Xiao Lou likes to lie on the pavilion. The roof is made of thatch, which is quite soft when he lies down. When he looks up, he can see the sky, the trees in the distance in front of him, and the flowers and water on the ground below.
He doesn't necessarily know how to appreciate them, but he feels that this is a geomantic treasure place. He can stand high and see far away, so there is nothing wrong with it.
And the way Tong Yan lay on the boat felt more like a funeral procession. There was a county in their town that arranged the dead like this. It seemed to be called a water burial.
But he didn't dare to speak directly, and even He Zhan would get angry and glare at others if he made small talk.
From his position, he could just see the waterside pavilion opposite, which was the residence of Xiaoyan's apprentice. Usually when he lay here, he could basically see someone standing there.
Occasionally I saw him looking at the lake in trance, but most of the time he was practicing. The two people in front of him were seizing the time to practice in order to go to the secret realm. It made Xiao Lou feel very good.
When will it be his turn to experience the secret realm?
After thinking for a long time, Xiao Lou sat up and asked Tong Yan in the water loudly, "Xiao Yan, do you know why my aunt came back to the sect?"
"I don't know." She is in love and has no time to care about you.
"Then what will I do if I practice cultivation? If she doesn't come back, who will I find as my master?"
"You might as well send a message yourself and ask her."
Even when the young master came back, Tong Yan felt that this master was probably not very reliable.
Xiao Lou curled his lips, "I don't have her sound transmission crane, so how can I ask her."
It was quiet for a moment, and then Tong Yan's voice came, "I'll ask the master later, but let's agree first, no one in Luo Huafeng can teach you. If you become a master, you may move out."
This time it was Xiao Lou's turn to be silent.
Tong Yan waited for a while before hearing him say, "Okay."
A few days later, Xiao Lou became a disciple of a Nascent Soul monk. He was very talented, and Shang Xun came forward to introduce him. It was not difficult to find a good master.
It's just that after moving out, he basically couldn't come to Luo Huafeng. Before leaving, Xiao Lou looked at the room with reluctant eyes, especially towards He Zhan.
Xiao Lou said, "Azhan, why don't you come with me?"
He Zhan said calmly, "I want to stay in Luo Huafeng."
Xiao Lou then said: "You can become a disciple with me, so that we can live together again!"
He Zhan: "My qualifications are not as good as yours, so I cannot be your master."
Xiao Lou thought that it was for this reason that he refused to follow him, so he pulled him and vowed, "I can convince my master to accept you as well."
He Zhan pulled off his hand that was holding his sleeve and said calmly, "You can't convince me, and there's no need. I want to stay in Luo Huafeng and accompany Sister Yan."
Xiao Lou frowned dissatisfied, "Why are you following Xiao Yan? She is going to go for training soon. She will go there for more than half a year and you will be the only one at home. What's the point?"
Home?
He Zhan smiled for no reason, "It's just because she's not here that I should keep watch."
Xiao Lou could not convince He Zhan who was determined no matter what, so he could only take the things and leave. When he met Tong Yan outside, he snorted at her angrily.
Tong Yan was outside and didn't know what the two of them were talking about in the room. Seeing Xiao Lou's appearance, he couldn't help but ask He Zhan, "What's wrong with him? He's so angry."
He Zhan: "He said that when he left, all the rooms would be mine. He said that I got a good deal for nothing."
Tong Yan:……
Then why is he humming at me?
There weren't many people in the yard originally, but after the noisiest one left, it seemed like the whole peak suddenly became a lot quieter.
Tong Yan meditated again while lying on the paper boat. The paper boat was a kind of boat made of special talisman paper. It could accommodate at least three people when it became larger. Therefore, Tong Yan could easily sit on He Zhan while lying on it.
Tong Yan closed her eyes, put her hands on the pillow, and said softly: "Azhan, what do you think about becoming a disciple?"
He Zhan moved his eyes from the water to her face and replied, "I may have to wait until the next sect competition. Maybe I will be lucky enough to be chosen by a real person."
Although He Zhan has three spiritual roots, his purity is relatively high and his understanding is also good. He has already practiced Qi at the fifth level in more than two years, so there is no problem in becoming a master until the next competition.
The problem is that the competition only happens once every ten years. Whether such a long time will delay his cultivation is what Tong Yan is worried about.
If he had a master to teach him now, He Zhan's cultivation level would definitely be much higher than his own.
Tong Yan was thinking about whether to ask the master for help and ask him to help find a more reliable master.
At this moment, she felt as if someone was lying down next to her. When she opened her eyes and looked sideways, she met He Zhan's blue eyes.
The blue eyes were extremely clear in the sunlight. The owner of the eyes said to her, "Sister Yan, I'm a little tired from sitting, and I want to lie down."
Tong Yan had no choice but to retract his arms and move to the side.
The two people lying side by side had only their clothes touching each other, but He Zhan still felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Lying like this, with the person within his reach, it was as if there were only two of them left in the world at this moment.
A sudden splash of water came, and although most of it was blocked by the defensive shield, the clothes of the two of them were still a little wet.
Huo Qizhi's voice then sounded, "I'm sorry, Master, I made a mistake during practice and accidentally spilled the water."
Tong Yan stood up and patted the water stains. His tone sounded like he was being disturbed from sleeping, "You go over there to practice. I can't come over."
It is really possible to accidentally spill water into a wide pond.
The pond was a pond, and its area was comparable to a small lake, but she rarely went to the deeper areas.
Huo Qizhi glanced at He Zhan who was lying next to her, his eyes darkened, and he said calmly, "Master, you still have room on the boat, can you let me sit too?"
He Zhan gritted his teeth secretly, and darkness flashed across his lowered eyes.
Why didn't he die immediately?
Tong Yan flexed his legs, gave him the foot rest, and said lazily, "You can sit down if you don't mind the small seat."
Then he lay down again, not caring whether Huo Qizhi could sit down or whether he would actually get on the boat and sit there.
He Zhan followed her example, fell back, closed his eyes, and regarded Huo Qi as nothing.
After a while, the boat sank, and Huo Qizhi got on the boat at the other end. He sat down at Tong Yan's feet. His long legs had nowhere to rest, and his tall body seemed a little aggrieved by the small space.
After fiddling with it for a few times, it became uncomfortable to sit no matter what, so he asked He Zhan, "Can A Zhan sit up? I can't put my legs down."
He Zhan frowned and asked who to call A Zhan. When he lived in the same courtyard with him, the most he could call himself was He Zhan.
When He Zhan despised Huo Qi's hypocrisy, he had no choice but to stop, but there was no way to get him up.
He suggested in a mocking manner: "The place here is so big. If your legs can't fit, why don't you put it in the water? It's hot now, so it's a good time to relieve the heat."
When Huo Qizhi saw that the man did not stand up but only gave way, he moved his legs to occupy the space he had vacated, and then squeezed in even further.
He snorted with disdain in his heart. He Zhan's words seemed to be suggestions, but they actually implied that he should not get on the ship.
How could he let him have his wish?
After the place where he lay was occupied by Huo Qizhi again and again, He Zhan had no choice but to shrink his legs again, and then he still felt his legs being kicked. He opened his eyes and looked at Huo Qizhi angrily.
But he got a smile that looked apologetic but was actually provocative.
The two people's eyes met for a moment. He Zhan withdrew his eyes and glanced at the remaining position of himself and the distance between him and Tong Yan's body. A smile flashed in his eyes.
I saw him lying down again on his side, his head and shoulders very close to Tong Yan, his breath almost touching her ears, their black hair overlapped, and they were intimate.