It’s not his turn to think about Qingyin, and then he added, "This peak is unusual for ordinary people to do naturally, so it’s natural to pay a very high price … Well, you are very clever and strong, and you don’t have to say these facts."
Li Jue was dumb. Of course, he wouldn’t think that Qingyin was talking nonsense. If Qingyin really wanted to talk about it, he would listen to it here for a generation.
However, every word of Qingyin revolves around him, but there seems to be a hidden thread running through it. This is like a long steel wire winding around and around, which gradually makes him unable to move. What’s even more strange is that he knows this danger and is addicted to China and France.
This is like soaking in mellow wine, when the sky is dizzy and blurred, the world can understand the eyes and get unrestrained pleasure.
He is drunk now, listening to Qingyin in intoxication and saying, "How many times have we met?"
"Four times!" Li Jue blurted out and touched Qingyin with rich eyes. Although what he said was true, his heart felt more guilty than before.
Qing Yin’s eyes finally moved to her way, "I think every time you meet four times, you talk less and less, so you have to take these boring words to make up …"
Li Jue was dazed, and then he suddenly blushed.
He never thought that Qingyin would talk to him in such a tone, and her words meant something … No, it’s impossible!
Boiling blood gas made his head dizzy, and only a little sanity gave a sharp warning. Stop! Don’t even think about going!
He struggled to set his eyes on his face and wanted to get something that could be used as a reference, whether it was encouragement or blow!
Unfortunately, however, Qingyin’s mental training is all about taking advantage of the ripples in his face, except to bring him more anger and guilt, and Li Xun can’t get valuable information
At this time, even though there are thousands of words in his heart, he can’t spit out a word in his chest
For a moment he was so anxious that he wanted to cry.
Then he saw that Qing Yin made a gesture as if to let him sit down, and at the same time, Qing Yin had gently gathered her skirt and sat gracefully and freely by the stream. Li Jue hesitated for a little while, and his younger brother knelt aside to serve the teachers’ etiquette.
However, he heard Qingyin say, "Sit closer!"
Li Jue’s mind was hot again, but he didn’t get dizzy yet. He took a deep breath and quickly glanced at Qing Yin’s face, and then he moved forward carefully without considering that the mud by the stream rubbed his clothes.
He saw Qing Yin stretching out a hand. This movement is familiar. Li Jue just looked at it. Her fingers were glittering and translucent. It seemed that there was a magic force that would fall into his soul.
A moment later, Qing Yin caressed his face, and Li Xun’s brain exploded on the spot. Compared with him, he felt that his face temperature was almost ready to burn, and this knowledge further increased his face temperature.
Maybe it’s because it’s too hot that his face feels a little itchy, but it’s nothing. He wants to exhale the sultry and turbid air in his chest, but he’s afraid that the distance is too rude to hold back.
He was afraid to look at Qingyin’s expression, vaguely thinking that this scene seemed to have happened before …
This kind of contact seems to last for a long time, and it seems to be a short moment, which is as absurd and confusing as a dream. Li Jue feels that the cold finger has left his cheek, but in a trance, he feels that his skin temperature has adhered to the fingertip.
Until this time, he didn’t dare to look up at Qingyin’s face, but he just saw that her lips had just erased the radian, but even so, he could feel that Qingyin’s mood was just different again ── it seemed better.
Although I don’t know what the reason is, Li Xun is still happy to see this.
He tried to keep his face belonging to the younger generation, pretending that nothing had happened just now, and distanced himself from Qingyin again, but this series of movements did not show any sign of Qingyin.
Li Xun was surprised and couldn’t help asking, "Master Qing Yin Xian?"
"Do you know the melody?"
This is a very abrupt question. Just now, the atmosphere is far away.
It’s rare that Li Xun can react. He really wants to say "understand", but he can shake his head because he didn’t have the courage to promise to learn the green fingering when he was a child.
Qingyin doesn’t seem to care that her eyes are flowing and she seems to have a high-spirited taste. "Would you like to learn?"
"Ah?" Li Xun didn’t expect this situation to be stupefied for a long time before he nodded mywood.
It is surprising that there is no excitement in his heart to get along with Qing Yin, but it is gradually covered with a layer of ice. He looks at Qing Yin’s face and involuntarily reaches out and caresses his face.
When the time was wrong, he looked over Qingyin’s shoulder and looked at the hazy green in the distance.
There was a scene outside the smoke barrier, and today it’s waiting for a similar trance to come, and the slight itching hasn’t disappeared yet …
The temperature of his face and palms is falling rapidly, and his heart is contracting into a ball at this moment.
Chapter III Distance
When Zuowangfeng was covered with the fur of birds and animals in autumn and gradually changed, autumn was over, and Li Xun had spent another "March time" sitting on Zuowangfeng.
As early as 20 days ago, Zhong Yin announced that his method of "activating the collaterals and connecting the heart" had been completed, and Li Xun, the method of the sword Sect of the heart, was also obstructed when he was running.
However, he didn’t stray from his intention and no one went to catch him.
In addition to practicing every day, I ask Qingyin for advice on music theory and temperament. One third of Qingyin stays together for twelve hours a day.
It was a wonderful experience. His reason and feelings seemed to split into two pieces that didn’t interfere with each other. He learned to sing songs, smiled every time, and his heart beat faster, and he blushed at every casual touch, and he felt dejected at every point of alienation.
At the same time, however, he laughs at, curses, suspects and complains all the time. He hates himself for being "smart" and complains about being sober at that moment-if that is someone’s elaborate dream, don’t wake up!
Even now he lingers in dreams and waking.
This night, Li Jue-ching at Linyuantai accompanied her in the stands for years.
Linyuantaifeng Qian Qian Wanshitai is no different, but this cloud on its surface is very famous.
This place stretches straight for fifty-four Wan Li, which means that you can reach the peak without any obstacles from here.
Qing Yin has been in a good mood in recent days, and so is tonight. The two of them first said some questions about music theory, and somehow the topic moved to this cloudless sky.
Qing Yin held out his hand to find out how much cloud gas he brought back in the transpiration fog. "Do you know that if you don’t resist the gas from here, you will be destroyed when you land?"
Li Jue winked at the thought of this long falling process of 54th Wan Li, and naturally he nodded.
Qing Yin added, "It’s still rare for a monk with profound skills to make it to Wan Li if he changes the pressure from dozens of miles away."