"You're welcome." Miaoyan said softly.

She was wearing a green lake skirt and sat by the terrace, behind her was a sea of ​​clouds dyed red by the sunset.

It rushes day and night, never stops.

The beauty's eye feathers drooped, and a perfect smile hung on the corner of her mouth. The arm-holding gauze was blown by the breeze, making it as beautiful as a painting.

There is no one else in the painting.

The terrace was filled with laughter, and she was empty and lonely, with only anemone in a basin of water.

Most female cultivators don’t like her. No one is born to like to be a foil and a green leaf that sets off red flowers.

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

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

His face immediately changed. He didn't care that the people around him were asking her for their opinions, so he got up and walked over.

Feng Ziyi stood up, the white tiger's tail shook, and followed her closely.

They all know the famous saying of Song Qianji. Miaoyan herself knows it.

Song Qianji knew Miaoyan knew, but he still dared to talk to her? Isn’t he afraid of being troubled by her when he came to her door like this?

People felt that something was going to be a big deal, so they rushed over, but they only heard them saying "thank you" and "you're welcome" to each other.

Chen Hongzhu was confused. What was going on?

Feng Ziyi thought to herself, did Miaoyan not recognize Song Qianji and thought she was here to chat with her?

In fact, Miaoyan has a good memory and can never forget anyone who has seen her. As early as when Song Qianji walked into the terrace, he recognized him.

——The little disciple of the outer sect who met on the Shuishui Bridge has become famous recently.

If another monk lifted the gauze curtain and broke into the gathering place of the female monks, it would undoubtedly be a sudden offense and annoying.

But when this person does it, it seems natural and smooth.

The female cultivator with the most domineering temper did not blame him, but instead explained to him.

Miaoyan knew at first glance that this person didn't like him.

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

This person said he was not good, but he really felt that he was not good, and he did not deliberately attract attention.

When he looked at the lotus, his eyes were as clear as a clear spring, his mouth was smiling, and his temperament was gentle.

I looked up and saw my face, but I immediately became cold.

This made Miaoyan feel a little subtle and uncomfortable, and even dissatisfied.

So she said, "If you like this cold pond Yinlian, I still have one in my bamboo building, would you give it to me?"

She shouldn't have said this. She immediately felt regretful.

Chen Hongzhu, Feng Ziyi, has a tacit understanding for the first time.

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

Is this still Miaoyan? Miaoyan never gives other people something, nor will she take the initiative to show kindness to the light monk Ren.

Song Qianji said, "Thank you, fairy, no need."

He does not plan to plant spiritual plants for the time being, there are no cold crystals in it.

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

After Song Qianji finished speaking, he said goodbye. Miaoyan's expression changed slightly and quickly returned to normal.

Chen Hongzhu, Feng Ziyi, saw that he was not nostalgic, couldn't help but show his ghostly expression.

Miaoyan was rejected? The most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation was rejected by the outer disciples of Huawei Sect?

Will anyone believe it if you say it?

Chen Hongzhu wished she could laugh to the sky!

This woman with a very hypocritical and wearing a mask should have tasted the feeling of hitting a wall.

She gloated and thought, not everyone in the world is a green-shelled turtle, and they are willing to fall into the jar.

But looking at the lonely silhouette under the setting sun, I didn't know why, but I felt that she was a little pitiful.

"Wait." Feng Ziyi called Song Qianji and said in a tangled manner, "I'm leaving now? Aren't you coming to see the flowers?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "I have finished reading it."

What surprised Feng Ziyi was that this person's attitude was still very polite. Even if he rejected Miaoyan just now, it seemed that he did not mix his personal likes and dislikes, but simply because he "does not need it".

Feng Ziyi's eyes turned around and found the topic:

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

"He is taking the martial arts test downstairs." Song Qianji replied.

"Which platform?" Chen Hongzhu stopped looking at Miaoyan and walked into the female cultivator group, "Let's take a look."

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

A group of female cultivators looked around with great enthusiasm, but after seeing it clearly, they were a little disappointed.

The young man was wearing a high ponytail, wearing a coarse ink blue cloth robe, and holding a rough low-level sword. Although he looked heroic, he was in a mess and was full of colorful clothes.

His opponent is tall, almost nine feet tall, and a heavy wind and thunder sword is swinging to a thousand pounds. With one sword, he will cut off the ring with a protective formation and shake three times.

"Is he about to lose?" Feng Ziyi said regretfully, "No, the prizes for the first round are already good."

Chen Hongzhu said: "He is not lucky enough to sign, he is half a level higher than him, has sufficient spiritual energy and a solid foundation."

"No, he will win soon." Song Qianji said.

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

Because Song Qianji is Chen Hongzhu and Feng Ziyi's friend, everyone has no sarcasm.

‌And since he came in, he only looked at flowers but not people, and never chatted with him randomly. This made many female cultivators feel appropriate.

Many beauties seem unattainable, but as long as they are not greasy, narcissistic, and do not act smart, and get along with them with a normal mind, they have defeated 99% of the "romantic talents" who are good at themselves and have received "not bad" evaluation.

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

She was not afraid of being joked and had no eyesight, so she asked questions that everyone wanted to know.

On the ring, half of Meng Heze's sleeve was stained with blood, and he blocked left and right in a mess, using only light body technique to deal with it, as if he was weak.

‌The opponent's color is rosy, and the heavy sword is swinging, the lightning is flashing, and the wind is roaring, like a tiger playing with a rabbit.

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

Chen Hongzhu looked calmly and found that although Meng Heze was retreating, his dodging steps were not chaotic, and he seemed to be performing panic. Every time he just avoided the sword.

His attitude was panting because he couldn't win for a long time, and time was on the verge of victory but could not end the battle. Every time he attacked, he was half a point away. He gradually lost his patience and became more and more impatient.

The rhythm of the battle is actually in Meng Heze.

Feng Ziyi looked at it wrong: "He won so many good magic weapons in Yaoguang Lake, but now he doesn't need them. He wants to wait for the fifth and sixth rounds? He is confident that he will win this game?"

The girls were even more curious and focused on staring at the young man in the blue clothes on the ring. He was moved by his moves and subconsciously forgot to chat and even more forgot to appreciate the flowers.

Meng Heze almost retreated to the edge of the arena. Seeing that there was no way out, he jumped into the air and slashed down with a thunderous blow.

The lightning filled the entire arena. Some people couldn't bear to look at it again, so they closed their eyes.

Meng Heze stepped on the edge of the ring with half his foot and had to fly over to meet him, as if he wanted to make a last try.

However, the moment the swords attacked each other, his figure disappeared out of thin air.

His body movement was like the wind, and he strangely passed by the other party. Suddenly he used all his spiritual energy and slammed his back with a palm!

"boom!"

The huge figure flew with the ring, splashing a piece of smoke and dust.

The disciples of the law enforcement church on the sidelines evacuated the audience in time so that they did not accidentally hurt others.

"Ding San Lu Wu Meng Heze wins--" the deacon on the sideline announced loudly.

Meng Heze was exhausted and supported the ground with his sword, lowered his head and grinned.

"Senior Brother Meng won!"

"We won again in the outer door!"

The ring was silent for a moment, and then a burst of shocking cheers broke out.

The one who shouted the most, the most heart-wrenching one was not the outer disciple of Huawei, nor was Meng Heze's new friend, but Xu Kanshan, Qiu Dacheng, a gambling ghost:

"Spirit Stone, Spirit Stone! Win!"

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

They were so focused that they had forgotten their reserve at this moment.
To be continued...