This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

After that night, Wen Zhe resumed his steady routine.

Because his body has not been recuperated properly, the sword practice time in the morning was canceled and changed to literacy practice.

When he was a beginner, Hua Jun stood behind him, her chest was pressed against his back, and there was a steady stream of heat from his heart.Rong Xuehuai's hand also wraps around his hand, leading him to write the word "forever" on the rice paper stroke by stroke; moreover, the other party's gentle and magnetic voice rang out along with the writing hand: "The beginning of the brush is like a boulder collapsing and collapsing. It is called sideways, so it is like reining a horse, and it is called rein..."

Hua Jun lowered his head slightly when teaching him, and the hot air in his mouth was on the two fox ears on top of Wen Zhe's head, bringing a strange and itchy feeling, which spread from the tip of the ears to the waist eyes, and Wen Zhe could only bite tightly. The teeth can barely stand still.

Fortunately, after Rong Xuehuai instructed Wen Zhe to write a few words, he stopped teaching him so intimately. Wen Zhe couldn't say whether he was more relieved because he didn't have to be distracted anymore, or whether he was disappointed and regretful and still wanted to lean in Hua Jun's arms more. many.

The study in the morning was not boring either. Every three or four quarters, Mr. Hua would let Wen Zhe stand at the window and look into the distance, rest his eyes, and occasionally tell a joke or two.

Since the awakening of the Yaozu's bloodline, Wen Zhe seems to have some talent for never forgetting, and his learning process has advanced by leaps and bounds. Rong Xuehuai was quite pleasantly surprised by this, and said that he should combine work and rest, and the afternoon rest was more open to him.Usually after lunch, there are three-five cakes and a pot of scented tea, or under the vine frame or jasper flowers, and Wen Zhe can quietly listen to Mr. Hua telling him one after another exotic fairy tales.

"Life without fairy tales is incomplete." Rong Xuehuai smiled while taking a bite of the peach cake: "Actually, these stories should be told to you before going to bed, why?" His eyelids drooped and his lips fell upon seeing Wen Zhe's troubled eyes Her corners were pursed, as if she had an aggrieved expression, so she shook her head helplessly: "I prefer to listen to Jianghu stories before going to bed, what should I say?"

In the end, Rong Xuehuai still had to read the book "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji" at night.

They seem to have returned to the days before the awakening of Wen Zhe's bloodline, the communication is peaceful and often jokes.A person is not strict in the name of teaching, and a person who is weak does not need to bow his knees.

It's a pity that this kind of life didn't last long. Half a month later, Mr. Haitanghua sent a letter to Mr. Honglian, saying that he had to bother him about the Blood Refining Sect, and Rong Xuehuai was about to leave Yingri Domain.

Before leaving, he assigned Wen Zhe homework.

"Theoretically speaking, I will be away for more than a month, and the homework you have to do during this period should be the same as usual." Rong Xuehuai tapped the copybook that Wen Zhe usually used to practice calligraphy: "However, you are still required during the holidays." It would be inhumane to go about your business as usual. So you might as well relax."

Wen Zhe immediately expressed his opinion: "There is no need to do this, Mr. Hua, just keep the same homework as usual, I can finish it as usual."

"So enlightened." Rong Xuehuai smiled and praised: "It's just that you don't need it. You know, crying and making up homework the night before the holiday is the normal and fun place in the world."

He smiled and closed the book in his hand: "I won't keep homework such as copybooks, just write a few when you think about it. After I leave, you must ensure that you have an hour and a half of reading every day. You can choose all the books in the book. If you want to go down the mountain to play, there are some spiritual stones and a sign on the first shelf from the left on the bookshelf. You wear the sign, and ordinary people dare not make things difficult for you. If someone does not have eyes, it will The power is also enough to protect the Lord."

After explaining this, Rong Xuehuai took care of some trivial details of life and diet, and when everything was arranged, he took out the bamboo hat and put it on his head, leaving a sentence of "Happy Holidays.", and set foot on Biluopeng back away.

Wen Zhe watched his back until the person and bird flew to the end of the sky that he could no longer see.

It was less than a day since Rong Xuehuai left, and Wen Zhe began to miss him.

Before he had time to feel the freshness of being alone after Hua Jun left, he felt a huge discomfort.After taking a nap, he habitually sat on the reclining chair of the vines. It was only after waiting for half a cup of tea that he realized that at least today, Hua Jun would no longer describe fairy tales to him in a gentle voice.

Wen Zhe was slightly dazed, and slowly stroked the teacup the other party used to with his fingers.

Even though he knew that there was no one around, he couldn't help turning his head to look around.Then he coughed lightly to cover up, and then got up and moved to the armchair that the other party used to sit on.

The sunlight scatter down through the branches and leaves of the grape vine trellis, turning into countless tiny spots of light on the table, the ground, and Wen Zhe's body.The fine and warm sunlight gave Wen Zhe an illusion, as if Rong Xuehuai's warmth was retained on this chair.

In the aroma of tea in the afternoon, while half asleep and half awake, Wen Zhe smelled the pungent and clear fragrance of hibiscus again.

When I woke up, it was already sunset.

Of course Rong Xuehuai did not come back.

Wen Zhe tidied up the tea set on the table feeling lost.When he touched the teacup Hua Jun used to use, he suddenly withdrew his hand.He stopped and thought for a while, not only did he not put away the teacup, but instead he turned a book upside down on the table.

There are no teacups or upside-down books, which seems to be a hint.It implies that the person sitting here will only leave for a short time and will return soon.

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After returning to the room, Wen Zhe took out a box.

There is a stack of thick rice paper in the box, and the top one is written with three titles of "Wen Zhe", "Han Ou", and "Rong Xuehuai", which are exactly the handwriting of Han Ou Hua Jun Kuan Bo Xiuyi.

That was the first day he could learn to read, Hua Jun first wrote down the word "Wen Zhe" on the paper and told Wen Zhe that this was his name.

Immediately, Huajun asked him if there were any characters he wanted to recognize in particular.At that time, Wen Zhe didn't know which nerve in his brain was miswired, so he opened his mouth without thinking, "Han."

After saying a word, he realized his impatience and impropriety.Unexpectedly, Rong Xuehuai just smiled slightly, lifted the pen and wrote the word "Han" under "Wen Zhe" correctly.

"If what you want to ask is my title, then it's these two words." Rong Xuehuai bent her eyes: "But the title is only related to Ice Fire Red Lotus, and I didn't come up with it myself. I guess You probably want to know... these three words are my name."

Hua Jun raised his wrist and wrote, the three words "Rong Xuehuai" immediately followed the first two titles Anjia settled down.He bought one and got one free, and put on this extra head while smiling and said: "These three characters are not difficult to learn, if you are willing to learn them well, you will progress faster, and soon you will know my name is what."

Later, Wen Zhe quietly hid the paper in his sleeve and took it away.Although Mr. Han Luhua acted as if he didn't realize it, Wen Zhe always suspected that it was the other party's deliberate favor towards him when he smiled at him knowingly before leaving the small study.

Wen Zhe carefully put the piece of paper aside, and the things underneath showed Lushan's true colors.

But it was a stack of rice paper full of "Han" written in Wen Zhe's handwriting. From the first crooked and almost shapeless, it slowly progressed until the last page, which was almost as real as Rong Xuehuai's own handwriting.

On that paper were thousands of "Han Ou", which was also the call that Wen Zhe had silently recited thousands of times in his heart.

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For the entire Blood Refining Sect, Rong Xuehuai's arrival really caught people off guard.Before the others arrived, the iconic ice and fire red lotus had already floated there one step ahead.The red lotus took root on the ground, multiplied, and turned into a sea of ​​flames in the blink of an eye, so the entire periphery of the Xuelian Xizong was surrounded by a circle of bright flames that spread out like fresh blood and were as red as cinnabar.

A stunned disciple tried to release his magic weapon to test it, and before he could blink, the magic weapon turned into nothingness in the flames, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.

The suzerain elders of the Blood Refining West Sect were also alarmed by this handwriting, and one after another went out to check.The sixteen giants of the Zongzhong lifted their magic weapons from the cave and flew away from the mountain, just in time to meet the Huajun in white who came strolling by Lingfeng.

There was a strong wind in the air, and the sleeves and robes of Jun Hanhua were also blown by the westerly wind. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he raised his hand and lightly pressed the bamboo hat on his head, and said indifferently: "Those who have not yet murdered and committed evil can stand up, I will leave you alone." One life."

His icy voice resounded through the mountains, the mountains were silent, and no one answered.

"Wonderful. There are thousands of disciples in Xuelian, and there is no one who can't use it to question the sinner." Rong Xuehuai sneered, and turned her gaze to the sixteen demons who were facing the enemy: "If you don't teach, it's the master." too."

Even though Jun Hanhua looked through the veil, Elder Withered Bones could still feel the cold and sharp aura.When the other party finished speaking, his heart suddenly tightened, and the hairs on his back stood on end. The next moment, his eyes went blank, and he only heard a scream from the same door beside him!

The Hellfire, who has always kept the magic gate silent, is so fast that it seems to be able to travel through space and time.The afterglow of his last moment of foothold still lingers, but at this moment, the person has already flashed in front of the elder withered bones!Before Elder Withered Bones could react, Rong Xuehuai opened his hands, and the overwhelming hidden weapons rushed towards his face like raindrops!

From the moment he finished speaking to the time when he attacked, none of the sixteen powerful demon sects had the strength to react.

Each hidden weapon is attached with a small red lotus fire. This flame probably really lived up to the reputation of "Extreme Hell Fire", and burned all the magical weapons used by the bones to defend themselves in the blink of an eye.The flames burned out, but the hidden weapon sank deep into the flesh and blood of the elder withered bones with an unstoppable force.

It wasn't until this time that the attacks from the remaining 15 people came one after another. Without batting an eye, Rong Xuehuai lifted the collar of the elder withered bones, and with a backhand palm, large expanses of red lotus fire were born in response to his heart, and its radiant There is no one comparable to Li's ruthlessness, for a while, no attack can fall on Rong Xuehuai's body for three feet.

Mr. Hanhuahua carried an elder of the Demon Sect who was in the way, and floated back.Everyone thought that he was defeated by the combined attack of 15 people and took shelter from the wind. Unexpectedly, the next moment, with a lift and a twitch of his wrist, Elder Withered Bones hung down limply like a bag of dough.All of a sudden, everyone held their breath, only Elder Witherbone wailed miserably because of the unbearable pain.

At this time, Rong Xuehuai was still holding a section of bloody spine.Just now everyone saw it clearly, Mr. Han Luhua pulled out the spine of the elder withered bones alive with his lifting and twitching!With a twitch of his spine, the elder withered bones suddenly lost all support, and could only turn into a rag bag.

Rong Xuehuai's face remained unchanged, she raised her hand to block the scream of the elder withered bones.He said coldly: "It's all right if you practice demons and become evil. In order to refine a magic weapon to protect your body, you think the dead body is not angry enough, so you have to smoke the bones of the living. Today I will pump the bones of your whole body, which is called You know what it's like."

When he said this, he didn't stop his hands, and in just a few words, he had already pulled out sixteen ribs of the elder withered bones!

Jun Hanhua glanced at the remaining 15 people indifferently.These devils have done a lot of evil, and the screams and pleadings of others and the scenes of blood and blood are nothing to them, but now it is their own family who have ended up like this.The instigator's scrutiny gave them all a chill.

The matter has come to this, is there any other way besides killing the fish and breaking the net?These 15 people did not dare to be careless, each used their strongest moves, and during the period they inevitably sacrificed their own sect's disciples to Yun Yun.Rong Xuehuai watched with cold eyes, facing the violent attack that was about to come, she just made a harsh conclusion.

"Today, I want you all to die badly."