The heavy rain broke the peace of the mountains, and Qianmiao's heart also became uneasy.

After a while, he came back with two bottles of water in his hand.

Without wiping the rain on his face, he unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over to her.

Qianmiao was a little stunned and slowly took the water bottle over, a little lost.

"Drink."

After saying this, Feng Xian slowly found a spare dry towel to wipe away the rain.

In the face of heavy rain, towels are useless. His clothes are soaked and stick to his skin, making it uncomfortable for others to see them.

Qianmiao felt the same way, as if the wet clothes were not only torture Feng Xian, but also torture her at the same time.

The feeling of being neither up nor down in my heart was very uncomfortable.

Feng Xian just simply wiped his face and hair, then put the towel aside, and ignored the wet clothes on his body.

He looked at the motionless traffic in front of him, and then inadvertently looked at Qianmiao. When he looked, he saw the girl's intriguing eyes.

He smiled slightly and asked, "Why aren't you thirsty yet?"

Hearing his voice, Qianmiao's eyes slowly retreated, with his eyes a little hollow and a little confused.

She didn't look at him, but said, "Take off your clothes."

Feng Xian stopped expression, "Hmm?"

He suspected he had heard it wrong.

I saw that Qianmiao, who had recovered from peace, took a sip of water, and then, but still did not look at him, and said again: "Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing wet clothes?"

Feng Xian's dark eyes suddenly appeared as bright as stars, and a happy smile appeared on his lips: "It doesn't matter, I'll change it when I get to the temple."

What is it that she can think about him and endure a soaked dress?

Qianmiao glanced at him and said nothing.

A few minutes later, the road opened, and the road went straight to the entrance of the temple without any traffic jams.

The heavy rain just stopped, and the sky shook the clouds and saw the sun. The rain hanging on the leaves reflected the bright sunlight. There was a warm breath in the air, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to have a gust of wind and blow it well.

The news that Qianmiao was coming back had already reached the temple, and former senior brothers and sisters came out to greet him one after another.

They had endless things to say to Qianmiao, but they only dared to look at Feng Xian secretly. After saying hello, they did not dare to ask more questions.

They were full of curiosity about this 19th junior brother, but they also knew that he had an extraordinary identity and could not ask questions easily.

"Senior sister, if the master goes down the mountain to do good deeds, he will come back in the afternoon."

"Well, I know, you guys first go find a clean set of clothes to change it for him."

She glanced at Feng Xian.

Feng Xian didn't say anything.

"But we only have monk robes..."

Everyone looked at Feng Xian.

His forehead was faintly raised.

The group came to Master Songya's courtyard, Feng Xian entered the room to change his clothes.

As soon as he entered, Qianmiao pulled a few gossipy junior brothers and asked, "Senior Sister, is this the legendary 19th Senior Brother?"

"Senior sister, is it really difficult for him to get along with? I heard from my senior brothers that he has lived here for several months before, and has never eaten or done his homework with them once."

"So too. I also heard that the place where Senior Brother 19 lives is different from that of us. The treatment is only given by princes and nobles in the past, but how could a person like him become a Senior Brother with us?"

"Senior sister, come with him, are you two very familiar with each other?"

"Oh, of course I'm familiar with it. My senior brothers said that the only senior sister could get close to him back then!"
Chapter completed!