He Adopted a Lively Female Disciple, but He Was About to Be Punished as a Disciple! ?

The fog in Hanchuan has been entangled for three years, and it has also entangled the aura of the two utensils. When Shen Qingci picked her up from the reeds, Hanyun Sword's hosta flowers always moved towards the woodcarving pen in her arms. She taught her how to draw medicine with a pen, and she accompanied her to use a sword to fight the fog. The whispers under the old locust tree were warmer than the spiritual grass. After a disaster, they lost contact with each other and were separated by mountains and seas. When we met again, in the warm light of Jiangnan Pharmacy, she was holding a wood carving pen, and her eyes were as clean as the unfogged river; in the cold wind of Qingwu Sect, she was holding on to the Hanyun sword, and my heart felt inexplicably astringent when I saw her. The utensils trembled slightly when they touched them, as if they were calling for something; the two looked familiar to each other, but they couldn't tell a word about their origin. What exactly is hidden in the fog of Hanchuan? Why is it like seeing you in an old dream? Can we continue to talk about the unfinished words? ——"Your pen is very special." ——"Your sword looks... Very familiar." (GL | Xian Xia | Using things to cultivate immortality | Two-way redemption | The mystery of the past | The sword and pen match) Intention: Missing is not the end of regret, looking at each other is eternal companionship.