A man walked to the flower shop, glanced at Jiang Luo and Liu Qingshan slightly, looked at the signboard on the door of the shop, and asked, "Boss, do you have fresh roses?"

He looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in dark gray casual clothes, with short four-and-six-minute hair, and a guitar on his shoulder, as ordinary as a grain of sand, and walked inconspicuously down the street.

Cheng Hong hurriedly turned around, pointed to the rose cluster on the right, and said with a smile: "Yes, this was just shipped at eight o'clock in the morning." ”

The man nodded, walked into the flower shop slowly, poked the guitar at the counter, walked to the roses, lowered his head and sniffed, "Yes, it's my favorite Lincheng rose, I want a hundred." ”

"Okay, I'll wrap it for you right away, do you need to write a greeting card?", Cheng Hong asked.

The man tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Just find a greeting card, write four words, and go all the way." ”

Cheng Hong was slightly surprised, and asked with a smile: "Your friend is going to go away?"

"Well, he probably won't come back this time, I want to do my best", the man said, looking left and right, as if he had a strong interest in each flower.

A few minutes later, Cheng Hong picked a hundred roses, wrapped them in pink plastic paper, spread out the brightly colored greeting card, and hesitated when she picked up the pen, "Sir, how about changing the congratulatory message to a smooth journey?"

The man didn't even look back, stared at a bouquet of stars and said, "No need to change it, write as I say." ”

Cheng Hong was helpless, and after writing the congratulatory message, she asked: "Do you still need to write the name of the flower recipient?"

The man said softly: "His name is Jiang Luo, Jiang Ziya's Jiang, Luoshen's Luo." ”

Jiang Luo heard it clearly at the door, and just swallowed a big mouthful of watermelon, almost choked, and the cucumber skin in his hand fell to the ground with a click.

He stood up and looked at the man carefully, convinced that he didn't know him at all.

Liu Qingshan exclaimed: "Senior brother, is he your friend?"

"No, I don't know him," Jiang Luo shook his head.

The man turned around calmly, his eyes as calm as well water, and the corners of his mouth were furrowed, evoking a mysterious smile.

"Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Yan Heping, the captain of the first team of Qilin. ”

"Are you Yan Heping?", Jiang Luo asked in surprise.

Yan Heping shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Aren't I like it?"

Jiang Luo shook his head, "IMHO, your image is too different from the legend. ”

Yan Heping is very famous, he once had the reputation of the soul of the Chinese army, and he has made great achievements in the army for fifteen years, and his influence in the Qilin team is second only to the iron-blooded instructor Xie Donglai.

But very few people have seen his true face, so the outside world has been rumored that he is a realistic version of 007, tall, handsome, suave, and able to kill people in conversation and laughter.

And the man in front of him is less than 1.75 meters, thin, dull-eyed, and carrying a guitar, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a depressed literary and artistic young man, without a bit of military style.

Yan Heping laughed dryly twice, and pointed to the flower in Cheng Hong's hand, "Seeing may not be believing, let alone hearing it?" Mr. Jiang, this bouquet of flowers is given to you, I wish you all the best." ”

Jiang Luo's face suddenly sank, and before the duel, he told his opponent to go all the way, which was a naked provocation and contempt.

"Mr. Yan, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, I won't lose. ”

Yan Heping said softly: "Yes, the dead don't care if they win or lose. ”

Jiang Luo didn't bother to talk to him, so he changed his words and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

Yan Heping lifted the long sleeves of his shirt, revealing a Cartier watch, and said, "There is a quiet satellite positioning system on the watch, and I found it all the way according to the system's instructions." ”

"I see", Jiang Luo answered lightly.

Liu Qingshan looked at Yan Heping carefully, but did not find a single trace of spiritual power from the other party, and said curiously: "Mr. Yan, are you a monk?"

Yan Heping shook his head, "I'm different from a few, you are a cultivator lineage, and I am a martial arts lineage." ”

Jiang Luo said: "Great, I have long wanted to compete with a real martial arts master, and the opportunity has finally come."

Mr. Yan, when are you going to make a move?"

Yan Heping was silent for a moment, and said, "If it's convenient for you, I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tonight." ”

"No, just tell me the location, I'll go by myself", Jiang Luo said categorically, not wanting to give the other party a chance to find out his strength.

Yan Heping said: "Guoan Martial Arts Hall, the basement floor, there is a heavyweight boxing match at eight o'clock tonight, and the players are naturally you and me." ”

Jiang Luo frowned, thinking that he had misheard, "Why are you going to the boxing match? shouldn't our competition be held in secret?"

"It's good to have a few more audiences, and besides, I have already promised the hall owner", Yan Heping finished speaking, picked up the guitar again, and walked out.

"Mr. Jiang, see you in the evening. Boss, just give him the flowers. ”

Cheng Hong shouted: "Mr. Yan, you haven't paid yet." ”

"This is a flower for Jiang Luo, you let him pay", Yan Heping said lightly, his toes moved forward a little, and he jumped more than ten meters away in an instant.

Cheng Hong rolled her eyes, threw away the inauspicious greeting card, and handed the flower to Jiang Luo, "I've sent it to you, don't ask for it, I wish you a successful start and success." ”

Jiang Luo took the fragrant rose and said with a smile: "Sister Hong, thank you." ”

"This Yan Heping God is chattering, weird, and refuses to even pay for flowers, it's really picky", Liu Qingshan muttered.

Jiang Luo rubbed his temples, feeling a little trance, and couldn't even believe that the person just now was Yan Heping.

"Senior brother, Sister Hong and I will come to the scene to cheer you up in the evening", Liu Qingshan clenched his fists and encouraged.

"Thank you, I won't lose", Jiang Luo said confidently.

Cheng Hong said softly: "It's really not good, the two of us are under the stage, secretly helping you, although the martial arts master is strong, but it is far less sharp than the monk, we mix a little water, he may not be able to find out." ”

Jiang Luo shook his head resolutely, "I understand your kindness, but I want to win him in a bright way, if I can't even win the captain of the Qilin, I will probably be led by the Qilin in the future." ”

He didn't know Yan Heping's strength, but he had seen Guo Qirui's skills, and heard that the strength of the captains of the first, second, and third teams was about the same, and he expected that Yan Heping was not much stronger than Guo Qirui.

was trapped in Lotus Village last month, and Guo Qirui still had to rely on him to save him, so he fought Yan and peace, without the slightest timidity and sense of crisis.

Liu Qingshan laughed, "It's really kind, worthy of being my junior brother." ”

After chatting for a while, Jiang Luo got up to say goodbye, and when he went home, he gave the roses to Luo Churan, without mentioning the duel at night.

Luo Churan received the roses, smelled the intoxicating fragrance, was full of joy, and said with a sweet smile: "Give Xiaomeng half of it for a while, and the remaining roses can be used to make pastries, and the roses are fragrant." ”

Jiang Luo scratched her nose and said dotingly: "This flower belongs to you, you can dispose of it however you want." ”