Xiaoyu walked out of the flowers, took out a wooden sword and handed it to Jiang Lan:

"Have you experienced this time smoothly?"

She raised her foot carefully, as if she was worried about stepping on the flowers under her feet.

Flowers she cared for.

"It's quite smooth." Jiang Lan took the Mu Jian and said.

Xiaoyu was indeed waiting for him to help him bless the true meaning of the Dragon Slaying True Meaning, but she still felt inconsistent.

However, he would not refuse.

"Have you ever been to a prosperous place?"

Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu walked into the yard together.

"I've been there, and I bought something for my senior sister."

Jiang Lan, who was walking on the road, took out the candied haws and handed them to Xiaoyu.

"Canised haws?" Xiaoyu reached out to take two strings of candied haws, tried it with a smile on her face:

"So it's the taste, both skewers are for me?"

"Yes." Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

I didn't see any dislike or disgust.

Relieved.

"By the way." Xiaoyu looked at Jiang Lan and reminded:

"I'm really not a child. The one I saw before is the real me.

Now this is to facilitate going out.”

This Xiaoyu has already explained it.

only...

The way you eat candied haws is a bit unconvincing.

Of course, Jiang Lan would not treat Xiaoyu as a child.

He doesn't look like a child now, but he feels that his personality may be more innocent.

It looks normal, but I don't feel this way.

Cold.

Taciturn.

Keep people thousands of miles away.

"My junior brother has blessed the true meaning of killing dragons more than ten times. Do you want me to teach my junior brother Long Yu?"

At this time, Jiang Lan sat in his seat to bless the true meaning of the Dragon Slaying, while Xiaoyu sat on the side.

Hearing Xiaoyu's proposal, Jiang Lan nodded after hesitating:

"good."

He has learned some of Long Yu, but he has roughly understood it, but he is not proficient.

There are indeed some benefits after learning.

With Xiaoyu here, I can’t practice it, so it’s not bad to learn Dragon Language.

"Then we start by writing the dragon clan's writing. What we should have written at the beginning is not good, and the dragon clan's writing is more difficult." Xiaoyu said with a smile at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan: "..."

It's time to write again.

More than fifty years have passed.

Time cannot leave enough marks on Xiaoyu. Can’t we erase some unimportant things?

Jiang Lan remained silent.

Now he is blessing the Dragon-Slaying Sword Intent, so naturally he has no time to study.

Wait for next time.

He just came back and had a lot to do.

In the evening of that day.

Jiang Lan sent Xiaoyu away from the ninth peak.

When he thought Xiaoyu was going to return to Yaochi with his sword, Xiaoyu stopped moving.

Just stood there and looked at him.

"What did senior sister forget?" Jiang Lan asked.

"Give me back." Xiaoyu stretched out her hand and said to Jiang Lan.

This surprised Jiang Lan:

"What is the senior sister?"

"My Hanqiu Sword." Xiaoyu reminded:

"What you lend when you go out is borrowing."

I remembered it.

Then Jiang Lan took out the Han Qiu Sword and put it on Xiaoyu's hand:

"Senior Sister's Sword."

He didn't explain anything, he would have paid it back.

"Then I'm going back. Next time I come here to teach my junior brother to write dragon language."

Xiaoyu went to Yaochi with a smile.

Seeing Xiaoyu disappearing into the sky, Jiang Lan headed to the top of the ninth peak, met his master, and gave the master good wine and beef sauce.

Xiaoyu doesn’t hate candied haws, and the master doesn’t know if he doesn’t like them.

.

Xiaoyu flew all the way to Yaochi.

He bit the last string of candied haws in his mouth and checked the Han Qiu sword in his hand.

"There is no trace of using it. Is it because I never need a sword when I go out to practice, or is it embarrassed to use it?"

I was a little confused.

She really hopes that Han Qiujian can help Jiang Lan.

However, my junior brother was not injured and looked much better than before leaving.

Something should have happened, and it went smoothly.

After putting away the sword, she started to eat candied haws.

Is it tasty?

It's not that delicious, but she likes this little thing.

Maybe it was because no one had ever given her a gift.

Or there was never a suitable person to give her a gift.

Even if it's just a simple meal.

She won't want it if anyone else gives it to you.

The fiancé can accept it with peace of mind. Jiang Lan's kindness is not to let her down.

But valuable things have to be returned.

This is not needed.

...

"Master, drink." Jiang Lan stood at the top of the ninth peak and handed over the things to the master.

Mo Zhengdong looked at the wine and beef sauce and didn't know what to say for a moment.

No new ideas.

It's not new than his gifts.

He gave plant eggs for the first time...pet eggs.

The second time I gave Youye Flower.

As a disciple, he is a good wine, and it is a good wine.
To be continued...