The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 621 Sick disciples don’t blacken (25)

   "You made a mistake in your previous effort, you have to be like this..."

   White-clothed Xianzun stood behind Yan Hanzhou, fingers that were more delicate and white than Hetian Yu, and at this moment they were gently placing gestures on the young man's arm.

  Because of such a close distance, Yan Hanzhou felt that the faint jade face flower fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the breath spread from the tip of his nose to his lungs, as if he was going to dig into his soul.

   Yan Hanzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was in a daze for a moment, almost unable to hold the spirit sword.

  Thinking that Su Qinghuan’s wrist was still on his arm, Yan Hanzhou didn’t know how to breathe again.

  ……

   "Han Zhou? What's wrong? Can you remember these key points that the teacher said?"

  Su Qinghuan frowned and gave him a surprised look.

   Knowing that the seemingly innocent young man in front of her was a peerless black-bellied big-tailed wolf at all, and even the sword stroke was deliberately wrong, she still taught Yan Hanzhou carefully.

   But even if Yan Hanzhou hates her no matter how much, he won’t put on such a thin lips tight, even perfunctory look embarrassed?

  This is too shocking!

  She is not a scourge!

  ……

  Su Qing’s words were caring, but it fell in Yan Hanzhou’s ears, but it made the teenager completely uncomfortable.

  He subconsciously broke away from Su Qinghuan's hand, and nodded anxiously.

  For a while, she didn't even dare to face Su Qinghuan's eyes.

   "Well, I get it."

  Because the young man was hanging his head, he was easily attracted by the bare hands raised slightly by the white-clothed Immortal Zun.

  A wind blows open Su Qinghuan’s robe, blowing a corner of the cloud sleeve.

  The little red mole under the right wrist of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable fell on this immortal Venerable, which seemed to have only black and white, and was carved like ice. It was a kind of silent charm and enchantment.

   even let him want to kiss him.

  Look at the red mole, is it also like this woman's expression, it can only make people feel endless cold.

  ……

  No, how can I have such terrible thoughts?

  He just...want to kiss her?

  Yan Hanzhou's body was stunned, and his eyes were incredibly light.

  Although she felt that before she was a teenager, the woman in front of her is better than being the immortal venerable who is preaching the Taoist deeds.

  But at that time, Yan Hanzhou was just malicious speculation.

   But when his eyes were not consciously attracted by Su Qinghuan’s skin, Yan Hanzhou almost instantly thought whether this woman had cast some spell on him.

  Obviously a few days ago, he still felt that the other party was so vicious, no matter how good his appearance was, his face was abominable in the dust.

  ……

   Seeing the boy's face turned pale and his expression was so weird that it was indescribable, Su Qinghuan couldn't help frowning even more.

   "Do you really understand? How about showing it again?"

  "……"

  Yan Hanzhou nodded absent-mindedly, no matter where he was in the mood to practice kendo at the moment, he subconsciously wanted to escape from this glazed mountain.

  The young man quickly held the sword and made a demonstration.

   But maybe because he really didn't pay attention to this sword practice, this time he subconsciously made the wrong action.

   By the time he reacted, Yan Hanzhou's thin lips were already tight.

  He has a wave of thoughts, clasping his fists and arching his hands extremely anxiously.

  "The disciple is ignorant, and he has made a mistake again."

   "This time it’s better than the last time."

  Su Qinghuan nodded at Yan Hanzhou. She saw that the teenager was uncomfortable. Although she didn't know the cause of Yan Hanzhou's anxiety, she didn't plan to continue teaching Yan Hanzhou swordsmanship in person.

  After all, this is a thankless job at all.

  She can't protect herself now!

  ……

   Seeing Su Qinghuan approaching, Yan Hanzhou’s eyelids twitched, subconsciously thinking that Su Qinghuan would come over again, hold his wrist and point his sword.

  Unexpectedly, the White Immortal Venerable stopped abruptly when he was still half a step away.

  At that moment, Yan Hanzhou's eyes were dark for a while, and he couldn't even tell whether he was lucky or lost.

   "Master? Is there anything else? If nothing happens...the disciple will go down the mountain and practice hard."

   Yan Hanzhou took the initiative to say his resignation, and his heart is now in a mess.

Suddenly, I didn't know where my previous wild thinking came from. When the boy lowered his head, he even deliberately changed his eyesight, deliberately avoiding the red mole on Su Qinghuan's wrist, so as not to disturb his mind.

  ……

Seeing that Yan Hanzhou took the initiative to resign, Su Qinghuan's heart was also loose.

  She persisted hard for a long time, and soon she was going to lose her strength and could not keep on.

   However, when he saw the teenager turn around, Su Qinghuan thought for two seconds, but still whispered him.

   "Hold on."

   "...Master...what else can you tell me?"

  Yan Hanzhou turned around hesitantly, his heart was messed up at the moment, and his eyes were not as dark and aggressive as before.

  "This jade slip is the hard work of kendo as a teacher over the years, and it is also attached to the true meaning of kendo as a teacher. You can take it carefully for details, and it may be helpful to your practice in kendo."

  Su Qinghuan said, and handed the jade slip to Yan Hanzhou's palm without refusal.

  The white-clothed Xianzun’s hand porcelain Bai Shengxue, and the shiny fingertips inadvertently swept across the boy's palm. Yan Hanzhou only felt that his palm was burned by sparks.

  He was slightly stiff, and his thin lips moved for a moment. Before he could speak, Su Qinghuan had disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.

  Even the gate of the Shangqing Palace was suddenly closed.

  Only a misty voice of divine consciousness was left in the air.

   "The deity is exhausted, I hope you don't disappoint as a teacher."

  ……

  Don’t... let her down?

  Yan Hanzhou held the jade slip in a daze. Even if he didn't use the divine sense to enter the jade slip, he could feel the extraordinaryness of the jade slip, and the faint sword aura.

  It can be seen that the swordsmanship in this jade slip is not extraordinary.

   In addition, it also attached a Yuan Ying great ability to repair swords for a hundred years, it must be an extremely precious and coveted strange thing.

  ……

  If Su Qinghuan deliberately took it out, it would make Yan Hanzhou a little more suspicious, but today he asked Su Qinghuan for advice on kendo, it was obviously his intention.

   Will there be such a coincidence?

  Su Qinghuan deliberately dug a pit, prepared to give the wrong sword tactics and let him go crazy?

The probability of    is so low that even Yan Hanzhou, who has always hated Su Qinghuan's bones, can't convince himself.

  ……

  Master, so what are you going to do this time?

   Thinking back to Su Qinghuan’s series of abnormal behaviors in the past few days, the young boy’s gloomy eyes deepened and deepened.

  If she has ulterior motives and conspiracy is very big, Yan Hanzhou is not surprised at all, he has already figured out the method of revenge.

   But if this woman is really ready to change her past mistakes?

  Does he believe her?

  ……

   Just as Yan Hanzhou looked at the jade slip in a daze, suddenly a small hand snatched the jade slip from his palm.

   "Wow, Junior Brother?! Master will actually give you Liuli Sword Art?"

  (End of this chapter)