"That shouldn't be the case."

Yi Qinglan frowned and said: "It stands to reason that if the demons are stripped away, it would be good for a few days at most.

Why hasn't it gotten better?"

Lin Langyue scratched her head, "I don't even know this disciple... It's just that I've been feeling restless recently, and I can't concentrate a bit."

"Uneasy?" Yi Qinglan gave her a warning look, "I think you miss him because of the teacher?"

Lin Langyue blushed, "No, this disciple didn't even think about Li Shengzi!"

Yi Qinglan said quietly: "Have you ever said that 'he' is Li Ran?"

 …”

Lin Langyue couldn't bear it anymore, and said coquettishly, "Master, you are making fun of your disciple again!"

"Ugh."

Yi Qinglan sighed helplessly

Seeing her blushing and beating heart, how could she still look like a chief disciple?

It's clearly a Huaichun girl in love!

"But fortunately, Li Ran is her way of heaven, otherwise this body of cultivation is a waste..."

Yi Qinglan didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

After being silent for a while, he asked aloud: "Lang Yue, tell the truth with your teacher, do you like it?

Li Ran?"

"Ah?" Lin Langyue's cheeks were instantly red as blood, and he fumbled: "Master, why do you ask that?"

Yi Qinglan said lightly: "But it's okay, don't worry, I won't be angry for the teacher, and I won't punish you."

Facing the indifferent gaze, Lin Langyue lowered her head.

After a long time, she whispered: "Actually, the disciple doesn't know either..."

Yi Qinglan frowned, "I don't know?"

"Ok"

Lin Langyue's eyes were a little confused, and she said softly, "The disciple just thinks of him from time to time,

When he is, he will be troubled by gains and losses. "

"I feel ashamed to hear him say those absurd things, but I still want to hear him talk about my husband." "Especially when I hold him, it's like..."

Yi Qinglan asked, "Like what?"

Lin Langyue said cautiously: "It's like holding a master, it's both warm and down-to-earth,

…”

Yi Qinglan turned her head and snorted coldly, "How can you compare being a teacher to that little thief?"

Lin Langyue scratched her head, "This is the real feeling of the disciple, and the disciple doesn't know if it likes it or not.

, also asked the Master to clarify the doubts. "

"Cough cough." Yi Qinglan cleared his throat and said embarrassedly, "I don't know much about what's going on in the world as a teacher.

She has practiced the supreme forgetfulness since childhood, and she has zero experience in this area, and she has nothing to do with 2.6 men and women.

know

Lin Langyue doesn't understand much yet. "Forget it, since you have regarded him as a visual object, you are destined to be bound together in the future.

It doesn't matter if you don't like it..."

Yi Qinglan rubbed his brows. She herself and Li Ran are bound to a line of marriage, and they are connected in spirit and cannot be separated.

And her apprentice, the future successor of the head of the family, is also closely linked to each other by fate.

"I am afraid that this kind of husband will become his backyard today!"

Yi Qinglan was deeply worried about the future of the sect.

Seeing Lin Langyue's worried look, she shook her head and sighed.

"Let's go."

Lin Langyue was taken aback, "Where are our husbands?"

Yi Qinglan said angrily: "Go to your brother Tiandao and let him heal you!"

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Chapter 201 _ The enlightenment teacher of the little Taoist nuns!

Leisure Cloud Peak Courtyard.

Ripples swayed in the air, and two figures suddenly appeared.

It was Yi Qinglan and Lin Langyue.

Looking at the empty yard, Yi Qinglan is a little strange

"Where are the deacons arranged by the poor road? Where did they all run away?"

At this moment, a faint voice came from the room, as if Li Ran was saying something.

"What is this guy doing?"

Yi Qinglan snapped his fingers.

A mass of invisible spiritual energy enveloped the two of them, and their figures disappeared in an instant.

They pass through the door like spirits

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yi Qinglan was stunned.

I saw Li Ran sitting on a chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, saying something eloquently

There were about a dozen deaconesses in front of them, all sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching him intently.