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"You're welcome." Miao Yan said softly.

She was wearing a long dress with green lake water, sitting on the edge of the terrace, behind her was the sea of ​​clouds dyed red by the sunset.

Pentium day and night, never stop.

The beauty's eyelashes are drooping, and there is a just right smile on the corner of her mouth. The arm veil is blown by the breeze, and she is as beautiful as a painting.

There are no other people in the painting.

The terrace was bursting with laughter, and her side was empty and lonely, with only an anemone in a pot of water.

Most of the nuns don't like her.No one naturally likes to be a foil, to be the green leaves against the red flowers.

The difference is that most people are cordial and warm to her on the surface, while Chen Hongzhu and a very small number of people dare to write their likes and dislikes on their faces, not afraid of being judged and jealous.

When Song Qianji and Miao Yan spoke the first sentence, Chen Hongzhu noticed it first.

Immediately, her face changed, she ignored the people around her asking for her opinion, she got up and walked over directly.

Feng Ziyi also stood up, and the white tiger wagged its tail and followed her closely.

They all know Song Qianji's famous saying.Miao Yan knew it herself.

Song Qianji knew that Miao Yan knew, and dared to talk to her?Aren't you afraid that she will take the opportunity to make things difficult for you when you send it to your door like this?

The two felt that something big was going to happen, so they hurried over, but only heard them say "thank you" and "you're welcome" to each other.

Chen Hongzhu was at a loss, what's the situation?

Feng Ziyi thought, did Miaoyan not recognize Song Qianji and thought he was here to strike up a conversation with her?

In fact, Miaoyan has a very good memory, and people who have seen it have a photographic memory.As early as when Song Qianji walked into the terrace, he recognized him.

——The little disciple from the outer sect who met face to face on the passing water bridge has recently become famous.

It would undoubtedly be offensive and irritating for other young monks to directly lift the gauze curtain and barge into the gathering place of the nuns.

But this person did it, but it seemed to be natural and smooth.

The female cultivator with the most domineering temper didn't blame him, but explained for him.

Miao Yan knew at first sight that this person didn't like her.

Unlike some people who love beauty in their hearts, but say that everything is empty.

When this person said he was bad, he really felt bad, and he didn't mean to be grandstanding.

When he looked at the lotus, his eyes were as clear as a spring, with a smile on his mouth and a gentle temperament.

When he looked up and saw his own face, he immediately became cold.

This made Miao Yan slightly uncomfortable, even unconvinced.

So she said: "If you like this Hantan silver lotus, I still have one in my bamboo house, how about giving it to you?"

She shouldn't have said that.As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately felt regretful.

For the first time, Chen Hongzhu and Feng Ziyi, who were at odds with each other, had a tacit understanding.

They looked at each other and saw the same shock on each other's faces.

Is this still Miaoyan?Miao Yan would never give anything to others, let alone show favor to any young monk.

Song Qianji said, "Thank you fairy, there's no need."

He doesn't plan to plant spiritual plants for the time being, and he doesn't have a cold spar in his hand.

These flowers and plants need to be protected by the glass cover engraved with the spirit gathering array. They are beautiful but cold and lack natural vitality.

Song Qianji said goodbye.Miao Yan's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Chen Hongzhu and Feng Ziyi saw that he didn't miss him, so they couldn't help showing expressions of hell.

Miaoyan was rejected?The most dignified beauty in the cultivation world, was rejected by the outer disciples of Huawei Sect?

Will anyone believe it?

Chen Hongzhu couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh!

This extremely hypocritical woman wearing a mask should have tasted the feeling of hitting a wall long ago.

She gloated and thought, look, not everyone in the world is a green-shell bastard, and they are willing to fall into your urn.

But looking at the lonely silhouette under the beautiful smoke and sunset, for some reason, I feel a little pitiful for her.

"Wait." Feng Ziyi called to stop Song Qianji, struggling, "Are you leaving now? Aren't you here to see the flowers?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "I've finished watching."

To Feng Ziyi's surprise, this person's attitude was still very polite.Even when she rejected Miaoyan just now, it seemed that she had no personal likes and dislikes, but simply because she "doesn't need it".

Feng Ziyi rolled her eyes and found the topic:

"Where was the man who was with you by Yaoguang Lake that day? Why didn't you see him today?"

"He is taking part in the military test downstairs." Song Qianji replied.

"Which station?" Chen Hongzhu stopped looking at Miaoyan, and walked back to the group of female cultivators, "Let's take a look."

Song Qianji walked to the balcony railing and pointed to the arena where Meng Heze was: "It's right there."

A group of female cultivators looked around enthusiastically, but were a little disappointed when they saw it clearly.

The young man combed a high ponytail, wore a dark blue coarse cloth robe, and held a rough low-level sword. Although he looked heroic, he was in an embarrassing situation and his whole body was scarred.

His opponent was tall, almost nine feet tall, and when he swung a Fenglei epee with tremendous force, he would tremble three times when he cut down the ring with a protective formation.

"Is he about to lose?" Feng Ziyi regretted, "It doesn't matter, the prizes for the fourth round are already pretty good."

Chen Hongzhu said: "He has bad luck in signing. The opponent is half a realm higher than him, with sufficient aura and solid foundation."

"No, he won soon." Song Qianji said.

The girls obviously didn't believe it, and laughter sounded one after another.

Seeing that Song Qianji was a friend of Chen Hongzhu and Feng Ziyi's face, everyone didn't make any mockery.

And since he came in, he only looked at the flowers and not the people, and he never struck up a conversation indiscriminately, which made many girls feel appropriate.

Many beauties seem unattainable, but in fact, as long as they are not greasy, narcissistic, smart, and get along with each other with a normal heart, they can already beat 90.00% of the "fairy talents" who feel good about themselves, and get the evaluation of "not bad". .

"Although I'm a medical practitioner and don't know how to fight, I can also see that he is being suppressed and beaten. How can he win?" a female cultivator asked.

She was not afraid of being ridiculed for her shallow eyesight, and directly asked the questions that everyone wanted to know.

On the ring, half of Meng Heze's sleeve was stained red with blood, and he dodged left and right in embarrassment, only using light body skills to deal with it, as if he was powerless to fight back.

On the other hand, his face was ruddy, and when the epee was swung, thunder flashed and the wind howled, like a tiger playing a rabbit.

Song Qianji said: "After three moves, he will surely turn defeat into victory."

Chen Hongzhu looked at it intently, and found that although Meng Heze was retreating, his dodging steps were not chaotic, more like acting flustered, and he was able to avoid the sword's edge just right every time.

On the contrary, his opponent was panting like a cow, because he hadn't won the battle for a long time, and he was on the verge of victory for a long time but couldn't end the battle. Every time he made an attack, he was half a point away. He had gradually lost his patience and became more and more impatient.

The rhythm of the battle was actually in the hands of Meng Heze.

Feng Ziyi also saw that something was wrong: "He won so many magic weapons in Yaoguang Lake, but now he keeps them for use. He wants to wait for the fifth and sixth rounds? Is he confident that he can win this round?"

The girls were even more curious, staring intently at the blue-clothed boy on the ring, being so distracted by his every move, subconsciously forgot to chat, let alone admire the flowers.

Meng Heze almost retreated to the edge of the ring. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, his opponent leaped into the air, and the thunderbolt struck him head-on.

Lightning filled the arena.Some people couldn't bear to look any further and closed their eyes.

Meng Heze stepped on the edge of the ring with half of his foot, so he had to fly up to meet him, as if he was about to make a last-ditch effort.

However, the moment the two swords collided, his figure disappeared out of thin air.

His movement is like the wind, and he passed the opponent strangely, suddenly summoned all his spiritual energy, and slammed the opponent's back with a backhand palm!

"boom!"

The huge figure of the opponent flew out of the ring, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall on the sidelines promptly evacuated the crowd of spectators so that no one was accidentally injured.

"Ding Sanlu Wu Meng Heze wins—" the deacon on the sidelines announced loudly.

Meng Heze was exhausted, propped his sword on the ground, lowered his head and grinned.

"Brother Meng won!"

"Our outer door won again!"

There was a moment of silence beside the ring, and then a burst of cheers broke out.

The loudest and most heart-piercing ones were not Huawei's outer sect disciples, nor Meng Heze's new friends from other sects, but Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng, two gamblers:

"Lingshi, Lingshi! Win!"

"He really won!" The nuns on the terrace also applauded and cheered.

They were engrossed in watching it just now, but now they have forgotten their reserve.

"The fight is quite organized. The battle rhythm and awareness are good. The most rare thing is to be calm and calm in the face of danger, so that you can catch the opponent's flaws." Chen Hongzhu asked, "You taught?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "He has talent."

The balcony railings are flat and wide, filled with vases of various colors.

The flowers that were just cut today are inserted in the vase. Although they are not the rare and precious species in the glass cover, they are still delicate and blooming.

If you stand outside the building and look at it, this is a small building full of flowers.

Feng Ziyi has always loved to be playful and lively. Excited, she reached out and took a golden petal rose, and threw it towards the ring:

"Good fight!"

Seeing this, the other female cultivators took out the flowers on the railing and threw them with their hands.

"Brother Meng, someone threw flowers at you!" Zhou Xiaoyun shouted in surprise.

Meng Heze took over a fallen flower for no reason.

He hadn't recovered from the battle of swords, lights and swords, so he couldn't help being stunned.

"Hey, it seems to be Junior Brother Song over there!" Xu Wangshan smiled happily, and said to Qiu Dacheng, "I would like to thank Junior Brother Song for making us rich this time."

Qiu Dacheng: "Of course, we will buy whoever he says to buy in this life, no matter what!"

Meng Heze raised his head suddenly, and saw Song Qianji standing against a railing, his thin figure outlined by a golden edge in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a fairy.

Countless flowers flew out from behind Song Qianji, more brilliant and brilliant than the sunset glow.

There are many flowers, but he stands still.

A rain of flowers covered the sky and covered Meng Heze heavily.

Countless people cheered and cheered for him, as if the whole world revolved around him.

A 14-year-old boy went from having nothing to having everything.

How not to be dazzled.

The eyes of everyone in the entire square were attracted by this huge rain of flowers falling from the sky.

People talked about who was throwing flowers in the small flower building, and who was the boy in blue.

At first, it was guessed that he was from a famous family, which is why he had such a big show. After hearing that he was just an outer disciple of Huawei Sect, the discussion became more intense. Some people envied others:

"Having established a foundation at such an age, he is really talented and has a bright future."

"What's wrong with the world, no matter how good we play, we haven't seen anyone upstairs watching us."

"Little boy, just won a martial arts test, how come it's like winning the Dengwen Conference?"

Meng Heze looked up at the flowers and forgot where he was for a moment.

When he woke up from the bouts of dizziness and waved vigorously at Song Qianji, he realized that Brother Song had disappeared.

Beside the railing, there were only a group of gorgeously dressed, brightly colored nuns fanning round their fans and smiling lightly.

Meng Heze blushed in embarrassment, immediately put down his hands, and grabbed the corner of his clothes behind his back.

But now his every move is under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Oh, he's still shy!" More people laughed.

Meng Heze blushed even more, and walked off the ring with his head down, wanting to find Song Qianji.

I searched but couldn't find it, and Song Qianji no longer knew where it was.