Little Fairy's Choice of Husband

In a word, Qing Xun was speechless.Uh, it's really hard to turn down the hospitality, so let's take it over.

Wu Ze was secretly delighted, and the trick worked.

Qing Xun ate the peaches, and then looked at An Chen Ze's masterpiece.

Seeing this, Wu Ze sat down in front of the case, laid out a new piece of paper, and wrote on it with a pen in a precise and dignified manner.

Qing Xun turned his head, then got up and walked around behind Wu Ze.

After Wu Ze finished writing, he looked up at Qing Xun, pointed to the two big characters on it triumphantly, and said, "The best thing I wrote is my name."

Qing Xun looked at the two characters "Ze" on it, frowned slightly, and his right arm seemed to tremble unconsciously.

Qing Xun sat down behind Wu Ze, stretched out his arms to embrace her, put his hand on top of Wu Ze's writing hand, and slowly wrote on the paper.

Wu Ze's heart was beating so hard that she couldn't hold the pen anymore.

"When writing, the heart must be calm."

The air is like the orchids in the empty valley, gently brushing past the ears, Wu Ze lowered his eyes, his hands moved obediently with his hands, but he had no time to care about the words written on the paper.

This feeling... Back then, Lan Feng also taught herself to write like this, and the first character she taught was her own name.

Wu Ze's gaze followed the pen holder and slowly fell to the paper.

When the word "Ze" was written more than halfway, Wu Ze froze.

Qing Xun stopped writing, and looked sideways at the apprentice in front of him.

Suddenly, Wu Ze pushed Qing Xun away and ran to the door.

What's wrong with this? !

For the first time in the past few hundred years, I was pushed a big somersault by someone, and it was my apprentice!

Qing Xun paid attention, listening to the footsteps, it was heading towards the back garden.

Get up and push the window, my crazy apprentice is squatting in the garden at this moment.Qing Xun looked at her somewhat lonely back, then glanced back, and saw the word "Ze Ze" written on the paper.

It seems that she is thinking of that person named Lan Feng again.Qing Xun felt depressed for a while, raised his hand and closed the window again.

Wu Ze squatted in the garden, staring at the snow lotus in front of him, staring for a while, as if he had a bloody feud with it.

Him, is that him?That writing, that trend, are exactly the same.Wu Ze's heart was in turmoil.Perhaps, it wasn't the reincarnation at all, but Lan Feng himself, it's just that it's been too long, he forgot about himself.

Could it be?Back then, he went up the mountain to practice Taoism?But the age doesn't match.Wu Ze shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself down.

After a long time without seeing any movement, Qing Xun raised his hand and walked towards the window again. After a little thought, he simply passed through the window and stood outside the fence behind Wu Ze.

"Are you thinking of your friend again?"

Wu Ze's back stiffened, he turned around and stood up, staring at Qing Xun in a daze.

Qing Xun said coldly: "If you look again, I won't be him."

Before Wu Ze came back to his senses, Qing Xun flung his sleeves and left.

Wu Ze didn't go to Qingxun's room, but stood in the garden for a while, then walked to his room.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint sound of the piano came from outside the hall.With a thought, Wu Ze stretched out his hand to grab the bed, and hurriedly ran out of the hall.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Qing Xun, who was sitting on the rock on the right side of Tianyi Pavilion in the snow, did not stop playing the piano.

The sound of the piano was like a gentle stream, calm and calm.Wu Ze felt a sense of loss, and tightly clenched the copper flute in his hand.

At the end of the song, Qing Xun stared at the strings for a while, and was about to turn around when he heard the melodious flute sound behind him.

The sound of the flute is melodious and ethereal. It sounds like people are in the cool mountains in midsummer.

Qing Xun was slightly surprised, he never thought that his messy apprentice could be so handsome.

But just when Qing Xun was intoxicated, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

"Why didn't you blow it down?"

There was a trace of expectation in Wu Ze's eyes: "Master, have you heard this song before?"

Qing Xun shook his head: "No, I didn't expect you to be proficient in rhythm, why didn't you finish playing it?"

Wu Ze lowered his eyes sadly: "I only learned this..."

well!not him……

This song was written by Lan Feng when he was under the maple tree. He even gave it a beautiful name, "Fengze Song". Unfortunately, before he finished learning it, he parted... …

Wu Ze strengthened his energy and walked towards the rock.With a glance, she was attracted by the guqin on Qingxun's lap.

She leaned against Qing Xun, then sat down, and asked curiously: "This guqin, is that the one that Master was holding when he defeated the demon king that day?"

"This qin is an ancient fairy qin named 'Qing Xin', which was passed down to you by your master." Qing Xun said, looking at the copper flute in Wu Ze's hand, "This copper flute..."

"Uh, someone gave it to me when I was a child for my birthday."

"Show it to the teacher."

Wu Ze paused slightly, and handed it over.

Qing Xun looked at the copper flute carefully, thinking secretly, who is that other person?Is it the person named Lan Feng?

"Master, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about what kind of magic weapon is more appropriate to pass on to you in the future."

Wu Ze hurriedly waved his hands beside him and said, "I don't want a magic weapon. Didn't the master say that it will cover the disciple? The master only needs to pass the sound transmission technique to the disciple. In the future, when the disciple meets If you encounter any danger, you will call out to Master, and when Master arrives, you will immediately save yourself from danger!"

"You have regarded the teacher as a dedicated bodyguard and bodyguard."

Wu Ze smiled stupidly, lowered his head to think, his eyes could not help but light up, and nodded hurriedly: "I have thought about it, Master should pass on a magic weapon to my disciples, if you don't encounter anything, you can always find Master Help."

Qing Xun cast a sideways glance at his extremely fickle apprentice.

Wu Ze felt shameless in his heart, and he could completely regard the magic weapon he gave as a token of love between the two.

"By the way, Master, when you fought the demon king that day, did you pass the sword in the hand of the senior sister to her?"

"When I was a teacher, I did pass down a fairy sword to your senior sister. However, as early as a hundred years ago, she passed it on to Qing Su. The ice sword she uses now was kissed by her after she became a fairy. The bitterly cold place in the extreme north was forged with the ten-thousand-year-old ice."

"Oh, so that's the case. Then Master, have you thought about what you want to teach your disciples?"

"According to your current laziness, it's still too early to learn how to control the sword. Why are you in such a hurry to get the magic weapon?"

Wu Ze laughed dryly twice.She was secretly conflicting in her heart, should she speed up her entry?If you learn how to control the sword, you can no longer sit on the clouds of the master.If you don't speed up your entry, you won't get the token of love.well!How can we think of a way to have both? It's really a waste of brains.

Qing Xun handed back the copper flute in his hand to Wu Ze, and then played the piano again.

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