I have been assisting these years

Su Mingzhen spoke as if he had just taken a sip of water.

It wasn't just Qi Jin who choked to death, Wen Xuanqing, who was standing on one side, felt that he shouldn't get involved.

He turned around and walked towards the school yard.

Qi Jin wrinkled his face, trying to step on Su Ming's pillow again, but the other party had expected it, took a step back and even helped Qi Jin's waist.

For fear that she would fall.

"Just kidding." Su Ming patted Qi Jin's head pillowily, and walked to the school grounds.

Her robes are much more gorgeous than those of ordinary star gate disciples. When she walks, the embroidered stars on the heels of her robes seem to be floating around, and she looks extraordinary.

As soon as Su Mingzhen left, Qi Jin panicked.

She also had to face Feng Changyu.

Qi Jin tilted his head cautiously, and met Feng Changyu's gaze.

There was no depth of emotion, as if she would be pulled into it if she took a few more glances.

"Senior Sister, have something to say to me?"

Qi Jin's smile seemed to be squeezed out, rather forced, and the cunning he had when facing Su Mingzhen disappeared at this moment.

This made Feng Changyu a little irritable.

It's just that she has learned since she was a child that she doesn't like to show signs of expression. Compared with Su Mingzhen's smiling face, Feng Changyu is the opposite.

Even if she speaks in a continuous voice, it always gives people a sense of distance that is difficult to bridge.

"Go back and talk."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Jin thought about pushing the wheelchair for her, maybe he would be scolded later.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got closer, Feng Changyu left first.

She really can control herself.

Qi Jin found out last time, but every time she was in front of Feng Changyu, she felt embarrassed facing the task target, as if she had to bite the bullet.

But not with Wen Xuanqing and Yuling.

She lowered her head and muttered in a low voice, and finally came to a conclusion——

Feng Changyu just doesn't get close to people.

It's not the type she likes, it's the kind of person who can't get to know each other for many years.

She followed Feng Changyu, but she was faster than everyone in the wheelchair, and in the end she could only trot to follow.

Cui Ling Mountain repair classroom is very big, there are not many people in the corridors and corridors at this time, but it is not empty.

Qi Jin was wearing an incomparably stinky repair robe that she had altered herself, and she had no time to hang up her book bag, so she could only carry it.As she was running, the tiny bells in her hair jingled, but it was not noisy, but in the eyes of others, the two birds' legs on her book bag matched her steps, which made people laugh.

"Hey Qijin, where are you going?"

A fellow practitioner passing by asked me a question.

Qi Jin waved his hand, "You're the one who talks a lot."

The other party was deflated, but not angry. He looked at the legendary figure sitting in the wheelchair in front of him, and then at Qi Jin who was panting behind him.

Ten thousand years first and ten thousand years countdown.

Also very interesting.

Qi Jin just followed Feng Changyu all the way back, and received a lot of teasing looks along the way.

She scolded Feng Changyu in dozens of ways in her mind, but greeted Feng Changyu with a smile when she turned her head.

Feng Changyu's room was still going to smell like death when the door was opened, Qi Jinlian sneezed a few times, covered his nose and called a stuffy senior sister.

The windows don't even open, and it's too cramped.

Feng Changyu glanced at this junior sister, then turned the wooden chair to open the window.

She was originally thin and thin. Although the repair robes were made according to each person's figure, they always looked big in order to retain the temperament of a cultivator.

Although Feng Changyu was about the same height as Qi Jin, it was obvious that Qi Jin was much stockier and sickly.

Even though Qi Jin knew that the opponent's cultivation was hundreds of times higher than his own, he still couldn't bear to see the opponent stretching out his hand to push the window.

I cursed in my heart and stepped forward to help.

Her thumb was dyed last night at Su Ming's pillow with the impatiens left by the other party's alchemy.

It's a bit gorgeous, I don't know what Su Ming pillow added, but it can't be washed off.

In fact, she was a little afraid of Feng Changyu, but she seemed to be born without a soul, so she violently tore off Feng Changyu's hand, and pushed open the window by herself.

The breeze is blowing, and I am not so dizzy.

When she pulled Feng Changyu's hand, the coolness still remained on her skin, and she asked, "Senior Sister, why are your hands so cold?"

Feng Changyu withdrew his hand, "I'm not in good health."

Qi Jin snorted, "It's amazing to have such a high level of cultivation despite not being in good health."

Her straightforward praise made Feng Changyu a little uncomfortable.

Qi Jin was still panting, even though she didn't follow the rules in Yuqing Que and ran down the mountain every three days, she still didn't know how to use the spells that were clearly prohibited in the Que.

In some ways it's a bit rigid.

The slight panting made Feng Changyu feel puzzled and ashamed of his anger just now.

She looked at Qi Jin, the girl's face turned a little pink, as if she sensed that Feng Changyu was looking at her, she glanced at her secretly, then quickly retracted, pretending to change the subject——

"Sister, what do you want to tell me?"

say what?

There is a lot to say, about Yuemen, about the future, about the entire Yuqing Temple, about the common people in the world.

But Feng Changyu is not qualified to say.

Besides, Qi Jin's identity is there, even if she is her junior sister, there is no need to become the close senior sister relationship of the other three direct disciples.

When there really is such a day, Jing Yu will also call Qi Jin back, and he doesn't have to worry about the ups and downs outside.

"Ok?"

Feng Changyu didn't speak for a long time, Qi Jin just sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

I don't know what kind of scented tea it is, but it's quite fragrant, Qi Jin pursed his lips.

"Can I check your skills?"

Feng Changyu turned around and looked at Qi Jin.

Behind her was the window that was opened just now, and a few strands of flower petals floated in, Qi Jin suddenly felt that Feng Changyu and Su Mingzhen looked alike.

Their eye sockets are a bit deep, and when they stare at people, they always give people the illusion of affection.

But this kind of affectionate money is also very extreme, and if it is withdrawn a little, it becomes an abyss again.

Just like Su Mingzhen, she has a solemn face when she is not smiling, and it is easy to give people a sense of distance.It's just that she seldom didn't stop laughing, perhaps because her voice was ugly in the first place, and it would be really scary to keep a straight face.

"what?"

It wasn't until Feng Changyu came over that Qi Jin came to his senses and let out an oh.

Senior Sister, Senior Sister, of course you can decide what you say.

She didn't take it seriously, watching her hands being clasped by Feng Changyu.

It was so cold that she almost jumped up.

But the next moment a warm current enveloped her body, and she was too comfortable to speak.

Holding his face with one hand, leaning against the table, squinting his eyes, he looked like he was being slaughtered.

Feng Changyu has retreated for a hundred years, but because of the conflict between his body and his exercises, his foundation has been damaged, and his meridians need to be nourished for several years.

It is not easy to walk on two legs, and I can only walk for a short time every day.

She mentioned it to Leng Qiuzi who was away, and the master said to wait for her to come back and take a look.

Leng Qiuzi has been very busy, maybe she is the first disciple of Lord Que, her concern for the common people in the world is much stronger than the remaining few juniors and sisters.

For Qi Jin, Leng Qiuzi seemed to be laissez-faire, but in fact she took it very seriously. Lan Zimao occasionally mentioned this matter to Feng Changyu.

This kind of attention to Feng Changyu doesn't feel like caring for the daughter of an old friend. There is also caring, mixed with other things, and a little helpless.

As for Wen Xuanqing, it was Feng Changyu who begged Leng Qiuzi to accept him relying on his childhood voice.

Leng Qiuzi attaches great importance to her because she still has room for use, but this kind of petting is limited, but Feng Changyu didn't expect Leng Qiuzi to agree.

Her master kept a cold face for hundreds of years, and couldn't detect the slightest emotional fluctuation at all, so Feng Changyu didn't ask any more questions.

She went to Cuiling Mountain today and talked about Qi Jin with the teachers in the classroom.

She has carefully read Qi Jin's month-to-month and quarter-to-quarter results in recent years, including some homework on weekdays.

When Qi Jin was mentioned, many teachers seemed to have a headache. Most of the answers were that Qi Jin was disobedient in class, but it was not bad to ask her to get up to demonstrate or discuss with others.

The level will not drop to the bottom.

But it is obvious that Qi Jin's cultivation level is not high.

At this time, Feng Changyu explored Qi Jin's cultivation, but found that the sea of ​​energy in her body did not fluctuate at all, and her insight disappeared as soon as she entered, as if absorbed by something.

She wanted to go deeper, but the suction turned against the customer and almost absorbed all of her skills.

Feng Changyu hastily cut off his spiritual consciousness and let go.

Qi Jin was almost falling asleep, turned his head in a daze, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Feng Changyu took a deep breath and hummed.

"My skill is just like that." Qi Jin rubbed her eyes, her voice was a little lazy, "I'm used to it too."

The second half of the sentence was a bit sad, Feng Changyu couldn't help but was interrupted by Qi Jin again, "But I'm not a genius in cultivation, I'm not as good as senior sister, actually it's nothing to be the last."

"Anyway, I'm a cultivator, and I'm very satisfied that I won't grow old soon~"

She talked more and more happily.

Feng Changyu: "..."

She didn't know whether to say that this junior sister was thoughtful or a little silly.

Maybe all the sons and daughters of the cultivating family are like this?

Qi Jin yawned, "Senior Sister, is there anything else?"

Feng Changyu raised his eyes: "From now on, spend an hour every day to come to my side. Master said that you practice the way of swordsmanship, and let me teach you."

Qi Jin: "..."

The satisfaction on her face disappeared immediately, and turned into a miserable one biting her lip.

Feng Changyu knew that she was unwilling, and felt that her swollen face was quite funny, so he couldn't help poking Qi Jin's face with his hand.

Qi Jin was startled, stood up abruptly, and the stool was overturned.

"Understood, let's start tomorrow, senior sister, I will go back to visit my family Awang first."

Qi Jin turned around and left.

It's kind of like running away.

Feng Changyu watched Qi Jin jump over the threshold and just disappear from her sight.

She looked down at her finger that poked Qi Jin's cheek just now, the warm touch seemed to be still on her skin, and she couldn't help pressing it on her lips.

Qi Jin stopped after running a few steps.

She walked towards the edge of the pond, Shuzheng was probably waiting for her in the yard, but she didn't really want to go back at the moment.

Feng Changyu didn't finish his sentence.

I don't know why she has this idea.

At this moment, she realized that she seemed to be assimilated by this environment.

Even though she told herself repeatedly that this was a book, the time was too long and true, and time pushed her away.

So much so that she would still have certain emotions because of what happened here.

Like the discomfort of the moment.

Powerless.

She saw Feng Changyu's surprise when he withdrew his hand, but just pretended not to know.

At first, Qi Jin also thought it was just a matter of her own talent, she thought about it very openly, anyway, she didn't come here to save the common people in the world, and she didn't need any high cultivation level at all.

She also didn't want to face the two races of demons and ghosts in "Taoism".

There are too many mysteries.

Why didn't Qi Wujin even rank among the letters in the outline given by the system?

Why did Leng Qiuzi accept Wen Xuanqing as his apprentice?

Will Yuling really be sentenced in the future because Wen Xuanqing doesn't love her?

……

She called the system many times, but she didn't hear a single sound.

broken again?

Why is everything in front of me shaking? It must be that there is something wrong with the Concentration and Refreshing Pill that Su Mingzhen gave.

Qi Jin tried his best to stand still, but the water in the pond seemed to fly into the sky, as if the world had changed, everything had wings.

She staggered, and the moment she fell down, she thought——

Feng Changyu must have done something, I knew she had no good intentions...