The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 232 Three years have passed (1)

Time is like running water, passing by in a hurry.

Three years, but in the blink of an eye.

Fengwu Academy is still the same as before, the gate is lonely and no one is there, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and no one sweeps it.

Moyin Pavilion——

The girl's long black and smooth hair was only half tied with a plain wooden hairpin.

A palm-sized oval face, a pair of peach blossom eyes flowing with autumn water, and diamond-shaped lips that are pink and tender like flowers.

She was dressed in white and held a white jade flute in her hand, playing it leisurely.

Slim and graceful, with clear eyes.

This year, Feng Qingcheng was 14 years old.

"very good."

The mature woman in front of the girl was dressed in red, with a slight smile on her public face.

"The cold moon flute is your main weapon, and you and her must communicate with each other."

"How are you feeling now?"

Feng Qingcheng put away the flute in her hand, her peach blossom eyes flickered, her lips curled up slightly: "Aunt Le, it's very good."

The sound is as clear as a silver bell, like the sound of running water, clear and pleasant.

Le Ning nodded secretly, this little girl, she watched her grow into a slim young girl, from a beauty embryo to a graceful young girl.

Her Lengyue flute was given to her by her. At that time, she said to her: "This flute is my true love. I hope you can make the best use of her."

The current Feng Qingcheng has achieved this goal.

A fluffy little white ball bounced in from outside the Moyin Pavilion, jumped and jumped into Feng Qingcheng's arms.

Feng Qingcheng looked at Mengbao, feeling helpless and loving: "Mengbao, you stained my clothes, see how the master will deal with you when he comes back."

The little fur ball in his arms trembled, his big black eyes were wet, Meng Bao snorted his nose, and said to Feng Qingcheng through his spiritual sense: "He dares to clean up me... Humph! Be careful I will take you as my own." !"

"..." Feng Qingcheng was speechless, and gave Le Ning a sorry look.

Le Ning smiled indifferently: "Qingcheng, in a few days, Aunt Le will give you something."

"What?" The girl in white's peach blossom eyes were as bright as stars, and even the little fur ball in her arms were also bright.

Le Ning almost couldn't bear this person's offensive of cuteness, she said: "Let's talk in a few days", and fled in despair.

The cute baby in Feng Qingcheng's arms laughed uncontrollably.

"By the way, where's Xiaobing?"

As soon as Feng Qingcheng's words came out, Mengbao gave her a sad look: "Hmph! You care so much about that broken snake!"

"Don't hold grudges." The girl rubbed its head: "Do you know how kind Xiaobing is to me when you are not by my side?"

Mengbao drooped his ears, and said sourly: "I threw it to beat the spirit beast."

Taohua squinted habitually, which was quite dangerous: "What kind of spirit beast?"

"..." The little thought was exposed, Mengbao replied: "The one that matches your attributes... the flame phoenix..."

"Damn it!" The girl jumped up against the table, bursting out a swear word that didn't match her image, "Your sister let a one that runs on the ground fight the ones that fly in the sky, Xiaobing has not been tortured into flying!"

Mengbao shrank his head, and looked at Feng Qingcheng pitifully with his big black eyes.

Feng Qingcheng bulged her cheeks and gave it a hard look.

Then he summoned his spiritual power and flew out of Moyin Pavilion.

Not far away, Situ Qing, who was standing side by side with Hei Li, had deep starry eyes.

Thin lips are curved, his girl is about to grow up.

However, in a few days, he will leave too.

This year, Feng Qingcheng was 14 years old.

(End of this chapter)