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Although Cui Po had known who he had thought of, he could only ask in surprise: "Who is the old immortal? I will never forget my kindness after being given to him. Please tell me."

"I still need to look back and confirm. I will tell you in detail the next day." Ye Faji said with a flushed face. He seemed to be extremely excited. Before he finished speaking, he had suddenly left. His body was agile, and he was as fast as a phantom.

When Cui Po saw this scene, he was stunned. His heart was pounding and he was only a flash of thought: "It turns out that this light body technique actually exists, it can be real!" He thought for a while, his mind was shaking, and he wanted to chase him immediately and ask him to pass on this method.

After running for more than ten steps, he calmed down and regained his ability to think. He realized that his Meng Lang and thought that this Taoist priest would look for him again, so he suppressed the excitement in his heart and thought carefully about how to learn this wonderful method. After thinking for a long time, he could not understand the key points. He could only make up his mind and adapt to the situation. No matter what, he always had to learn it. He thought that he could one day be like those heroes in the world, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a thousand miles; and I had it with one sword, and I could not help but smile foolishly, and there was still a little calmness there!

After a long time, I woke up from the state of a illegitimate flower. I saw that it was red outside the window and the sun was setting. I thought that I had more than ten miles to go home, so I quickly packed up and went downstairs to the outsider of the village. When I passed by the small courtyard where the clan school taught, I suddenly saw a figure flashing, and a light yellow horn floated out from behind the peach blossom tree, which was vaguely what Sirong wore on weekdays. Suddenly I remembered something, so I walked under the peach blossom tree and called "Sirong" and saw a graceful figure turning out from behind the tree. A slim little face blushed slightly, but it wasn't Sirong who was?

Sirong Nian has passed the thirteenth year this year, and she is at the age of engagement with her woman. She was originally from a famous family and was as beautiful as a flower. Although her father disappeared during the war, she was very favored by her uncle and regarded her as a relative. Therefore, there are endless people who come to propose marriage. In addition to the famous families in Dingzhou City, there are also many families from Youzhou and Daizhou from a thousand miles away. The cousin Cui Ling also wanted his mother to propose marriage for her, and Cui Zhili was quite moved. Sirong was originally a girl and didn't care, but she came too many times. In addition, her mother was exhorting her to teach her, so she felt that she was really old and she must be married.

This thought was born, and Sirong grew up overnight, without the fun of the past, and never went to the well-known bookstore that she had gone to on weekdays again and again. But when she dreamed at midnight, the hand that the young man in white clothes stroked his braid, and thought about it all night and night, and all the time, he felt ache. When he saw the person who proposed marriage, he felt all kinds of fear from the bottom of his heart. He felt that although the young man in white smiled at him, his steps were backwards, and he was getting farther and farther away from him, until the bright eyes could no longer see it. Every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a sourness in his heart. He met in his heart, but was ashamed to see him. He could only wet the pillow again and again.

This year, Cui Po was not like the past, and when he left, he was often when Sirong was listening to the class. It was very rare to see him. Sirong could only wander under the peach blossom tree every day, hoping to see him. But every time he saw him from afar, he was panicked and afraid of seeing him. He always hid behind the tree and looked at the back, until he could no longer see it from afar, and then woke up, and began to annoy his cowardice, and hated his cousin why he couldn't walk two more steps to the tree and look at him? But he laughed at his thoughts.

The girl's thoughts are usually crying, laughing, or dazed, which makes her mother laugh and the maid laugh. She all said in her heart: "Miss is really grown up." But who can solve this kind of love between children?

Today, Sirong was as usual, and after class, she was silently ecstatic under the tree. She felt that the weather and peach blossoms were the same as last year. She just disappeared from the young man in white. She was stunned for a moment and never noticed Cui Po walking far away. She only woke up and realized that she was about to flash, but it was too late. Cui Po finally discovered the corner of her shirt.

Cui Po looked closely and saw that Si Rong in front of him was very different from the past. Although he was still the same dress, he showed a little charm in his shyness. With his delicate facial features, he actually had a unique and moving look. He secretly praised in his heart and teased, "My cousin Si Rong, after some days, he has grown into a great beauty!"

Sirong's heart beat when he said this, but his head became lower and lower, but he didn't say anything. There was still the naughty and lively look in the past. Seeing him, Cui Po thought, "The little girl knew she was shy." While taking out an ebony hairpin from his arms, he bought it after the last year's literary meeting, but this one was not handed over to Sirong for a long time. When he came this morning, he packed up his things and saw it. He held the hairpin in his hand and said, "This was originally bought by me with bonus after the literary meeting last year. I wanted to give it to you a long time ago, but I don't have a chance. Today is just right, please accept it!" After saying that, she didn't see her movements, just lowered her head, and didn't know if she heard her words clearly. She couldn't help but be surprised: "How come the little girl is so shy?"

He didn't say much anymore, and gently inserted the hairpin on Sirong's Sanya bun. He took two steps back and took a closer look. He also felt very beautiful. He naturally stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "It's very good, Sirong, I'm leaving. I have time to look for my stubborn one." Seeing Sirong just lowered her head, even her ears turned red with shame. She felt funny and couldn't bear to tease her, so she turned around.

Every time he walked away, Sirong's nervousness and shame retreated a little. Only when he could not see clearly from the distance, Sirong slowly raised her head. Just when she turned from behind the tree, she only saw her cousin's bright eyes, and she felt like someone had used a fixed posture. She could no longer move. Although she lowered her head, every movement and even every expression of her cousin was clearly clear. The corner of her mouth that was slightly raised when she teased, and the slenderness that stretched out when she wore a hairpin for herself.
Chapter completed!