Aoyama sees me as I should

Changsheng got up early in the morning to make medicine for himself, and when he passed by the front yard, he saw Ji Qingbai meditating with his legs crossed under a tree.

Ever since breaking through the Profound Realm, Ji Qingbai seldom got up so early to practice.

Changsheng didn't dare to disturb him, and when he came back from taking the medicine, he saw Minghuan standing under the eaves, looking at his master from afar.

"Nan Wu waits to come?" Ming Huan was in Jue Ding Peak for more than half a year, and was taken care of very well by Chang Sheng and Ji Qingbai, probably because of the monster's special physique, he can jump faster than Chang Sheng.

Chang Sheng said: "Don't be so rude to Master, he has helped you anyway."

Ming Huan was noncommittal, he waited for Chang Sheng to drink the medicine, the two of them went to morning class, and they ran into Nan Wu on the mountain road.

The latter nodded to Chang Sheng, without looking at Ming Huan: "Is your master here?"

Changsheng respectfully said: "Here, I got up early in the morning to practice."

Nan Wu raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "cultivation", and asked in an unclear manner: "Really."

Changsheng didn't understand what it meant, and Nanwu didn't give any explanation, and after brushing past the two of them, he went to Obscure Moon Hall.

Ji Qingbai sat in meditation for a long time, and recited the meditation mantra for about thirty times, but he still didn't understand why he dreamed of Nanwu in his dream. He finally opened his eyes as if giving up, but turned his eyes away, and saw the man standing at the door. people.

Ji Qingbai: "..."

He looked at Nan Wu with a complicated face, and didn't know whether he should greet him or not.

The other party still had a face as bright as flowers, with a gentle and polite attitude: "Mr. Qing Bai."

Ji Qingbai felt that he shouldn't confuse dreams with reality, sighed, and said, "Master Nanwu."

Nan Wu nodded, and when he got closer, Ji Qingbai realized that the other party didn't have a crown of hair today, but simply combed his hair in a bun, and the black clouds were like waterfalls, setting off the snow-like person.

Seeing the man in his dream last night in the morning, Ji Qingbai didn't know what to say, he was a little embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed in his heart, but after all, it was just a dream, and he couldn't bring this emotion to Nanwu.

It stands to reason that people who practice Taoism have no desires, and Ji Qingbai himself is a genius in the Xuan Realm, and he has no other distractions, and has never been tempted by ordinary people. How can there be another person's face in his dream? Ji Qingbai thinks he is not a fool Temperament, now also somewhat uncertain.

Seeing him looking at him, Nan Wu's face changed several times, so he asked with a smile, "What is Qing Bai Jun thinking?"

Ji Qingbai settled his mind, and said calmly: "I'm thinking about the homework of the two disciples today."

Nan Wu: "Mr. Qing Bai is overthinking."

Ji Qingbai simply shut up, feeling that if he said more, he would make mistakes, but if he said less, he would make fewer mistakes.

The two of them didn't speak, and they didn't feel much at all, Ji Qingbai was staring at Luohua in a daze, when suddenly there was darkness on the top of his head, and there was an extra white hand.

Nan Wu plucked off the petals on top of his head without expression.

The fragrance of the flowers is so strong that Ji Qingbai couldn't tell whether it was the flowers or the people around him that was sweet.

Nan Wu was so close to him that his face could be pressed against him as soon as he lowered his head, Ji Qingbai held his breath, only to see the other party's eyes fall on his lips.

Ji Qingbai tilted his head back, Nan Wu raised his eyes, their eyes met each other, Ji Qingbai moved his eyes away first.

"Master has exceeded the norm." Ji Qingbai coughed and said calmly.

Nan Wu didn't speak, he looked at the other party's neck, where a layer of light pink floated up, looking very cute.

He waited for a while, then took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "Luo Hua is interested, but Qing Bai Jun is ruthless."

Ji Qingbai frowned, shook off the magnolia flower petals on his sleeves, stood up, and said, "Master Nanwu, what else is there?"

Nan Wu said with a smile: "I just want to discuss with Qing Bai-jun the way of martial arts."

"..." Ji Qingbai just felt as if he had heard a joke. Others didn't know that both Nan Wu and he had broken the profound realm, and the other party's cultivation base was hundreds of years longer than his own. Even if the sky thunder strikes 99 times, with Nanwu's current state, he can definitely withstand it.

But everyone said that they came to discuss, and Ji Qingbai couldn't make a bad face and drive the other party away.

So the two entered the hall, and Ji Qingbai had to work on his own to deliver water for Nan Wuduan's tea. Looking back, he wondered if he had to find some servants, otherwise he always felt that he was at a disadvantage and had to serve Nan Wu himself every time.

When Chang Sheng and Ming Huan came back from morning class, Nan Wu hadn't left yet, both of them were obviously a little surprised, and Ming Huan couldn't help the disgust on his face, and stayed beside Ji Qingbai, refusing to leave.

Ji Qingbai was very patient with him, asked him about his homework, and gave some advice, and asked Changsheng to ask for leave tomorrow, so that he should not be troubled if he is not in good health.

Nan Wubian drank tea and listened to him talking like a child, and finally looked at Minghuan coldly.

Taking advantage of Ji Qingbai's inattention, Jin Yanchifeng showed a treacherous and mocking smile at Nan Wu, her eyes were sinister, and she completely lost her obedient appearance before.

Nan Wu paused while drinking tea, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, Ming Huan's face turned pale in an instant.

Chang Sheng was the first to notice something was wrong, he supported Ming Huan's precarious body and was startled: "What's wrong?!"

Ming Huan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Ji Qingbai frowned, stretched out his hand and clasped his disciple's wrist.

Nan Wu calmly drank his tea, he didn't show any expression, and he didn't look at the three masters and apprentices, Ji Qingbai checked the pulse for a long time, but found nothing.

"Tuer is fine." Ming Huan said slowly with a weak face, "It's just that my chest hurts."

There was the previous restriction on Nan Wuxia's chest, Ji Qingbai couldn't help looking at the tea drinker, Nan Wu couldn't avoid his eyes, and smiled at him.

Goosebumps appeared on the back of Ji Qingbai's neck again, Nanwu's appearance was very similar to his dream appearance, the two faces of the other party were really a headache.

"Go and rest." Ji Qingbai signaled Changsheng to take Ming Huan to rest, Changsheng nodded, and took his junior brother away.

When the people left, Ji Qingbai looked at Nan Wudao: "Ming Huan's restriction, I hope the master will show his noble hand, let me relieve it."

Nan Wu raised his eyebrows, and said in a good voice: "Golden Flame Chifeng is not a good thing in this world, Lord Qingbai, please don't be soft-hearted."

Ji Qingbai was a little unhappy, and said coldly: "As a teacher, I will definitely teach him to be kind and benefit the world, master, don't worry."

Nan Wu didn't speak, he stared at Ji Qingbai for a long time, and finally said: "Then follow Qingbo Jun's opinion."

The junior brother had chest pains, Changsheng was naturally anxious, he was not dull, and he thought of the three times Nan Wudian hit Ming Huan's chest, Ming Huan's pain gradually eased, and he sneered, "Nan Wuke doesn't want to save me."

Chang Sheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally he could only say: "With Master here, you will be fine."

Ming Huan stared at him, seeming to be resentful: "He sealed my demon power and imposed restrictions on me. He treats me like this because he is afraid that I will bring disaster to the world and avenge the formation formation."

Changsheng shook his head: "All the people who practiced the formation were killed by the master, you shouldn't still think about it."

"Really?" Ming Huan was full of sarcasm, "What about the other people in Songling Town? Not only them, but my blood was given to the princes and countries. The world is in chaos, and I do have a part in it."

The holy demon who had just reincarnated into the world, when the demon power was weakest when he was young, the blood of the golden flame and the phoenix is ​​the most precious treasure in the heaven and the earth, and a drop of the formation can increase the cultivation base of a cultivator by one grade. Famous martial artist Neng fought to a draw with Ji Qingbai of Xuanjing.

Changsheng knew that Ji Qingbai was most worried that Minghuan would have evil thoughts for this, but after so long, Minghuan did not show any abnormality at the peak, and both of them thought that they could influence the holy demon and end the unpredictable turmoil in the future.

"Senior Brother." Ming Huan looked at Chang Sheng, and suddenly he moved close to the other's face, with a bewitching and seductive tone, "I'll give you a drop of my heart, even if I kill everyone in the world, I can't hurt you A hair, you say, okay?"