What should I do if the heroine escapes from the book?

The cold plum blossoms are gone in the snow, and the spring breeze returns from the willows.

Before she knew it, more than ten days had passed. Xuanji was walking along the stream and humming songs all the way up the mountain. The snow has gradually melted, the plum blossoms flow with the water, the jasmine flowers blooming on the roadside have small buds, and the fresh spring breeze brings the sound of the flute on the top of the mountain, which is long and pleasant.

It's like the sound of the flute urging flowers to bloom.

The young master's uncle is playing the flute again.

The sound of the fairy's flute clearly has a lofty artistic conception, but when Xuanji hears it, she feels like laughing. She could even guess what the young master's uncle was doing at the moment. He was definitely not pretending to be literary and artistic, but just practicing the flute pitifully when he was forced by the sect master.

Where does the fairy mountain come from? It is a fairy mountain when my uncle is not here. When he is here, the mountain has a human touch. He is either being dragged by the sect master to practice swordsmanship, or being scolded by the sect master and calling him some bullshit. The dog jumped.

All the fairy flavor is gone.

The young master's uncle is scolded every day, but he still smiles every day. The sect leader's face is like melting snow, and he smiles more and more every day. Sometimes when he is scolded, he doesn't know whether he is angry or something... Xuanji occasionally thought of the word "acting like a spoiled child" and was so frightened that she trembled and didn't dare to think about it.

However, there may be fewer opportunities to come to the main peak in the future, and we can no longer see the sect leader and the young master's uncle arguing. Xuanji came to say goodbye today.

She has advanced to the golden elixir without knowing it, and is considered a very majestic power in the world. There is no reason to come here to do odd jobs. Everyone in the sect said that apart from the mysterious little master's uncle and the genius Chu Tiange, she, Xuanji, seemed to be the one with the fastest golden elixir.

This is the tower near the water. He often gets advice from the sect leader, saying that he is just a handyman, but in fact he is no different than a disciple, and of course he has a greater advantage than others. But there were many other disciples who worked on the main peak in the past, and no one was as fast as her.

Does this mean Xuanji is the most genius?

No, Xuanji knew it in her heart. In fact, the one closest to the water tower was the young master's uncle.

Every time you watch him do something, you can always learn something. Whether it's practicing swordsmanship, playing the flute, or even smiling while holding a book with a dirty cover, it makes people feel that there is something in this smile. It's like the mysterious way of heaven.

Then there was a breakthrough.

But in fact, the little master's uncle doesn't have a golden elixir himself, right? Too strange.

Walking up to the top of the mountain, I saw my uncle standing on the edge of the cliff playing the flute. The sect leader was in the pavilion on the side, standing on the edge of the stone table and drawing.

It's not those strange little figures, it's a spread-out landscape painting.

The painting shows the young master's uncle playing the flute.

The man in the painting wears a jade flute and a long gown, and is about to ride the wind back home.

Xuanji took a quick look without looking too much, and whispered: "Sect Master..."

I dare not speak loudly, for fear of the sound of the jade flute.

Qiu Wuji said lightly: "Golden elixir?"

"Yes..." Xuanji sniffed and choked unconsciously: "Disciple, disciple is here to say goodbye. The House of Internal Affairs will continue to select an outstanding disciple to serve the sect leader..."

Qiu Wuji laughed dumbly: "The golden elixir is so powerful, why are you crying? What a little baby."

Xuanji sobbed: "I can't let go of my sect master...and I can't let go of my uncle."

Qiu Wuji secretly thought that I can't bear to let you go. You are here, and we still have a secret affair. He doesn't dare to be too presumptuous. I don't know how much he will grow if you run away...

Well, just change someone to make the light bulb... But the little girl is very strict in her words. We often do some unscrupulous things here, and she probably sees it, and there have been no rumors outside for so long. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so honest and obedient...

Just as he was thinking about this, Chu Ge, who was forced to practice the flute for fun, finally found the opportunity to stop playing the flute and interjected: "I have reached the golden elixir. Do you have a mission to go out?"

Xuanji hurriedly said: "The elders have not yet decided whether it will be an external assignment or an internal responsibilities."

Qiu Wuji glared at Chu Ge and asked kindly: "Which one do you want?"

"Disciple doesn't know. Disciple, disciple actually wants to serve the sect master."

"...You don't mean what you say."

"Really, you'll have a bad mouth if you tell lies!"

Qiu Wuji thought for a while: "I'm afraid there will be a war soon. The situation will be very different from the past when we were sent to slay demons or gain experience, and the danger will be doubled. Everyone below the Nascent Soul in the sect should shrink back to the mountain, let alone When it’s time to go abroad, you might as well do a job inside the door..."

Yunji Sect is a huge sect, with numerous responsibilities within the sect and many external properties. It is so fat that Qiu Wuji can be called one of the biggest rich women in the world. It's just that she has a pure mind, so she doesn't look like a rich woman... Well, actually, you can see that there is a whole mountain range on her face...

After saying this, he basically wanted to give the little girl a lot of money but little work. I thought the little girl would be happy, but Xuanji muttered for a long time and actually said: "Can the disciple continue to be here..."

Qiu Wuji blinked his eyes and thought to himself, if you fall in love with your little master uncle, then let alone whether to keep you or not, I have to throw you away first...

But Xuanji said sheepishly: "I know it's a bit too much, but Master, I am also a cultivator... This, here is actually the best place to practice..."

Qiu Wuji's eyes became a little wandering. So the little girl is a cultivator who is dedicated to the Tao, but I am a layman who messes with the world, right?

Seeing Qiu Wuji's strange expression, Xuanji mustered up her courage: "Sect Master, I won't talk nonsense!"

"Whoosh!" The little girl was coiled into a cross-sitting position and thrown out of the mountain.

Chu Ge: "..."

Qiu Wuji blushed and gritted his teeth: "It's all you!"

"I didn't say anything..." Chu Ge laughed: "Having said that, let's keep her here and get used to it. There are indeed many problems with a new person... Hey, talk nicely and don't be jealous."

Qiu Wuji pouted: "Who is jealous of you...and got vaccinated..."

Chu Ge just looked at her sideways and said nothing.

Qiu Wuji was very shameless and said expressionlessly: "Are you a jealous person? Why would there be so many problems with a new person? Why am I still afraid of people telling me that I am innocent?"

Chu Ge whispered: "Stop pretending, even if it's Xuanji, we have to hide in front of her. Let's change it to someone else, even if the act of hiding itself is... Or simply don't want people, if you must, let's keep acquaintances... …”

Not to mention hiding, just looking at their daily interactions, they don't look like a master and a disciple. Just the picture of Chu Ge playing the flute she drew right now would make others feel dissatisfied and growl when they see it. Qiu Wuji sniffed and was forced to admit that he had now been reduced to the point where he needed acquaintances to keep watch in order to maintain the majesty of the principal...

"Xuanji!"

Xuanji flew back from the mountain with a "whoosh" and looked at the sect leader's expression carefully.

"You will still be taking care of me from now on... Spring is here, take more care of the flowers. There are quite a lot of strange things here. I wouldn't trust them if they were handed over to a newcomer."

Xuanji was overjoyed: "Yes! Sect Master! The disciple must take good care of me!"

"Okay, okay, go ahead and don't bother me painting." Qiu Wujisheng waved his hand helplessly.

Xuanji ran away happily.

Qiu Wuji looked at the happy back of the little girl. In fact, he was in a good mood, but he could only sigh: "It's all you who ruined my reputation... How will I see anyone in the future..."

Chu Ge was very aware of her little mouth and didn't reply. He just came forward with a smile and lowered his head to look at the painting.

It's a bit surprising at first glance.

This long green robe, playing the jade flute horizontally, and the way his hair is tied up is really handsome. No matter how beautiful the short-haired Hanfu in today's world is, it still lacks this kind of flavor.

Especially in the fairy mountain in the background, the clouds and mist are gentle and deep, and a corner of the eaves can be vaguely seen behind, hiding the hazy flower stamens.

There is absolutely no problem in saying that this is a picture of an immortal.

Is this me?

Chu Ge was in a daze for a moment, and turned to look at Qiu Wuji, whose eyes were also somewhat nostalgic.

What did you say when you first took a photo in a modern photo studio?

That kind of curtain-covered fairyland is fake.

When can I take photos in Yunji Mountain, it will be real.

Looking back suddenly, it was a long time ago... I can't seem to remember what I was feeling at that time.

"We made it happen." Chugo whispered.

Wu said nothing about the topic, but Qiu Wuji had a clear understanding and knew that what he said and what he thought must be the same thing.

Her cheeks also turned a little crimson, and she said "hmm" softly.

Chu Ge gently held her hand and whispered: "I write about you and you draw about me. Each is the protagonist of the other's work. Does this count as equal?"

Qiu Wuji was stunned for a moment, thinking that this idea was interesting, and chuckled, "I'll wait until I can control you."

Chu Ge said with a shy face: "You can control me now. If you want me to practice swordsmanship, I will practice swordsmanship. If you want me to play the flute, I will play the flute."

"How can it be the same... when you manipulate me..." Qiu Wuji blurted out something to respond, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt a little sloppy, so he changed his words: "Have you practiced your sword today? Keep practicing! You can't even compare with practicing. It’s so embarrassing to go to Xuanji.”

Chu Ge smiled and said nothing.

Qiu Wuji's face turned redder and redder. He packed up the pens and papers on the table in a panic, left the pavilion, and ran back to the wooden house.

Ignore him.

When I arrived inside the house, the spring breeze blew by, rustling the pages on the table. Qiu Wuji looked over and saw the illustrations in the book at a glance, which was really embarrassing.

Qiu Wuji bitterly went over and grabbed the paperweight and pressed it on the page.

What a broken book.

What a broken wind.

It makes people upset.

Spring is here...

Qiu Wuji turned around and looked at his drapery, swaying in the spring breeze.

If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?