Long Aotian is not happy today

Meng Qinghe didn't know how long he stayed in the room.

He seemed to have been standing in front of the window, waiting from the bright sun until the sun was shining, until at this moment, the dark sky fell heavily, and the stars broke through the thick clouds, shining brightly in the sky.

When Hang Shi opened the door and entered, a gust of cool wind poured in from outside the door, breaking through the quiet atmosphere in the room.

Under the night, the young man turned sideways slightly, his back that had stood still for a long time was slightly stiff, and his handsome face seemed to be accumulated with lust, showing an unpleasant gloomyness.

"Meng Qinghe?"

The flaming sun that danced at Hang Shi's fingertips flickered for a moment, and the room was suddenly dimmed, covering the young man's knife-like eyebrows and eyes with a layer of dimness.

He was surprised and said, "You came...to find me?"

In the shadows, Meng Qinghe nodded coldly, with a somewhat unnatural tone, and said bluntly: "I heard people say that you went to find a ghost cultivator?"

Hang hour immediately understood.

Well, this is another person who hates ghost cultivators and came to Xingshi to ask for his sins.

"Yes, I found him."

His clear black eyes rolled around, and he suddenly took half a step forward, approaching Meng Qinghe's face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slyly said, "Why do you ask this, don't you... care about me?"

The handsome facial features zoomed in before his eyes, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes were like sharp knives out of their sheaths, but the eyes were soft, and the tails of the eyes sparkled with smiles and teasing.

Meng Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked away, but quietly clenched the hands hanging in the sleeves, and subconsciously touched his waist.

——I felt empty.

...Almost forgot, the Lingshui sword that gave him a sense of security had already been destroyed in the duel with the person in front of him.

The palms were empty, and the sudden tension in my heart could not be expressed, and it was stuffy in the meridians, like a huge stone pressing on the chest, and even my breathing became faintly difficult.

Meng Qinghe took half a step back, turned his face sideways, and said in a slightly stiff voice: "If my father hadn't told me to take care of you before he left, I wouldn't be bothered to care about your life."

His side face blended into the shadows, and I thought Hang Xiao couldn't see it clearly.

Ke Hangshi has extremely flaming blood, as long as he is willing, the fire can turn the blood into fuel, and light up two dazzling lamps in his pupils.

Seeing Meng Qinghe's reaction now, Hang Xiao clicked his tongue in his heart, feeling more and more interesting.

——I didn't realize before that his little brother turned out to be a tsundere.

With his hands behind his back, Hang Shi walked staggeringly, walked to Meng Qinghe's side, and put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "Brother Meng, don't worry, I know the seriousness. That ghost cultivator is not as scary as you imagined. To be honest, after getting along with him today, I think he... is pretty cute."

Speaking of the word "cute", Hang Xiao's eyes were smiling, recalling Ning Hong's words and deeds today, subconsciously bent the corners of his mouth.

Meng Qinghe's face sank, and his expression became even uglier.

"Do you know what ghost cultivation means to Galaxy Sect?"

He gritted his teeth fiercely, stared at Hang Shih with hatred, and almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "If you don't want to cause trouble, you'd better stay away from him from now on."

"Ah, ah, don't worry."

Hang Xiao didn't take it seriously, and patted the young man's shoulder comfortingly a few times, but was pushed away by Meng Qinghe's shoulder and swung away.

Hang Xiao was not angry when someone shook his hand, he just smiled gently and turned to light the oil lamp.

It wasn't until the lamps in the four corners of the house were lit by Yang Yan, and the small room lit up with warm yellow fire light, that he leisurely put his fingers in front of his eyes, opened his lips and blew away the Yang Yan lightly.

Putting down his fingers and looking around the house, Hang Shiu sighed: "This blood is very useful, and it is very convenient to light the lamp. If you have something to sleep in the wild in the future, you don't have to worry about not having flint with you."

Meng Huan's lips were tightly pressed for a moment, and he asked impatiently, "Did you hear me?"

"I know what you mean."

Hang Shi held the candlestick in his hand, and wrote lightly: "Isn't it that Xinghezong once suffered a big loss from Guixiu?"

As soon as this remark came out, the room fell silent.

Meng Qinghe's deep eyes widened in an instant, with incredible light dancing in his eyes, and he said in amazement: "You..."

Hang Shih smiled slightly, and before he finished speaking, he continued to say in a calm manner: "Three years ago, the chief disciple under the head of the sect attacked the suzerain, betrayed Xinghe, killed Xinghe in the sect, and killed Xinghe sect. Ten elders were killed by his hands. When he stepped out of the mountain gate laughing, the entire galaxy was unstoppable, unstoppable."

"This matter is rarely known among the people, but it is not a big secret to the high-level officials of various families and sects."

"As for this chief disciple who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, he is an authentic ghost cultivator. If you rank the strengths of ghost cultivators in the world today, he can undoubtedly be ranked in the top three."

After saying that, he raised his head with a smile: "How about Brother Meng, am I right?"

Meng Qinghe gritted his teeth: "...Yes."

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help asking: "How do you know this?"

——Nonsense, isn’t this cheating?

Turning off the branch outline of the original book temporarily called up by 025 in the field of vision, Hang Xiao said cheerfully: "Don't worry about how I know. There are so many people in the inn today, and the sons and young masters of various families are indispensable. Brother Meng, I will follow you Bet, I may be the first to befriend that ghost cultivator, but I will definitely not be the last."

"……why?"

"Because he has pre-booked the quota for admission."

After a pause, Hang Xiao spread his hands again, and added: "Of course, whether he will be treated coldly after joining the sect is another matter, not something we need to consider at this stage."

The candles were extinguished, and the breeze lingered.

In the silence, Meng Qinghe's handsome brows were tightly frowned, and he said in a low voice, "I can't figure it out."

After suffering a great loss from ghost cultivators, shouldn't the threshold be raised and such disciples should not be accepted anymore?

"Brother Meng, this is a signal from Galaxy Sect to the world."

Hang Xiao raised his finger, shook it playfully in front of the young man, and said earnestly: "This year's enrollment selection is larger than any previous one, why is that?"

"..."

"Of course, I want to use this to tell the major families and sects that the tragedy three years ago did not damage the foundation of the Galaxy Sect. They are still the most confident and powerful sect in the Southern Continent. The same is true for Ghost Cultivator. If it is now, the Galaxy Sect will never Announcing the rejection of ghost cultivators, does it mean that they are afraid of that villain?"

Hang Shi's voice is low, mellow and mellow, with a relaxed tone, like flowing water in a mountain stream, hearty and pleasant.

But Meng Qinghe stood stiffly on the spot, staring at a pair of lacquer-like eyes, with an expression of listening to heavenly scriptures in a fog.

Seeing that Hang Xiao stopped talking, he continued in a daze: "So?"

Hang Hour: "..."

Little brother, no wonder you ended up being the protagonist's little brother.

This brain is indeed only enough to call 666.

"So if there are ghost cultivators among the candidates, as long as their character is not bad and their aptitude is good, they will always be selected into the sect in the end."

Hang Shiu sighed softly, and said again: "I asked the waiter in the inn, and the ghost cultivator who came here recently is the only one, do you think it's meaningful to make friends with him?"

Meng Qinghe stood stiffly in place for a long time, and finally nodded with all his thoughts.

Just looking at his still frowning brows, Hang Xiao expressed great doubts about whether he understood and how much he understood.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Hang Xiao suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and said again: "Brother Meng, do you know what is a safer way for Xinghezong?"

Meng Qinghe shook his head mechanically.

"Of course it is to open the back door secretly and insert a ghost cultivator that is expected in advance to the candidates to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Meng Qinghe: "...Oh."

His voice was sluggish, his eyes were confused, and the sharp black eyes were no longer sharp, but full of ignorance, like a dark lake filled with mist.

Hang Hour: "..."

His smile was tense for a long time, and the corners of his stiff mouth finally fell down uncontrollably, and he let out a long sigh in his mind.

Finally, through the original text, I can experience the thrill of a resourceful and IQ-crushing personality.

Meng Qinghe, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, doesn't know how to flatter at all, making him pretend to be lonely in a majestic manner.

... Alas, it is too difficult.

Xiao Honghong is still cute, he misses Xiao Honghong a little bit.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Hang Xiao suddenly remembered something again.

He turned sideways and looked at Meng Qinghe carefully. When the other party turned his head full of doubts, he suddenly stepped forward and raised his hand to gently wipe between the young man's eyebrows.

"By the way, Brother Meng, your eyebrows are growing so fast. I haven't seen you for a few days. Are they already fully grown?"

A gust of wind blew up in front of him, before Meng Qinghe could react, his brows felt cold——

The young man raised his hand and touched it.

He touched his hands with thick black ink.

Of course the eyebrows didn't grow well.

He painted it little by little with scorched ink.

In order to be able to meet people, I painted for more than half an hour.

At this moment, the ink was melted by the warm fingertips, and the large smudges were blurred. With the movement of Hang Shi's fingers, it turned into a pool of dark circles between Meng Qinghe's eyebrows.

Like a funny panda eye.

Looking at the ink stains on his fingertips, Meng Qinghe suddenly recalled the anger he felt when he returned home after the martial arts competition and looked in the mirror that day.

He gritted his teeth tightly, the veins on his forehead tensed, and subconsciously gathered spiritual energy in his palm, turning it into a raging stream——

"Hang, Xiao, Shi!"

The author has something to say: Meng Qinghe: My eyebrows are bald, and they have become stronger!

I saw a joke about a typo in bs today, for example: dig out the shit, a big man, shyly treat cao, wring out the juice, cum all over the place... suddenly I feel palpitating qwq I have never made a similar mistake before, right? ?If there are any typos, little angels must remember to remind me!