Chapter 875

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In the early morning, dew condenses on the grass and slides slowly along the leaves. Dew drops on the wet soil. A gust of wind blows, with the fragrance of soil and the unique flavor of the mountain forest in the early morning.

In the courtyard, the summer sunshine spreads into the window edge, the white curtains float with the wind, and the shadow of the curtains is large and small, high and low.

A few grains of dust in the room scattered a light color in the sun, like the elf dancing in the air.

Perhaps the sun felt that they were not far enough. They tried to climb and climb, and finally climbed to a new bed full of festive red.

Under the new quilt embroidered with big "囍", the girl woke up and looked at him beside her pillow with bright eyes.

In fact, the girl has been awake for two incense sticks.

During the two incense burning hours, the girl counted his eyelashes again and again.

After making sure she didn't count wrong, she carefully stretched out her white little hand, stroked his eyebrows, and gently stretched his eyebrows from inside to outside.

Then the girl was attracted by his nose, stretched out her index finger, and nodded his nose gently with her soft finger lips.

In his sleep, he hummed like a lazy pig. Because his nose itched, he bowed his head and arched into the girl's arms.

The girl with reddish cheeks held his head in her arms. It can be seen that happiness has climbed up the top of the girl's eyebrows.

It seems that the girl holds not only the head of a scum man, but the whole world

After the husband was quiet again, his wife's attention was attracted by his mouth.

Like a thief, the girl had a pair of kazilan's big eyes, and then she shrank into the quilt until her forehead was a little lower than his forehead.

Then, the girl's head approached slowly, the head was raised slightly, and the cherry pink lip flap was lightly stained on his lips.

Again and again.

It's like you play the game at the beginning, always the last billion

Finally, even if it was a dragonfly, Jiang Lin was awakened.

Open your eyes and see the delicate face.

(the following is f. D. Zheng, Chang, Nei, Rong, Ling, Chen, 6:00, brush. New.)

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Walking in Longming academy, Fang copied his skirt and walked to yishuge of Longming Academy. On the way, Jiang Lin leaned against a tree with a wooden sword, as if he were blocking on the way.

"Lao Fang, you're not afraid to be hung up by the scholars of this academy?"

Looking at the room, Jiang Lin smiled.

"It's all right. My realm is not bad. The old man really doesn't dare to mess around, but why are you here?" Asked the room skirt curiously.

"Didn't you say that? I don't trust you. " Jiang Lin smiled.

"Come on, I'm afraid it's not your Mo Li sister and white girl's Shura field that makes you unable to stay and drives you out."

"Cough..." Jiang Lin coughed a few times. "You know a hammer. I call it understanding."

After Jiang Lin was driven away by Jiu Yi, he really didn't know what to do, so he might as well come and find a room to copy his skirt.

He knew that Fang Qun must be looking for the dean of Longming Academy.

Jiang Lin glanced at the road ahead: "how's it going? went together? I happen to have something to deal with. After all, it's someone else's territory. How many of us can do things. "

"Let's go and have a look."

The room didn't refuse, and they walked side by side.

"But Lao Jiang, what's the matter with your wooden sword?"

"Chuxue hasn't woke up for a long time. I can only take a wooden sword. How about Niu Boyi?"

“.......”

"Really, such a big man likes to be brave..." Jiu Yi tooted her small mouth and gently applied medicine to Jiang Lin, with gentle blame in her eyes.

"Young master, please don't move. It's hard to apply medicine without ink." Mo Li also put Jiang Lin's arm on his body.

The gentle and clever Mo Li now also tooted his small mouth and looked at Jiang Lin angrily.

Although Jiang Lin's whole body hurts a little, by contrast, the house skirt copying in the nearby courtyard is much worse.

Fang's skirt copying was not only seriously injured, but also deliberately forced when min applied medicine. Fang's skirt copying was so painful that she screamed. It was terrible... Even across a courtyard wall.

Everything came from three days ago.

Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chao skirt covered half of Longming Academy with their own sword territory, and then began to play.

Jiang Lin kicked the school naturally because of Mo Li. Although those scholars didn't bully Mo Li, they prepared a residence for Mo Li, but they refused to argue because Mo Li was a woman. How can they bear it?

On the contrary, the silly girl is still in Longming college and wants to move with sincerity.

But Jiang Lin doesn't care so much. Teach him a lesson first.

As for Fang's skirt copying, although Fang min died in front of Longming Academy in that life, strictly speaking, Longming academy never forced Fang min and ignored it at most.

The beauty of a woman is not so beautiful, but the spirit of books adds a lot to her.

Seeing Jiang Linhe's room copying skirts, the woman kneeling in front of the tombstone slowly got up, put her books in front of her and bowed a salute.

Jiang Linhe's room and skirt copying are naturally bowing in return.

"Are you two friends of Xiao Leng?" Looking at Jiang Lin and Fang copying skirts, the woman smiled gently, as if she was happy that he had friends to pay a memorial.

"Friends are not, strictly speaking." Jiang Lin pointed to the room beside him and copied his skirt. "Strictly speaking, my brother and the owner of the tombstone behind you are enemies."

Room skirt: "...."

The woman looked at Fang's skirt in surprise, looked carefully, and then smiled: "the childe should be Fang pestle Sword Fairy."

"Does madam know me?"

The room copied skirt was a little unexpected. The room copied skirt had no impression on her, and the woman in front had no spiritual fluctuation at all. She was obviously a mortal.

How can a mortal know himself thousands of years ago.

"My name is Qin Ai. Thousands of years ago, I was also a monk. I was a mortal in this life, but I retained some memory." The woman named Qin Ai smiled.

Although the woman said it was light, Jiang Lin and Fang copied skirts were surprised.

To keep the memory of previous lives is to know it by birth.

It's easy to say, but the difficulty is incomparable.

Looking at Jiang Lin's puzzled appearance, Qin Ai explained with a smile: "thousands of years ago, my concubine was a disciple of liudaozong. Now the Zong door has disappeared."

"The secret law of the six Taoist schools, the six Taoist students." Fang Chu looked at Qin Ai. "You gave up your accomplishments in the five realms, even cut off the opportunity to preach later, and became a mortal, so that you can know it every time you reincarnate."