More than a month later, Wen Qingxuan came out of seclusion.
The manly temperament in white is more restrained, calm and inconspicuous than when the young girl first saw him.
If the reactions of Wen Qingxuan that others saw at the beginning could be considered as a young man with extraordinary temperament, then now, Wen Qingxuan is introverted. If he does not make any moves, even his outstanding and cold appearance is covered by his temperament covered all over his body. If it weren't for those who are interested, as long as he thinks, Wen Qingxuan's whole body will be as if he has been casting a confusion curse, and his face and figure will be hidden, and he will not get any attention from others, like an ordinary person who does not attract attention.
Wen Qingxuan just stepped out of the room.
A white and tender ball rushed up at a speed that was inconsistent with her body shape, and her fat and tender hand circled on Wen Qingxuan's thighs. Although the arms, which were not long, were wrapped in clothes, were more rounded, but the two fleshy arms were tightly wrapped around Wen Qingxuan's legs, and the little girl's head with a fox-haired hat was buried between Wen Qingxuan's legs.
Wen Qingxuan was caught off guard by the dumpling that rushed over quickly, and his eyes were confused for a moment.
Something flashed through his mind, and he seemed to remember that he had accepted a little disciple due to favor before he went into seclusion, which was the little dumpling that was holding him to the death.
However, Wen Qingxuan quickly covered up the confusion of this moment, overcame the awkwardness of not liking others to contact him, bowed and untied Xiaotuanzi's hand, and hugged the chubby little dumpling in his arms with the smell of milk on his body.
The little girl was moved by his sudden movements, raised her big eyes that had just cried and looked particularly clear, and then hid her in his arms embarrassedly, and refused to lift her head up.
He quietly touched and wiped his tears on Wen Qingxuan's white shirt.
Wen Qingxuan was so amused that although he had a virility, he didn't care about these things. All the robes were carved with a mantra of dust. As long as he recited his mind, the dirt on his clothes would disappear instantly.
Looking down at the furry little head buried in front of his chest, Wen Qingxuan raised his big palm, suspended in the air and hesitated and froze for a few moments. After all, he put his hand comfortably on the head of this furry meat ball and gently patted her little head.
The little girl is young and has thin and soft hair. For some reason, her hair is still a little curly now, but it is very smooth and smooth to the touch. Wen Qingxuan couldn't help but rub it several times more than he thought, and she was still reluctant to let go.
The little girl's furry head was rubbed very comfortably, and she rubbed her arms several times in Wen Qingxuan's arms.
Ruan Ruan misses his master very much.
The little girl buried in Wen Qingxuan's arms and said softly. Her whole soft body was uneasy in his arms and hugged her feet in his arms, leaning against her master's generous arms to keep warm, so that the little girl could feel at ease.
Wen Qingxuan sighed lightly, feeling guilty.
The little girl's parents died, and she grew up with her parents since she was a child. The Qiao couple had just left and worshipped him as their master, but he went into seclusion the next day and left her to a stranger to take care of her.
It's no wonder that the little girl was waiting at the door all day long, feeling uneasy and scared.
Wen Qingxuan thought of this and looked at the little girl's little face quietly leaning against his arms. Her heart softened and felt even more pity. She rubbed her hands several times according to her wishes.
The cold and cold Immortal Lord, who had never brought a child, held the little girl firmly in his arms, obeyed the little girl's wishes, and did not mention the matter of putting her down.
The man in white clothes and tall and tall body held the little baby in his arms and took her to say goodbye to Aunt Wang who had been caring for her for more than a month. He checked out with the owner of the house, walked out of the city gate with her, and got on a carriage provided by a chamber of commerce together.
……
Wen Qingxuan led her little disciple to teach her to practice while teaching her to understand the worldly customs and principles. Sometimes when she met evil people who were determined to plot against them and wanted to seize their property, Wen Qingxuan also stood quietly by, giving her little disciple more opportunities to take action.
Although he is her master and the closest person she is in the world now. Although Wen Qingxuan dotes on Qiao Ruan, since she worships him as her teacher to practice, magic weapons, robes, elixirs, and the things she gives her are all good things that are hard to find outside, but he is not prepared to cultivate his disciple into a dodder who only knows how to rely on him and has no combat power.
His disciples who Liuzhao are naturally worth the best. They can save themselves when they are in danger in the future without relying on others.
Along the way, tourists with a destiny can see a young man in white standing aside, while his sister or daughter is holding a small sword in her hand, fighting against the thief.
The swords and swords fought each other, and the silver light flashed.
The little girl is still so young that she has to seal her spiritual energy according to Wen Qingxuan's request, and can only fight with several strong men with tricks and strength.
Those who have been in business for many years and have seen many strange scenes can't stand it. They secretly scolded Wen Qingxuan in their hearts and said cowardly!
He actually let a little girl stand in front of him!
If you don’t want such a beautiful daughter or sister, you can give it to them!
Wen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and pretended to sleep, not caring about the opinions of others.
Ignore the whispers in my ears, and focus mainly on my disciple's moves and martial arts.
When the young disciple finished cleaning up, he took her away without saying a word.
……
Wen Qingxuan took the little girl to stop and walk, either in a teleportation array or flying with a sword. However, in just five years, the two arrived in Wuzhou and stayed here for the time being.
In five years, not only the little girl learned various magic under Wen Qingxuan's words and deeds, and her cultivation has been greatly improved. Wen Qingxuan himself also had a little understanding of this journey, and that barrier was clearer in front of him.
Anqi Town in Wuzhou is an ordinary mortal town, but it produces an extremely beautiful celestial yarn. While Wen Qingxuan took his little disciple to travel, the little disciple once glanced at the dress of a noble lady enviously.
Wen Qingxuan remembered it in his heart early. Thinking of his envious and fond eyes, he decided to take her to Anqi Town before her birthday and buy her a lot of clothes made of tinsil yarn to make her happy.
Before accepting an apprentice, Wen Qingxuan didn't know that raising an apprentice would be so troublesome.
Especially such a delicate girl.
I worry about everything and like a lot of things. I not only want to be greedy, but also like all kinds of unpractical things. I only have a beautiful appearance and want to buy everything.
Nowadays, not only are Wen Qingxuan's storage mustard seeds filled with gadgets that the little girl has collected over the years, but her own mustard seeds are also piled up in a lot.
Wen Qingxuan wanted to throw it away, but was afraid that the little girl would cry in front of him.
When he was practicing, no matter how strict he was to her, he never saw her cry. But Wen Qingxuan was so afraid that she would cry when it came to these irrelevant things.
The manly temperament in white is more restrained, calm and inconspicuous than when the young girl first saw him.
If the reactions of Wen Qingxuan that others saw at the beginning could be considered as a young man with extraordinary temperament, then now, Wen Qingxuan is introverted. If he does not make any moves, even his outstanding and cold appearance is covered by his temperament covered all over his body. If it weren't for those who are interested, as long as he thinks, Wen Qingxuan's whole body will be as if he has been casting a confusion curse, and his face and figure will be hidden, and he will not get any attention from others, like an ordinary person who does not attract attention.
Wen Qingxuan just stepped out of the room.
A white and tender ball rushed up at a speed that was inconsistent with her body shape, and her fat and tender hand circled on Wen Qingxuan's thighs. Although the arms, which were not long, were wrapped in clothes, were more rounded, but the two fleshy arms were tightly wrapped around Wen Qingxuan's legs, and the little girl's head with a fox-haired hat was buried between Wen Qingxuan's legs.
Wen Qingxuan was caught off guard by the dumpling that rushed over quickly, and his eyes were confused for a moment.
Something flashed through his mind, and he seemed to remember that he had accepted a little disciple due to favor before he went into seclusion, which was the little dumpling that was holding him to the death.
However, Wen Qingxuan quickly covered up the confusion of this moment, overcame the awkwardness of not liking others to contact him, bowed and untied Xiaotuanzi's hand, and hugged the chubby little dumpling in his arms with the smell of milk on his body.
The little girl was moved by his sudden movements, raised her big eyes that had just cried and looked particularly clear, and then hid her in his arms embarrassedly, and refused to lift her head up.
He quietly touched and wiped his tears on Wen Qingxuan's white shirt.
Wen Qingxuan was so amused that although he had a virility, he didn't care about these things. All the robes were carved with a mantra of dust. As long as he recited his mind, the dirt on his clothes would disappear instantly.
Looking down at the furry little head buried in front of his chest, Wen Qingxuan raised his big palm, suspended in the air and hesitated and froze for a few moments. After all, he put his hand comfortably on the head of this furry meat ball and gently patted her little head.
The little girl is young and has thin and soft hair. For some reason, her hair is still a little curly now, but it is very smooth and smooth to the touch. Wen Qingxuan couldn't help but rub it several times more than he thought, and she was still reluctant to let go.
The little girl's furry head was rubbed very comfortably, and she rubbed her arms several times in Wen Qingxuan's arms.
Ruan Ruan misses his master very much.
The little girl buried in Wen Qingxuan's arms and said softly. Her whole soft body was uneasy in his arms and hugged her feet in his arms, leaning against her master's generous arms to keep warm, so that the little girl could feel at ease.
Wen Qingxuan sighed lightly, feeling guilty.
The little girl's parents died, and she grew up with her parents since she was a child. The Qiao couple had just left and worshipped him as their master, but he went into seclusion the next day and left her to a stranger to take care of her.
It's no wonder that the little girl was waiting at the door all day long, feeling uneasy and scared.
Wen Qingxuan thought of this and looked at the little girl's little face quietly leaning against his arms. Her heart softened and felt even more pity. She rubbed her hands several times according to her wishes.
The cold and cold Immortal Lord, who had never brought a child, held the little girl firmly in his arms, obeyed the little girl's wishes, and did not mention the matter of putting her down.
The man in white clothes and tall and tall body held the little baby in his arms and took her to say goodbye to Aunt Wang who had been caring for her for more than a month. He checked out with the owner of the house, walked out of the city gate with her, and got on a carriage provided by a chamber of commerce together.
……
Wen Qingxuan led her little disciple to teach her to practice while teaching her to understand the worldly customs and principles. Sometimes when she met evil people who were determined to plot against them and wanted to seize their property, Wen Qingxuan also stood quietly by, giving her little disciple more opportunities to take action.
Although he is her master and the closest person she is in the world now. Although Wen Qingxuan dotes on Qiao Ruan, since she worships him as her teacher to practice, magic weapons, robes, elixirs, and the things she gives her are all good things that are hard to find outside, but he is not prepared to cultivate his disciple into a dodder who only knows how to rely on him and has no combat power.
His disciples who Liuzhao are naturally worth the best. They can save themselves when they are in danger in the future without relying on others.
Along the way, tourists with a destiny can see a young man in white standing aside, while his sister or daughter is holding a small sword in her hand, fighting against the thief.
The swords and swords fought each other, and the silver light flashed.
The little girl is still so young that she has to seal her spiritual energy according to Wen Qingxuan's request, and can only fight with several strong men with tricks and strength.
Those who have been in business for many years and have seen many strange scenes can't stand it. They secretly scolded Wen Qingxuan in their hearts and said cowardly!
He actually let a little girl stand in front of him!
If you don’t want such a beautiful daughter or sister, you can give it to them!
Wen Qingxuan lowered his eyes and pretended to sleep, not caring about the opinions of others.
Ignore the whispers in my ears, and focus mainly on my disciple's moves and martial arts.
When the young disciple finished cleaning up, he took her away without saying a word.
……
Wen Qingxuan took the little girl to stop and walk, either in a teleportation array or flying with a sword. However, in just five years, the two arrived in Wuzhou and stayed here for the time being.
In five years, not only the little girl learned various magic under Wen Qingxuan's words and deeds, and her cultivation has been greatly improved. Wen Qingxuan himself also had a little understanding of this journey, and that barrier was clearer in front of him.
Anqi Town in Wuzhou is an ordinary mortal town, but it produces an extremely beautiful celestial yarn. While Wen Qingxuan took his little disciple to travel, the little disciple once glanced at the dress of a noble lady enviously.
Wen Qingxuan remembered it in his heart early. Thinking of his envious and fond eyes, he decided to take her to Anqi Town before her birthday and buy her a lot of clothes made of tinsil yarn to make her happy.
Before accepting an apprentice, Wen Qingxuan didn't know that raising an apprentice would be so troublesome.
Especially such a delicate girl.
I worry about everything and like a lot of things. I not only want to be greedy, but also like all kinds of unpractical things. I only have a beautiful appearance and want to buy everything.
Nowadays, not only are Wen Qingxuan's storage mustard seeds filled with gadgets that the little girl has collected over the years, but her own mustard seeds are also piled up in a lot.
Wen Qingxuan wanted to throw it away, but was afraid that the little girl would cry in front of him.
When he was practicing, no matter how strict he was to her, he never saw her cry. But Wen Qingxuan was so afraid that she would cry when it came to these irrelevant things.
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