That night
Long Yu has now awakened.
There are many cultivation secrets in my mind, but they are not suitable for the current stage of cultivation.
The main reason is that the high-level skills used by Emperor Hongmeng are now too low to practice.
As for some low-level secrets written thousands of years ago, which were suitable for junior cultivators, he had long forgotten them and disappeared over the years.
This is like begging with a golden bowl!
Fortunately, after searching through Najie, there were still some secrets among the belongings of the previous killers from the Sharp Sword Organization.
Long Yu chose "Assassination" in the storage bag of the "hunchbacked old man" for research.
"Assassination"
This is a secret book used by killers, and it is also a Yin technique.
Its mystery lies in the word "kuai".
It is a one-shot sure-kill move that catches the enemy by surprise. When combined with the practitioner's use of spiritual power, it can effectively injure the enemy to death in an instant.
Long Yu studied the yellowed secret book and memorized it carefully, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to understand the secret.
Dawn comes.
In the Jade Girl Peak Tianjiao Pavilion, many Tianjiao women quietly opened the door and hid inside to look at the entrance of the "True Pass Pavilion".
Because there was actually a fat boy holding flowers, waiting here before dawn for the true disciples of Jade Girl Peak.
With a creak, Long Yu pushed open the room door...
Long Yu was startled when he opened the door just now.
Because of the "piece of meat" facing each other in front of me.
It was the chubby Xia Wei (14 years old), standing at the door holding a handful of white chrysanthemums.
"Who...are you?" Long Yu asked, pulling the corner of his mouth.
Just because this baby is only one meter tall, but her bust is almost one meter in diameter!
Xia Wei smiled naively and said:
"My name is Xia Wei, and I am the son of Prince Xia of Lanzhou. I want to be friends with sister Xiaoyu and play dice together."
After saying that, he held the white chrysanthemum and handed it to Long Yu sincerely.
Boom!
Long Yu punched Xia Wei on the chin, knocking him out into the air, causing chrysanthemums to fall all over the sky.
Xia Wei was so dizzy from the pain that he got up after a while and said aggrievedly:
"If you don't agree, just agree. Why hit someone?"
"Hmph! Give me the dead man's flowers, you are looking for death."
Long Yu said angrily and turned to leave.
The fat man looked confused. This flower was indeed picked from the cemetery. How did "she" know?
Xia Wei looked at the corner fiercely and said:
"Zhuang Bide, didn't you say that girls all like flowers?"
The skinny Zhuang Bide (13 years old) stood at one end of the corner, stretched out his head and said:
"I do not know either!"
After that, he ran away in a hurry.
The other girls in Jade Girl Peak Tianjiao Pavilion saw this scene through the crack in the door, and they all twitched their mouths and murmured:
"So there's something special about sending flowers?"
Immediately, Yang Wancui followed Long Yu out.
"Boss, boss, wait for me."
Long Yu turned around and saw that it was Yang Wancui who was in the same dormitory.
"You have something to do with me?"
Long Yu asked calmly.
Her expression was slightly shy, like a shy deer. In the sunshine, she was as delicate and lovely as a flower.
She pinched the corner of her clothes and said with a smile:
"Hehehe, it's nothing. I just want to ask, what kind of flowers do boys usually give to girls?"
Long Yu glanced at Yang Wancui with disdain, but soon figured it out.
Because, behind Yang Wancui, more than a dozen female disciples from Jade Girl Peak had followed, and all of them looked at her strangely.
They all followed along and seemed to be full of curiosity about sending flowers.
In this world, there is a lot of emphasis on sending flowers. In fact, chrysanthemums are only given to the deceased.
In this Tongtian Continent, no one has studied other aspects of flower delivery.
So they all want to know, because girls all like flowers, but what they saw today seems that there are different types of flowers.
"Well, since the sisters are all interested, as a true disciple, I have to educate everyone about it."
Long Yu walked all the way, explaining to everyone all the way. He was like a butterfly in the flowers, surrounded by beautiful flowers.
Peony - represents good luck and wealth.
Lily - means a hundred years of good marriage.
Carnation - means sadness or rejection.
Chrysanthemum - the flower of a gentleman/funeral, and sending it to a living person means a curse.
Rhododendron means poverty and lowliness, so giving it away will inevitably lead to misunderstandings.
Lotus - a special status in Buddhism, which means that it can emerge from the mud without being stained.
…
Long Yu told too many stories, but he didn't hear what he wanted.
Yang Wancui interrupted tentatively and asked:
"Boss, what is your favorite flower?"
Long Yu was slightly startled, looked into the distance, thought for a moment and said:
"If I say what I like, it must be the plum blossoms. The cold wind is biting, but the plum blossoms are in full bloom. The fragrance is amazing and amazing. The fine snow on the branches reflects the delicate flowers. The bitter cold is hard to stop, and the plum blossoms are even more beautiful. The fragrance comes from the bitter cold and endures loneliness for thousands of years."
Yang Wancui was fascinated by what she heard and murmured to herself:
"This scene is so beautiful and refreshing."
A girl also murmured to herself: "The fragrance comes from the bitter cold, Lingxue Aomei blooms alone."
After some remarks, everyone was impressed by Long Yu's character.
A person's inner soul can be seen from his preferences.
"Hey... Boss, don't leave!"
Everyone was still in a daze, but Long Yu was already taking steps to leave, but was stopped by a girl named Lan Qiao.
"Junior sister, is there anything else?"
Long Yu stopped and turned around to ask.
I saw her lowering her head lightly, holding the corner of her clothes in her hands and pouting softly:
"Um...can you tell us what kind of flowers are given to express love? They are...the kind given between men and women!"
After saying that, Lan Qiao's face turned red, her eyes were shy, and she looked extremely cute.
Long Yu glanced around and saw that all the girls were looking at him with unusual eyes.
Suddenly.
said:
"Rose - symbolizes love. The number of gifts is usually in odd numbers. One represents love at first sight or you are the only one in my heart. 11 represents a lifetime, 99 represents eternity, 101 represents a lifetime, 108 represents marriage proposal, and 144 represents life after life."
Each green girl has a slightly shy expression on her childish face.
He was mesmerized when he heard it, and his eyes revealed expectation and hope.
There is longing and confusion for love in her eyes, as if she is quietly waiting for the arrival of the male god holding flowers in his hands.
They didn't know when the bouquet of flowers would arrive, and they felt uneasy and didn't know how to respond when the time came.
It can be seen that they are looking forward to someone sending flowers to put a happy smile on their faces.
May you bloom like a flower, bloom beautifully and beautifully, and enjoy the beauty of the flowers blooming and falling together.
Everyone was still confused, but Long Yu had left alone.
He was not in the mood to think about his children's personal affairs.
In this life, the first thing is how to get on the Kyushu Tianjiao Arena and defeat the child's own Zi Yan.
But this dream seems to have been dashed.
Because Master Yu Peak said Zi Yan was dead.
Long Yu's heart was filled with haze.
To put it bluntly, it is still a matter of spiritual martial arts being respected!
Although Zi Yan was not a good match for him, she was his legitimate baby wife after all. Long Yu felt guilty for "die" like this!
Yes, guilty!
That's because Zi Yan can't be protected.
And the ten-year promise of the arena competition must have come to nothing!
However, this does not mean that Long Yu has no motivation!
Long Yu buried his own death thousands of years ago and the blood feud deep in his heart. No one knew what he was carrying!
There were many worries along the way...
Long Yu came to Lingcao Pavilion.
Before he could even enter, he was stopped.
"Brother, this stinky girl hurt me a few days ago. You have to make the decision for me."
