alone mountain and river

In fact, he didn't even know the name of the other party, but he thought, what's the point, as long as she lowers her head and begs me, I'm willing to give her a chance, after all, there is still a place in the team...

Unexpectedly, the girl said: "Yes, here I come!" Then, she raised her head and shouted: "Feng Qinglang, I'm here to take refuge in you!"

Feng Qinglang, who was taking an afternoon nap on the second floor of the wooden house, had to struggle to get up, poked her head out of the window from the second floor, and said with a sleepy smile, "Hey, Beatrice, is there no team? Welcome!"

After saying that, he also took a look at Li Yulun who was standing on the top of the small pavilion, and the senior was also looking at him, his eyes definitely had nothing to do with friendliness.

Situ Weiyang exploded in anger, seeing a rare and beautiful girl in his life, who came to the door on her own initiative, had the opportunity to throw herself into her arms, who would have expected that the person she was looking for was not him, so forget it, that hateful Feng Qinglang, who did he think he was? Ah, I just agreed to join this chick, so where does that leave me as the spiritual leader of the team?

Seeing that Feng Qinglang had already gone downstairs, she welcomed Beatrice in and said with a smile, "It's so late to think of me?"

Beatrice also smiled and said: "I have met a few waves of people, and they are all boring guys. I think you are more interesting, so I will join you."

Situ Weiyang couldn't help thinking, you are a weak girl, it would be nice if someone took you in, how can I put it like joining someone else, it's someone else's honor, hum, I guess this idiot Feng Qinglang will give her a face.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglang would feel deeply honored: "It's so rewarding, thank you! Let's go upstairs to put our luggage, and we will go up and talk."

"..."

Situ Weiyang's anger level rose sharply again, Lao Tzu became airless, right?You really don't need my consent at all?

He turned his head and said to Nan Xinghun who was sleeping on the chair: "Xinghun, it doesn't seem too good for us to let people join so casually? That Feng Qinglang belongs to you, I see, are you giving him too much?" become free."

Sleeping Zhongnan Xinghun smiled, and didn't even bother to open his eyes: "It's okay, I believe Qingqing, since he agrees with others to join, then let that person join."

"I said Xinghun, what if I say I disagree?" Young Master Situ, who was full of anger, couldn't control his tone.

Nan Xinghun finally opened his eyes, looked at Situ Weiyang in amazement and said, "Situ, you don't want to split up because of such a trivial matter, do you?"

Unexpectedly, the other party went straight to the point, Situ Weiyang was immediately at a loss for words, and Situ Enquan beside him also hurriedly tugged at the corner of Master Situ's clothes.

Poor Young Master Situ could only hold back his anger, hummed twice, and said, "Of course not... Forget it, let's treat it as a good heart and help a helpless poor girl."

Nan Xinghun closed his eyes again, nodded with a smile, "That's right, if we think about it this way, we feel that our image has become more glorious."

Situ Weiyang didn't have the strength to reply anymore.

The second floor.

The cool wind was blowing, making the girl's hair curl beautifully. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air before smiling at Feng Qing: "The environment is good!"

She put the luggage on the side of the small hall, and said casually: "You really can bear it, the idiot in the opposite pavilion bullies you like this, if it was me, I would smash his nose right away."

Feng Qinglang responded with a wry smile: "Oh, the martial arts are superficial, so there's nothing I can do about it."

But Beatrice sat next to him and leaned closer and said, "Hey, don't hide it from me, you are a master!"

"This...how did you see it?"

Beatrice laughed and said: "Because you also pecked the magic steel stone with your finger, although you controlled the power when you touched the magic steel stone, you still left a little mark on the magic steel material. If I'm not wrong, you should have reached the True Martial Stage, or at least a True Martial Artist. It's really amazing, you still look so young... But, have you been seriously injured..."

While talking, Beatrice stopped suddenly, because Feng Qinglang was randomly drawing some magic pattern symbols, which seemed to be a small pattern of magic patterns that could block the sound.

Beatrice smiled wryly, "Hey, aren't you planning to kill me?"

Feng Qinglang laughed dumbfounded at this, and said: "Senior Li Yulun on the opposite side is listening to you, I don't want you to frighten him, so I set up a small magic pattern array..."

Beatrice smiled sweetly, patted her chest, looked terrified, and looked up at the opposite pavilion, and sure enough, Li and Lun looked a little confused, obviously wondering why the voice was interrupted?The eyes that turned around happened to meet Beatrice, and she quickly turned her head away with disdain on her face.

Beatrice's smile was even more joyful. She looked down at Feng Qinglang's casually arranging the magic pattern formation with a few strokes, and couldn't help praising: "The technique is very delicate, it must be from the ancient school."

Feng Qinglang said: "Hey, do you also understand magic patterns?"

Beatrice smiled wryly and shook her head: "I like magic patterns very much. I always feel that they can weave my own world by just turning them horizontally and vertically... It's a pity that I don't have talent, so my family let me transfer materials."

Feng Qinglang's heart moved. From this point of view, Beatrice's family is not simple. Regardless of magic pattern and material science, it is not possible to cultivate talents by simply spending money. A capable person is cultivated in this discipline.

He said: "I am born to be useful. You are far more talented than me in material science."

Beatrice immediately replied brightly, and proudly said: "Of course, I am definitely a master in material science!"

"By the way, why do you think I'm injured?" Feng Qinglang asked casually.

Beatrice said: "Sometimes people and materials are very similar. Complete materials and damaged materials feel completely different. People, too. Frankly speaking, it's just a feeling. Don't tell me, I guess wrong?"

After saying that, she looked at Feng Qinglang with burning eyes, and there was no trace of impurity in her clear eyes.

The fate between people is often very wonderful, and sometimes the sum of countless exchanges is often not as good as a certain in-depth conversation, or a certain casual conversation, Feng Qinglang is very keenly aware that Beatrice is Inadvertently, I handed him an olive branch of friendship.

He hesitated for a moment, met the opposite gaze calmly, smiled and said, "You guessed right."

Beatrice smiled immediately, her smile was brighter than ever before, as if a risky effort had paid off hugely, it was very subtle, but Feng Qinglang sensed it, he kept smiling, and met the other party's successful smile. Crescent-like eyes.

After the silent resonance, Beatrice regretted again: "It's a pity that you are not the material, otherwise I would have a way to repair you..."

Feng Qinglang coughed twice, and reminded: "You always compare me with the materials, I sound weird..."

"That's right." Beatrice nodded, and reminded her friendly, "However, even if you are injured, you may be able to walk sideways most of the time in Mingguang, but you must be careful of those old monsters in Luoyunhoushan. It is said that they are the real guardians of Mingguang, and their abilities are definitely above the real martial arts, Mingguang Academy, after all, was once a thousand-year-old famous school."

This time it was Feng Qinglang's turn to smile wryly. Beatrice was still very optimistic about his injury. How could a seriously injured patient like herself, who was sprinting towards the end of death every day, have the mood to be domineering?However, there are some old monsters in Mingguang. Nan Ling also mentioned it. He must be worried that he is young, impulsive, and will do whatever he wants...

From the window on the other side of the river, there was suddenly loud laughter. Looking sideways at both ends, it turned out that someone folded a paper boat and put candles on it. People are following suit one after another. For a time, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a large number of wishing ships set sail, reflecting each other with the afterglow of the setting sun.

The two looked in the same direction, and after staring blankly for a while, Beatrice suddenly said, "Feng Qinglang, the material of your glasses is very special."

Feng Qinglang shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile, "I'm beginning to believe that you are really a master of materials science."

Beatrice smiled and said, "I am! Well, you are obviously not fat, but you can always give people the illusion that you are fat, and when Li and Lun bumped into your glasses, your face seemed to shake After a while, I can’t even guess what it is, so I’m living up to my name as a master.”

While talking, she approached again without hesitation: "What do you look like after you get rid of the disguise?"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being stunned by that orchid-like breath, that beautiful face, and that seemingly innocent demeanor, but he quickly said solemnly: "Take off the disguise, I'm another More wretched fat."

Beatrice smiled and said, "That's a pity. If you are good-looking, then I might give you a chance."

Feng Qinglang touched the frame on the bridge of her nose, shook her head and said, "Don't try to trick me into taking off my glasses, it's useless to seduce me with beauty."

Beatrice puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction. She was so cute. For some reason, Feng Qinglang suddenly felt as if he remembered that dragon girl, Anu.

He sighed silently in his heart, and changed the subject: "Beatrice, I don't think you look like someone who came to Mingguang to study, do you?"

Beatrice nodded generously and admitted: "Let's put it this way...well, our clansmen have to travel around the world alone during the growing period, pay attention to doing what they want, and when they come here, they think it looks good, so they stay and have a look. When one day, you feel that there is no more nostalgia here, then continue on the road.”

Feng Qinglang's heart skipped a beat. This kind of experience seems to be extremely free and easy, but if the final goal of entering the world of mortals is to get rid of the world of mortals, then the mental journey is bound to be extremely difficult.

Beatrice also seemed to have guessed what Feng Qinglang was thinking, and said with a smile: "Just go with what happens, this girl never thinks so long-term, don't frown, don't pretend to be deep, and don't worry about me."

After saying this, she got up spontaneously, walked to one of the rooms on the second floor, and said, "I'm tired after a day, I'll sleep for a while. Call me after dinner, if there is any."

When she reached the door of the room, she stopped suddenly, turned her head and said with a sweet smile: "By the way, it's sunny! I noticed that there is always a stagnation in the depths of your eyes. According to material science, this is an unbalanced state. From a human point of view, this is an imbalance between yin and yang! I think you need a girl."

Even Feng Qinglang's heart skipped a beat with that intentionally seductive smile.

"Bang—" the door closed, and Beatrice's voice continued to come from behind the door: "But, I will lock the door!"

"..." In fact, he didn't even know the name of the other party, but he thought, what's the point, as long as she bows her head and begs me, I'm willing to give her a chance, after all, there is still a place in the team...

Unexpectedly, the girl said: "Yes, here I come!" Then, she raised her head and shouted: "Feng Qinglang, I'm here to take refuge in you!"

Feng Qinglang, who was taking an afternoon nap on the second floor of the wooden house, had to struggle to get up, poked her head out of the window from the second floor, and said with a sleepy smile, "Hey, Beatrice, is there no team? Welcome!"

After saying that, he also took a look at Li Yulun who was standing on the top of the small pavilion, and the senior was also looking at him, his eyes definitely had nothing to do with friendliness.

Situ Weiyang exploded in anger, seeing a rare and beautiful girl in his life, who came to the door on her own initiative, had the opportunity to throw herself into her arms, who would have expected that the person she was looking for was not him, so forget it, that hateful Feng Qinglang, who did he think he was? Ah, I just agreed to join this chick, so where does that leave me as the spiritual leader of the team?

Seeing that Feng Qinglang had already gone downstairs, she welcomed Beatrice in and said with a smile, "It's so late to think of me?"

Beatrice also smiled and said: "I have met a few waves of people, and they are all boring guys. I think you are more interesting, so I will join you."

Situ Weiyang couldn't help thinking, you are a weak girl, it would be nice if someone took you in, how can I put it like joining someone else, it's someone else's honor, hum, I guess this idiot Feng Qinglang will give her a face.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglang would feel deeply honored: "It's so rewarding, thank you! Let's go upstairs to put our luggage, and we will go up and talk."

"..."

Situ Weiyang's anger level rose sharply again, Lao Tzu became airless, right?You really don't need my consent at all?

He turned his head and said to Nan Xinghun who was sleeping on the chair: "Xinghun, it doesn't seem too good for us to let people join so casually? That Feng Qinglang belongs to you, I see, are you giving him too much?" become free."

Sleeping Zhongnan Xinghun smiled, and didn't even bother to open his eyes: "It's okay, I believe Qingqing, since he agrees with others to join, then let that person join."

"I said Xinghun, what if I say I disagree?" Young Master Situ, who was full of anger, couldn't control his tone.

Nan Xinghun finally opened his eyes, looked at Situ Weiyang in amazement and said, "Situ, you don't want to split up because of such a trivial matter, do you?"

Unexpectedly, the other party went straight to the point, Situ Weiyang was immediately at a loss for words, and Situ Enquan beside him also hurriedly tugged at the corner of Master Situ's clothes.

Poor Young Master Situ could only hold back his anger, hummed twice, and said, "Of course not... Forget it, let's treat it as a good heart and help a helpless poor girl."

Nan Xinghun closed his eyes again, nodded with a smile, "That's right, if we think about it this way, we feel that our image has become more glorious."

Situ Weiyang didn't have the strength to reply anymore.

The second floor.

The cool wind was blowing, making the girl's hair curl beautifully. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air before smiling at Feng Qing: "The environment is good!"

She put the luggage on the side of the small hall, and said casually: "You really can bear it, the idiot in the opposite pavilion bullies you like this, if it was me, I would smash his nose right away."

Feng Qinglang responded with a wry smile: "Oh, the martial arts are superficial, so there's nothing I can do about it."

But Beatrice sat next to him and leaned closer and said, "Hey, don't hide it from me, you are a master!"

"This...how did you see it?"

Beatrice laughed and said: "Because you also pecked the magic steel stone with your finger, although you controlled the power when you touched the magic steel stone, you still left a little mark on the magic steel material. If I'm not wrong, you should have reached the True Martial Stage, or at least a True Martial Artist. It's really amazing, you still look so young... But, have you been seriously injured..."

While talking, Beatrice stopped suddenly, because Feng Qinglang was randomly drawing some magic pattern symbols, which seemed to be a small pattern of magic patterns that could block the sound.

Beatrice smiled wryly, "Hey, aren't you planning to kill me?"

Feng Qinglang laughed dumbfounded at this, and said: "Senior Li Yulun on the opposite side is listening to you, I don't want you to frighten him, so I set up a small magic pattern array..."

Beatrice smiled sweetly, patted her chest, looked terrified, and looked up at the opposite pavilion, and sure enough, Li and Lun looked a little confused, obviously wondering why the voice was interrupted?The eyes that turned around happened to meet Beatrice, and she quickly turned her head away with disdain on her face.

Beatrice's smile was even more joyful. She looked down at Feng Qinglang's casually arranging the magic pattern formation with a few strokes, and couldn't help praising: "The technique is very delicate, it must be from the ancient school."

Feng Qinglang said: "Hey, do you also understand magic patterns?"

Beatrice smiled wryly and shook her head: "I like magic patterns very much. I always feel that they can weave my own world by just turning them horizontally and vertically... It's a pity that I don't have talent, so my family let me transfer materials."

Feng Qinglang's heart moved. From this point of view, Beatrice's family is not simple. Regardless of magic pattern and material science, it is not possible to cultivate talents by simply spending money. A capable person is cultivated in this discipline.

He said: "I am born to be useful. You are far more talented than me in material science."

Beatrice immediately replied brightly, and proudly said: "Of course, I am definitely a master in material science!"

"By the way, why do you think I'm injured?" Feng Qinglang asked casually.

Beatrice said: "Sometimes people and materials are very similar. Complete materials and damaged materials feel completely different. People, too. Frankly speaking, it's just a feeling. Don't tell me, I guess wrong?"

After saying that, she looked at Feng Qinglang with burning eyes, and there was no trace of impurity in her clear eyes.

The fate between people is often very wonderful, and sometimes the sum of countless exchanges is often not as good as a certain in-depth conversation, or a certain casual conversation, Feng Qinglang is very keenly aware that Beatrice is Inadvertently, I handed him an olive branch of friendship.

He hesitated for a moment, met the opposite gaze calmly, smiled and said, "You guessed right."

Beatrice smiled immediately, her smile was brighter than ever before, as if a risky effort had paid off hugely, it was very subtle, but Feng Qinglang sensed it, he kept smiling, and met the other party's successful smile. Crescent-like eyes.

After the silent resonance, Beatrice regretted again: "It's a pity that you are not the material, otherwise I would have a way to repair you..."

Feng Qinglang coughed twice, and reminded: "You always compare me with the materials, I sound weird..."

"That's right." Beatrice nodded, and reminded her friendly, "However, even if you are injured, you may be able to walk sideways most of the time in Mingguang, but you must be careful of those old monsters in Luoyunhoushan. It is said that they are the real guardians of Mingguang, and their abilities are definitely above the real martial arts, Mingguang Academy, after all, was once a thousand-year-old famous school."

This time it was Feng Qinglang's turn to smile wryly. Beatrice was still very optimistic about his injury. How could a seriously injured patient like herself, who was sprinting towards the end of death every day, have the mood to be domineering?However, there are some old monsters in Mingguang. Nan Ling also mentioned it. He must be worried that he is young, impulsive, and will do whatever he wants...

From the window on the other side of the river, there was suddenly loud laughter. Looking sideways at both ends, it turned out that someone folded a paper boat and put candles on it. People are following suit one after another. For a time, under the afterglow of the setting sun, a large number of wishing ships set sail, reflecting each other with the afterglow of the setting sun.

The two looked in the same direction, and after staring blankly for a while, Beatrice suddenly said, "Feng Qinglang, the material of your glasses is very special."

Feng Qinglang shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile, "I'm beginning to believe that you are really a master of materials science."

Beatrice smiled and said, "I am! Well, you are obviously not fat, but you can always give people the illusion that you are fat, and when Li and Lun bumped into your glasses, your face seemed to shake After a while, I can’t even guess what it is, so I’m living up to my name as a master.”

While talking, she approached again without hesitation: "What do you look like after you get rid of the disguise?"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being stunned by that orchid-like breath, that beautiful face, and that seemingly innocent demeanor, but he quickly said solemnly: "Take off the disguise, I'm another More wretched fat."

Beatrice smiled and said, "That's a pity. If you are good-looking, then I might give you a chance."

Feng Qinglang touched the frame on the bridge of her nose, shook her head and said, "Don't try to trick me into taking off my glasses, it's useless to seduce me with beauty."

Beatrice puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction. She was so cute. For some reason, Feng Qinglang suddenly felt as if he remembered that dragon girl, Anu.

He sighed silently in his heart, and changed the subject: "Beatrice, I don't think you look like someone who came to Mingguang to study, do you?"

Beatrice nodded generously and admitted: "Let's put it this way...well, our clansmen have to travel around the world alone during the growing period, pay attention to doing what they want, and when they come here, they think it looks good, so they stay and have a look. When one day, you feel that there is no more nostalgia here, then continue on the road.”

Feng Qinglang's heart skipped a beat. This kind of experience seems to be extremely free and easy, but if the final goal of entering the world of mortals is to get rid of the world of mortals, then the mental journey is bound to be extremely difficult.

Beatrice also seemed to have guessed what Feng Qinglang was thinking, and said with a smile: "Just go with what happens, this girl never thinks so long-term, don't frown, don't pretend to be deep, and don't worry about me."

After saying this, she got up spontaneously, walked to one of the rooms on the second floor, and said, "I'm tired after a day, I'll sleep for a while. Call me after dinner, if there is any."

When she reached the door of the room, she stopped suddenly, turned her head and said with a sweet smile: "By the way, it's sunny! I noticed that there is always a stagnation in the depths of your eyes. According to material science, this is an unbalanced state. From a human point of view, this is an imbalance between yin and yang! I think you need a girl."

Even Feng Qinglang's heart skipped a beat with that intentionally seductive smile.

"Bang—" the door closed, and Beatrice's voice continued to come from behind the door: "But, I will lock the door!"

"..."