Fortunately, dusk always gives people pure happiness, so Zhang Yanchong forgot all his troubles for a while under the warm sunlight, so his eyes could notice the white figure in the center of the square at this time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a sunny day, this woman whose eyes seem to be on the top of her head, but inexplicably, Zhang Yanchong suddenly found that this woman was somewhat similar to himself in a sense.

In the empty square, the lonely white figure, arrogance is the shackles she is bound in loneliness, Zhang Yanchong is not arrogant, but he has the same loneliness, this loneliness always appears very vaguely, Zhang Yanchong knows that it is because of his indelible past, his unforgettable sadness.

Is it easier for two lonely people to be somewhat attractive? Zhang Yanchong suddenly found that he had a ridiculous idea, and he actually did it according to his ridiculous idea.

When Zhang Yanchong involuntarily approached within 100 meters of Qingtian, Qingtian's gloomy face was already facing Zhang Yanchong.

The sunny day is also in a daze, and in such a dusk, it is really difficult to make people sober, and all people may not be themselves for the time being.

So, Qingtian didn't snort coldly and walked away, and even, the contempt in her eyes that never seemed to disappear disappeared for the time being, she just slowly turned her head and looked at the sky that was nothing but seemed to contain everything.

Zhang Yanchong suddenly found that it was a very stupid thing to do, this kind of practice is often done unconsciously, and later found out that he was stupid, so Zhang Yanchong wanted to pretend to be passing by, and walked back around a corner, but at this time, there was a harsh sound that made Zhang Yanchong can't help but stop.

"Hehe, isn't this Senior Sister Qingtian?" It was a young man dressed as a scholar but with a hooligan temperament, Zhang Yanchong was surprised to find that this person actually had the cultivation of the later stage of foundation building.

When Qingtian heard this absolutely unpleasant voice, she actually showed a hint of surprise in a panic, and she said, "It's the senior brother of Confucianism." ”

This Senior Brother Wang smiled and said: "Why should Senior Sister Qingtian be excited, the junior brother is just here to report a very bad news, that is, Senior Brother Ji Tong did not pass the assessment this time, so he can't go down the mountain this year." ”

Zhang Yanchong already knew that the assessment of the other two doors was also the same as the assessment of the Daomen, but Zhang Yanchong wondered why Qingtian's attitude was so strange at this time.

It's a pity that the story in this is not something that Zhang Yanchong can excavate, and Zhang Yanchong has no hobby of snooping on other people's privacy, so Zhang Yanchong plans to leave this place as soon as possible, but Zhang Yanchong really shouldn't go out of the door today.

After Qingtian heard this, the face that had seen a little sunshine suddenly became gloomy again, and turned away without saying a word, at this time the scholar suddenly said: "Actually, since Senior Sister Qingtian has found such a little white face here to look at the sky, the younger brother thinks that Senior Brother Ji Tong should never go down the mountain." ”

Qingtian stopped suddenly, and although her voice was cold, she said a little tremblingly, "What did you say?" ”

"What did the little brother say, do you need to do it a second time?" The scholar sneered.

"You heard clearly, this person is just a disciple who was piggybacked on this time when he went down the mountain, don't talk nonsense!" Qingtian turned around and said angrily.

The scholar didn't seem to hear it, he actually turned around directly, and said: "Hehe, senior sister, don't be modest, my poor senior brother Jitong, the hat on your head is really bright!" ”

The scholar left like this, but Zhang Yanchong hadn't left yet, because at this time, Qingtian had already set his eyes on Zhang Yanchong, and there was no contempt in Qingtian's eyes, but there was hatred.

"Senior sister, eh, are you okay?" Zhang Yanchong asked.

"From now on, if you come within three meters of me, I will kill you!" Qingtian actually drifted away, Zhang Yanchong felt that he seemed to be here just to find a bad luck, Zhang Yanchong could only look at the distant figure of Qingtian, and smiled bitterly at the inexplicable anger and depression he was subjected to.

It is best for people not to be angry about the mistakes they make due to wishful thinking, because that will only make the mistake deeper, so Zhang Yanchong just smiled at the back of the sunny day, and went back to his room as usual.

Lin Fangyan was actually meditating and cultivating there quietly, and Zhang Yanchong quietly went to the open space at the other end of the room and sat cross-legged, and also entered the state of cultivation.

A month is really not a long time for a cultivator, and it often passes in a flash as soon as he closes his eyes.

A month was spent so quietly, but in Zhang Yanchong's heart, this month was not so peaceful, although he had been out of a state of cultivation, but after Li Jianyuan came here to peep a few times, Zhang Yanchong couldn't keep his mind calm like water, because Li Jianyuan's surprised gaze when he saw the state of his two separate cultivations made Zhang Yanchong feel that it was really a little imperfect for the two lonely men and widows to be so calm and alone.

It's just a month has passed, but nothing has happened, when Zhang Yanchong stood up to contact the sunlight outside the house, he felt extra warm, at this time Zhang Yanchong suddenly longed for a battle, since he built the foundation, Zhang Yanchong has not fought with anyone, Zhang Yanchong not only wants to know his true strength, but more importantly, because in this month, Zhang Yanchong feels that the slow improvement of his mana is really blood-vomiting, And Zhang Yanchong will never forget the magical power of perception that he brought him after every life-and-death battle, if he had the help of this power of perception, Zhang Yanchong believed that his cultivation progress would definitely be more than three times that of now.

It's just that when Zhang Yanchong saw the black tip coming out of next door, he hesitated a little about this idea, and he suddenly remembered that the monks in the later stage of foundation building here were the mainstream, and Zhang Yanchong had to rationally consider the irreparable gap between his early cultivation and the later stage.

Therefore, Zhang Yanchong intends to remain a pacifist, at least in front of people who are two levels higher than his own realm.

Heijian's gaze was as sharp and deep as his name, especially when this gaze carried that extreme contempt, even Zhang Yanchong, who had always been indifferent to this hurtful gaze, couldn't ignore this gaze.

Of course, Zhang Yanchong still didn't look concerned, so Heijian walked towards the square by himself.

Zhang Yanchong and Lin Fangyan also walked out of the room together, and immediately encountered Li Jianyuan, who was also next door.

"Senior brother, it seems that I misjudged you, well, in fact, senior brother should take care of some junior sisters, hehe, hehe......" Li Jianyuan's smirk made Zhang Yanchong a little speechless, while Lin Fangyan directly ignored the existence of this person and followed closely behind Zhang Yanchong.

In the center of the square is a high platform three or four meters higher than the surrounding area, on which there are several rows of tables and chairs, and several people in different costumes have sat on the chairs at this time, and Zhang Yanchong is among them.