Chapter 279: sad

Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth touching the scene sad

At the same time, Bingqing Xianshan, the peak.

The bright moonlight fell on Shen Subing, she turned her head slightly, looked at Tan Yun, and opened her teeth lightly, "Master, after what happened last time, I realized that death was by my side."

"Master, you once said that you are not from this world, so where are you from?"

Tan Yun heard the words and stared at the starry sky, "There are some things that my teacher will tell you slowly in the future. Now is not the time to talk about it."

"Well, Tu'er remembered it." Shen Subing smiled and knelt in front of Tan Yun, "Master, Tu'er just got sick and stayed today, so I haven't officially thanked you yet."

"Teacher thanks Master for saving his life!"

Tan Yun smiled, "Get up, I'll give you a gift for the teacher today."

"Hee hee, okay!" Shen Subing's beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation.

Tan Yun flipped his right hand and handed a Qiankun ring to Shen Subing.

After Shen Subing took it, she hastily manipulated her spiritual sense into it, and immediately, she was stunned, "One hundred thousand top-quality spiritual stones!"

One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones are equivalent to 100 billion low-grade spirit stones.

"Teacher, thank you, Master, or Master, you know your disciples and know they are poor." Shen Subing jumped happily, like a girl in the age of cardamom.

"Master, you are so kind to your disciple." Shen Subing said happily.

"Fool, you are the only apprentice of your teacher, so you are naturally good to you." Tan Yun looked solemn, "Would you like to become a direct disciple of your teacher?"

Shen Subing's tender body trembled, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "My disciple is willing, very willing!"

Excitement filled her heart, and she felt that happiness came too suddenly. She did not expect that after more than a year, she would be able to become a direct disciple from a named disciple, skipping an ordinary one!

"Master is above, please accept the disciples three times!" Accompanied by the sound of heaven, Shen Subing kowtowed to Tan Yun three times in succession.

"As a teacher, I don't have anything to do for you." Tan Yun pondered a little: "As a teacher, I remember you said that your father was abolished and became a man with no strength."

"Let's do it, after Tang Xinying is sick and leaves, you can take my teacher back to your home to see your father's injury."

"No accident, being a teacher should allow your father to become a monk again."

Hearing this, Shen Subing, who was kneeling, suddenly raised her head, her delicate body trembled violently with excitement, and tears dripped while speaking, "Master, Master... Is what you said true?"

"Of course." Tan Yun said conceitedly, "No matter what your father is injured, there is a way for a teacher to let him practice again."

"That's great... that's great!" Shen Subing kowtowed, "Thank you, Master, apprentice!"

At this moment, Shen Subing had too many feelings in her heart. She really didn't know what to say other than saying thank you.

"Your body has just recovered, don't kneel when it's cold." When Tan Yun spoke, snowflakes floated in the starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, snowflakes flew all over the sky, swaying and falling, covering the bright moon and engulfing the stars.

"Master, it's so beautiful!" After Shen Subing got up, she stretched out her soft and boneless hand to catch a snowflake, and immediately, looking at Tan Yun, her beautiful eyes revealed deep gratitude, "Master, you are so grateful to your disciple. For the great kindness and virtue of my son, the disciple has nothing to repay, and the disciple wants to accompany you with a song and dance."

"Okay." Tan Yun smiled.

Shen Subing smiled and looked back abruptly, with a shy look on her face, looking at the Bingqing Palace, and whispered, "Qingfeng."

"The old slave is here." After a while, Shen Qingfeng stepped out of the hall door and bowed, "Miss, what are your orders?"

"When I was sixteen, do you still remember the tune I asked you to accompany?" Shen Subing pointed out.

"Oh... remember, that Misty Immortal Path was created by you, miss." When Shen Qingfeng responded, the Qiankun ring flashed, and a jade flute appeared in his hand, "Miss, can we start?"

"En." When Shen Subing nodded slightly, the soul-stirring Xiao voice rose up.

In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Shen Subing, who was as beautiful as a fairy, came into Tan Yun's field of vision like an orchid in an empty valley.

Her light and graceful, elusive and graceful dancing posture blooms in the snowflakes all over the sky. Between her beautiful eyes and hope, her red lips are lightly opened, and one after another, the sounds of heavenly songs are melodious on the top of the mountain:

"The road to immortality is a long way to the sky."

"The sunset is like a blood-red sky."

"Piaomiao Xianmen asks Xianjia."

"Cause and effect reincarnation is lonely."

"One leaf boat goes with the wind."

"Climbing to the top is better than oneself."

"The mystery of rebirth."

"Contempt for the mortal world."

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's like climbing the sky..."

The soul-stirring singing, the captivating meaning of the words, coupled with Shen Subing's graceful figure dancing in the snow and aura, draws a picture of a peerless beauty.

Listening, watching, watching, thinking about it, Tan Yunxing's eyes were vaguely visible, with tears flickering.

Because that long, long ago, when he was the Supreme Being of Hongmeng, his only companion, he also stood on the top of the God Realm and danced a song for himself in the heavy snow.

"Like...it seems...their dance poses are really similar, and their movements are almost exactly the same..." Tan Yun looked at Shen Subing dancing in the snow, and clenched his fists involuntarily!

Like, so similar, why is the dance between her and her former wife so similar...

The pain, the heartache, Tan Yun's heart is sour, like a knife twisted, he doesn't see Shen Subing's face, he will mistakenly think that it is his only wife in the past, and reappear in front of him.

However, she is not her, his own wife, who has been dead for too long...

At the end of the song, when the dance stopped, Yiren approached and said with a smile, "Master, what do you think? Oh, of course, if you don't feel good, you are not allowed to say it. This is the first time my disciple has danced for a man. "

Under the shroud of the turtle's breath and cold gauze, Tan Yun had already burst into tears. He smiled and said, "It's beautiful, it's really beautiful."

"Hee hee, master if you like it." Shen Subing was very happy.

"Su Bing, I want to ask you something for my teacher, and I hope you will answer truthfully."

"Master, tell me."

Tan Yun took a deep breath and said, "Did you make up the lyrics and dance?"

"Yes, Master, when my apprentice was sixteen years old, he made up this dance song on a whim." Shen Subing nodded and said, "What's the matter, Master?"

"Oh, nothing, very good, very beautiful." Tan Yun said after his heartfelt admiration: "Can you agree to be a teacher, this dance is not allowed in the future, and it is not allowed to dance for any man other than the master, not even your future husband. ."

"Okay, my disciple agreed to be a teacher, but Master, you are so domineering today." Shen Subing pouted her cherry lips and said cutely, "However, my disciple likes a domineering person like Master."

"I will try my best to be my teacher." Tan Yun smiled, murderous intent in his starry eyes, and said calmly: "Su Bing, I have to leave for a few days to deal with some things for my teacher. After finishing, I will come back to see you."

Shen Subing reluctantly said: "Master, you have to keep your word, you can't leave for another year or two, and the disciples want to find you, but they can't find you."