Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

Yuanjing.

With Jiaolong Villa as the center, powerful families of all sizes spread out.

Among them, the Wang family is the most powerful and the first family under Jiaolong Villa.

It is now midday, the sun is shining brightly, and the air is pleasant.

The first confluence city of the Yuan Realm, inside Tianyuan City.

Very lively.

Because today is the most well-known day of the year.

Compared with Qianjing and Desolate, the days of Yuanjing are more colorful.

Correspondingly, various days worth celebrating have also been derived.

And today is Yuan Jing's annual literary talent day.

This festival was proposed by the Wang family and accepted by Jiaolong Villa.

The Wang family was originally a family of literati, and of course the background of military power is also very profound, otherwise they would not be the largest family.

This Literary Talent Day is naturally to promote the style of literati, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and writing and ink.

The prodigal son walked down the street holding Lian Qingqiu's hand, also attracted by this special festival.

Early this morning, he finished playing with Lian Qingqiu and brought her here.

It happened to coincide with this so-called literary talent day.

He briefly asked the street peddler about it, and the peddler was surprised when he saw that he didn't know, but after taking the money, he still introduced it to him in a flattering manner.

After listening to it, he was a little surprised.

.This is not a simple festival, it is a very important festival.

He thought it was just an ordinary festival.

And the peddler also said that this festival can have great opportunities and great fortune.

Every year on the night of this day, the Wang family will hold a literati competition on the island in the middle of the Yuanyang Lake. Those who perform well will be rewarded, and even have the opportunity to enter the Wang family and receive key training, from pheasants directly to phoenix.

After listening to it, the prodigal son also became interested. He wanted to participate in this big competition.

He doesn't care if he is rewarded or not, the main reason is that he can use this opportunity to get in touch with the Wang family.

The Wang family is the closest force to Jiaolong Villa.

If I want to be an enemy of Zhao Anping, I will inevitably be an enemy of Jiaolong Villa, and this leading force north of Huaiyuan. At present, I am far from having the conditions and strength.

And I have to complete the task of unifying all states before I can get the God Emperor Kung Fu Art Spirit King Stage, which means that I must complete this arduous task with the strength of the ninth level of the Spirit Exalted Realm.

It's obviously not enough to rely on yourself.

"Master, I want that~"

He was thinking in his heart, Lian Qingqiu acted like a baby and pulled him back to reality.

Lian Qingqiu held his arm, with a veil covering her face, slightly raised her stunning and alluring face, looking at the prodigal son Miao with peach blossom eyes.

The prodigal son looked up at the direction her jade hand was pointing at, and saw that it was a small shop selling some small homemade items.

This is the outermost area of ​​Tianyuan City, so there are these small roadside vendors, and there are no more inside, only shops in the form of storefronts.

The prodigal son did not speak, and led her towards the small vendor's stall.

As he approached, Lian Qingqiu looked at the exquisite objects on the booth, and his beautiful eyes shone with joy.

She is like a little girl beside the prodigal son, or she wants to behave like a little girl.

This feeling of being like a little girl, the feeling of being attached to the prodigal son, made her feel very happy.

The prodigal son looked at the exquisite small objects in front of him, and saw that they were all hand-carved wooden products.

"Guest officer, which one are you looking at?"

the boss asked proactively.

"Which one do you want?"

The prodigal son turned his head and asked Lian Qingqiu.

Lian Qingqiu pointed to a small wooden flute, made of white wood, which was exquisitely made and placed in the center of the booth.

Seeing that he wanted to buy his most satisfying finished product, the stall owner also had a tinge of joy on his face. After all, who doesn't want to be recognized by others for their meticulously crafted products.

Immediately after he revealed the price, the prodigal son did not hesitate, and directly took out a spirit stone for him.

Seeing that the prodigal son gave out a spirit stone directly and very boldly, the stall owner was stunned, and his face was full of emotion.

He has no talent for cultivation and is an ordinary person. He can support his family by relying on this skill.

This spirit stone is enough for his income for several years.

Can he not be moved?

"Guest officer...I can't bear this."

"Take it, I don't need this one."

The prodigal son Miao naturally also saw his difficulty, and said softly.

Hearing this, the stall owner was about to burst into tears, so he quickly thanked him and took the Lingshi.

Immediately after picking up the white wooden flute on the booth, he was about to hand it to the prodigal son Miao.

But at this moment, a woman's voice came from behind.

"Wait a moment."

"Can you give this flute to my lady?"

"I can pay double the price."

When the voice came, the stall owner was stunned for a moment.

Lian Qingqiu immediately looked back at the woman who said these words, and the prodigal son looked back indifferently.

All I saw was a heroicly dressed woman with a high ponytail on her head and a heroic and beautiful face.

Not far away is also a luxurious spiritual carriage parked, and the groom's cultivation is in the spiritual realm.

Obviously, this so-called young lady must have a very distinguished status.

Facing the cold light in Lian Qingqiu's eyes, the maid who spoke also frowned slightly, and gave Lian Qingqiu a hostile look.

Being the maid of an honorable person inevitably gave her a sense of pride and superiority.

But after seeing half of Lian Qingqiu's face, she froze slightly.

When Lian Qingqiu was relaxing, her winking eyes showed coquettishness and tenderness, but when her face cooled down, it would also make people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After all, no matter how you say it, her face is that of the Empress of Fanzhou.

After realizing that she was shocked by the other party's appearance, the maid's face immediately turned into anger, and she continued to step forward quickly, and said forcefully:

"My lady has taken a fancy to this thing. Here are ten high-grade spirit stones, so I will take it as compensation for you."

As she spoke, she held a small cloth bag in her hand and handed it to the prodigal son Miao.

But after seeing Prodigal Zimiao's appearance and temperament clearly at a close distance, his expression froze again, and he froze in place.

This........

Why are the looks of these two people so amazing.

She was astonished in her heart, and for a moment she felt timid, and she dared not look directly into the indifferent eyes of the prodigal son.

It seemed that in an instant, he fell from the state of superiority just now to the bottom, feeling very ashamed.

But immediately, when she thought that she had a young lady behind her, she immediately became full of confidence and summoned up the courage to look at the prodigal son Miao.

He passed the cloth bag in his hand to the prodigal son Miao.

"scoff~"

Seeing this, the prodigal son couldn't help but sneered, and without looking at her again, he turned his head back, took the flute handed over by the boss hanging in mid-air, took Lian Qingqiu's hand and walked away.

It's not that he doesn't take this person or the lady in his mouth seriously at all, but that he really finds it quite funny.

In addition, his own temperament is also like this, so it can be said that he didn't pay attention to her so-called young lady.

After receiving the white wooden flute handed by the prodigal son, Lian Qingqiu immediately dissipated the coldness on his face, and returned to the original state of a docile kitten. The color of love.

So handsome~~~

She was crazy about it.

This kind of non-surprised, indifferent look, whoever sees it will not be confused?

It's as if it's okay if the sky falls, and he's holding it up, full of security.

Seeing that the prodigal son ignored him directly, the maid's face became even more annoyed, clenching her teeth, and the surfer said angrily:

"Stop! Do you know who my lady is?"

she snapped.

The passers-by and stall vendors around were all attracted, and the shop owner who sold the flute even showed a look of panic.

I don't know what to do.

A group of passers-by and vendors cast suspicious glances at the carriage, wondering who is the big man inside?

At the same time, he also guessed which rich boy the prodigal son Miao was, so handsome and aura.

Hearing the maid's scolding behind him, a cold look appeared on the face of the prodigal son, but at this moment, another clear and sweet female voice came from the carriage and entered his ears.

"Xiaoyue, don't be rude."

"Since this item has already been bought first, then forget it."

The prodigal son's eyebrows were slightly condensed, and when he heard the sound, he looked back, and saw that the gauze curtain of the spirit carriage had been lifted, and the woman sitting inside also revealed her dignity.

She is very beautiful, with a very beautiful face, dignified, decent, well-educated, quiet and elegant, and a lady of every family, this is the first impression she gave the prodigal son Miao.

Immediately afterwards, the beautiful eyes of this woman moved sideways, and they met the eyes of the prodigal son Miu.

A soft smile was slightly outlined on the corner of his lips, and he nodded slightly at the prodigal son.

Seeing this, the prodigal son couldn't help but froze slightly, which was really a sweet smile.

He also immediately dispelled the cold look on his face, nodded slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

At the same time, I thought to myself who is this woman?

Judging from her appearance and temperament, she must be a lady of every family, and she is not just a lady of every family.

On the other hand, Lian Qingqiu had a look of resentment on his face, his small eyes were somewhat resentful, and he curled his lips slightly, what did he want to pretend?

It must be because there are so many people now, and they pretended to be educated and reasonable because they were afraid of ruining their reputation.

And not as beautiful as myself.

"Here, isn't this Wang's parents' daughter, Wang Qinghan?"

There were many passers-by who recognized this woman, their faces were shocked, and they whispered to each other.

Wang family?

The prodigal son moved his ears slightly, his brows were slightly condensed.

Such a coincidence?

"The literati competition on Yuanyang Lake and Huxin Island is hosted by Ms. Wang. Ms. Wang is known as the most talented woman in the north of Huaiyuan. She can't help but have a very good cultivation talent, and her essays are also one of the few existences."

"I didn't expect that today I could see Miss Wang's honor. I have no regrets in this life."

"Miss Wang has lived in a boudoir for a long time and rarely shows up."

"It's really beautiful and has the temperament of a talented woman."

"Yeah yeah."

Passers-by whispered to each other, all cheered for being able to see Miss Wang's face.

"Tap Tap!!!"

The spirit carriage passed by and headed towards Yuanyang Lake.

The prodigal son watched the spirit carriage gradually disappear from his field of vision, and an indescribable color shone in his deep eyes.

"Humph~"

"It's just pretending at first glance, but I don't know what it looks like behind the scenes."

Lian Qingqiu murmured in a low voice, muttering in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

It seems that she is very displeased with this person who is a quiet, elegant and talented woman.

The prodigal son laughed lightly twice, but didn't say anything.

Lian Qingqiu lifted the wooden flute, played it a few times indiscriminately, and put it away as a treasure.

This is the first time she has received a gift from the prodigal son, so she must keep it as a treasure.

"Master, where are we going next?"

She hugged the prodigal son's arm and said sweetly.

"Go to the island in the middle of the lake."

The prodigal son turned to look at her, with a faint smile on his lips, and continued:

"Participate in this annual literati competition."

"what?"

When Lian Qingqiu heard the words, she let out an ah in surprise.

As if he hadn't thought of it.

It never occurred to him that he would go to participate in such a literati competition.

At least in her opinion, the prodigal son has nothing to do with the word literati.

"What? Can't you?"

Seeing her slightly surprised look, the prodigal son asked rhetorically.

"Oh, no, of course..."

Hearing this, Lian Qingqiu immediately showed a look of eagerness, and said coquettishly.

Although I still don't feel that the prodigal son is a literati.

Of course, the prodigal son does not consider himself a literati, and his main purpose this time is not to win the so-called literati competition or anything, but to get in touch with the Wang family.

Just like that, the two walked towards the island in the center of the lake in Tianyuan City while strolling.

The sky also gradually turned from white to dark, and a sunset glow appeared in the sky.

"arrive."

Looking at the misty lake in front of him like a fairyland, the prodigal son muttered to himself.

Looking up, you can vaguely see the islands inside.

Although the name of this competition is the Literati Competition, and today is also Literary Talents Day, it can be seen that from time to time there are strong people flying by in the sky, bringing their own juniors with them.

The prodigal son did not find this strange.

Literati?Literary?

Just a definition.

At first glance, it may be an opportunity for people without cultivation talent.

But, you can't even support yourself, and your family is poor, how can you be a literati?How to have this literary talent?

In the end, these so-called literati, so-called literary talents, are still these powerful people who occupy the title.

Really ridiculous and realistic.

Maybe you will say that even a poor and humble background cannot stop a person with aspirations.

But the fact is, because of innate external factors and the gap in external conditions, aspiring people have to put in more and more efforts to be able to compare with those who are full of innate conditions.

The prodigal son put his arms around Lian Qingqiu's waist, stimulated his spiritual energy slightly, and flew towards the island in the middle of the lake. During the flight, he could also see plainly dressed ordinary people with nervous faces on the only bridge connecting the two banks. Go to the island in the middle of the lake.