She kept crying, and Feng Mingming kept comforting her.
It's not your fault. You can still control the young master if he doesn't sleep, right?
Ping'er was a little aggrieved by Feng Mingming's words.
But she soon adjusted her mood.
Maybe Feng Mingming was very busy, and after coming here to understand the situation, he left again.
Ping'er didn't even explain to her that an old man came here last night.
Sitting below, with red eyes, he watched the young master lying there motionless.
That night, Gu Yun, who had been lying on the roof, finally jumped down.
Looking at the food on that table, I took a few bites and set up a new table.
It's just that the table at this time only has two chairs.
Place the chessboard, sit there, and wait for the master to arrive.
Ping'er, who was sitting on the other side, felt even more aggrieved when she saw this situation.
Since that time, the young master seems not to like women anymore. He likes old men.
She has never seen the young master waiting for someone so seriously.
Even young ladies don’t seem to get this kind of treatment.
This situation went beyond her understanding of the young master, and she felt that she had done something wrong.
"Master, that old man..."
Gu Yun suddenly turned around: "That's my master!"
Ping'er was startled and quickly changed her words: "Young master's master, there is no way he will come today.
Didn't I tell you when I left during the day that I would only come back every few days?
Well, young master, he also left a book for you, meaning that you should study the book."
As soon as Ping'er finished saying this, she realized that she had said the wrong thing.
In this case, how can you say this?
Sure enough, after hearing his words, Gu Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, Ping'er is still amazing, I didn't even expect this.
Well, tonight, you should rest first, and I will study here all night."
Ping'er was praised, but she felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
Do you want to stay alone in an empty room again?
This made a little girl like her, who was just trying it for the first time, very uncomfortable and uncomfortable at all.
Instead of going to sleep, he walked to the other chair under the moonlight.
Lying on the table, staring at the chessboard in front of him in a daze.
She can play chess, and her chess skills are pretty good.
But she couldn't understand the chess game in front of her at all.
I don't even understand why I ended up in this position.
call!
Time passed minute by minute, and Gu Yun gradually entered the state.
He flipped through the book with nearly a hundred pages over and over again, and read it again and again.
Occasionally I played chess in front of the books and occasionally smiled.
The changes on the chessboard began to make Ping'er confused.
Under the black stone, the white stone suddenly exploded and disappeared from the chessboard, returning to the chess box.
When the white stone fell, the black stone suddenly started moving around on the chessboard.
You come and go, as if a group of people are fighting, falling into madness.
Then, the chess pieces shattered one by one and disappeared on the chessboard.
Gradually, Ping'er became interested.
What is this?
It seems that we are not playing chess, but a game, a game that ordinary people cannot play well.
Just like that, one was operating on the chessboard, and the other was lying aside, watching with great interest.
Both of them forgot to take a rest.
It wasn't until dawn the next day that I felt sleepy.
Gu Yun hadn't slept for two days and felt a little uncomfortable.
Ping'er was so sleepy that she fell asleep at the table.
After putting away the chessboard, Gu Yun just hugged the other person and walked towards the room.
The two fell into a deep sleep.
When Feng Mingming arrived again, Gu Yun, who had only slept for less than two hours, had already reached the roof and continued to study.
He seemed not to have seen Feng Mingming's arrival.
When he came to the room and looked at Ping'er sleeping peacefully on the bed, Feng Mingming frowned.
Ping'er woke up, saw the messed up quilt next to her, then looked at her intact clothes, and sighed slightly.
"Nothing happened to you last night?"
Feng Mingming frowned and stood beside the bed and asked.
Feng Mingming was a little embarrassed. How could he talk about this kind of thing casually?
"Ping'er, actually, if you think about it, why..."
Ping'er cried again and hugged Feng Mingming: "Young mistress, Ping'er can't do it!"
"Why, he didn't touch you last night?"
Feng Mingming felt that something was wrong.
According to her idea, this shouldn't be the case.
After a day of relaxation, how could Gu Yun still be able to endure it?
For a moment, she sat by the bed, patting Ping'er's back, feeling confused.
"No, the young master played chess all day last night."
Hearing this, Feng Mingming sighed slightly: "Okay, I understand, I'll come tonight."
Ping'er was slightly startled: "Young mistress, why do you miss the young master so much... This is not good for the young master?"
Feng Mingming sighed slightly: "I don't want this either, only in this way will his cultivation level increase rapidly.
I think you have also discovered that your cultivation level has increased rapidly recently.
This is because of your body's condition.
Just look at Wushuang and you will know that she probably won’t wake up this time if she doesn’t have it for ten and a half days.”
"Ah?" Ping'er couldn't react for a moment: "Young mistress is talking about Miss Wushuang..."
"She is in seclusion." Feng Mingming said with a slight smile: "What happened last time had a great impact on her.
When she wakes up again, her strength will soar, and by then, she will probably be on par with Yan'er."
After saying this, Ping'er opened her mouth wide with an expression of disbelief.
how so?
Does the young master still have such ability?
"Young mistress, will this have a particularly big impact on the young master?"
She thought about a kind of magic skill, especially when she thought about the young master's state these past few days, which was very abnormal.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to the young master.
For him, this is a kind of practice, but he doesn’t know it.”
"ah?"
Ping'er's eyes widened, and she just sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the possibility of this matter.
After a long time, she suddenly raised her head: "Young mistress, don't worry, Ping'er will work hard and make the young master successful in his practice.
Humph, it's all the old man's fault. If it weren't for him, how could the young master be like this?
I think that old man is the young master’s nemesis and knows the young master’s current situation.
I deliberately taught him how to play chess to influence the young master’s spiritual practice.”
"Old man?" Feng Mingming couldn't understand for a while.
What does this have to do with the old man?
Ping'er nodded fiercely: "Young lady, you don't know that since you left here last time, an old man has come to our place.
He was very kind to the young master and even took the initiative to teach him how to play chess.
It’s because of this that the young master doesn’t want to practice and is addicted to playing chess every day.”
At this point, Ping'er puffed up her mouth.
People stopped crying, as if they had found an outlet to vent their anger, complaining angrily.
Feng Mingming narrowed his eyes, imagining the identity of this old man.
How easy would it be for Gu Yun to recognize him as his master?