The sudden scream made Ling Lan pause when he reached into the boy's eyes. Between obeying his original heart, he still chose to complete the task temporarily.

He folded his hand in the air, opened the folding fan at the bottom of his hand, shook it gently, and pulled the corner of his clothes out of the boy's hand.

The snow-white fragrant silk fan and peach blossoms are decorated like drops of tears, which corresponds to the song's deep love and change easily. The "Peach Blossom Fan" is specially given to the guests who listen to the song the most, and this is the only one.

This seemed like some kind of omen.

Ling Lan had already brought away the plate of sweet cakes he had finished. His eyes swept to the young man's light gray eyes and felt soft-hearted. He didn't queue up with Su Xingxian for a long time and bought the Li Ji lotus crisp from the east of the city.

He gently swayed the peach blossom fan, but he was absent-minded, and his eyes faintly passed by the misty boy on the ground. After a long time, he remembered that someone had come back and said to the person who was slowly approaching, "Look, is his eyes the same as you?"

Although he spoke to him, he turned his head slightly to look at the person on the ground, noticed the boy's back, which was secretly annoyed and a little uneasy, and put away his fan and smiled with his lips, which was particularly interesting.

Su Xingxian was stunned.

"What's your name? What's the difficulty?" This sentence is no longer what he said to him.

Ling Lan saw that the boy was wearing red and green makeup, and he mixed the color of his eyes. He frowned slightly, leaned down slightly, and wiped away the excess ink and oil on his face.

Su Xingxian's gaze slowly moved down, and she saw the boy's face that was recovering from cleanness, with light gray eyes that were extremely similar to him.

·

In the end, the boy was taken back to Lingcang Mountain.

The young man named Ning Xi was abducted by human traffickers since he was a child. He traveled many times and almost never lived a good life. He finally made a living in the theater. He offended the local bully and was chased and beaten up as soon as he got off the stage. He almost couldn't survive.

Ning Xi was crying, saying that his life was pitiful. He was a performer and was good at it. This pear blossom with rain almost made the iron man feel sorry for him. Ling Lan felt distressed and took action to solve the problem for him. Amid his sobbing, he agreed to take him back to the mountain.

Ling Lan said that it was because the child's eyes looked like you, and he couldn't bear to suffer outside, so he took him back to the mountain for a while, and waited for a proper place to go before sending him down the mountain.

In his words, everything special to the boy was like him, because his eyes were like him.

Lingcang Mountain has always adhered to the principle of seeing injustice on the road and to help the poor and help the poor. Such a lonely and helpless boy who seemed to let go of his will and would have to save him silently, without any retribution.

He was arranged to be a guest room in Xingluo Peak, far from Linglan and his residence, which made it convenient for him to go up the mountain and to handle all kinds of needs. The only inconvenience was to go up to Linglan's residence on the top of the mountain. He was a mortal. If he wanted to go up, he would have to walk for at least half a day without using external forces, and the mountain road was rugged.

This arrangement is also very reasonable. There is nothing unreasonable in everything. But when Su Xingxian saw his eyes that were extremely similar to him, her heart was like an invisible thin thread tightening quietly. She didn't know when it would suddenly break.

His lotus crisps were completely cold. When he saw Ling Lan paying attention to the boy, he suddenly felt something was losing, so he forgot to use his spiritual power to maintain its optimal temperature and crispness. By the time he reacted, he could not make up for it.

Ling Lan always tantrums, and at a glance he could see that today's lotus crisps are not as good as before. He would throw them to the beggar who was huddled up when he went out.

His other hand was holding the boy, but the delicate lotus crisps fell into the beggar's bowl.

The peach blossom fan that was abandoned together was hard to find. The bloody peach blossoms on the fan were dazzling and bright, like weeping blood.

Su Xingxian followed behind silently, looking at the two shook hands, although they had already let go in just a moment.

He has never held his hand like this since he was fourteen years old. He said that as his disciple, he must be independent enough and not always have to hold his master's arms and hug him, which is unreasonable.

Since the Liyuan came out, Su Xingxian has been a little irritable. He did not show it in front of Ling Lan, but was a little silent. After confirming that he was right, he didn't say much.

He was the first disciple of Lingcang Mountain. He was always calm and excellent. He was blameless regardless of his cultivation or character. He often helped the poor and the poor.

But when night fell, the dryness in his heart seemed to grow out of no restraint, and his heart was full of lungs. He couldn't sleep, just like countless nights before, even more tonight.

The candle fire opposite was turned off, and Su Xingxian sat up from the bed, walked to a landscape painting hanging vertically on the wall, and stretched out her hand to brush it.

The misty mountains and rivers dyed with ink and water changed into a white-clothed beauty who could not be described in any words. He held a green bamboo umbrella with green willows and smoke, and the drizzle of pear blossoms hit the umbrella. He was walking towards the river, with a smile on the corner of his lips, the red lotus on the edge of his eyebrows, and the spring scenery in the garden was dim for a moment behind him.

Su Xingxian pressed against the forehead of the person in the painting like a force, and he couldn't bear the words he hadn't said all day long at this moment, "Master, I don't want you to take him in."

I don’t want an outsider to live in Xingluofeng, where both of them, I don’t want him to look at him more, I don’t want him to hold his hand, even if... it’s because he has eyes similar to him.

He knew that such possessiveness was not right, but he was already deeply trapped, unable to break free, and did not want to break free.

After a long time, he took off the spiritual sword from the wall and swept past the door with a light blue sleeve.

The sound of swords flowing from the vast and deserted bamboo forest soon came. The seventh skilled Lingcang sword technique, which was the first time Ling Lan taught him step by step.

At that time, he actually tried to be cautious and deliberately pretended not to understand. In fact, it was just because he didn't want his eyes to stay on the books written by others.

At that time, he didn't understand his heart, but he already had so much possessiveness that even those words were jealous.

When he was exhausted, Su Xingxian sat on the ground with Zi Xingzhu and took out the red lotus pendant in his arms.

"Master, I'm sorry." Your disciple still cannot become a perfect person. He has too many distractions and cannot give up.

The faint moonlight shone on the ground. He held the red lotus in his fingers and lowered his head and kissed him gently.

Even if the leader doesn’t say anything about the trial, he has already decided. There is Fusang in the land of God’s descending. Legend has it that every Fusang flower represents a blessing from the moon god.

He remembered that once, Ling Lan flipped in a book, and his eyes stopped for a long time on the page with Fusang, and tried to use magic to change it, but he couldn't change it.

At that time, he said that if someone could send a fusanthemum flower, he would satisfy his wish.

In his life, he had only that wish. The one who could not get it was hard to say, tormenting him from sleeping at night and tormenting him.

He never prayed to the gods, he always felt that people should rely on themselves. But at this moment, he wanted to pray to the gods, if there was a spirit, could they give him a chance?

If he could find the fusanthemum flower, then perhaps, he could tell all the thoughts in his heart to that person. Perhaps, it was not a deep abyss, but a bright future...

"I wish there is a Fusang sacred tree to relieve my worries and my thoughts. I have... a person in my heart..."

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On this day, Su Xingxian was discussing the trial with Ling Lan. There are many trial grounds in Lingcang Mountain. You can choose by yourself based on the disciple's own cultivation and personal intentions. If the disciple chooses the trial ground, he will get a wooden card, and enter the trial land through the wooden card, and complete the task.

Ling Lan was very relieved of Su Xingxian. He chose a well-regarded secret realm, so he was even more at ease. As long as he didn't go to the perverted secret realm of the God-Subduing Secret Realm, he really had nothing to worry about.

The real secret wooden sign was hidden in Su Xingxian's sleeve. A sentence surged in his heart. Before he could say it, a person suddenly appeared at the door.

"Immortal Master!" The already beautiful young man cleaned up these days, making him look even more tender and delicate. His eyes were bright and light gray eyes were shining, as if he had the simplest admiration of young people.

Seeing Ling Lan, his eyes turned red, and a hint of moist color appeared faintly.

Su Xingxian frowned slightly. Ling Lan was surprised when he saw him, "Why did you come?" Their residences were far apart, and mortals had to leave for most of the day with their feet. But now it was still morning. Did they start leaving in the middle of the night?

Ning Xi hid one foot a little and hid it, but it also allowed people to see some uppers worn by rocks just right, "Just... I walked up."
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