Baichuan Pavilion is a inn in Qiucheng.

From the shopkeeper to the waiter, they are all from Baichuan Pavilion.

These people witnessed with their own eyes that the second Pavilion Master, who was usually awesome, was chased by a woman with a pair of wool buns with a soft sword that looked like a silver snake.

The two of them ran from the gate of the inn to the backyard, bypassed the dilapidated wooden door, passed through a row of ink bamboos, and entered the room of the pavilion owner Meng Shuilan.

Meng Shuilan's room is very simple and looks a bit shabby. There is no other decoration in the room except for a bed, a set of tables and chairs, a wardrobe box, and a washbasin. Oh, there is also an oil lamp, a stone pottery water cup, and a kettle with a corner missing on the table.

Meng Shuilan was lying on the simple bed made of several pieces of wood, covered with a thin gray-blue quilt with two patches sewn.

His face was very bad, and it actually appeared in a blue-purple color, which looked really terrifying, just like his life was about to come.

As soon as Meng Tianqing entered the room, he immediately sat on the chair, lay on the table, gasping for breath. Sweat flowed down his face, and his whole body seemed to have just come out of the water. The most terrifying thing was that his pretty good short stroke turned into a rag. As he moved, thin white tender flesh was revealed.

Meng Tianqing touched the sweat on her face, threw out a string of crystal clearness, and panted: "I... My brother... My brother is here."

A soft sword appeared from the door, shaking like a swimming silver snake.

Meng Tianqing saw the sword and felt cold all over his body, and his hair stood up. He immediately stood up from the stool and leaned against the wall. With a wailing tone, he begged, "Don't shake, okay?"

Tang Jiaren poked her head out, grinned, and said, "I'm used to shaking, but I won't shake for a while, and I feel uncomfortable."

Meng Tianqing turned his head and pressed his forehead against the wall.

Tang Jiaren raised her legs and stepped into the room and asked, "What's wrong? Are you going to cry?"

Meng Tianqing said with a heavy nose: "Cry!"

Tang Jiaren smiled, walked towards the bed with a soft sword, and said, "Look at your brother like this, there is really not much time. Do you come to me to take him to lie down in the coffin now, or let him look back and jump for two more days?"

Meng Tianqing turned around, glared at Tang Jiaren with his watery eyes, and said, "Didn't we agree?"

Tang Jiaren said meaningfully, stood by the bed, looking down at Meng Shuilan, who was as angry as a wandering spring.

The soft sword was shaking in front of Meng Shuilan, and I felt so furious when I heard the sound. Don’t mention that the sword tip occasionally shaves across Meng Shuilan’s nose, leaving a feeling of pain and nourishment. In short, it’s crazy.

The sweat from Meng Shuilan's forehead oozed out, and the person slowly opened his eyes, turned his eyes little by little, and looked at Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren raised her soft sword a little, smiled at Meng Shuilan and said, "Are you awake?"

Meng Shuilan said weakly: "Can you... take the soft sword... away?" He opened his mouth and revealed two slender zombie teeth.

Tang Jiaren asked, "What is this?" He stretched out his hand and pulled out the two dentures from Meng Shuilan's mouth.

In order to make the effect realistic, Meng Shuilan put some effort into sticking her dentures, but was pulled so roughly by Tang Jiaren, and she whimpered in pain.

Tang Jiaren looked at the dentures and knew in her heart that Meng Shuilan was trying to scare herself, but she didn't. She threw the fake one to Meng Shuilan's pillow, pretended to be surprised, and said, "Ah! I heard your brother say that you are going to die of illness, why did you still have dog teeth? I heard that only those monsters who can transform into human form will appear before they die." She took a step back, shook the soft sword in her hand, slapped it, and said to Meng Tianqing, "This person is not your brother, but a dog spirit! When I use the shaking and shaking soft sword in my hand to subdue him, you can quickly get the boy to pee and force him to show his dog's tail!" After saying that, he shouted loudly and rushed to the bed.

Meng Shuilan was indeed sick, but she was not as good as she could not survive. He just lay on the bed, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Why did he suffer from lying here, the fruit trees bloomed but accompanied Qiu Yuebai to wander around. This is not possible!

Yes, Meng Shuilan got the news that Qiu Yuebai boarded the flower boat and called the fruit tree to blossom. He dragged his sick body for a while, trying to gain the sympathy of the fruit tree blossoming first, and then scared her. Unexpectedly, he was almost scared to death by her.

Meng Shuilan dared not continue to pretend to be sick? She immediately stood up and raised her hand and said, "Misunderstanding!"

Tang Jiaren shook a soft sword so tightly that it was not airtight, trapping Meng Shuilan on the bed and unable to move. She said, "Give me an impeccable explanation, otherwise I will be killed without mercy!"

Meng Shuilan said anxiously: "I am Meng Shuilan. OK, okay, I'm afraid of you. I'm really sick and can't stand this kind of tossing."

Tang Jiaren looked at Meng Tianqing.

Meng Tianqing said: "What do you think I'm doing? Let's subdue demons and demons!"

When Meng Shuilan heard this, she cursed angrily: "Meng Tianqing, who gave you the courage to be disrespectful to this Pavilion Master just now?" Her eyes suddenly glared and she laughed, "What's wrong with you? She was chased by a dog?"

Meng Tianqing's eyes rolled and flattered Tang Jiaren, "He called you a dog."

Meng Shuilan's face changed and she hurriedly said, "Stop the anger... Stop the sword and hold the sword... "

Tang Jiaren learned Meng Shuilan's tone and said, "I'm serious! Hurry up and give me an invincible explanation to make me believe that you are a human, not a dog spirit. Otherwise... Oh, my hands are a little sore."

Meng Shuilan immediately protected her face with her hands and begged for mercy, "Auntie, can't you be wrong?"

Tang Jiaren shook her head: "You are definitely wrong. I only have an invincible explanation."

Meng Shuilan swore that he would never use the word impeccable if he wrote anything in his life. It was so sad!

Meng Shuilan was forced to say, "I took off my clothes and showed you, I'm not a dog spirit."

Meng Tianqing said contemptuously: "So shameless!"

Meng Shuilan yelled: "Get out of here!"

Tang Jiaren said: "Vague!"

Meng Shuilan smiled: "The things between literati and poets are all about integrity and character, so how can we talk about it ups and downs?"

Tang Jiaren said: "Vague!"

Meng Shuilan's smile froze and said toughly: "If you have to say that, I..." He smiled flatteringly, "I admit it is not okay? Auntie, you have such a soft sword in your hand. This face that makes thousands of women's hearts move cannot be lost."

Tang Jiaren stopped the soft sword.

Meng Shuilan let out a long sigh.

Tang Jiaren changed her hand and grabbed the soft sword and began to shake again.

Meng Shuilan wailed, "What's the point of making a fuss?!"

Tang Jiaren replied: "I'm tired, change my hands."

Meng Tianqing laughed and said, "The first time my sister took the sword, she shook so tightly, and she was a genius."

Tang Jiaren turned her face, glanced at Meng Tianqing with the end of her eyes, and said, "Well, you're right."

Meng Shuilan immediately said: "Tianqing, what you said is untrue. Flowering girl...         "

Tang Jiaren corrected: "The fruit tree blooms."

Meng Shuilan's face became stiff and finally said: "The girl with a flowering fruit tree is amazing and beautiful, with great beauty, and unparalleled martial arts skills, and unparalleled in the world!"

Tang Jiaren said, "Well, you're right." He asked, "What does beautiful people mean?"

Meng Shuilan's eyelids twitched twice, and finally replied: "That is to say, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Tang Jiaren's mouth opened, and a slightly shy smiled, saying, "Well, you're right."

Meng Shuilan's mouth trembled, and she squeezed out a flattering smile and said, "Look, are your slender hands sore? Let it go, don't be too persistent."

Tang Jiaren sighed lightly and said, "Why is it so difficult to wait for an impeccable explanation?"

Meng Shuilan wanted to cry. He frowned and said, "How can we prove that someone is a human?! Tell me." He seemed to be that this disaster could not be escaped.

Tang Jiaren smiled and said, "Tomorrow is noon, you will rush up the heights and shout three times, "The ancestor will never stop, you will be as fierce as a tiger; the heroine will never stop, you will be as beautiful as the world!"

Meng Shuilan froze and asked, "Is this okay?"

Tang Jiaren said seriously: "Okay."

Meng Shuilan's eyes stared at the shaking sword tip and asked, "Do you feel that it is a little inconsistent? Do you need to change it?" After saying this, he wanted to slap himself in both mouths!

Tang Jiaren asked, "Do you have a good idea?" As she said that, the sword tip sent a little forward.

Meng Shuilan was so scared that she immediately hid back, her back of her head pressed against the wall, fearing that Tang Jiaren would not have a correct head on her hands, so she scratched his face. She said, "Be careful and hold the soft sword firmly."

Tang Jiaren said, "I know. Do you think there is a good suggestion?"

Meng Shuilan said seriously: "You think it's very good, it's unprecedented."

Tang Jiaren frowned and thought, "Why do I feel that it's a little bit unsatisfactory?"

Meng Shuilan tried very seriously: "Look at the expression on a certain face, how serious it is."

Tang Jiaren moved the soft sword away, looked at Meng Shuilan's eyes, and then said, "I'm almost serious." Her wrist slightly turned, and the sword turned back to Meng Shuilan's face, shaking so loudly.

Meng Shuilan leaned back again, looked at Meng Tianqing, and signaled him to act according to the opportunity.

In order to pour a glass of water, Meng Tianqing muttered: "You asked me to come to her."

Meng Shuilan withdrew her gaze, looked at Tang Jiaren, clenched her fists and said, "The ancestor is as fierce as a tiger; the heroine is as beautiful as a world!"

Tang Jiaren smiled proudly and praised: "Okay!" to collect the sword.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened.

When Tang Jiaren took the soft sword for the first time, she learned some tricks, but because she was too playful, her wrist suddenly became sore and numb. Archery is about making mistakes and making mistakes a thousand miles away. The soft sword is twisted with greater uncontrollability. If the force is inappropriate, the sword edge will twist to an unexpected place.

Because of Tang Jiaren's wrist, the soft sword deviated from her control and cut a small inch-long hole on Meng Shuilan's left cheek.
Chapter completed!