For Meng Jue, the days after coming to Qingdu were like a dream.

He could lie in the most expensive room of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, on the individually customized waterbed, and sleep comfortably for most of the day.

From the moment he woke up in Gulan Villa, he began to be sleepy all the time, and the young master told him that this was because he was too young and his body had not yet developed enough to withstand the full internal force in his body, so he used sleep to regulate.

And he was happy to do so.

The young master was born handsome, and he was very popular in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the beautiful brothers and sisters loved to look at him from afar, showing a look of admiration, but in front of outsiders, the young master always had a cold face, and his mind was inscrutable.

On the day of the summer solstice, the young master's whole person was very strange.

In the afternoon, he suddenly sat in the big private room in the pavilion and talked and laughed with his five or six sisters. He lazily draped in a thin shirt, pinched the wine glass, took a sip from time to time, and his every move aroused the spring hearts of his sisters, and he diligently poured wine for him, peeled fruits, and told some romantic stories among celebrities in Qingdu......

As love to nag - people who are born beautiful have their own sultry stunts, and the young master is a good example.

He began to feel sleepy after watching it for a while, and after a sigh of relief, he went back to the house.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by the drunken young master, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the young master leave the bed, walked to the table and sat down, staring at the red candle lit on the table stupidly.

Unusually quiet.

Such a state was only seen on the day Sister Xue Yan got married.

"Young master, what do you want?" Meng Jue couldn't help but ask, he didn't dare to say her name, for fear of upsetting the young master again.

The young master ignored him and just sat silently.

After a long while, he returned to the bedside, and he didn't take off his clothes, and lay down next to him and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he could smell the rich smell of wine.

In the afternoon, the No. 3 field of Yuanwu Street.

Tanuki team vs. Rouge team.

More than half of the audience were men and women, and they immediately cheered as they looked at the members of the two teams who walked up from both sides of the competition platform.

Stepping on a wooden drag, a man wearing a loose crimson kimono, his black hair was simply tied behind his head with a red ribbon, and he wore an evil fox mask on his face, but his temperament was extremely suitable, and people couldn't help but look forward to the beauty behind the mask, he held the white jade flute in one hand, and touched the soft red hair of the boy in the red clothes on his side with the other hand. The boy was also wearing a red and black painted laughing cat mask on his face, his hands were empty, and he walked staggeringly, as if he had accidentally fallen asleep.

On the other side are twin sisters who look almost identical, they are dressed in blue-purple power suits, with blue bracers with gold threads drawn into the shape of antlers at their wrists, and their long honey-colored hair is braided into a long braid, one on the left and the other on the right on their chests, and the ends of their hair are tied with bow-like cloth ornaments. With bright brown-black eyes and cherry red lips, they are puffing out their cheeks, flicking their faces and glancing at the two tanuki who are casually on stage.

The weapon they hold in their hands has a unique shape, all silver, like the wings of a bird, the lines of the feathers can be clearly seen on the surface, the thin silver chain comes out of the tail of the wing, and the other end is connected to the black short club, which is held by the sisters.

"Tia, they look weak, they're here to make soy sauce."

"Mia, they don't look nervous at all, let's be careful."

Seeing the combination of fox and cat masks on the other side, Mia showed a hint of disdain, she hated fancy men the most, and Tia was watching them carefully.

Meng Jue lazily sighed, tilted his head to look at Ting Sheng, "Young Master, do you want a quick decision?" ”

He wanted to take a shot alone to solve the cute rouge team on the opposite side as soon as possible, and end the game and go back to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to rest, after all, the young master drank so much wine last night.

It's so sleepy, it's a boring game, he muttered to himself.

"You stand aside and rest, and I'll receive the two sisters, who are our important messengers."

Ting Sheng looked at the twin sisters opposite, and with a gentle smile, he walked to the center of the martial platform, his lips moving slightly.

"Girls from Karakuri Villa, my name is Arashi, and I have the privilege of learning martial arts with you."

His voice was soft and clear, and the audience saw him silently watching the enemy, silently declaring war, only Tia and Mia heard his voice in their ears, and they changed color in an instant.

Tia's beautiful eyebrows were raised, and her wrist slowly shook the silver weapon in her hand, "Don't talk nonsense!" Mia, let's get started! ”

She suppressed the surprise in her heart, the man from the Tanuki team actually recognized their identities just after they met.

Sanzhuang Six Pavilion is famous all over the world, but the descendants of Sanzhuang have always concealed their identities when they walk in the world, and there are not a few weapons in the world in the past few years, if you just assert their identity from their weapons, this is too arbitrary.

Ting Sheng moved the mask up, raised his arms naturally, supported the flute with his thumb, picked up the white jade flute and leaned it under his lips, closed his eyes and began to play.

The sound of the flute is melodious, which is incompatible with the noisy atmosphere of the arena, and it blows like a long song.

Seeing this, Tia and Mia looked at each other and sneered at the same time - showing off the wind and snow moon on a martial arts occasion is no different from killing yourself.

The two of them raised their arms, their wrists shook, and the silver chains spun with their silver wings, spinning faster and faster, making a whining sound, like the sound of the wind caused by the flapping of the wings of a bird.

Ting Sheng stood quietly, his eyes closed, his fingers changing flexibly.

On the opposite side, Tia and Mia's weapon, Silver Feather, had swirled to form a silver shield.

"Tia, I'll attack you."

"Mia, I'll defend your attack."

Meng Jue, who was watching from the corner of the arena, suddenly opened his squinted eyes, his ears moved, and he saw a small colorless needle swishing out of Miya's silver shield.

It's fast, it's raining down.

Meng Jue looked at Ting Sheng's position with a calm gaze.

Only as Tingsheng's soul servant, he will see a little white light floating beside Tingsheng in his eyes, and with the melody of the long song xing, a white disc-shaped five-pointed star map gradually appeared under Tingsheng's feet.

Stepping on the Seven Star Steps, the rhythm of the flute music was not interrupted at all, and he easily avoided the dense forest needles that shot at him, and the corners of Ting Sheng's mouth seemed to smile when he closed his eyes - this long song was really loved by the souls, and he collected the soul power and news he wanted so quickly.

Among the noisy spectators, there was a man in a blue shirt whose eyes were wandering, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, "Ahhh ”

Miya raised her eyebrows, took a few steps forward, her wrist joints moved slightly, and the silver feather shield kept changing directions, aiming at Tingsheng in the dodge, and the silver feather shield in Tia's hand behind her also began to shoot out fine colorless ice needles, and Miya attacked the retreat position of the predicted Zhongtingsheng.

The swirling silver-feathered shield in their hands swirled with a thin cloud of white smoke.

(To be continued)