"Forgot...forgot."

The young man in Xuanyi finally came to his senses and was quite annoyed by his distraction just now.

He looked at Shen Yan as just an ordinary disciple.

Nothing special either.

His cultivation is even more mediocre.

Just now, he actually sensed danger in this person?

It’s so ridiculous!

"Then let's go."

Yingqian didn't have time to look at his angry face, so he waved off the guest and said:

"At this time tomorrow, if you are not afraid of death, come here."

"I'm not afraid!"

The young man in black clothes yelled at the top of his lungs.

The fire was burning so hard that he turned around and left with a sullen face.

But he didn't walk a few steps.

He suddenly turned around and shouted:

"It's you, but don't teach me anything and lose your reputation as a Shura Immortal!"

"It's so annoying."

Yingqian muttered.

I really want to find a cotton ball and plug my ears.

Is this person a cultivator or an unweaned baby?

The thought of being a nanny for another year.

Ying Qianfan is going to be annoyed to death!

When the figure of the young man in Xuanyi disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her eyes to look at the young monk.

"What's the matter with you?"

Even Yingqian himself didn't notice it.

When facing this young monk, her voice softened a lot unconsciously.

Shen Yan frowned.

He looked at the young monk carefully.

I don't see anything special.

Why did his master treat him differently?

The little monk nodded and asked softly with a pair of clear black eyes:

"Do you know my master?"

"Monk Shengyin? I think you know him."

Ying Qian cleared her throat, showing a rare embarrassed look.

She hesitated for a moment.

Then he bent down, looked into the eyes of the young monk, and said softly:

"But it's best for you not to mention my name in front of your master."

The little monk looked puzzled, "Why?"

"We had a little grudge in a dangerous place before."

Ying Qian spoke vaguely, and as soon as her voice fell, she quickly said:

"But it's all small things. I still like you little monks very much."

She knocked the little monk on the head again.

Smiling quite heartily.

The little monk blinked, somewhat confused by Yingqian's words.

But before he could think clearly, he heard a cold voice.

"Still not letting go?"

The little monk was stunned.

Follow Shen Yan's eyes.

This time I found that he was still tugging at the hem of Yingqian's clothes.

"Feel sorry!"

The little monk was startled and quickly let go of his hand.

His white face suddenly turned red.

He got up from the ground, said a hasty goodbye, and left as if he was fleeing.

"This little monk..."

Yingqian looked at his rather embarrassed back, smiled and shook her head.

She showed too much kindness to the little monk.

Shen Yan frowned even more.

There was also more uncertainty in my heart.

As soon as these monks who came to pay homage arrived at Youxian Pavilion, they attracted Yingqian's attention.

Wait until later...

I'm afraid it's not about occupying Yingqian's mind but more.

How can Shen Yan not care about this?

Just a thought.

He was extremely annoyed when the time that should have been allocated to him was taken up by those outside monks.

Shen Yan took a step forward and walked towards Ying Qian. He Xuxu grabbed her sleeves and spoke in a rather dull voice.

"Master, does he seem to be very concerned about that little monk?"

"No way."

Yingqian shook his head, showing a helpless expression and said:

"I had a fight with Monk Sheng Yinna, his master, before."

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows and took the opportunity to move his fingertips down half an inch and touch the back of Ying Qian's hand.

"fight?"

"It's not what I want to beat, but monks are all stubborn and it doesn't make sense, so I have to beat him up."

Ying Qian sighed.

She is young and energetic, but has done many things that offend others.

It is estimated that if the elders of these immortal sects knew that she was here to teach these young monks, they might not come to pick them up overnight.

no way.

She has always had a bad reputation.

We're all used to it.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Ying Qian.

Don't miss any changes in her expression.

It's good to be happy.

It’s okay to be annoyed.

They are all the most vivid,

And eye-catching appearance.

Ying Qian only cast a lazy glance, and Shen Yan's heart felt like a landslide.

He pursed his thin lips and suppressed the overflowing complex emotions.

"It must be that monk's problem. Whatever Master does, there will be nothing wrong."

"You are the most sensible."
To be continued...