Yue Huaqing's fan jokes

1. "Well ..." Li Meng gently shook his head and rubbed Xiao Huaqing into his arms. "There is no such thing. Hee hee, your master Zi Ying has always been this temper. He is always good to Qing Er. " Whispering softly, Xiao Hua calmed down, and Li Meng slowly raised Xiao Huaqing's head and looked at Xiao Huaqing with a slight smile. "Qing Er, promise your mother that no matter how difficult the road ahead is and how many obstacles there are, my mother hopes that you will always be so energetic and happy, Qing Er, ok?" ...... "Well, all right, Qing Er promised her mother." Xiaohua nodded, then buried her head in the dream glass's arms and rubbed it. After a while, it finally quieted down, leaving only even breathing. Dreams, accompanied by a small spell on Hua Qing's body since she was rescued, exist, but both she and her mother can only spy, but they can't untie the spell or even drink the dream.

2. In a blink of an eye, Yue Huaqing returned to the bamboo forest. Before thinking much about what her mother said to her, melodious piano music came from the path deep in the bamboo forest. . . . "This piano sound," Yue Huaqing knocked his head, and some people were surprised by the familiarity of the piano sound. Suddenly, someone is lazy and idle. It can't be that guy! "You're back," and sure enough, a deep, dumb male voice suddenly came from deep in the forest. Besides him, what other voice is so beautiful? With the slight leap of Huaqing, the whole person has fallen into the depths of the bamboo forest. The wind back to the cloud leans against the body, admiring her sandalwood piano in her arms, and seems to be in high spirits. Every time I see this guy, Yue Huaqing's mood will always be much better, only to see her flash her black cloud sword and say; Come and fiddle with my piano when you are free, and see who has improved in martial arts this time!' When the wind returned to the cloud to listen to her, he looked up lazily with a smile in his eyes, but somehow it was a strange expression; Miss Huaqing is naturally better than next, but don't be like last time! I don't want to take any more risks Hum, "Hua-Qing Yue remembered the last time she nearly fell off a cliff and was so angry that she said; Don't worry, I won't be as unlucky as last time, looking for trouble from others. That's natural. The wind returned to the clouds and jumped off the rocks like smoke. I saw him make a request, Yue Huaqing replied, and the two men had a competition. Yue Huaqing hit the backhand first, and the sharp sword light stabbed the wind and cloud. The wind returns to the cloud and the negative hand tilts, and the waist sword is instantly pulled out and cut to Huaqing in the month. The light of the sword is like a broken cloud, and Yue Huaqing counteracts it with a sword and turns over to practice martial arts. I saw the silver in her hand, and a clear cloud turned into thousands of light and shadow, and the wind returned to the stone and the clouds fell. The wind returned to the clouds and the sword floated in the air, and the sword formed a light curtain at an extremely fast speed, and the surrounding bamboo broke one after another. Light and shadow Shuer harvested a sword, and Yue Huaqing leaned over and jumped down, turned over the sword screen and went back to the clouds in the wind, and the sword shadow instantly stabbed like snow. The wind returned to the clouds, and luck split the sword, sweeping, reflecting a sword and heading straight for the moon Huaqing. . . . . . ! ? Only heard a crash, Yue Huaqing's sword Shur was smashed into two pieces, silvery white sword scraps splashed in the air, and Shur dissipated. Hua Qing, I ... . . The wind returns to the clouds, and I was surprised to see that Hua Qing's sword was folded in half by the light of the sword. Yue Huaqing saw that the sword was broken. She just stood there and couldn't say a word. This sword was the first one given to her by her master when she entered the mountain. She has been carrying this sword for many years, and has been keeping it well without any damage, but now it has been damaged by the wind and cloud. Huaqing. . . The wind went to the clouds to see her not talking, and there was a rare sense of self-blame on her face, and the inexplicable frustration in her eyes was clearly visible. Hum, "in a rage, Yue Huaqing abandoned her sword. Strong anger made her turn and leap out of the depths of the bamboo forest, leaving the wind to stand in place and return to the clouds until it disappeared at the end of the day. . . Attention; This paragraph does not belong to the same humanities as the previous one.