When Lu Qingyan tasted the Qiuli soup made by Yaoniang herself, she was full of praise. The soup has the sweetness of snow pear and honey, but also has the mellowness after simmering slowly. It is indeed the best quality for clearing fire and moisturizing the lungs.
The two peerless beauties chatted all over the world, sharing their personal experiences and things of interest to each other. The more they chatted, the more Yaoniang admired Lu Qingyan. Her profound knowledge and elegant and unpretentious conversation deeply attracted her. Looking at her, this lady from a famous family has stood at a height that ordinary people can't reach in their lifetime. However, she has never looked down on anyone and has always regarded Yaoniang as a good sister.
"Sister Lu, thank you very much. You are really different from those spoiled rich ladies. You have many noble qualities that make me feel ashamed..."
"Sister Yaoniang, this flirting style is not your style!" Lu Qingyan pretended to be teasing.
Yaoniang didn't know that this sister Lu was joking with her, but she couldn't help but blush on her face, and said hurriedly: "Really, these are my words from the bottom of my heart, Yaoniang. Because of my background and childhood experiences, I have never had a good impression of officials. When I first met you, I was full of hostility towards you. Not only were you not angry with me, you also helped me and Pei Liang time and time again. I can feel that your love for... Pei Liang is sincere. My care is also sincere.”
When Lu Qingyan heard this, she couldn't help laughing, her shoulders were trembling in the rays of light.
"Oh, you can laugh if you want. Anyway, I am..."
"What is it"
"Sister, you are so smart, you must know what I want to say."
"Everyone has different ideas, and I'm not a god."
"Sister, I hate it. You clearly know it."
"If you don't tell me how I know, you can only let me guess."
"Then take a guess"
"Are you ready to let Pei Liang out?"
Lu Qingyan asked tentatively with a smile.
Yaoniang immediately shook her head, expressionless.
"well"
Lu Qingyan sighed with obvious disappointment.
Seeing this, Yaoniang, who finally couldn't hold it in anymore, touched her belly and laughed together with Lu Qingyan, who also couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, there was no gap between the two women's hearts.
When Pei Liang came back from the library, the night was already deep.
In the courtyard, he fetched Chen Ying, and as soon as he pulled it out, the condensed moonlight reflected a cold light on the sword.
No matter how late he comes back these days, the first thing Pei Liang does is to cultivate his sword intent.
Under the moonlight, hold the sword and meditate for an hour, practice the sword for an hour, and meditate until dawn.
While meditating, the sound of tiptoeing footsteps could be heard.
Soon after, a furry thing probed back and forth under Pei Liang's nostrils.
Suddenly Yaoniang let out a scream and the tail grass in her hand broke into two pieces.
Pei Liang opened his eyes and looked at the beauty with pale face.
"You know the danger, right?"
"You scared me on purpose"
"This is a protective sword energy. Once someone approaches during practice, it will automatically fire. Even I can't control it."
"Really"
Yaoniang's voice trembled, obviously she was really scared. If it was his own fingers that teased Pei Liang just now, instead of picking random dogtail grass, the consequences would be disastrous.
Just as Pei Liang nodded, Yao Niang punched her in the chest.
"Bad guy, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I didn't expect any boring person to come and disturb my practice in the middle of the night."
"A dog bites Lu Dongbin, but it doesn't know a good heart. I care about you."
"Well, I got it, go back to sleep quickly."
Pei Liang was about to send her away, but as soon as Yaoniang turned around, she couldn't help but mutter:
"You... remember to keep this protective sword energy away from now on. It's too dangerous!"
"If you accept me, you will be in danger." Pei Liang curled his lips.
"Your martial arts skills are so good, who can harm you?"
"That's not good!"
Yaoniang bit her lip, then pumped her fist to strike.
"Stop talking nonsense, do you accept it or not?"
"Collect, collect, collect"
"Hmph, if you dare to hurt this girl even a hair, I'll beat you into a pig's head!"
The woman threatened her, clapped her hands and left with satisfaction.
The man looked at that graceful back and scratched his head.
Call this girl smart, you can scare her with just a few words, call her stupid, sometimes she is quite smart.
Woman is such a wonderful animal.
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The next day, a strange guest came to the tavern.
Wearing a washed blue gown that turned white, he clearly had the face of a middle-aged man, but his skin was as white as a baby's.
The strangest thing is that this person seems to have a serious cleanliness problem. Not only did the drinking utensils, bowls and chopsticks have to be replaced with a new set, but also the bench he sat on and the table he used to eat had to be wiped back and forth by Lu Yu with warm water three times.
The young and arrogant second brother didn't want to serve this busy master, but when the middle-aged man took out a heavy piece of silver and put it on the table for him to take away, Lu Yuna's face became a little angry. He immediately put on a smile and became more agile when working. After all, who in the world would have a grudge against money?
The middle-aged man only ordered half a beggar's chicken, a plate of peanuts, and a bottle of the cheapest wine.
Lu Yu saw that he was eating with gusto, and was not interested in taking another look. He saw that he was a poor and rotten scholar who taught somewhere in the city. He had no money and loved to show off his poverty.
"Xiao Er, Xiao Er"
After a while, the middle-aged man began to call Lu Yu slowly.
Lu Yu quickly turned her head to the side, pretending not to hear.
Anyway, the shopkeeper is in the kitchen, no one can control it but me!
The middle-aged man saw this and said nothing.
Lu Yu was so happy that she swayed her legs on the bench.
After a long time, several groups of individual customers came to the store one after another. Among them, there was a table of people who were obviously people from all walks of life. They carried swords with them. Four or five people rolled up their sleeves and drank and played guessing games with loud voices.
"The imperial court has granted our Lingjian Sect a fifth-grade lintel. From now on, we will all be eating the royal food. Can you have a drink?"
"Yes, cheers"
"Ha ha"
Several chattering people raised their wine bowls, with proud looks on their faces.
One of the shortest men hurriedly poured a glass of wine for the horse-faced young man wearing brocade clothes across from him. His expression was even more respectful and flattering: "Senior Brother Wang is a close disciple of the master, and he has learned the true inheritance of his great uncle. A successful career in the future will definitely be around the corner, but don’t forget to support a few of your brothers..."
Everyone nodded frequently and agreed.
The horse-faced boy laughed. Although his eyes were full of arrogance and disdain, he still said a few nice words in succession.
"Listen to what the leader said, this gathering of the Imperial Martial Arts Department is full of heroes. All the well-known martial arts sects are here, including several masters of the heavenly realm. I just wish I had no chance to meet them!"
A man put down his wine bowl, shook his head and sighed.
The horse-faced young man called his classmates to sit down, and then smiled slightly: "This Heaven Realm master has also cultivated step by step from our realm. Our Spirit Sword Sect specializes in swordsmanship. Master has already mastered swordsmanship. Once he reaches the Ten Directions Realm in the future, my spirit sword sect will Jianmen will definitely become the overlord of the martial arts world, who will be missing by then?"
"Haha, Senior Brother Wang is worthy of being the leader's disciple, he speaks with courage."
"I'm so domineering. I really hope this day comes soon."
Listening to the constant compliments from his classmates, the corners of the horse-faced boy's lips raised even higher, and he said leisurely:
"There are really not many masters of swordsmanship in the world, and there are only a handful of people who are better than my master, Master of the Spiritual Sword!"
"That's right, the only one who can definitely beat our leader is the master on the top ten rankings in the world!"
Hearing such boasts, no matter how thick-skinned the horse-faced boy was, he couldn't help but wave his hands guiltily.
The flatterer looked embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Senior Brother Wang, you follow the leader every day and are knowledgeable. You can talk to the brothers about ten people in the world and let everyone know a lot!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Wang, what kind of immortal figures are these ten people in the world, and what weapons do they use?"
In the small tavern, the conversation at this table undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention. Not only did the few casual drinkers crane their necks, but Lu Yu also leaned his ears and listened intently.
The horse-faced boy coughed and looked around, very satisfied with everyone's reaction.
"As far as I know, among the ten people in the world, there are not many who use swords. In the Central Plains martial arts community, the most popular one is the Crazy Sword Immortal. This man is a swordsman and an extremely talented swordsman with superb swordsmanship."
As soon as the young man finished his pretending to be mysterious, someone else said: "Could this crazy swordsman be a lunatic? How could his name be so strange..."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
How much knowledge did the horse-faced boy have? He quickly winked at his fellow disciples.
This kind of person on the top of the mountain is the most unpredictable in mood and anger. If word of it reaches people's ears one day, they won't even know how they died.
The man who answered the question was also a weakling. He looked horrified when he heard this. He quickly raised his head and looked around. No longer caring about his face, he knelt down with a plop and murmured: "I made a mistake after drinking, please ask the spirit of Senior Sword Immortal in the sky... Bah! Bah! !”
Several drinkers, including Lu Yu, were amused. This man was really stupid and cowardly.
Everyone at the table looked at each other in disbelief, feeling that their faces were dull. At the instruction of the horse-faced boy, one person quickly helped up his disgraced fellow student.
"You don't need to panic. How could the senior Shenlong come to a place like this? Who else would be as familiar as you?"
The horse-faced boy suppressed his anger and reminded him, and the pale-faced man nodded in agreement.
At this time, another person stood up on the table and clasped his fists: "Dear heroes, what happened today? Anyone who spreads a word is going against our Spirit Sword Sect!"
These words were full of threats. How could those idle people who were drinking have the courage? They kept saying that they didn't dare.
After this incident, the people at the table finally calmed down, and the horse-faced boy lost interest in continuing to show off, and lowered his head to drink wine.
Lu Yu pursed his lips. He finally figured out that these guys were just big talkers. This Spirit Sword Sect must not be a top-notch sect. He suddenly felt that what he had heard before was boring.
At this time, the middle-aged man in blue shirt, who had been chewing peanuts and looking as if he came to the teahouse to listen to a book, hooked his hand at Lu Yu and said with a smile: "These losers don't understand shit. I'll give it to you." What do you think about the ten people in the world?"
