After a little hesitation, Xia Qingchen came to the guard and took out the letterhead: "I have a letter for Miss Yun, can you deliver it on your behalf?"

Linlang Island is such a treasure land of cultivation, he has no time to waste on delivering letters.

"Where did the prodigal son come from, he doesn't understand the rules. The guard squinted, his words undisguised with contempt.

Another guard drove away with a nirvana weapon in his hand: "If everyone's letterhead can be handed over, they still have to queue up?"

Even the guards do not have the right to enter and leave the villa area at will.

If you want to attract Yun Huaxin's attention by writing love letters, there is no way, you can only obediently line up and get the opportunity to meet Yun Huaxin.

Xia Qingchen frowned slightly, he thought it would be easy, but he didn't expect that there would be some trouble.

He took back the letterhead and prepared to make another plan at another time.

"It's all gone, don't gather here without a silver pass. The guards shouted to disperse the crowd that refused to leave.

Well?

Xia Qingchen's heart moved, and he immediately stepped forward: "I want to enter." ”

"Hey, what I just said is a waste of words?" the guard bared his teeth, even newcomers should be able to understand human speech, right?

Why didn't this newcomer understand what he meant?

"Today, Miss Yun's quota for summoning guests is full, do you want me to repeat the same words?" The guard held the nirvana, and if he made trouble again, he would start beating people.

Xia Qingchen's sleeve robe shook slightly, and the golden pass fell out of the sleeve, revealing half of it, and shook it in front of the guards.

The latter's fierce face, under the illumination of the golden light, suddenly converged, replaced by solemnity, immediately bowed down and clenched his fists, and then quickly came to the entrance and opened the bronze giant door: "Your Excellency, please." ”

He smiled and looked the same way he had just judged.

Xia Qingchen paused, looked back and said, "Mingzhu, Linglong, look for a place to stay and wait for me, come back as soon as possible." ”

Yue Mingzhu put her arm around Linglong, turned around and walked to the periphery, and seemed to smile before leaving: "Converge a little?"

Xia Qingchen smiled bitterly: "It's just to send a letter, and you won't be confused by it." ”

No matter how beautiful that cloud painting heart is, it is difficult to move his heart.

"I mean, don't be too good so you don't capture the heart of another innocent girl. Yue Mingzhu covered her mouth and giggled, and her voice was as beautiful as the morning breeze blowing a silver bell.

Xia Qingchen was surprised, then shook his head with a chuckle, and walked into the manor villa area.

Under the guidance of the guards, Xia Qingchen walked alone to a manor in front of a mountainside.

The environment in the garden is quiet and elegant, and the servants who come and go are very literate.

It can be seen that the owner of the estate is a person who pays great attention to the quality of life.

Before Xia Qingchen died, he said to the servant who received him at the door: "Miss Yun is in Xia Qingchen, I want to visit one or two, please inform." ”

The servant was very polite: "Childe, I'm very sorry, Miss Yun only made an appointment with ten guests today, you can come back another day." ”

Xia Qingchen's patience ran out.

He wasn't a disciple, he was just there to deliver a letter.

Come to the door, but let him in?

"Please forward this letter. Xia Qingchen took out the letterhead with an expressionless face and put it on the stone platform in front of the door.

But, just as he was about to put it down, there was a helpless sigh from the manor: "Since they are all here, let's make an exception and come in." ”

The voice of the sigh is as soft as the spring breeze, which makes people's hearts numb, and I can't help but imagine what a dignified and beautiful woman the owner of the voice is.

"Childe, Miss has spoken, please. The servant changed his attitude.

Xia Qingchen thought about it, but he still endured it and took back the letterhead.

The letterhead personally entrusted by the Heavenly Hate Minister is naturally best if it can be handed over to the other party by hand.

After entering, he found ten young men standing silently in the front yard.

All of them were suitors who had come to visit Yun Huaxin, and one of them, Xia Qingchen had met not long ago.

That is, the son of the Northern Abyss Sword Venerable.

He stood in the middle of the front yard, with his hands behind his back, and his head held high, and the young people in the vicinity were humble and kept a considerable distance.

Yun Huaxin's voice, they naturally heard it, so they collectively watched Xia Qingchen's entry.

Most people were curious, why the ten people in the cloud painting heart were full, and the guards on the periphery would let people in.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun, his eyelids opened a line, and he glanced at Xia Qingchen expressionlessly and silently withdrew it, never taking Xia Qingchen seriously at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the past practice, only one person can stay and taste flower tea with Miss today. A well-dressed maidservant smiled warmly.

According to the previous rules, the ten people who came to visit had to go through layers of investigation, and the final winner could stay and discuss tea with Yun Huaxin.

The rest of the people can only come back tomorrow.

"Miss Yun has some problems today, just let the horse come. "The son of the Northern Abyss Sword Venerable is imposing.

The maidservant smiled: "There are three levels today. ”

"In the first level, those who are not good looking and dressed refuse to meet. The handmaid smiled as before, but her posture was so high that it was intimidating.

It was the first time Xia Qingchen had heard that when he saw a person, the other party was so picky and harsh.

After speaking, the rest of the people tidied up one after another, lest they be eliminated.

The maidservant said: "In the first pass, only five people can be left. ”

She swept away her eyes, judging by her appearance and clothing, who should be eliminated.

Most of the young people present were mediocre in appearance, even if they were the sons of Beiyuan Sword Venerable, their honor was not up or down.

He was dark-skinned, had wild hair, and dressed casually.

If it were based on his appearance and clothing alone, he would have been eliminated.

"Did you hear it, get out of five!" the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable snorted coldly, raised his left foot and stepped on the ground hard.

The aura of the four directions quickly converged, forming a whirling rune under his feet.

As the soles of the feet stepped on, the runes shattered, setting off a rather alarming gust of wind.

He didn't move, but the people around him couldn't compete with the power of the ground-level martial arts of the son of the Northern Abyss Sword Venerable, and they were all blown around.

People are still like this, not to mention hair and clothing.

Looking around, except for Xia Qingchen, who was not stained with dust, the rest of the people were all embarrassed.

The maid sighed silently and muttered softly: "Every time I come, I am so domineering." ”

Although she didn't like it in her heart, she could only stick to the rules, and pointed her fingers at the five most embarrassed people: "Five sons, please come back tomorrow." ”

If they can still get a spot tomorrow.

In the end, the five people left, including Xia Qingchen and the son of Beiyuan Sword Venerable, remained on the field.

The maidservant smiled and said: "The second level, listen to the piano, guess what Miss thinks correctly, and only two people will be left in this level." ”

After speaking, a melodious piano sound came from the backyard.

Xia Qingchen's eyebrows raised slightly, there is no end!

This cloud painting heart is inevitably too overestimating itself, so that it makes many cumbersome levels difficult for the pursuers.

As for the mood conveyed in the sound of the piano, I believe that everyone present can feel it - boring!

Who can not be bored with the reception of guests day after day? (updated tomorrow at 12 noon)