The young man can be crazy, and asks where to find the top of the immortal cultivation, and the sword can dance, but he sees the red dust rolling and finally empty. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe road of monasticism is long, and only the sword is the companion. It's also a kind of loneliness when I think about it, but it's a little more free.

Tang Meng opened his eyes and gradually felt that his heart was changing. The matter of red dust, how can it resist the sword heart. Tang Meng's eyes were clearer and less confused.

"Then Tang Meng, have you realized anything?" Li Xingqing asked as she stared at Tang Meng across the table, her beautiful eyes without blinking.

"I just see. Tang Meng replied lightly.

"See, see, see?" asked Li Xingqing suspiciously. She thought to herself: "It stands to reason that this stage is just to cut some bonds, and you can't see any scenes." ”

"It's a sword. Tang Meng seemed to be immersed in some kind of gentle expression, and said intoxicated with an expression that did not match his image, "That is the sword that belongs to me, a sword that can cut everything!"

"What do you mean?" Li Xingqing was still puzzled.

"The waiter is here. Tang Meng said suddenly.

"What do you command?" As he spoke, the meticulously dressed waiter appeared again, but beside Tang Meng.

"Check out, pack my share by the way. Tang Meng said.

"Okay, wait a minute. After the waiter responded, he began to quickly pack the sumptuous dishes that Tang Meng had not moved at all.

After Tang Meng paid the money, he said to Li Xingqing, who was sitting next to him in a daze, thinking about what Tang Meng saw: "Teacher, thank you for your special guidance, I have some understanding." I'll just invite you to this meal. ”

After saying that, Tang Meng was about to go out with a large pile of vegetable boxes, but when he saw Li Xingqing as if he had just woken up from a big dream, he grabbed Tang Meng's arm and asked Tang Meng with a very eager expression: "Wait, Tang Meng, you should join our Taoist." I feel like you're fit to carry the avenue. ”

Li Xingqing's intellectuality after wearing glasses is gone, but like a child grabbing a toy, he just won't let Tang Meng go. Tang Meng is also not easy to make a big move in public, and Li Xingqing seems to be firmly and forcefully buckled Tang Meng. It's embarrassing. Tang Meng found a slightly familiar person, and he wanted to leave this place even more.

The person who came was a male classmate with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick brown hair, and he looked a little handsome. But the dress is very flamboyant. Wearing an expensive shirt but no tie, the buttons were opened at random. The lower body is wearing slacks, expensive leather shoes, and expensive watches in his hands. But there is something that doesn't match, and at first glance, there is a bit of a playboy temperament.

He didn't know that he was holding the beauty of that class again. She has a melon seed face and big eyes, but she is wearing heavy makeup, and the tiredness in her eyes cannot be concealed.

Due to the decoration of the restaurant, Tang Meng's box had a horizontal plate of grass and flowers in front of the box, which blocked part of his view. He just saw Tang Meng.

"Yo, isn't this Tang Meng, who has never come here to eat, why do you have money to eat today?" his tone was full of mockery.

"Who are you? You seem to have some impressions?" Tang Meng said with some confusion, his expression calming down. and motioned for Li Xingqing to let go of his arm first.

But this remark seems to have stimulated the local tyrant classmate. It took him several breaths to calm his mind. He said with complicated eyes: "My name is Yang Haicheng, classmate Tang Meng, you are really forgetful." ”

It's just that the girlfriend who was hugging him next to him reacted a little strangely. His eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Tang Meng, like a rabbit being scared when he saw a tiger?

Yang Haicheng: Tang Meng thought about this name for a long time before he remembered that he was a young man, that sword competition, and that desperate expression.

And going back in time, Yang Haicheng also recalled the shame that should have been the sophomore in high school.

He was a finalist in the International Junior Fencing Competition, in which Tang Meng participated.

At that time, Tang Meng seemed to have nothing but a sword. Tang Meng didn't have any friends to help, and even his parents didn't come. And Yang Haicheng's fans shouted wildly. The sound was higher and higher. At this time, Yang Haicheng was complacent, and he kept waving his hand to the audience.

At this time, Tang Meng only had the fencing in his hand, the cold hilt, the protective gear that suppressed his body senses was still on his body, and the thick gloves hindered Tang Meng's willingness to directly feel the sword.

The referee stood between Tang Meng and Yang Haicheng. Seeing Tang Meng's face sinking like water under the mask of his face, the cold eyes made the referee stunned.

"Ready, begin. The referee announced loudly.

After all, Yang Haicheng was also a powerful fencer, and immediately put on a posture, ready to start looking for Tang Meng's flaws, but was surprised to find that Tang Meng's fencing posture was very strange. Unlike traditional fencing, where the arms are semi-bent, it's easy to shoot quickly. But they treat fencing as if it were a traditional Chinese sword, with their hands falling naturally towards the floor and the sword pointing to the ground, which looks very chic and natural.

"Hmph, do you look down on me for being handsome like this? Yang Haicheng thought secretly. He tried to make a move, but he stopped. Because his opponent suddenly said a word to him, and it did not drown out the voice of cheering him on. But he could clearly hear the whispers of his rival, who was as dashing as an ancient swordsman.

"How can such a sword be a real sword? It's really sad, what do you say?" Tang Meng seemed to be asking Yang Haicheng, but it was more like asking himself the sword in his hand.

Before Yang Haicheng could react, a sword was pressed against his chest. The lightning is its speed, and the thunderball is its power. Even if he tried his best, he couldn't take a sword.

Just as the referee was about to announce the victory of the first game, Tang Meng moved again. Tang Meng moved the sword behind him and stabbed forward hard. At that moment, Yang Haicheng saw Tang Meng's cold and sharp eyes hidden under the mask, like what? Yang Haicheng remembered, like a sharp sword. So the originally blunt fencing sword head penetrated the thick protective suit. And the blood stained the sword of the sword.

So the scene was screaming and chaotic, Yang Haicheng had long since lost his mind, and he had even forgotten the appearance of the doctor who helped him stop the bleeding. It's just that he still remembers the back of the person who was still indifferent and turned away at that time.

At the end of the memory, Tang Meng still didn't react. And Yang Haicheng looked at his flat face, so he automatically decided in his mind that Tang Meng was full of indifference.

"Hmph, how often do you come here? I often bring my girlfriend with me. Yang Haicheng said, telling the fact that he was rich and had a girlfriend. and motioned to his girlfriend next to him to say hello.

But the girl glanced at her classmate stubbornly, her expression was twisted, and she said weakly: "Senior Tang Meng is good." ”

"Well, is there anything else? I'll leave first," Tang Meng was still angry and indifferent.

Yang Haicheng wanted to say something, but a stunning beauty suddenly appeared next to Tang Meng. compared his girlfriend to the next one mercilessly. If you really want to compare. It is said that the stunning red face is divided into four layers: one is the immortal who also admires his face, the second is to fight for the kings of the world, the third is to dance with the moon and the moon, and the fourth is gentle like water and other monarchs.

"Li Xingqing should belong to the second kind of red face in ancient times. Tang Meng thought.

Before Yang Haicheng came back to his senses, Tang Meng had already taken it, oh no, he was dragging Li Xingqing away, after all, Li Xingqing was still holding his arm. looks like a lover who is close to Tang Meng.

"No, it's impossible, how could Mr. Li fall in love with him?" Yang Haicheng muttered, and suddenly blamed his girlfriend next to him, "Why are you so strange today? ”

"You, why are you so unreasonable?" After speaking, she left with her bag on her shoulder, only she knew that in the hazy days of love, she once took the first step bravely to the love in her heart, and confessed to the longing senior Tang Meng, but failed.

"I was in tears then and I am now, but I still can't forget it. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but only she knew.

Tang Meng didn't know these stories of others and himself. He is very helpless now, if Li Xingqing walks through the campus like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to come to class tomorrow, right? Not to mention whether he will be expelled from the rumored love between teachers and students, Teacher Li's support club alone is enough to trample himself to death with one foot.

"Teacher Li, I'll think about it, can you let me go first?" Tang Meng said helplessly.

"No, you have to give me a clear answer. What's wrong with joining Taoism, if we learn the Tao, we can still realize the Dao and provide high-quality Dharma weapons. Even if you eat meat dishes, you can also marry a Taoist couple. "At this moment, how can Li Xingqing look like a teacher?

Seeing that the scattered classmates around him were gathering more and more, and they exchanged heads and ears, Tang Meng said helplessly to Li Xingqing: "Give me a day to think about it." ”

"Okay. Li Xingqing let go of her hand and returned to her cold appearance.

It's just that a certain part of her plump looks turbulent because she has just loosened, and there is a hint of flushing on her face, coupled with her somewhat messy professional suit and cold pretty face, it simply makes the male classmates around her howl.

Tang Meng ran to the school gate without looking back, her fragrance was still on her body, and the soft touch on her chest was still on her hands. However, Tang Meng didn't seem happy, but touched his shriveled wallet with a melancholy face, remembering that there was an angel Lolita at home, he sighed secretly: "Who said that women's meals are small?"