This broken mirror is big and round

He Jiangyin was not very happy, but he couldn't show it, he even had to pretend to be happy.

Because after several days in succession, Nie Zhen really improved rapidly. His small body like a weak chicken has become much stronger after going down the mountain several times. He is more agile and powerful than ordinary martial arts practitioners.Coupled with his abundant zhenqi, in just over a month, he is almost able to compete with most martial arts masters.

There is only one thing——

Nie Xuan is used to idleness in Wuxintai, and he only has the memory of the past ten years, so even though he was about to arrive and stand there, he has always been full of a very distinct youthful spirit-skinny, lazy, and greedy.

So much so that when He Jiangyin found out that the mantra he had written to him by himself, except for a few large characters on the cover, was completely covered with all kinds of crooked obscenities and slang words, half of the yard was almost rushed by him suddenly. The infuriating blow up.

It's fine if it's an ordinary spring painting, but... it's a man and a man.

Also painted so detailed.

A one-eyed man and a Taoist priest, all they had to do was put their names on their faces.

So, Nie Yu was squatting in the corner and roasting rabbits happily with the newly learned "Fengfeng Palm", when he suddenly felt the wind blowing, and when he turned his head, he saw He Jiang standing behind him like a hidden ghost.

Nie Jue hurriedly stopped, and hid the rabbit in his arms: "Go, go, my husband and I have two legs, and I still have to eat the head, and the rest belongs to Xiaohe, and you have no share!"

"..."

He Jiang remained silent, and stretched out his hand to grab him——

Didn't catch it.

The speed at which Nie Xuan escaped for his life has obviously also increased substantially.

"What are you going to do? Robbery in broad daylight?"

He Jiangyin squeezed his palms tightly and slowly raised his arms.

Seeing the product of his "careful creation" in his hand, Nie Xuan immediately flew to snatch it: "Why are you peeking at other people's notes!"

He Jiangyin didn't feel ashamed when he saw him, and rushed to snatch it like a baby. He couldn't bear it, and instantly exerted strength. The mental method in his hand immediately broke into several pieces, and then he grabbed it back from mid-air: "You really don't have the slightest bit now! Shame!"

Nie Zhen was also taken aback by He Jiangyin who was suddenly furious.

What's wrong with him?I have already memorized the entire text of the mental method, so I just scribbled and drew a few strokes when I was bored?As for making such a big fire?

And He Jiangyin pushed Nie Xun against the wall, looked at Nie Xun innocently with dark eyes, and was about to teach him a lesson, but stared at the corner of the broken book that was blown by the wind, and suddenly froze.

He didn't notice it just now, but the painting on that corner was clearly himself—although it was so vicious and ugly, he could still recognize the faint river cliff and sea water patterns in it at a glance.

Many years ago, a little man the size of bean sprouts followed him step by step, showing a childish picture of brothers playing like a treasure.

At that time, he only left him a back view indifferently, and punished him to kneel in front of the door for half an hour as punishment for walking out of his courtyard without authorization.

Unexpectedly, he still appears in his paintings today.

And doesn't he just hope that he can act and act freely and freely like in the beginning?

Thinking dejectedly, He Jiangyin relaxed his grip.

Nie Zhen naturally couldn't understand what he was thinking, but inexplicably, he looked at He Jiangyin with a soft heart.

Just before putting oil on the soles of his feet, Nie Xuan thought for a while: "Then what, I was just mad at you on purpose, don't take it to heart, or I'll give you a leg."

As he spoke, a rabbit leg that smelled of roasting was directly thrust into He Jiangyin's mouth by Nie Yan.

Nie Yu's oily hand patted He Jiangyin's face twice comfortingly: "Anyway, thank you for teaching me such an easy-to-use skill of roasting wild game. I will never forget your kindness."

After the words fell, Nie Cheng joyfully ran away with the remaining roasted rabbit in his arms.

That idiot Qin Guifeng has worked surprisingly hard these days, and he is not as clingy to him as before. He wants to reward him with this rabbit to prevent him from empathizing with others.

Of course he wasn't worried that he fell in love with He Jiangyin, he was worried that he fell in love with He Jiangyin's thoughts.

In fact, Nie Zhen originally thought that He Jiangyin would take them back to Hejiabao, maybe he could dig out some secrets that he had never heard of.Unexpectedly, He Jiangyin only placed them in this large and secluded house.

Nothing else, what makes him particularly uncomfortable is that he lives far away from Qin Guifeng's residence.

Carrying the roasted rabbit in his pocket, Nie Xuan turned and turned all the way, and finally arrived outside the Qin Bandit Fengyuan. He couldn't help being slandered again in his heart, and asked the adult man who was in the stage of passionate love to separate. Isn't this playing hooligans?

They hadn't done anything intimate other than that night in the woods!

Doesn't Qin Bandit want to?

Nie Xuan turned over to the wall, looked thoughtfully at the upright figure in horseback not far away for a while, and took out the roasted rabbit in his arms, and another thing he specially brought back from Tianyao Villa before.

——The two maces of Jinglan.

It's really hard to fall in love, Nie Xuan thought.