The sound of the piano went from youthful to proficient, and it was obviously learned by Su Xuangang! And the sound of the piano has some soothing effect on the soul, obviously to help Chen Xiaowan practice.

Yun Qingyi suddenly felt that Su Xuan was not so bad that he could not be saved.

And this gentleness shown occasionally has a damn charm.

Yun Qingyi trembled for a moment, then went to ravage Xiumei again.

She kept telling herself that the man was poison, just take a look, but don't fall for it.

Time is like quicksand, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

On top of the peak.

Su Xuan sat cross-legged, with a white celestial harp carved with red Luan and white phoenix placed on his knees.

The gentle sound of the piano sounded.

This is the inheritance of a female spiritual master, which is ethereal and gentle.

A year of playing the piano has softened Su Xuan's aura.

Mountains, breeze, white clouds, sea.

The white clothes are flowing, and the black hair is spread out.

At this moment, Su Xuan really looked like a banished immortal.

In the distance, Chen Xiaowan held her chin and looked at it with bright eyes.

She felt that the husband at this moment was really handsome.

"When I become a heroine in the future, I will be so handsome."

Chen Xiaowan thought happily.

Just one song.

Su Xuan stood up, picked up the Bai Xianqin and walked to Chen Xiaowan.

"Xiao Wan, why are you so dazed?"

Su Xuan smiled softly.

In front of this little girl, the smile that had been forgotten seemed to become natural.

Even to outsiders, it still looks stiff.

But in Chen Xiaowan's eyes, she is the most charming.

"Sir, I want to be like you when I grow up."

Chen Xiaowan said.

"Then you have to work hard."

Su Xuan rubbed Chen Xiaowan's head.

"In the future, I will definitely work harder to practice swordsmanship, learn the piano, read, and read... to become as handsome as my husband."

Chen Xiaowan clenched her fists.

"Haha, sir, I'm looking forward to it."

Su Xuan laughed.

Later.

Su Xuan added: "Today, sir, I want to give you a gift."

"What?"

Chen Xiaowan said happily.

Su Xuan made a move with his hand.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword immediately flew out from the Shangqing Peak.

It was like a wisp of smoke, moving with the wind, and floated in front of Chen Xiaowan.

"This...is this?"

Chen Xiaowan grabbed it, but her eyes turned red.

She...felt a familiar scent.

"Sir, I may not be able to stay with you all the time in the future, but this sword can."

Su Xuan smiled softly.

"gentlemen."

Chen Xiaowan swallowed even harder.

She felt Ji Qingqing's aura.

And the next moment.

A small, fuzzy figure appeared.

She stretched out her hand towards Chen Xiaowan, who was crying.

"Xiaowan, I will be your sword from now on."
Chapter completed!