Every time I go back to the mountain, I will see the apprentices making trouble

The sun retracted the last rays of light that fell on the lotus leaves, and an oil-paper umbrella was retracted and placed lightly beside Ling Yao.

"Are you back?" Ling Yao looked up at Liu Lan, and put the teacup on the marble table, "The tea you want to drink."

On the pavilion in the middle of the lake, there is a wind blowing.

Liu Lan drank the tea in her cup in one gulp, "It's too poorly brewed."

Ling Yao was stunned, "What can you drink like this?"

"For me, as far as tea is concerned, thirst quenching comes first, and taste comes second. At this moment, I am extremely thirsty, and it is already a great honor to you to be able to taste what you brewed."

Ling Yao stopped talking.

"The head is going to participate in the Shengxian Academic Seminar. This is a token from the head to you. He said that Brother Aoki is an upright person, and he will have difficulties in managing everything in the door. He asked you to help him." Ling Yao handed over a piece of jade. The cicada is on the table.

"Where's the chief?" Liu Lan asked puzzledly, "Let me help, isn't this acting on behalf of you?"

"He always doesn't care about things, and the head doesn't bother to talk about him." Ling Yao said.

"The peak masters of all the fairy peaks have gone too? The peak master of Silu Peak is not here either." Liu Lan said.

"The four main battle peaks are all there, so the Devil's Cult will not have an opportunity to take advantage of it." Ling Yao said.

Ling Yao remembered something, and asked again: "Is Zhao Qingmu still squatting outside the main hall?"

"Yeah, it's going to rain." Liu Lan said looking at the swaying lotus leaves blown by the wind.

"Lend me the umbrella." Ling Yao took Liu Lan's umbrella painted with acacia flowers and walked out of the Huxin Pavilion.

Liu Lan leaned on the railing and looked at Ling Yuan's back with her chin resting, raised her hand to catch the raindrops that had fallen, "But, how do I go back?"

Zhao Qingmu strode straight, and the rain fell straight down, wet his temple hair, mixed with sweat, and dripped down his face.

Suddenly, he felt his vision dim, Zhao Qingmu looked sideways, and Ling Yao stood with an umbrella.The silver-gray hair band swayed in the wind.

That night, Ling Yao's arms and Zhao Qingmu's legs were so sore that they seemed to be broken.

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