I Really Don't Want to Be the Boss

Therefore, after the two fought against each other, it was Yan Chixia who was the winner.

Xiahou swordsman became more and more impetuous as he fought, and his sword movements were inevitably a little messy.

In the end, Yan Chixia put her sword on Xiahou swordsman's neck.

"Yan Chixia, I didn't expect that after coming to Lanruo Temple, your swordsmanship has not been abandoned at all. Instead, you have made great progress and made further progress."

Although Swordsman Xiahou didn't want to lose, he was not someone who could afford to lose.

"Admitted."

Yan Chixia put the sword back into its sheath, and directed Xiahou swordsman.

"Xiahou, it's because your heart is too restless. You only care about competing with me for the title of the best sword in the world, but you don't put your mind on the sword, so it's hard to make progress."

If it was before, Xiahou swordsman would be very upset, because Yan Chixia not only won him, but also preached to him.

With Xiahou swordsman's self-esteem, he really couldn't accept it.

But now, after hearing Yan Chixia's words, Xiahou swordsman was not dissatisfied, but said melancholy.

"It was only yesterday that I realized that the No. [-] sword in the world I was fighting for was just a joke. I am too far away from the real No. [-] sword in the world."

"Xiahou, you have won the prize!"

Yan Chixia smiled lightly.

"Yan Chixia, I didn't mean you." Seeing Yan Chixia's appearance, Xiahou swordsman knew that he had misunderstood, and immediately explained.

"I'm talking about him!"

As Xiahou swordsman said, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Wutian who was sitting on the steps of Lanruo Temple watching a play.

"Yesterday, he made a sword, and I happened to see it."

"I have never seen such an unbelievable sword technique."

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia looked at Wutian: "Didn't you say that you have never practiced swords?"

"What I'm saying is, I know a little bit, I haven't specially practiced it."

Wutian said seriously.

Yan Chixia didn't speak. In his heart, he only felt that there was no sky, and it was even more unfathomable.

After swordsman Xiahou and Yan Chixia exchanged sword skills, it was getting late.

He bid farewell to Yan Chixia and Wutian: "Yan Chixia, Brother Heishan, let's take our leave first."

"Daoist Yan, Mr. Heishan, Xiaosheng bid farewell."

Ning Caichen also bid farewell very politely.

Although Wutian and Yan Chixia are not like good people, Ning Caichen is a scholar, and in most cases, he will maintain due courtesy.

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Wutian casually reminded them.

"There are fierce ghosts around here. When the two of you go down the mountain, you must pay attention."

"As the saying goes, the trees are full of shade, and they are either spirit or spirit. In this kind of barren mountains and wild mountains, there is no beautiful woman who is alone. If you meet a woman on the road, you must not dare to look too much, and don't go to talk to her."

You Wutian said such words in a serious manner, and the credibility is still very high.

Ning Caichen couldn't help being taken aback, Xiahou swordsman also showed a look of hesitation when he heard the words.

"Brother Xiahou, if we go down the mountain now, maybe we won't be able to get out of this mountain until it gets dark. Why don't we stay here for one night and leave tomorrow morning."

Ning Caichen took the initiative to propose to Xiahou Swordsman.

With Yan Chixia and Wutian here, there is still some sense of security.

It would be bad if the two of them were asked to fight ghosts in person.

"Alright, let's stay at Lanruo Temple today."

Swordsman Xiahou took a look at the sky and accepted Ning Caichen's suggestion.

Both Wutian and Yan Chixia had no objections to the two of them wanting to stay.

"Tonight, if someone knocks on the door, you must not answer it."

Yan Chixia told Ning Caichen and Xiahou swordsman.

……

into the night.

Wutian sat in the meditation room and meditated.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

During the daytime, Yan Chixia had only told Ning Caichen and Xiahou Swordsman not to answer the door if someone knocked on it.

As a result, at night, the doors of Ning Caichen and Xiahou Swordsman were not knocked on, but his door was knocked by a ghost.

Wutian felt a little helpless in his heart.

Then he stood up and came to open the door.

With his identity and ability, he is naturally not afraid of ghosts.

"squeak--"

After Wutian opened the door, he saw a strange woman with a beautiful face and a blue dress standing outside the door.

"Who are you and why are you knocking on my door?"

After Wutian opened the door, he didn't invite the woman in, but stood at the door and asked very directly.

The beautiful woman at the door showed a gentle smile and said kindly.

"I'm Xiaoqian's friend——Xiaoqing. Last night, I saw that Xiaoqian and Young Master had a long talk all night long."

"It is expected that the young master must be a learned man."

"So I'm a little curious about the son, so come and have a look."

After Xiaoqing finished speaking, she deliberately shook her shoulders, revealing half of her shoulders.

"It's been a long night, and I don't want to sleep. How about I accompany you to talk with the young master at night?"

"are not you cold?"

Wutian looked at Xiaoqing's half-smeared shoulders on purpose with a very calm look, and asked in a flat tone.

"I told you that I had no mood to sleep, and you asked me if I was cold?"

Xiaoqing was a little helpless, it was the first time she encountered such a situation.

Although Wutian's apparent age is only twelve or thirteen years old, youngsters of this age generally know about personnel affairs.

"Aren't you really cold with so little clothes on?" Wutian asked again.

(PS: Thanks to 'Heart Fluttering 2' for the reward.)

Chapter 7 How am I not as good as Xiaoqian

"not cold."

Little Qingyin gritted her teeth lightly, and said two words abruptly.

After finishing speaking, Xiaoqing tried her best to squeeze a smile on her face.

"Young master, shall we enter the room first?"

"Men and women have great defenses. Since it's not cold, why do you enter the room?"

Wutian's tone was flat, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to greet Xiaoqing into the room.

"Do you have anything else to do?"

"Nothing."

Xiaoqing felt that her mood was a little irritable, but she still tried her best to maintain a kind smile on her face.

"If there is nothing else, you can go away."

Wutian's words are very direct.

Xiaoqing couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "How am I not as good as Xiaoqian?"

"Xiaoqian won't knock on my door in the middle of the night." Wutian said.

At this time, in Lanruo Temple, there was a faint sound of the piano.

"Xiaoqian is calling me, let me take my leave!"

After Wutian said goodbye to Xiaoqing, he walked away.

After taking two steps, Wutian turned his head again, and said to Xiaoqing who was standing alone, a little annoyed: "You better not make mistakes."

"The two strangers who moved in today are nodding acquaintances with me."

After leaving such a sentence, Wutian walked away.

"Nie Xiaoqian—"

Looking at Wutian's figure, Xiaoqing gritted her silver teeth lightly.

However, she did not catch up after all, nor did she do anything.

Last night, Nie Xiaoqian and Wutian stayed together for the whole night. When they went back, Nie Xiaoqian became so helpless that even the dryad's grandmother couldn't do anything about it.

Therefore, Xiaoqing placed the target of suspicion on Wutian, and today he came here to test Wutian.

Facts have proved that there is something wrong with Wutian's identity.

Wutian's completely different attitude towards her and Nie Xiaoqian made her very unhappy.

Lanruo Temple, backyard.

Nie Xiaoqian gently plucked the strings of the piano in the gazebo by the pool.