Chapter 223 Dimple

(It is recommended that you eat this chapter with the song. This chapter is very short. After thinking about it for a long time, I can only stop there, because I like it like that. Tsk tsk, the way I am striving for perfection is really good. It’s just that I made a mistake in the chapter yesterday. Jing Jiu saw Luo Huainan more than once, but I’m too lazy to change it. Let’s just leave it at that.)

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"What does little uncle look like?"

"The best looking."

"Did the little uncle teach here like we did back then?"

"A class? Did you see that cliff hole opposite? He was lying there all day long, and his classmates laughed at him for being lazy. How could he know that he was raising his sword with his mind!"

"Don't the teachers punish him if he doesn't attend class?"

Speaking of this, the sword washing disciples suddenly woke up, they were not chatting in the cliff cave, but were in class.

They hurriedly left the window and sat back to their seats, apprehensive, for fear of being punished by the immortal teacher.

This class is about the theory of the beginning of the sword, and the teacher's surname is Lu.

Contrary to disciple Xianjian's expectation, Lu Xianshi did not get angry, and said with a smile: "If you want to see it, go to the stream to see it, how can you see it clearly from here?"

The disciples couldn't believe their ears, they looked at each other several times, confirmed that the immortal master really said so, cheered, saluted hurriedly and ran out.

Master Lu Xian went to the window, looked at the sword boat in the sky, stroked his beard lightly, and showed a gratified smile on his face.

He, who had a bleak prospect of practicing Taoism, was recalled to Jiufeng to practice again because of his experience at Nansong Pavilion.

Four years ago, he finally succeeded in breaking through, and now he is teaching at Xijiange.

How could he not be relieved to see the former student who has become Qingshan's pride?

Similar pictures kept appearing in other places of Xijiange.

When Lin Wuzhi walked out of the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms, he saw Uncle Meili of Qingrong Peak and bowed his hands in salute.

Cheers suddenly came from the bank of the stream. The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. They were very emotional and quickened their pace.

The lazy boy from twelve years ago, now he has come back with such strength.

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There used to be a cliff by the Xijian River. Later, when the three-foot sword of Shangde Peak suppressed the former peak master of Bihu Peak, it ground that cliff into flat ground.

Later, at the request of Shiyue Peak and after discussion and consent of the peaks, this cliff was transformed into Jianzhouwu.

The sword boat fell slowly, casting a huge shadow on Xijianxi, and the water of the stream suddenly rustled.

There are people everywhere by the creek.

Lin Wuzhi, Yao Songshan, Lei Yijing, dozens of third-generation Qingshan disciples, and many Xijian disciples saluted in unison: "Welcome little uncle back to the mountain!"

This voice echoed in the valley like thunder, attracting countless apes to respond.

Standing behind Jing Jiu, Gu Qing smiled and thought, Master, do you still dislike too much noise?

The young man surnamed Yuan blushed, feeling proud, and waved vigorously at Junior Sister Yushan in the crowd.

"Okay." Fang Jingtian said with a smile: "The head master is still waiting for Junior Brother Jing at Tianguang Peak."

Jing Jiu didn't want to go to Tianguang Peak, and was thinking of some reason to refuse, when he suddenly sensed something, and turned to look at an extremely lonely mountain deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

Whoosh!

The sword bracelet left his wrist, turned back to the Firth sword body, turned into a bright red light, and headed there.

Looking at this scene, Fang Jingtian's smile gradually disappeared.

The Qingshan disciples by the stream were very surprised.

Lin Wuzhi and Meili looked at each other, seeing the surprise and joy in each other's eyes.

For hundreds of years, the youngest You Yejing of the Qingshan Sect finally appeared!

Jing Jiu didn't speak to Fang Jingtian any more, he stood up with his sword, and Gu Qing and the boy surnamed Yuan hurriedly followed.

Naturally, they would not go to Tianguang Peak at such a time.

Compared with this matter, what is the head summoning?

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The wind is everywhere in Shenmo Peak.

The woods were blown loudly, and the green leaves kept falling, but they couldn't cover up the screams of the apes.

The scream of the ape was very shrill, but it was not a warning, nor was it a fear, but an extreme joy.

The door of the hut in the woods was not closed, and was blown by the strong wind, closing and opening repeatedly, making a crackling sound.

There is a ban on the temple building at the top of the peak, so there is no such situation, but the leaves are still dancing, and there is dust everywhere.

A muffled sound suddenly came from the depths of the cave, and the restriction was lifted.

A stream of smoke sprayed out from inside, looking like a yellow dragon.

After a while, Zhao Layue came out of the cave.

She was unkempt, with dust all over her clothes, she looked very embarrassed, but her eyes were clear.

Her eyes became more black and white, and when she looked directly at it, it seemed as if the dawn had passed, and a swipe of Ling Ran's sword intent naturally appeared, and then faded away.

She walked to the edge of the cliff, saw the red light that pierced through the sky, and naturally reached out to take it.

Looking at the Forsi sword in her hand, she was slightly startled, wondering what was going on?

"Why is it such a mess again?"

A voice sounded.

Jing Jiu's sword fell down.

Zhao Layue looked at him quietly, and suddenly asked, "Jianfeng?"

Jing Jiu didn't know why she asked this, and said, "Zuo Yi."

Zhao Layue was sure it was true, so she smiled.

The pear vortex reappears.

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Gu Qing and the boy surnamed Yuan landed on the peak.

Looking at the picture in front of him, the boy surnamed Yuan was stunned, and asked, "Master...have dimples?"

Gu Qing said: "Yes, when Master arranged flowers for her at Meihui, at least hundreds of people saw it."

The boy surnamed Yuan said in shock: "I've never seen it before... Hey, why did Master go back? Does she want to retreat again just after Master Shu came back?"

Jing Jiu didn't know why Zhao Layue suddenly turned around and went back to the cave.

Don't think about things you don't understand.

Looking at the familiar scenery on the top of the peak, feeling the warm spring breeze, he felt that this place was indeed more suitable for sleepiness than the bitter cold snow cave.

At least the bamboo chair won't be too hard from the cold.

intentional movement.

That bamboo chair appeared on the edge of the cliff where it stayed most often.

The ground there even has six depressions.

Jing Jiu lay down on it and hummed.

Gu Qing knew that this was the sound that Master would only make when he was extremely comfortable, just like the long sigh of an ordinary person.

The boy surnamed Yuan suddenly shouted: "Master, are you back?"

Zhao Layue came out of the cave, her hair was wet with water dripping from the ends, and she also changed into clean clothes.

Lu Qing was very impressed, but also a little worried, taking a bath so quickly, it really didn't look like a girl's house.

Zhao Layue walked to the bamboo chair, motioned Jing Jiu to move her legs, and then sat down.

Jing Jiu took out the yin wood comb and began to comb her hair.

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