Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 618 I'm not, I'm not

After drinking a glass of wine, Xi Lan almost had contempt written on his face, as if I was really mistaken, I didn't expect him to be this kind of person.

Sitting on both sides of the low table, Ye Lin and Sha Ying, who happened to be looking at each other, looked at each other, and could only muffle their heads in agreement.

When Xi Lan was young, he was also a handsome and unrestrained prodigal son. He was strong and handsome, and many ladies and ladies had a good impression of him.

However, he is too chic, and he is also very talkative and addicted to alcohol, no matter how much a girl admires him, her expectations will be flattened.

Xi Lan drank a lot of wine and shook her head: "Hey, back then, I was also a handsome Su Nan..."

He seemed to be sighing in the past, looking back on the past, Sha Ying's face darkened and he nodded sullenly to eat, and the master was about to start nagging again, and it probably wouldn't end in an hour.

On the contrary, Ye Lin realized that Xi Lan has the ability to travel through time and space, he can reach the former mourning cave and see himself in the past.

The time span of ten long years, this feeling of watching himself with his own eyes, probably has a past that he can only comprehend.

Xi Lan, who was slowly gaining strength from wine, began to trace the past, starting from her first experience, and then traveling around the mainland.

Obviously it is a diary-like memory of the past, which is actually quite interesting, but when he said it out of his mouth, it made people confused.

Ye Lin and Sha Ying shrugged their shoulders together, and then began to enthusiastically persuade Xi Lan to drink, brimming with praise, and let him drink half a bottle of wine.

Bang!

Xi Lan slammed her head down on the table, snoring loudly, the world was finally quiet.

After eating, Sha Ying put down his chopsticks, looked out of the window quietly, and said, "Listen, the whistling of the cold wind is like the howling of an evil spirit, it's really chilling."

"Damn it, you're still afraid of crying when you're a ghost yourself?" Ye Lin dismissed him and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

But Sha Ying nodded and smiled, then silently stared at the wooden door of the dojo, his expression slowly lost in thought.

"I said~" Ye Lin blinked, a little surprised: "You won't feel bad because you lost to Aisha, will you?"

Aisha understands the power of the storm, her punch can shake the earth, all the fluctuations in the air are her extra arms, and the extreme hand can hit the enemy's vital point at the very moment.

She has always been in a state of suppression of Sha Ying, who has been relying on the second ghost.

"A little..."

Sha Ying readily admitted that losing to a woman in two seconds was a serious blow to his self-esteem.

"Then you have to be stronger, not only to control the ghosts and gods, but also to control the darkness, and become the ruler of the darkness!" Ye Lin said with enthusiasm, which made Sha Ying's eyes reveal anticipation and yearning, but his words changed immediately, solemnly Said: "Of course, before you become the Dark Lord, get your master out of the house first."

It was extremely cold at night in Su Nan, and if the drunk Xi Lan was not taken care of, she would have to be buried by a professional team early the next morning.

Sha Ying picked up the drunken Xi Lan and nodded helplessly: "Then I won't greet you, and close the door when you leave."

"Okay okay."

After the master and apprentice left, Ye Lin looked at the messy cups and plates on a table, and used magic to clean it up casually, then wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and was about to open the door and leave.

"Sir, are you leaving Su Nan?"

Suddenly there was a faint sound from behind, Ye Lin paused as he was about to open the door, and turned around in surprise, behind a pillar as thick and thin as a single person's arms, stood a woman with an alluring posture.

The thick blue one-piece pajamas couldn't hide her graceful figure, her plain face was elegant, and her hair was untied, which was simply tied up and scattered on one side of her shoulders.

Although she was holding an ink painting fan, it could be seen from her clothes that she should have fallen asleep, only to be awakened by the noise outside.

"It's cold here, you'll catch cold easily if you only wear pajamas."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, he glanced at the low table with some embarrassment. There was still a third of the bottle of wine he brought, so he didn't pack it up and left it for Xi Lan.

"Thank you for your concern, but it is filled with cotton, but sir, you haven't answered my question yet." Nuo Yu took a step closer, out of the shadow of the pillar, her beautiful body bathed in the dim moonlight, hazy but full of Kindness.

"The people around you are like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow." Ye Lin praised softly, then nodded and said: "The matter of Xuzu is over, probably the day after tomorrow."

Nuo Yu had already found the flagon on the low table, and a look of helplessness appeared on her eyebrows, but she was not a person who didn't know how to be funny, and it didn't hurt to have a few drinks when there were guests.

But just now Yelin's praise poem made her secretly happy and a little shy.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"Lou can also refer to wine. You see, you happen to be bathing in the moonlight, and there is wine beside you. It is a beautiful place. Also, don't call me Mr...."

Ye Lin touched his nose and was a little ashamed. Nuo Yu's poetry and painting skills are the best of his ancestors. He can only use the unique talents left by his predecessors to rival the competition.

"Learning has no age, and those who have achieved it first, you are really humble."

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Nuo Yu seemed to recognize him as a master of poetry, and his tone of voice was still very respectful.

"I didn't, I wasn't..."

Ye Lin was still about to refute, but it happened that there was a gust of cold wind blowing outside the dojo, whistling and whimpering, and the temperature seemed to drop by three points out of nowhere.

"It's cold in the dojo hall, why don't you move around and chat for a while, Nuo Yu has good tea in his possession."

Ye Lin cupped his hands: "That's really... bothering you."

Walking through the dojo hall, there is a long indoor corridor at the back, with a dozen or so rooms lined up on both sides. These were originally the places where Xilan planned to live for the students when he opened the dojo.

But Xi Lan herself never thought that these bedrooms are rarely used, and instead become utility rooms one by one.

The back door of the dojo leads to two small open-air yards, separated by a stone wall in the middle, and there are two houses in each yard.

"The courtyard on the left belongs to Master, and the courtyard on the right belongs to me. One is a bedroom and the other is a study."

Nuo Yusu pushed open the unlocked door. There was a well in the yard, and beside the well was a tea tree as tall as a person, with straw and cotton cloth tied to its branches to keep warm.

"The well water is sweet, and the tea tree is fragrant, but Xuzu's temperature is low, and now the leaves are all falling off."

Seeing this, Nuo Yu sighed, she is a tea lover, her taste for tea is comparable to that of Xilan's alcoholism, she put a lot of effort into this tea tree, and the royal family is full of praise for the leaves it produces.

"Sir, enter the room and sit slowly, allow Nuoyu to make a pot of good tea, and then discuss the poems."

There was an extinguished small stove beside the well. Nuo Yu took the well water with a bucket, and picked off a few leaves from the tea tree. The well water was warm, and she washed it clean with her bare hands.

She has no stock of roasted tea leaves, but fresh tea leaves can taste a little clear.

Nuo Yu's boudoir is small in size, and the furnishings are extremely simple and clear, a bed with an embroidered quilt, a wardrobe, a tea table and a few round stools.

There is a clear round mirror inlaid on the wardrobe, other than that, there are no cosmetics on the dressing table.

Ye Lin saw Nuo Yu's pillow at a glance, there was a thin booklet, although the paper was exquisite but there was no cover, it was the collection of poems he gave to her a long time ago.

"The humble house is so simple, it makes you laugh."

Nuo Yu came over with a small teapot, skillfully and naturally poured two cups of hot tea, the tea was light green and fragrant.

"There are no strings and bamboos to mess around, and no official documents to burden you. How can there be such a thing?"

After Ye Lin finished speaking, she was secretly ashamed, Nuo Yu is a woman with magical charm, her natural and elegant posture, as if she walked out of a calligraphy and painting, can make vulgar people feel inferior and evil people belittle themselves.

"Mr. Gaocai!"

"Don't, don't, I'm just a commoner, I can't be called a teacher of elegance."

He can treat Hiate and the others so unscrupulously that he is chased for three streets, and he can do whatever he wants with fat thighs, but when facing Nuo Yu, he can't help but be upright and upright, turning himself into a modest gentleman.

"You are self-effacing. The ability to learn is not limited to poetry, poetry, or conversation. Only by governing the country and the people can you test a person's true talent and learning."

Nuo Yu lightly picked up the teacup with her snow-like jade hand, smiled and gestured a little, while holding her cuff with the other hand, she sipped the tea lightly.

Ye Lin suddenly understood that the other party didn't mind who wrote those beautiful poems, but praised him for helping Xu Zu from the side.

"Haha, maybe I still don't regard myself as a nobleman after all, so I can understand what the citizens really need... good tea!"

Gently putting down the folding fan, Nuo Yu got up and walked to the side of the bed, then bent down to get the book of poems, with graceful lotus steps, unaware that the fat under the pajamas was sticking out.

Ye Lin, whose eyes were accidentally drawn, hastily lowered his head to drink tea, feeling guilty in his heart.

"The collection of poems you gave me, Nuo Yu couldn't put it down, and never left his pillow, but some words and sentences were hard to understand..."

Her faintly ashamed expression seemed to be a remorse for her lack of knowledge and a desire for real answers.

(End of this chapter)