Walking up the wooden stairs to the second floor, Li Yun finally met the former saint, Fan Linglong, who had heard of it a long time ago and had "intersected" several times.
She is more beautiful than expected.
This was Li Yun's first thought when he saw Fan Linglong.
The woman in front of me was kneeling on the futon, wearing a simple Taoist robe, embroidered with gossip patterns on her waist, and her black hair was very long, several times longer than that of an ordinary woman. She knelt on the futon and stood upright. On the waist, the blue silk hair fell straight to the wide futon, like a black coquettish flower in full bloom, strangely beautiful, and even made Li Yun feel like he couldn't move his eyes.
Her hair is too long.
Smooth jet black, silky and supple, reflecting light, like a beautiful night sky.
She turned her back to Li Yun, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but from her back, Li Yunguang knew that she was a mysterious woman with a temperament as mysterious as the ocean, and dazzling and profound as a starry sky.
"Master."
Sage Fanqing called out indifferently, ignoring Fan Linglong, who seemed to be clasping her hands, and walked to her side.
If you change to another disciple, you may be waiting respectfully when you see Master kneeling on the futon, waiting for Master to sit up before going to disturb her.
Sage Fanqing didn't. He walked directly to her and glanced at her master with suspicious eyes, as if he was curious about what the master was doing.
Li Yun almost yelled out, Qingsheng, Qingsheng, you really don't understand the world at all.
But then I think about it, Qingsheng has lived in the Hidden Sacred Valley since she was a child and was brought up by her master. The two are not so much masters and apprentices, but more like mothers and daughters.
Daughters and mothers do not need to be so polite.
"sit."
Fan Linglong closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She knelt down on the futon with her hands folded. There was a statue of the Three Qing Patriarchs in front of her. A special fragrant wood was burning next to her. The curling cigarettes lit up, making the strangely long-haired Fan Linglong more sacred.
Li Yun felt that such talents were saints, not his sages who were expressionless and deserted all day long.
Sage Fanqing glanced at her again, and wanted to speak several times, but he seemed to see Master's expression, so he could only sit down in accordance with the words, and at the same time greeted Li Yun to sit down.
Strange to say, after Li Yun sat down, he realized that there seemed to be something unusual in the house.
The room is not big. A screen separates the inside and the outside. It is not clear inside. It is probably the bed of Fan Linglong.
Outside, Li Yun saw something that the outside world can often see.
Bookshelf, ipad, charging cable, mobile phone, Rubik's cube, building blocks, napkin...
These things are so incompatible with Fan Linglong, who has bizarre beauty and silky and beautiful long hair. Fortunately, Li Yun soon saw a lot of things for cultivation.
Small pill furnaces, primitive books, writing brushes, scrolls, spells, some strange bones, jade, etc. were also piled up on a mahogany table not far away, which dilutes the sense of violation.
Those Rubik's Cubes and building blocks, shouldn't they be the things that Saint Fan Qing played when he was a child?
Thinking of this, Li Yun's eyes lit up, and he glanced at the building blocks with interest, wondering if he would go to see later, and find out the toys that Saint played with when he was a child.
The toys of Lord Saintess are definitely collectibles on the outside.
"Master."
Qingzhu served tea to the two of them, and after taking a sip, Sage Fan Qing told her master to get up quickly.
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