In the evening, flowing clouds in the bamboo forest.

The leaves of the bamboo have already taken off, and only dense bamboos are left, firm in the wind. The end of winter is coming to an end, and the cold wind is still bit by bit. The sunset slowly falls, taking away little after a little bit of residual heat.

In the bamboo forest, Dongfang Wan's white clothes are better than snow, and she still has the iceberg expression that has remained unchanged all year round. But there is a hint of softness in her eyes, and there seems to be a little hope. She stands alone, looking away from time to time, as if she is waiting for someone.

After a while, Lin Zhanqing walked up slowly in white clothes. As he got closer, Lin Zhanqing took the initiative to say hello:

"Sorry, I'm late. Senior sister isn't annoyed, are you?"

Dongfang Wan had no expression on her face, and her beautiful eyes looked at Lin Zhanqing for a while and said:

"No. Senior sister just came."

Lin Zhanqing saw that Dongfang Wan was not angry, and his tone was not deliberately cold, so he felt a little strange. After all, when he came to Zhulin to chat and chat, most of the time he came first. This time, Dongfang Wan was waiting for her, and she thought she would be angry, but it seemed that she was petty.

Lin Zhanqing looked at Dongfang Wan's face, which was extremely cold, beautiful and beautiful, like a fairy in Yaochi. She spoke gently and asked slowly:

"What are the senior sister busy with in the past six months?"

Dongfang Wan's expression was as cold as usual, and said:

"Just like before. What unforgettable things happened to my junior brother in the six months since he left Liuyun Mountain?"

Lin Zhanqing was a little stunned, paused a little and said:

"No."

Dongfang Wan's eyes were as cold as usual, and she looked at Lin Zhanqing quietly and said:

"If there isn't, it's gone."

...

The next day, early morning.

Lin Zhanqing got up and after washing, he went to Heyuantang to pay tribute to his master's wife.

Liuyunshan did not pay attention to the rule of getting up early to pay his respects, so the only one who greeted him was Lin Zhanqing, who had just returned from outside. When Han Yuning saw Lin Zhanqing coming to pay his respects, he couldn't just watch it, so he naturally greeted him together.

Lin Zhanqing and Han Yuning respectively painted Han Mo Linbai's rituals.

"Disciple Lin Zhanqing greets his master's wife."

"Daughter pays me a favor to my parents."

Han Molin and his wife sat on a wooden chair with joy on their faces and replied:

"Zhan'er is determined, so is Yu Ning."

After Lin Zhanqing and Han Yuning sat down on the chair, Han Molin asked:

"Zhan'er, how did you gain in the past six months?"

Han Yuning also looked at Lin Zhanqing with curiosity.

Lin Zhanqing replied honestly:

"When I go back to Master, I have gained a lot in the past six months."

Han Molin continued to ask:

"Have you realized the intention of Liuyun's Three Swords?"

Lin Zhanqing didn't dare to speak, but just shook his head.

Han Molin was not angry at all, but instead laughed happily:

"My stupid disciple, why are you anxious about Liuyun's Three Sword Intent? When your master understood Liuyun's Three Sword Intent, he would have to be twenty-five years old. If you realized Liuyun's Three Sword Intent at the age of eighteen, you would be almost comparable to Liuyun's ancestor."

Lin Zhanqing's face was ugly and he was a little dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice:

"Master is indeed a genius, I can't compare. I can only think about comparing with Senior Sister Dongfang."

When Han Yuning heard Senior Sister Dongfang, she blinked and said nothing.

Han Molin immediately became unhappy. He thought to himself, "" Dongfang Wan is only twenty-one years old this year, obviously it is hurting me." His face turned dark and he said:

"Why, I'm jealous when I see you, Senior Sister Dongfang? You, Senior Sister Dongfang, will not go out of the door, so you understand earlier than Master. Master ran around the world every day, so I had so much spare time. Otherwise, Master, I would have realized it at the age of twenty."

Lin Zhanqing felt a little guilty at this time. After all, he was his master and could not contradict him. But he was not very willing, so he muttered in a low voice.

"Maybe it's Master Yue

It's good to teach."

When Han Molin heard this, he said furiously:

"You, what did you say? Well, Lin Zhanqing, you have only been out for half a year, so you have learned bad things."

While cursing, Han Molin kept blinking at Lin Zhanqing, but unfortunately he was still one step late.

When Mrs. Han Bai Hua heard the words "Master Yue" and immediately looked wrong. She stood behind Han Molin with a dark face and cursed,

"Han Molin! I know you are still thinking about it all these years!"

Han Molin's face turned pale and he said tremblingly:

"Madam, this is not my business. It was all chosen by Lin Zhanqing."

Lin Zhanqing immediately understood and came over to explain:

"Master's wife, it's all the disciple's fault. The disciple didn't understand the intention of Liuyun's three swords, and was a little depressed. He said the wrong thing for a moment. Please spare the master."

When Bai Hua mentioned Master Yue, he was like a different person. Even Lin Zhanqing couldn't listen to what he said. He cursed straight:

"You Zhan'er is not a good person either. I said, how much did you hide from me when you and Han Molin joined forces behind their backs?"

Lin Zhanqing took a step back in fear and said tremblingly:

"Master's wife, I swear to God, there is no."

Bai Hua saw Lin Zhanqing's sincere expression, so she believed it.

Han Molin winked at Han Yuning again, then smiled at her face and said to Bai Hua:

"Good lady, I, Han Molin, are loyal to my wife. This heart is the world that can be seen. The wife is my heart and my life."

Although Han Yuning was a little reluctant, she still came over and patiently advised:

"Mom, how good Dad is to you for so many years. My daughter is envious of her. In the future, my daughter Xu may not even be half as good as Dad is to her mother."

Han Molin, Han Yuning, Lin Zhanqing and the other two persuaded each other, and finally persuaded Mrs. Han Bai Hua. Although Bai Hua was no longer angry, she didn't want to see Han Molin for a while and turned back to the room.

Han Mo finally let out a big sigh, sat on the wooden chair, rested for a while, then straightened his face and said to Lin Zhanqing:

"You're back, and you have a task to prepare and you'll leave in three days."

Before Lin Zhanqing could say anything, Han Yuning said unhappily:

"Brother Zhan just came back, why did he arrange another task?"

Han Molin looked at Han Yuning with anger and said:

"Why, you've started calling Brother Zhan in front of your father?"

Han Yuning's face turned red, and she lowered her head slightly and said:

"No, either."

Han Molin said:

"It's up to you."

He said to Lin Zhanqing again:

"This mission takes a lot of time, you are ready."

Lin Zhanqing replied simply:

"Yes, please don't worry, Master."

Han Yuning asked unwillingly:

"What is this mission? Who will I go with?"

Han Molin said:

"Just two people, Lin Zhanqing and Dongfang Wan."

"Dad! How can you..."

Han Molin was not polite at all and said directly:

"At this time, they are the only ones that are the most suitable! Ning'er is not allowed to cry!"

Seeing that there was no discussion, Han Yuning turned around and said viciously to Lin Zhanqing:

"Lin Zhanqing! If you dare...hum!"

After Han Yuning finished speaking, she slapped her hard and turned around and left.

Lin Zhanqing covered his face that had been blown red, and was stunned.

Han Molin came up at the right time and comforted:
To be continued...