At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

The night is like ink, this is Luo Qian and Su Yingmo's first night in Chang'an City.

The back kitchen was full of smoke, the firewood was burning, and Su Yingmo hummed a little song like a fairy, busy in a smoky fire.

If this scene is seen by the people of her family, they are afraid that their jaws will be shocked to the ground, which is like the mythical fairy in the sky falling to the mortal world and marrying a peasant woman.

Su Yingmo didn't think so, watching Luo Qian and Yiyi eat the food she cooked, revealing a look of enjoyment, she had a sense of satisfaction in her heart that was about to overflow.

In the courtyard, the branches of the old locust tree were rustled by the wind, and the talisman seals full of trees were still clinging to each other, as if they were wearing a dark yellow robe.

In the shadows sheltered by locust leaves, a large white ball is cating, two wings covering the front, only revealing a little slit, her eyes staring out of the wall through the gap, as if as soon as something appears, she will rush out like a falcon and teach it a hard lesson.

Luo Qian, on the other hand, is cleaning up two east wing rooms, and tonight he plans to sleep alone with Su Yingmo.

As for Yiyi, it is enough to sleep with him and make a bunk, and if you clean up another room, it is a bit troublesome.

Luo Qian took the newly bought futon and laid it neatly on the bed, and suddenly, his hand fell, and he felt that something was wrong.

In fact...... You can only clean up one room, after all, at this moment, they are no longer the pure master-apprentice relationship they used to be.

Luo Qian, Luo Qian, why are you so unenlightened!

After finishing laying the futon, Luo Qian went to the door again and hung up the plaque made today.

Qianmo Small Courtyard.

The handwriting is beautiful, the opening and closing are elegant, even people who do not understand calligraphy only feel pleasing to the eye, this is the word inscribed by Su Yingmo.

Originally, Luo Qian wanted to inscribe, but somehow he provoked Su Yingmo, and was laughed at by him, saying that he sprinkled a handful of rice on the paper, and the chicken wrote better than you.

Damn, I have to find an opportunity to take the right husband... Ah no, with the principle of the right teacher, he must clean up the obedience of this rebellious apprentice. Luo Qian clenched his fists and thought in his heart.

[Ding, mission accomplished.] 【

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a realm simulation card. 【

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the upper volume of the moonbook.】 The

electronic sound of the system suddenly sounded, still cold and cold, without the slightest emotion.

Luo Qian's gaze swept over one by one, and finally stopped at the two words of the moon book.

Then he got information about the moonbook.

[Moon Book: The sun rises and the moon sets, it seems that since ancient times, no one knows when the moon appeared, it is quiet and mysterious, covered with a veil that cannot be peeped at by mortals. It is the oldest deity, and ancient practitioners prayed for strength to it, and it also responded. Later they recorded the way in which they were blessed by the moon, the Book of the Moon. Looking

at this long series of moonbook introductions, Luo Qian's body shook, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Did the system know that he had obtained the authority fragment of the moon and deliberately gave him the moon book?

"Master, Yiyi, it's time for dinner!"

At this moment, Su Yingmo's voice came.

Luo Qian locked the gate and walked towards the main house, which was used as a place to eat.

The big white dango on the tree also heard the sound and flapped its wings happily.

The dinner was very rich, Su Yingmo made many dishes, one person and one bird did it quickly, and after a while, the dining table was swept away.

The girl on the side took a small bite of the rice in the bowl, and looked at the two who had eaten with joy.

After the meal, the two chatted for a while, and the girl talked about some interesting things she saw on the street, such as seeing a very poor grandmother, two stray dogs fighting, and a profiteer who wanted to pit her but was recognized by her at a glance...

Most things, Luo Qian was by Su Yingmo's side, and naturally saw it, but listening to the girl say it again at this moment was a different experience.

It's a bit like pulling parents short, and it's quite warm. Luo Qian smiled and inexplicably thought of this metaphor.

He listened quietly, occasionally interjecting two sentences, the same is true of the big white bird, she will be sad for the grandma who can't walk but still has to come out to sell vegetables, and when she hears Su Yingmo's profiteers, she will also help Su Yingmo scold him as an inappropriate person.

The cold wind whistles, the moon dissolves, and the locust branches dance.

An hour later, Luo Qian took a shower and then went back to his room.

The great white bird had fallen asleep on the floor at this time, and for her, it was not important where to sleep, what was important was to have a soft pillow so that she could perform pillow sleep.

Luo Qian closed the door and window, lay on the bed, and took out the moon book.

After a cursory glance, Luo Qian probably knew that the upper volume of this moon book was not what he thought, and had nothing to do with the authority of the moon, but used the moon to temper the divine soul.

After memorizing the above content, Luo Qian opened the window, let the moonlight in, and began to temper his soul.

Yuehua was condensed into wisps of essence, constantly entering Luo Qian's body and melting into the divine soul.

This process was extremely painful, and Luo Qian felt like countless steel needles were fiercely piercing his soul, which was a stinging pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

Half an hour later, Luo Qian stopped, he felt that his divine soul had been tempered to the limit, and he had to completely absorb those moon flowers before he could continue to temper.

Luo Qian did not greedy for merit, lay down, closed his eyes, and prepared to cultivate the White Tibetan Sutra in his sleep.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed at the door, and then with a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

Luo Qian closed his eyes and covered the quilt before the black shadow came in.

There was a crackling sound in the room, and the black shadow deliberately pressed the footsteps to touch the side of the bed.

Then, Luo Qian's futon lifted a corner.

"Apprentice, what are you doing for the master's room so late?"

Feeling the movement of the black shadow, Luo Qian could no longer pretend to sleep, turned around, and asked softly.

Seeing that the black shadow was discovered, he simply pulled the quilt away and got into it.

"The cold night is long, and the apprentice is afraid that the master will freeze his body, so he specially came to take a look."

The silver moon outside the window seemed to be brighter, and Luo Qian could see the beautiful face that was close to him through the moonlight.

The girl's breath is like a lan, her delicate body like water is pasted up, her little hands are constantly moving, and one leg is hooked to his leg, transmitting a soft and warm touch, constantly grinding his mind.

"I don't believe in the teacher." Luo Qian tried his best to maintain his last sobriety.

"Then the apprentice will tell the truth."

The next moment, the girl's cheek came over, gently biting his ear, and the heat hit his face, with a girl's unique fragrance.

"Tonight, the apprentice wants to bully the weak master~"

After the girl finished speaking, Luo Qian's lips were blocked.

"Wait, wait, Yiyi..."

After a long time, Luo Qian got a respite and quickly said.

"Oh, the apprentice got it."

"Wha-" The

door opened, and a crimson spiritual force dragged the futon on the ground and the big white ball sleeping on it and flew out, entering the room that should have belonged to the girl.

"But..." Luo

Qian still wanted to say something, but the girl grabbed his life.

"Hmph, Master Venerable can really pretend, just now he was crooked, and now he is positive."

"I didn't..."

Luo Qian wanted to defend two words, and the girl had already rolled over and rode up.

..........

The silver moon did not know when it was hidden in the sea of clouds, but the cold wind was even more fierce, whistling, and the old locust trees in the courtyard were messy in the wind, and the branches were broken.

Not long after, there was a humming cry in the house.

...........

The night is quiet.

The girl clings weakly to Luo Qian, her head resting on his arm, looking at the ceiling with satisfaction.

"Master County, but that's it."

The girl said coquettishly, forgetting what shy words she had said when her head was dizzy just now.

Luo

Qian had long been accustomed to being a dish and fun, and he didn't admit the apprentice of his dish, and didn't say anything.

The long night was long, and the girl soon fell asleep.