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In the past, although this stone was like a pool of water, it was still stagnant water. At this time, Cheng Qian felt that the light and shadow inside it changed, as if it was moving.
Yan Zhengming heard the words, took out a small bottle from his arms, squeezed a few drops of grass juice-like water from it, spread it flat on the stone surface, and quickly condensed into a square-inch water film.
Looking through the water film, the texture of the stone seems to be magnified countless times, and the delicate stone can be clearly seen.
Cheng Qian came up and asked, "What is this? Did the second senior brother do it?"
Yan Zhengming: "Well, that's what he's used for it's called blindfold leaf juice. Generally, it doesn't matter if there is a blindfold method, or if there are any subtle fluctuations, a few drops can be magnified to the surface."
The two waited for a while, only to see that the water film of the grass juice shop was very subdued, and there was no change for a long time.
On the contrary, when Cheng Qian approached, the airflow brought by his breath brushed over Yan Zhengming's face, making him feel a little involuntarily.
Yan Zhengming stared at Cheng Qian's profile, remembering his origin, he leaned back on his upper body, coughed, and said, "It's been so many years, maybe it's your illusion?"
Afterwards, he turned his eyes around Qinganjuli quietly: "It's still quiet here, I always feel that there is a fairy spirit in the bamboo forest behind, which is very suitable for retreat."
As soon as this statement came out, Yan Zhengming felt a little regretful. Although his original intention was to stay here and not leave, he didn't want to sound so anxious.
This doesn't feel like a big brother, like an apprentice.
As a senior brother, always feel bad and shameless.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Qian didn't hear what he meant at all, and answered absentmindedly, "Are you going to retreat?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
This ignorant idiot.
Cheng Qian actually felt that it was very reasonable, and said: "Yes, you have been running around since you entered the Sword Art Online, and you have no chance to retreat to consolidate your realm. Besides, I didn't understand the sword intent deeply when I was refining that wooden sword. You really should Re-refining... uh, what's wrong?"
Yan Zhengming looked at him solemnly.
Cheng Qian was puzzled and asked, "Is it still about the wooden sword... Haven't we already figured it out?"
Not only is he incapable of understanding people, he is also very good at picking up a pot without opening it.
Yan Zhengming stood up with the jug in his hand, and said angrily: "I think beautifully, whoever exposed it to you, I'll be angry and leave when I see you."
Cheng Qian quickly went through the conversation just now in his mind, and stopped him with a flash of inspiration: "Hey, senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming was a little hopeful.
When the frost was cold and the dew was heavy and the night was quiet, Cheng Qian suddenly thought to himself: "He came here at this time, and he has nothing to do, so he left after a few words, what does it mean?"
As soon as this thought came up, his throat became a little grumpy, but then he thought: "In the middle of the night, I opened his mouth to leave him, is it abrupt or not? The senior brother is often convulsed, what if it doesn't mean that?"
He pondered it secretly, and felt a little abrupt, so the words turned a corner.
Cheng Qian said sincerely: "If you think other places are noisy, just retreat here with me, and I will protect the law for you."
Yan Zhengming said in his heart, "shut your forehead, I'm mad at me."
So he didn't say a word, and with a stride that seemed to be striding, it took him a full stick of incense to get to the door of Qing'anju, and stuck a non-existent mud on the threshold of the small courtyard.
Sect Master Yan thought very uncomfortably: "If you don't leave me, I'll have to leave."
Chapter 95
The soles of Yan Zhengming's shoes were about to get stuck, and Cheng Qian was still looking at him three steps away, as if he was a little helpless and helpless.
Yan Zhengming was like this when he was a child. He disliked the stool and refused to sit, so he stood there with a displeased face and said nothing, waiting for the many maids and Daotong to try to figure out his thoughts. There were one or two smart people who could react, saving him his tongue.
It's a pity that there is only Cheng Qian's log here, and no one is used to his fault.
Yan Zhengming struggled for a while in his heart, and suddenly he figured it out in the "desperate situation". He turned his heart and thought, "Since he dares to say that in Shijiazi, what can I do if I'm shameless?"
So Yan Zhengming raised his head and drank the wine in the jade pot in one breath. After crossing the courtyard of Qing Anju, he declared to Cheng Qian bluntly, "I'm not leaving today."
This change of face becomes faster than turning over a book, there is no Yin Qing.
Cheng Qian didn't react: "Uh... ah?"
Yan Zhengming glanced at him: "Why, do you have an opinion?"
Cheng Qian had no opinion, only an attempt.
Yan Zhengming didn't see the foreign envoy and said, "Tell your little Taoist boy to give me bath water."
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, he was inadvertently thinking, his heart was beating wildly, and he turned around and went out in a panic.
There is a small pond in the backyard of Qing Anju. It is living water, crystal clear, and the entrance is sweet. There is a purification spell at the bottom of the creek upstream of the pond, and the water in it can be drunk by the mouth.
Cheng Qian didn't disturb Teng Huáng, and he didn't fake his hands. He did it himself, and drew a circle of charms in a rusty stroke to heat the water in the small pond, but for a moment, the clouds and mountains in the pond were surrounded by mist. Like a fairyland.
Cheng Qian squatted by the pool and tested the water temperature by himself. After working hard for a long time, he suddenly felt as if he had raised a cat that was not easy to serve. Although he was troublesome, he still served him happily.
He was about to get up, but Yan Zhengming stood silently behind Cheng Qian at some point.
Yan Zhengming gathered up his courage with a little bit of drunkenness, and before Cheng Qian could stand up completely, he hugged him by the waist.
His palms were actually sweaty, and he just smeared them on Cheng Qian's belt, while dragging a long, languid voice, slapped his swollen face and looked like he didn't care, and said, "You This place is good, why don't you come and wash together?"
Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but blurt out, "...Senior brother, why are you trembling?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
By the pool surrounded by immortal energy, the two were speechless for a while.
Cheng Qian realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing for a while, and quickly tried to remedy: "No, that..."
He didn't finish a word, suddenly a strong attack came from behind him. The angry senior brother hugged him and jumped into the pool. The water that was too warm for Cheng Qian quickly soaked his clothes and wrapped him around him. Trembling firmly, before he could speak, Yan Zhengming had already pressed him to the edge of the pool, staring at him with burning eyes.
Yan Zhengming held Cheng Qian's face with one hand, and his fingertips lightly brushed the water-soaked face, his mind was blank for a moment, and he was so drunk that he was steamed by the hot water.
At this point, he decided to go for it and kissed him without saying a word.
The water was hot, and the palm of the elder brother was even hotter. Cheng Qian was out of breath and involuntarily wriggled a few times. The result was just this movement, Yan Zhengming immediately let go of him and brought some Back off cautiously.
Cheng Qian couldn't be much more awake than him, like a fish thrown out of the water, he gasped for a few breaths, his chest hurt a little, and looked at Shang Yan Zhengming's uneasy gaze - with an unspeakable longing, he didn't dare to go beyond. Lei Chi step.
Cheng Qian scratched his stomach for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, do you... want to do double cultivation with me?"
Yan Zhengming was speechless, feeling that at this moment, he should turn around and run out to cry.
"How well do you understand, and what is Shuangxiu," he roared in disbelief, "Shuangxiu is a fart! I just like you and want to be close to you, can't I?"
Cheng Qian: "..."
After Yan Zhengming roared, he stared at him nervously again, pecked the corner of his mouth with his probe, and asked, "Will you regret it?"
The word "close" perfectly evoked the scene Cheng Qianqian saw in Zhaoyang City. He didn't have a good impression of it. After a brief glance at it, he just felt unbearable.
This is unbearable, but it ignited the idea of outside the rules in his heart. It seems that when he was a teenager, he went to the mountains and passed through the Valley of Heart Demon. When he looked down from a high place, he clearly felt an unspeakable danger, but he still couldn't help it. Probe down.
Cheng Qian said: "long-winded."
With the excitement stemming from this taboo, he unlawfully tore off Yan Zhengming's wet clothes according to his impression of seeing flowers on the fly. He was a bit at a loss when he was done, and he didn't know where to start, so Cheng Qian moved. Pause, racking his brains to remember how others did it.
He suddenly regretted that he hadn't read it carefully at that time—for the first time in his life, he felt what it means to "hate a book when it's used up".
...until he was involuntarily pressed against the pool wall by the elder brother.
Yan Zhengming has been holding back for too long, he has endured it for too long, and he no longer wants to be polite to him.
From then on, someone began to call himself the master of the Qing An residence.
On the first day of Yan Zhengming's stay in Qing'an Curie, Cheng Qian rarely slept late. As soon as he opened his eyes and saw him, he felt very sweet in his heart. Although he was a little awkward, it was not a big deal. It was for this reason that Cheng Qian felt that he could do whatever he wanted.
On the third day of Yan Zhengming's stay in Qing'an Residence, Cheng Qian began to feel a little unbearable. Yan Zhengming tossed his Qing'an Residence into a state of confusion and anxiety, and he was very clingy the head of Yan was very clingy to people. One set, he is not an ordinary sticky person. He often just gives a hint at a shallow taste and asks others to stick to it immediately after receiving it, so that he can act like "Who asked me to be your senior brother? It's time to coax you". shape.
In case Cheng Qian didn't react, or he was too lazy to pay attention to him occasionally, he had to be prepared to be harassed for a whole day.
There is a saying that "it's easy to ask God and it's hard to send him off". Sect Master Yan stayed in Qing'an for half a month, and Cheng Qian couldn't bear it anymore and was going crazy. Thinking that he would rather face the wall next to the ice pool than chat with Nian Mingming who came to be a guest, it can be seen that in addition to his firm will, he is also happy.