Chapter 681 Past Clouds (6)

"Doctor Wen is early."

Wen Zi'an came out of the wing room, and the servant who was sweeping the floor outside in the yard called him respectfully when he saw him.

The servant's respectful attitude obviously flattered him a little, "Good morning."

If it is still too early today, he has to get up early and go to the mountain to collect herbs, so he gets used to getting up early.

"That young man of your family..."

"Young master is practicing swords in the yard."

Before Wen Zi'an finished speaking, the servant pointed him in a direction.

Practice sword?

Does that mean that Mr. Song should have slept well last night?

As soon as Wen Zi'an walked into the yard, he saw a man wearing a black casual dress and holding a cold sword. The sword was like snow and snow, and his body was shining brightly.

Although the sword is like a ray of light and its energy penetrates the long rainbow, it does not damage the man's temperament at all. The man's sword force looks fierce, and the sword blade tears through the air, as if it is given life, wandering around him, carrying his clothes and roaming.

Before he knew it, Wen Zi'an actually watched a man dance with a sword and emerge from the gods.

It was not until the tip of the knife with a cold light hit him that he came to his senses and met the man's cold eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Ye Chonghuan looked at the slightly shocked expression of Dr. Wen in front of him, and then he suddenly withdrew the sword in his hand.

Wen Zi'an: "Young Master Song has good sword skills."

Ye Chonghuan threw the sword in his hand to the servant beside him, took the tea handed over by the servant, and took a sip with a smile: "Doctor Wen still understands the sword?"

Wen Zian shook his head, "I don't understand, but when I look at Mr. Song's sword technique, I can't help but praise him."

"snort."

Ye Chonghuan curled his lips and smiled, his eyes scanning Wen Zi'an, who was wearing plain clothes standing in front of him.

"I wonder if Mr. Song slept well last night?"

Wen Zian asked, and saw the man in front of him suddenly approaching him and sniffing his nose lightly.

"Doctor Wen." Ye Chonghuan suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"Song... Master Song...what happened?"

Why did he... suddenly get so close?

"Does Dr. Wen apply something on his body? Why is it so fragrant?"

After saying that, the man sniffed his nose lightly again.

Seeing that the man was so close to him and said such strange words, Wen Zi'an didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Especially with his long strand of hair being hooked up by the man, this action was undoubtedly scared to death by Wen Zi'an, and hurriedly took a few steps back, "Wen... Wen didn't apply anything."

"oh?"

Ye Chonghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said in confusion: "Why is Dr. Wen so fragrant?"

As he said that, he deliberately took a few steps forward, as if he was spraying his breath at a distance.

"Young Master Song should be your illusion."

Wen Zian was not very comfortable with him being so close to him, so he took a few steps back, but unexpectedly, he accidentally stepped on a stone under his feet. When his feet slipped, the man still in front of him even held his waist in time and stabilized his body shape.

"Why is Dr. Wen so nervous?"

The man chuckled from above his head and then let him go.

Wen Zi'an stood there, looking at the man's back as he turned around and left, and for some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable when he recalled the look he looked at him just now.

Is it his illusion?

It must be an illusion...

"Doctor Wen hasn't cured me yet? Are you going back now?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!