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　　In the early morning, the dewdrops condense on the grass and slowly fall along the leaves. The dewdrops fall on the moist muddy ground. A breeze blows by, with the fragrance of the soil and the unique taste of the early morning mountain forest.

　　 In the courtyard, the summer sun shines into the window edge, and the white curtains float with the wind. The shadow of the curtains is large and small, and sometimes high and low.

　　 The dust in the room was faintly colored in the sunlight, like that elf dancing in the air.

　　 Maybe the sunshine felt that they were not far enough. They crawled and crawled hard, and finally climbed onto the new bed full of festive red.

　　 Under the new quilt embroidered with the big "囍" character, the young girl has already woke up, blinking and blinking at him next to her pillow.

　　 In fact, it is time for the girl to wake up with two incense sticks.

　　 During these two incense sticks, the girl counted his eyelashes, counting them again and again.

　　 After confirming that she had counted correctly, she carefully put out her white hand, stroked his eyebrows, and gently stretched his eyebrows from the inside out.

　　 Then the girl was attracted by his nose again, stretched out her index finger, and her soft lips nodded lightly on his nose.

　　 In his sleep, he hummed a few times like a lazy pig. Because of his itchy nose, he bowed his head into the girl's arms.

　　 The girl with reddish cheeks held his head in her arms, and the visible happiness was already climbing up the girl's eyebrows.

　　 It seems that the girl is not only holding the head of a scumbag, but the whole world...

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

　　 Like a thief, the girl's big eyes flowed slightly, and then she shrank into the quilt until her forehead was lower than his forehead.

　　 Immediately, the girl's head slowly approached, her head slightly lifted, and the cherry pink lips lightly stained his lips.

　　 again and again.

　　 is like you start playing a game, it is always the last billion...

　　 Finally, Jiang Lin was awakened even if it was just a touch of water.

　　 I opened my eyes and saw that exquisite face.

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try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　Walking in the Longming Academy, the room copied a skirt and walked towards the Yishu Pavilion of Longming Academy, only half way, Jiang Lin held a handful of wood The sword leaned against a tree, as if blocking it halfway.

　　 "Old house, you just passed by, and you are not afraid of being hung up and beaten by the scholars of this college?"

　　 Jiang Lin smiled while looking at Fang's skirt.

　　 "It's okay, no matter what, my level is not bad, the old man really doesn't dare to mess around, but why are you here?" Fang Chaoqun asked curiously.

　　 "Didn't you tell me? Don't worry about you." Jiang Lin smiled.

　　 "You can get it, I'm afraid it's not your sister Moli and Miss Bai's Shura field that made you unable to stay and kicked you out."

　　 "Cough cough cough..." Jiang Lin coughed a few times, "You know a hammer, I'm understanding."

After 　　 Jianglin was driven away by Jiuyi, he really didn't know what he was doing, so I might as well look for a house and copy my skirt.

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

　　Jiang Lin glanced at the road ahead: "How about? Let's go together? I just happen to have something to deal with. After all, it's in other people's territory. How easy we are to do things."

　　 "Let's go, go and see."

　　 Fang copied the skirt and did not refuse, and the two walked side by side.

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

　　 "Chuxue hasn't woken up for a long time, I can only get a wooden sword, how about it, is it enough for Niu Boyi?"

　　"..."

　　 "Really, even such a big person, I still like to be strong..." Jiuyi pouted her mouth and gently medicamented Jiang Lin, her eyes filled with gentle blame.

　　 "Master, please don't move, Mo Li can't take medicine anymore." Mo Li also put Jiang Lin's arm on him.

　　 The gentle and well-behaved Mo Li also pouted his mouth, giving Jiang Lin a strange look.

　　 Although Jiang Lin felt a little pain everywhere in his body, in comparison, the skirts in the courtyard next to him were much worse.

The Fangchao skirt was not only seriously injured, but also deliberately exerted force when applying the medicine. The Fangchao skirt was so painful that it screamed, and it was terrible...Even if it was heard across a courtyard wall. .

　　 Everything came from three days ago.

　　 Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun each covered half of Longming Academy with their own sword realms, and then began to play in the library.

　　Jiang Lin Kicking Hall is naturally because of Mo Li. Although the scholars did not bully Mo Li, on the contrary, they prepared a residence for Mo Li, but because Mo Li was a woman, they refused to argue. How can this be tolerated?

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 On the contrary, this silly girl is still in Longming Academy, thinking of moving with sincerity.

　　 But Jiang Lin doesn't care about that much, let's take a lesson first.

　　 As for Fangzhao's skirt, although Fang Min died in front of Longming Academy in that lifetime, Longming Academy never forced Fang Min to be strictly speaking, and at best ignored it.

　　 The girl is in the middle of her appearance, she is not so pretty, but the scroll air adds a lot to her.

　　 Seeing Jiang Lin and Fang copying her skirt, the woman kneeling in front of the tombstone slowly got up~lightnovelpub.net~ The book was placed in front of her, and she bowed.

　　 Jianglin and Fangchao skirts are naturally also in return.

　　 "Are these two friends of Xiao Leng?" Seeing Jiang Lin and Fang copy their skirts, the woman smiled softly, as if she was happy to have a friend to pay memorial service for him.

　　 "A good friend is not a good friend, strictly speaking." Jiang Lin pointed his finger at the room beside him, "Strictly speaking, my buddy and the owner of the tombstone behind you are enemies."

　　 Room copy skirt: "..."

　　 The woman looked at Fang Du's skirt with a little surprise, looked carefully, and then smiled: "The son should be Fang Chu Jianxian."

　　 "Madam knows me?"

　　 Fangzhaoqun was a little surprised, Fangzhaoqun didn't have any impression of her, and the woman in front of her had no spiritual fluctuations at all, she was obviously a mortal.

　　 How can a mortal know himself thousands of years ago.

　　 "The concubine's name is Qin Ai. Thousands of years ago, she was also a monk. She is a mortal in this life, but she retains a little memory." The woman named Qin Ai smiled.

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

　　 To keep the memory of the past life is to know it by birth.

　　 said it was light, but the difficulty was extremely difficult.

　　 Looking at the doubts of the two Jiang Lin, Qin Ai explained with a smile: "Thousands of years ago, my concubine was a disciple of the Six Dao Sect, but now the sect has disappeared."

"Six Dao Sect Secret Method, Six Dao Sheng." Fang Chu looked at Qin Ai, "You gave up your cultivation of the five realms, and even cut off the opportunity to prove the Dao in the future, and became a mortal, so that every time you reincarnated, you can live. And know it."