The night gradually falls.

Luo Qingzhou stood on the top of the attic, absorbing the rising moonlight to cultivate his spiritual soul, while watching the movement below.

Bai Ling was very happy washing in the water.

Sometimes he swims back, sometimes he swims sideways, sometimes he paddles, sometimes he dives in and out of the water, all kinds of temptations and persuasion to the figures on the shore.

The mist on the lake was thick, covering her body.

All you can see is a hint of white snow, hazy, and all kinds of laughter and tossing in the water.

Xia Chan stood on the shore for a while. She seemed to be afraid of the water and did not dare to go down. Finally, she turned and left.

Bai Ling said loudly and disappointedly in the water: "Chanchan, my uncle said that girls are made of water, how can you be afraid of water? My uncle is not afraid of water. The more water he has, the more he likes it. Otherwise, why would he not do it every night?

If you take a bath at home, you have to take a bath in this lake. How can you be afraid of something that my uncle likes?"

Xia Chan paused, stood there for a while, and then left quickly.

Bai Ling calmed down.

After washing in the lake for a while, I swam to the shore, put on my coat directly in the water, got ashore, put on my dress, hummed a song, and skipped away.

When she walked out of the round door, she seemed to look back and soon disappeared into the night outside.

Luo Qingzhou flew up from the roof of the attic, fell into the bamboo forest, and returned to his soul.

Go back inside.

Xiaodie is sewing clothes in her room.

Luo Qingzhou took out the martial arts appraisal stone from his storage bag, held it in his hand, and checked the data.

【Power: 2300】

【Speed:20】

[Resisting power: 1000]

[Mental Power: 50]

Seeing these pieces of data, he was surprised and thought there was something wrong with the martial arts stone.

This data is growing too fast!

The strength directly increased by 500, the speed directly increased by 5, and the mental power increased by leaps and bounds, directly increasing by 36.

Only the resistance to impact only increased by 100.

It seems that the practice in the past few days has been quite effective and the progress has been rapid.

Judging from these data, whether it is body refining or divine soul, the breakthrough is not too far away.

He must keep up his efforts and never slack off!

Opening the window and looking at the moonlight outside, he took out the sun and moon mirror from his storage bag and placed it on the desk in front of the window, facing the moonlight that was inlaid on it.

He glanced at the mirror, and when he was about to leave, his heart suddenly moved, and he picked up the Sun and Moon Mirror again and pointed it at his face.

His face appeared in the dark and gloomy mirror. Even with the moonlight shining on it, it was still dark and strange.

Just when he put down the mirror, there was a sudden "pop" sound on the mirror, as if the calm water surface was suddenly shattered, causing ripples. The face in the mirror suddenly shattered and opened, becoming even more weird and terrifying.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a stinging pain on the fingers holding the mirror. He hurriedly wanted to put it down, but suddenly found that the mirror seemed to be stuck to his fingers. At the same time, his whole body was frozen in place, unable to move!

The ripples in the mirror slowly spread, reaching the edge of the frame and disappearing.

After about a quarter of an hour, the mirror surface gradually returned to calm.

At the same time, his face appeared completely in the mirror again. It still looked gloomy, but it felt like something was different.

Observing carefully, the pupils seem to have become darker and brighter. Looking in the mirror, they are as deep and unpredictable as the night sky.

At this time, he found that he could move his fingers, so he quickly loosened his fingers and placed the mirror on the desk.

After carefully looking at the painful area on my finger, I found a small wound there, with blood overflowing from it.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the spot on the mirror where he had just held it.

There was no blood there.

He hesitated for a moment, then poured the drop of blood that spilled from his finger onto the mirror inlaid with the moon.

As soon as the blood fell into the mirror, the mirror suddenly looked like calm well water being dispersed by raindrops, creating a ripple.

The drop of blood disappeared instantly.

The mirror quickly returned to calm.

Luo Qingzhou looked suspicious and observed carefully for a while, but found nothing unusual.

The cold moonlight spilled from the window and fell into the dark mirror.

Everything is as calm as ever.

strangeness?

He was full of doubts, and after waiting for a while, seeing that nothing unusual happened, he had to leave.

After leaving the door, he walked towards Lingchan Moon Palace.

I promised Bai Ling today that I will go to pay my respects to the eldest lady tonight.

Although Miss Qin doesn't care at all.

Of course, when he went to greet Miss Qin, he didn't really want to see Miss Qin.

Arrive at Lingchan Moon Palace.

The courtyard door was open, and the bright moonlight fell on the small courtyard.

There was no one in the small courtyard.

Luo Qingzhou entered the door and went directly to the backyard.

At the garden gate.

Surrounded by vines, green leaves and red flowers.

Bai Ling was wearing a pink skirt and holding a flower in her hand. She was leaning there kicking her feet, picking off the petals, and counting in her mouth: "One, two, three, five, six..."

"Why don't you count four?"

Luo Qingzhou walked closer and asked.

Bai Ling looked up when he heard this, with a look of confusion on his face: "Four? Is there such a number?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, raised his five fingers and said: "One, two, three, four, five... isn't this four?"

Bai Ling was startled, then raised his fingers and counted them: "One, two, three, five, six..."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

"Brark, how many fingers do you have?"

he asked.

Bai Ling thought for a while, counted several times carefully on his ten fingers, and said: "Six."

Luo Qingzhou: "???"

Bai Ling counted with his fingers: "One, two, three, five, six... one, two, three, five, six. Look, uncle, there are six."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Six on one side, still six in total?"

Bai Ling nodded, with a matter-of-fact expression: "Yes, that's six."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her blankly.

I thought she was teasing me on purpose, but looking at the serious expression on her face, it didn't look like that.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked softly: "Bailing, don't you know how to count?"

As soon as these words came out, Bellington became angry. He put his hands on his small waist and stamped his feet: "Uncle! You are insulting!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

Suddenly the sound of Xia Chan's sword practice came from the garden.

Luo Qingzhou glanced inside and said: "You wait first, I will go and greet the eldest lady, say hello to Miss Xia Chan, and I will come out immediately."

After saying that, he entered the garden.

Bai Ling pouted her little mouth from behind and muttered: "Miss Xia Chan... do you think I don't know? Chanchan, Chanchan, I've called you Chanchan a long time ago, and you can even shout out louder than others."

Luo Qingzhou entered the garden and walked towards the pavilion.

Under the peach blossom tree by the pond, a slender figure in a light green dress is dancing silently with a sword. The sword moves are sharp and deadly!

That pretty little face was still as cold as ice, as if she hadn't seen him come in.

Luo Qingzhou walked into the pavilion, raised his hands to the snow-white figure in the hall and said, "Miss."

Qin Jianjia's eyes lifted up from the book and slowly fell on him. She looked at his face and eyes quietly for a while, then Fang said in a cold voice: "How have you been reading lately?"
To be continued...