Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Jiang Lang leaps to become the only disciple of huadianchuan. People are envious, but Yang is really happy for Jiang Lang.

However, after seeing Jiang languo follow zunshang, he looks at the huge Shangqing palace, and is in trouble again. Jiang Lang should not come back, so he is the only one left.

In the future, there will be a man behind huadianchuan. He will follow him and call his master with honey on his mouth.

Huadianchuan, who is cultivating one's moral character, is suddenly called out by Jiang languo outside the door: "master, I've learned. The tip of the sword reaches the leaf. I've learned it."

Hua Dian Chuan put down his pen and ink and said, "noisy."

But he got up and went out to the door. In other words, he did not let him down. He can always learn the tricks taught to him easily.

In this way, let huadianchuan have silk pride, and his disciples are really better than others.

But there is no Jiang languo outside the house. It is clear that he still calls his master so loudly. He frowned suspiciously and just wanted to call twice.

Ginger languid from the side to his body, will be behind a bunch of flowers in front of the flower Dian Chuan, "master, for you."

Hua Dian Chuan slightly raised eyebrows and eyes: "to my flower, I don't like this perishable thing."

"Oh..." Jiang languo is deliberately lost.

Sure enough, the man said the next second: "put it in the room, clean air is good."

"Good." Jiang languo said positively, then trotted into the room.

He found that Jiang's sword didn't come into the scabbard, but there was still a thin leaf on the tip of his sword.

"Just now, you just went to pick flowers."

Jiang languo only pays attention to the arrangement of flowers and doesn't notice the tone of displeasure in the flower hall. He explained: "no, I'm very serious in practicing sword."

"Seriously, the tip of the sword is always against the tip of the leaf. Even if you run over, you will not fall to the ground." Hua Dian Chuan slowly walked towards Jiang Lang, "Jiang Lang, you cheat me, I am very angry."

Jiang is surprised and takes a look at his sword. His expression of chagrin immediately appeared on his face.

He quickly tore off the leaves that he had stuck to the tip of his sword, but the glue he studied was really good.

"Master, listen to me."

Hua Dian Chuan squints: "all the moves you learned before are made by this kind of small trick?"

Jiang languo shook his head fiercely: "I just saw the flowers blooming today, I want to pick them for my master. It's a flash in the pan. I don't want to see the beautiful scenery like this. However, the master asked me to learn this skill within a stick of incense. I really have no way to use this crooked brain. "

"Go out, half a stick of incense. If you can't learn this skill, you don't have to go into Fusheng palace in the future." Huadianchuan's voice is very light, but it's very hard.

Realizing that the master was really angry, Jiang Lang immediately took his sword and went out. And should say: "good master."

When passing the master, Jiang languo boldly said: "master, don't be angry, don't frown. It's not good to wrinkle this delicate little face for me

Jiang Lang has been practicing sword outside the house, and huadianchuan is savoring his words. Huadianchuan has been quite white since he was young, and many people think he is incompetent because of his appearance. Later, he used his hard-working and learning strength to shut those who broke their mouths. Therefore, he hates to be told how good he looks.

However, if this is said from his apprentice's mouth, the mood seems different.

He doesn't hate it.

"Master, I really learned, you see."

Huadianchuan looks out of the house. Jiang Lang holds the sword and looks at the leaves on the tip of his sword, revealing a row of white teeth and laughing.

That looks good.