"Isn't this He Lang's room?" Tianming asked in a low voice.

"He Lang's room is on the side, how much did he drink, he was drunk like this?" Zhan Zhaohua got out of bed and walked in front of the two of them and asked in surprise.

"It's just one altar, or the two of us. Tianming said calmly.

Zhan Zhaohua glanced at the person in front of him through the faint light, the other party was not tall and thin, but from the face, he also looked like he was in his twenties, and his ordinary face was full of calmness.

Tianming did not show a little panic because of Zhan Zhaohua's scrutiny, but was very calm.

"Just let him go with me, or no one will pour him saliva at night." Zhan Zhaohua said and freed up half of his bed.

After Tianming put He Lang on the bed, he said goodbye and left.

The next day, when He Lang woke up, he found himself lying in Zhan Zhaohua's room.

"Wake up, you are so bold, you are drunk like that at the inner gate, if you are seen by the people in the disciple hall, you will be removed from the list. Zhan Zhaohua scared He Langdao.

"I didn't drink much, I remember I even danced a sword for Tianming. He Lang recalled.

"Tianming, is that the little guy who sent you back last night?"

"Yes, he sent me back? I remember dancing a set of swords, and then I don't remember what happened, did I really drink too much?"

Recently, Xiao Jin has often run to Lotus Peak.

He likes the snacks made by Pan Caiyun, and he feels uncomfortable not eating a few pieces every day.

Of course, in addition to dim sum, there is another reason, that is, in the academy guarded by the Pan An brothers and sisters, there are countless cheats, and Xiao Jin can secretly read them.

He sat next to Pan Caiyun whenever he had time, holding a snack in one hand and flipping through the cheats in the other, if he didn't understand anything, he could ask the people around him directly.

Pan Caiyun also began to like Xiao Jin, and she felt more and more that Xiao Jin was just a child.

I often lose my temper for no reason, but as long as I coax it for a while, it's okay again.

Of course, her idea was right, Xiao Jin was not big, but on the surface it looked much bigger.

In the past few days, He Lang found that Zhan Zhaohua ran out whenever he had time, and he was always full of spring breeze.

He Lang was very curious, since Jin Yun was gone, Zhan Zhaohua had rarely been so happy, could it be that he fell in love again?

"Second brother, have you met Peach Blossom?" He Lang asked.

"Am I that obvious?" Zhan Zhaohua said with some surprise.

"It's a person, anyone with eyes can see it. He Lang glanced at the other party and said.

"Really, do you know who it is?" Zhan Zhaohua looked very proud.

"Who? Who else can there be? It's definitely not from our peak, I see you running down the mountain as soon as you get out of class, it won't be the little girl who talked to you when you started, right?" He Lang guessed while drinking herbal tea.

"Brother, you are really smarter than I thought, that little girl, what do you think?" Zhan Zhaohua was even more stunned, and his face was simply smiling.

"She does look good, but what is her situation, have you inquired clearly?" He Lang saw that Zhan Zhaohua was simply dizzy by the woman, and thought that he should be made sober.

"Since Jinyun left, my heart has always been empty, but the appearance of Aster makes me seem to see Jinyun's shadow, there are some places on their bodies, they are too similar. Zhan Zhaohua muttered.

"Second brother, do you think about the second sister-in-law thinking too much, why don't I realize that there is anything similar between them?" He Lang thought that Zhan Zhaohua was trying to make excuses for his own heart.

"Can I still lie to you, their eyes are very similar, forget it, let's talk about it when I come back, I'll go out first, don't wait for me to eat." ”

As he spoke, Zhan Zhaohua disappeared in the blink of an eye like a rabbit.

He Lang could only shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking: "People are so big, why are they not stable at all!"

He Lang and his wine and meat friend Tianming have been getting together more and more frequently recently, and later, even if they don't go to barbecue, Tianming will come to He Lang's courtyard after class.

The two sat at the stone table in the small courtyard, eating side dishes and drinking the wine brought by Tianming, and chatting very pleasantly.

He Lang felt that there were many common topics between him and Tianming.

"He Lang, you are also a sword cultivator, right?" Tianming asked.

"How can you tell, I didn't tell you?" He Lang was a little surprised.

"After you got drunk last time, you danced a set of swordsmanship for me, and from the qi of the sword gang, you can feel that the sword qi is not ordinary cold. Tianming took a sip of wine and smiled.

"It's not that my brother deliberately concealed it, but now this sword cultivation is too worthless, compared to those great gods in the outer gate, I am a scumbag, and now I am embarrassed to mention it to others, I am a sword cultivator. Saying that, He Lang sighed and poured two more sips of wine.

"Why do you have to compare yourself with others, I think your qualifications are quite good, not worse than anyone else. Tianming was a little puzzled.

"Really? I'm afraid you're saying this too late, I've given myself up now. ”

He Lang saw that the other party looked puzzled and continued: "You know the ancestor of our sect, Yuxian Xianjun, at first I fantasized that I would go to a dog~ luck was favored by him and took me in, and then I thought about it, even if his eyes are crooked, he can't look down on me." ”

He Lang laughed at himself while drinking, looking resigned to his fate.

"Why are you so unconfident in yourself?" Tianming asked in surprise.

"I'll tell you about all the stupid things I've done, and you'll know why I'm not confident. ”

He Lang obviously drank too much again, and under the influence of alcohol, he told the other party all his troubles one by one, especially when he said that he was killed by the Qilin King and made him look ugly, he couldn't stop laughing.

If you don't listen to someone from the beginning, you'll think he's telling someone else's joke.

The two moved from the yard to the house, and continued to chat, and Tianming spent a night listening to He Lang tell him in detail about what he had experienced in recent years.

He couldn't help but marvel, the person in front of him looked at the bright appearance, and he could almost charm countless beauties in an instant, and there were so many sad pasts behind him, and he couldn't help but sigh that the world was impermanent.

In the end, Tianming did not leave, but slept in He Lang's room.

It wasn't until the next day that He Lang knew that when he was drunk, he poured out all the disgraceful things, and he was really ashamed for a while.

Tianming did not ridicule and ridicule him as He Lang imagined, but encouraged: "He Lang, after listening to your story, I don't think you will be looked down upon, on the contrary, I think you have experienced so many things, and you can still face life with a smile, which shows that you have strong perseverance, which is incomparable to others." ”

He Lang's eyes widened, he didn't expect Tianming to understand himself so well, he simply beautified himself from head to toe, he didn't feel that he had perseverance and where he was worthy of attention, but under Tianming's guidance, he pondered it again, and he did feel that he still had a little bit of blood and a little backbone.

"Brother, you mean, I don't want to give up on myself?" He Lang asked this sentence at the same time, in fact, he also asked himself again.

"Of course you can't give up, you must believe that you are the strongest!" Tianming was rare, and his words were also mixed with some emotion.

He Lang nodded slightly, originally he only planned to go to see the excitement in ten days, but after being encouraged by Tianming, he suddenly changed his mind.

On the morning of the same day, He Lang went to the Chuangong Hall early in the morning, ready to say leave to Liu Heng, and went to the inner gate to register for the disciple selection competition ten days later.

He Lang hesitated and walked in front of Liu Heng, and found that Fang Bu and the four or five female disciples were all gathered around Liu Heng and whispered about cultivation.

Liu Heng saw He Lang coming over, but he didn't speak, so he asked, "He Lang, do you have any questions to ask?"

Seeing that Liu Heng was asking himself, He Lang scratched his head and said in a low voice, "Immortal Master, I'll ask you for a leave." ”

"Oh?

Because of He Lang's specialness, Liu Heng usually pays great attention to him, and he has never seen him ask for leave to take homework before, and he is also very surprised.

"Today is the last day of registration for the disciple selection competition, and I heard that the procedures are very cumbersome, so I am afraid that I will delay the seminary, so I came to ask for leave. He Lang squeaked and whispered.

"What, you want to participate too?" Liu Heng asked in surprise after hearing this.

"Exactly, I want to try it too. He Lang bowed his head and replied.

Obviously, everyone, including Liu Heng, was extremely surprised when they heard that He Lang was going to sign up, and they suddenly thought that He Lang was also a sword cultivator, and he was the only sword cultivator on Qingxu Peak.

"Senior Brother He, you have just built a foundation, and you really treat yourself as a garlic?" Fang Bu looked sneering.

"Yes, I heard that at least Jin Dan is the one who participates in the competition, do you have that ability?" A senior sister named Zhao Mei exchanged a meaningful look with Fang Bu and said sarcastically.

"Senior Brother He, I suggest that you stabilize the foundation first, you haven't seen those sword cultivators in the outer gate all murderous, you should think about it again, don't be impulsive. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old junior sister said worriedly.

For a while, a few people around me, every word you said, and I said, kept sarcastically ridiculing He Lang's inadequacy.

He Lang can only listen to the teachings of a few senior brothers and sisters to himself, there is a written rule in the door rules, the younger generation must always respect the teachings of the seniors, and not be disrespectful, at present, on Qingxu Peak, he is a complete junior, except to swallow his anger, there is no better way.

After a while, the news that he was going to sign up for the disciple competition spread to more than 200 disciples of Qingxu Peak, and everyone knew about it, and everyone thought that he was purely whimsical.

"He Lang, I know that you are very strong, but it is not the second brother who poured cold water on you, I heard that due to the too many sword cultivation here this time, this selection competition is actually a martial arts competition, the sword has no eyes, let's save our lives first!" Zhan Zhaohua said earnestly.

He Lang found that no one here was cheering him up, on the contrary, they were all beating themselves, was he really so useless? But suddenly remembering Tianming's words, Tianming's expectant gaze at him, he nodded firmly, and walked out.

The registration procedures for the disciple selection competition are very cumbersome, you need to fill in a lot of questions, and you also have to test your current cultivation level, and you can only get the admission qualification after you pass the qualifications.

He Langguang lined up, and spent the morning testing his cultivation, answering questions, and when everything was finished, he took the qualification number back to his residence, and the sky was already dark.

Tianming knew that He Lang had signed up for the selection competition, and he was also extremely happy.

"Tianming, no one in the entire Qingxu Peak is optimistic about me, I really don't know if it's right or wrong for me to participate. ”

"No matter what the result is, as long as you work hard, you will be worthy of your heart, and I believe in your strength. ”

Although Tianming's words were very sincere, He Lang didn't believe that he had that strength at all, on the contrary, when he pressed his handprints on the form of life and death, his legs trembled and his whole body trembled.

He always felt that he had to be laughed at by all his classmates this time.

Of course, it's normal not to be selected, but if you are injured or disabled in a competition, you may not even have someone to comfort you.

But now it's too late to think about anything, and the people of the entire Qingxu Peak know that he is going to participate in the competition, so he has no choice but to bite the bullet.