart.

Maybe not to others, but to him, he is absolutely sincere and absolutely serious.

Ling Lan's fingers trembled slightly. Although she thought to refuse, she still couldn't help but reach out and picked one of the flowers.

The little flowers are so beautiful that they are just picked. The journey from Shiyue Flower Garden to Siji Pool is quite good. With Muxun's physique, it is impossible for the flower to remain in this state after so long.

He must have protected all his spiritual power all the way, and his thin spiritual power is probably not left at all now.

If you go back at night, if you don’t care about him, you will probably have a fever.

Those fragments of memories slowly emerged in his mind, like blank scrolls filled little by little.

He remembered that since Mu Xun started practicing and being able to lure qi into his body, his windowsill always had some strange flowers, plants and colorful small stones from time to time, and he always had fever from time to time.

He thought it was because he had just climbed the mountain and was not suitable for the local environment. Who would have thought that he was foolishly using his spiritual power to support these gadgets, why?

"Master, is it good-looking? Do you like it?" Mu Xun asked him with his head raised.

Ling Lan suddenly understood.

"Silly boy." Ling Lan suppressed the strange soreness in his heart, lowered his head and sniffed it gently. The fragrance of flowers was very light, a little cool, but refreshing, just like... moonlight.

——"Don't pick these flowers in the future, otherwise, when your uncle comes out of seclusion, you won't have any good fruits to eat. Your uncle loves them. Such a baby, you have to plant it on my mountain. If you are not willing to get along with me, don't mess with him."

--"oh……"

...

Everything in front of him gradually blurred, Ling Lan could not see anything, only the words of Mu Xun were echoing in his ears.

"Master, don't be alone. Every time I see you standing alone by the pool, lonely, I feel very sad when I look at you."

"Actually, I'm also alone. I don't have a father or a mother, so I don't know where I came from."

"Can you ask me to accompany you, okay?"

——Master, will you accept other disciples?

——You are my only apprentice in the future.

...

After a light smoke passed, Ling Lan shook his eyes. Now, he was standing in front of a door.

Lotus flowers are carved on the wooden door, and the style looks familiar.

There was a very slow sound of footsteps behind me, as if a person was walking with one foot with his hard work and dragging the other on the ground.

Ling Lan turned around and saw Mu Xun's face was almost blue-purple and his lips were also blue-purple, as if he had been frozen in an ice river for a long time, but now it was clearly spring.

Mu Xun dragged his legs to the door, took a deep breath, and the breath he exhaled was trembling. However, he was still dressed neatly. He raised his hand to knock on the door, and his voice was trembling, "Master, disciple, disciple has finished bathing in the Jiuyou Cold Spring."

When he knocked on the door, his sleeves slid down slightly, revealing a large number of shocking whip marks, which were deep and deep into the bones.
Chapter completed!