Chapter 587: Girl Mind

With Chen Xinglie's assurance, Xiang Wenqing and others also left contentedly.
Before leaving, Xiang Wenqing still looked down and asked Chen Xinglie for a calligraphy about Xundao Mountain.
Chen Xinglie is naturally not stingy about this, and it takes a few tens of seconds. After he finished writing, he waved his hand to Xiang Wenqing, quite like a calligraphy writer.
Xiang Wenqing didn't express any dissatisfaction with this. In his opinion, it is normal for a writer to be a little bit small.
At least, this Chen Zhuanfeng would only have a little emotion when writing calligraphy, and at other times he was very rational and harmonious.
Xiang Wenqing is still very satisfied that this new worshiper can serve as the worship for the cultural education of the descendants of Xundaozong.
Seeing the elders enshrining and leaving, Shen Qiuyu and Xue Gang, who had been standing by, stepped forward and stood in front of Chen Xinglie.
Chen Xinglie turned his head and glanced at the two of them, only to see that both of them looked like an idol in his heart.
Especially Shen Qiuyu's bright eyes, even with gleaming crystals, made Chen Xinglie feel a little dazzling.
Without waiting for Chen Xinglie to speak, Shen Qiuyu said first: "Brother Chen, can I call you that way in the future?"
What is difficult to conceal in the tone is a bit of loss and hesitation.
Chen Xinglie smiled and nodded: "We are all different, and worship is just a fictitious name. You and I have known each other a long time ago, so naturally you don't need to remember the name of the worship, what you should call or how to call it."
"Really? That's great!"
"Brother Chen, can you also write a word for me?"
Shen Qiuyu said in surprise, saying that he was still a little bit shy behind.
Xue Gang on the side smiled in his heart as he watched, that his junior sister was not saved, and it seemed that she had fallen completely.
But now I take a closer look. This Chen Xinglie Chen Daoyou has a good skin. If his appearance can be used as a weapon, then the Chen Daoyou's appearance is also a weapon of the first level.
Not only is his face value, he is also proficient in poetry and poetry, and is also good at calligraphy. Now he has become the worship of his own Taoist school.
This man, who seems to be not much older than himself, can be called the pride of heaven, right?
When Chen Xinglie heard Shen Qiuyu's words, he smiled and asked, "What do you want to write?"
A smiling question from Chen Xinglie interrupted Xue Gang's thoughts.
He glanced at Chen Xinglie again, with a bit of envy in his eyes, but there was no jealousy that coexisted with envy.
As a land immortal realm, Chen Xinglie's eyes were naturally sharp, and he clearly saw the envy in Xue Gang's eyes. He smiled a few times in his heart without saying anything, not even a little strange.
Shen Qiuyu's complexion was a little reddish, her hands were put together, and her two thumbs kept staggered and circled, before she spoke for a long time, "write...write that..."
"Which one?"
There was a slight smile in Chen Xinglie's tone.
He is not stupid, he naturally knows what this girl wants to write for her, which can be regarded as knowingly asking.
Shen Qiuyu seemed to perceive the smile in this brother Chen's tone, and his face turned redder.
After being silent for a while again, he said, "Write the two poems that Brother Chen told me before!"
After speaking, he lowered his head and stopped speaking, but the reddish color on the neck indicated that this girl was extremely shy at this time.
Xue Gang frowned when he looked at it, and he seemed to smell a bit of sourness.
If someone from Chen Xinglie's previous life was present, he would definitely tell him that this is the sour smell of love!
"Haha!"
Chen Xinglie let out a kind laugh.
Start holding the pen, dip the ink, and drop the pen.
After the fresh rain in the empty mountain, the weather came late to autumn.
Ten words quickly appeared on the white paper in front of them.
After waiting for a while, when the ink dries up, Chen Xinglie picked up the white paper with both hands and nodded in satisfaction.
Calligraphy, what is calligraphy.
Every time I write the pen, the feelings of the person and the thing written are different.
If the feelings expressed every time the pen is the same, then this person who writes calligraphy can hardly be called the name of the master of calligraphy.
It is different from the majesty of Wu before asking Elder Wu about the law, and it is also different from the majestic majesty of Xundao Mountain.
After the fresh rain in the empty mountain, the weather came late to autumn.
These ten characters represent only Chen Xinglie's own sigh for Shen Qiuyu's poetic name.
Of course, these short ten words seemed to Shen Qiuyu, a twenty-year-old little girl, no less than a love word or a love letter written by a sweetheart.
"Qiu Yu, here you are."
Chen Xinglie's voice interrupted Shen Qiuyu's thoughts and pulled her mind back to reality.
Shen Qiuyu's heart was shocked when he received the white paper with ten large black letters on it from Chen Xinglie.
Pull out the white paper and carefully observe the ten characters on it.
Just by looking at it, it seems that I can feel what this big brother Chen means to me in these ten characters.
Between the siblings, there is something beyond.
For a while, Shen Qiuyu couldn't figure out what this Big Brother Chen meant.
Is this interesting to yourself, or boring?
Although he wanted to know the answer, Shen Qiuyu still failed to ask the question in his heart because of the shyness of a young girl.
The so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, but Xue Gang on the side sees some meaning.
This Chen Xinglie, Chen worship, obviously has something to worry about, so he took the stage of putting him aside.
Although Xue Gang has never talked about love, he can still understand this kind of simple life.
Xue Gang glanced at the gradually dimming sky outside the hall, and it sounded that before the Sect Master left, he had told him to inform all the descendants of the Zong Sect that they would all go to the hall of school tomorrow.
The so-called school hall is a place where the elders of the sect and even the sect master will occasionally show up to teach and practice for those descendants of the sect.
Now this place is where Chen Xinglie teaches them cultural education.
Thinking of this, Xue Gang suddenly said: "Chen Daoyou, Junior Sister, I'm leaving first, and I have to finish what the Sect Master explained. You talk slowly."
Xue Gang didn't wait for any reaction from the two of them after speaking, and quickly turned and walked outside the hall.
The sour smell in this hall made him a little uncomfortable.
"Ah? Oh!" Shen Qiuyu was taken aback, feeling a little more nervous in her heart.
Chen Xinglie knew that he would be very embarrassed to stay with Shen Qiuyu, a girl who liked him a little.
It was also wisely speaking: "If that's the case, then let's go away. I also have to go to the residence just arranged for me by the master to tidy up."
"Brother Chen, I'll go with you, I'll take you there, you definitely don't know the way the first time you come to Seek Taozong!"
Shen Qiuyu suddenly spoke after hearing this.
With a reddish face, she looked even more charming under the ray of sunset shining through the windows of the main hall.