Time flies, in the blink of an eye, it is more than May, and it is very leisurely to live a dull life every day when I return to Bencheng.

He is just a common man, and he goes out to buy groceries every day, bargains with small vendors, and has a good time with his neighbors, which makes him feel very fulfilled.

Hidden in the city, hidden in the merit and fame.

Leng Qianyou left, and the courtyard did not look so cold, and two women often appeared.

Zhang Mengqi and Ye Meier, as for the Bai family, they have been breathing for a long time, and they have long dared not jump out.

Zhang Chu used to be very curious about why his sister ran here every day, but found out that this was Qin Yang's residence.

Qin Yang can be said to be confused.

Am I so scary?

Su Ying has now opened a company by himself, and the business is not bad, he didn't bother in the past, as for Wu Youyou, he directly lost contact, thinking about when to go to Jiangnan to have a look.

On this day, after shopping in the mall with Zhang Mengqi and Ye Meier, he stood at the door of the department store and looked at a woman in a daze.

The back in front of me is very familiar, but it is a little unfamiliar.

With thin curly hair scattered, wearing a long white dress, like an elegant fairy, and a pair of silver high heels on her feet, she set off the other party's noble status.

The other party quickly got into the car and left slowly.

I didn't see the front, and I was somewhat sorry.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mei'er looked at Qin Yang, who was stunned, and asked with puzzlement in her eyes.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I looked at a person's back a little familiar just now."

Hearing this, Ye Mei'er suddenly laughed: "Giggles, I saw your eyes straight just now, and there are two big beauties around you, you don't have to look at others." ”

"Alas, it's really in response to the old saying, there is no good one in the catch, only the one that you have worked so hard to catch up with is the most precious."

When he said this, Qin Yang didn't dare to continue: "Ahem, Sister Ye, I don't have this idea, okay." ”

The matter was quickly put behind him, but he didn't know that this person was really an old acquaintance of his.

In the past few days, he has not been idle, catching up with old friends and chatting freely.

Back in the courtyard, sit in the pavilion and drink tea.

Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi began to get busy.

Suddenly looked out of the door and smiled: "Come in, I just made tea." ”

The white clothes are like snow, and the feet have no traces, and the person who comes is none other than the white-clothed sword saint Aotian, with a flushed face and black hair dancing wildly, like a dancer.

"Oh? What kind of tea, I don't know if I've drunk it? ”

In particular, this is the world, not your ancient martial arts world, there is no good tea reception here, and this guy is still equipped with this body, he is very suspicious that Aotian has not changed his clothes, or whether this Y has taken a bath.

"This is Pucha, let's try it."

Aotian sat under the pavilion and took a small sip, with a little jasmine fragrance and a little bit of roses, very surprised: "What kind of tea is Pucha?" Why haven't you heard of it? ”

Qin Yang's face darkened suddenly, there is no need for the uncle's to get to the bottom of it.

"Pu tea is just a very ordinary tea, made from jasmine and rose petals."

Burst!

What the heck! Aotian directly squirted out all the tea he drank into his mouth, and his face was full of hellish expressions.

Uncle's! Qin Yang quickly dodged and dodged the past, fortunately he dodged in time, otherwise all the tea would have been sprayed on his face.

"Cheap saint, isn't it the one who came here to find fault?"

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't hold back all of a sudden, I'll punish myself."

Hearing this, Qin Yang immediately rolled his eyes, Nima, you are drinking in front of you! also punished himself with a cup, but he is a sword saint, and he still needs to save a little face.

Zhang Mengqi and they quickly cooked the meal, and Aotian looked at the two women in front of him who were very harmonious with each other, and his face was full of surprise, this Huaxia is not monogamous.

How could Qin Yang be able to subdue the two of them, and they were also commensurate with sisters, it was really hanging.

The ancient martial arts world was affected by the world, and there was basically no phenomenon of groups of former wives and concubines, especially women with strong status, strength, and background, and regarded monogamy as the most important condition for choosing a son-in-law.

This meal was very harmonious. Especially since Aotian entered the Tongxuan Realm, he has been in retreat every day, and he has not eaten these foods at all.

At first glance, it tastes very good, especially the two of them have a deep understanding of martial arts, and the two are very topical.

Zhang Mengqi and Ye Meier didn't speak, they had never seen Aotian, and they didn't know that Qin Yang had such a friend.

The two chatted and chatted, and they actually had the meaning of hating each other.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, and those who don't know think that this is a pair of old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.

The food on the table was cleaned up and then replaced with tea, and the conversation between the two did not stop at all.

After chatting until late at night, the two shut up.

"On the fifteenth day of this month, Nanshan Nannan, see you or disperse." After Aotian finished speaking, he let out a hearty smile and walked outside.

The unbridled smile made Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi, who were originally a little dozing, wake up instantly.

Zhang Mengqi didn't know anything about the affairs of the ancient martial arts world, but Ye Meier knew a lot of things about Qin Yang, and her face was full of seriousness: "Qin Yang, who is this person?" ”

"Ancient Martial Realm, White-clothed Sword Saint Aotian."

This Aotian logo is too obvious, even if he doesn't tell her, I'm afraid that through Wang Kun and them at that time, they will also know, so it is better to say it generously.

"Nanshannan, are you going to compete in martial arts?"

Qin Yang touched his nose, nodded, and looked at Ye Mei'er, his face was full of helplessness, this woman was too smart, she was really unlikable.

"Sister Ye, what did you say? What Juggernaut? What kind of martial arts competition, is it too much to read martial arts novels. ”

With a look, Ye Mei'er obviously understood what he meant: "Hehe, just kidding, let's go, it's not early, no one plans to marry us, it's not good to stay here for the night." ”

When Zhang Mengqi heard this, her cheeks were slightly red, and she secretly glanced at Qin Yang, but was pulled away by Ye Mei'er.

Zhang Mengqi, who returned home, looked very annoyed, and in the end, she remembered the conversation between Qin Yang and Ye Meier in her heart.

Ancient martial arts world, white-clothed sword saint Aotian, Nanshan South, martial arts!

The words quickly came together, and she began searching online.

I don't know if I don't search, and I'm shocked when I search out.

There are very detailed records of the ancient martial arts world on the Internet.

The ancient martial arts world, known as the birthplace of martial arts, gathers a large number of martial artists here, and they are powerful and fly to the sky.

They are separated from the world, because the spiritual energy of the outside world is drying up, and they are unable to practice normally at all.

Then I searched for the white-clothed sword saint Aotian, and sure enough, I found a picture of his back on the Internet.

The other party carried a big sword on his back, and his white clothes were like snow, fluttering gently.

She instantly recognized that this person was the young man who had eaten with them today.

Autean

29 years old.

The master of the Xuanxuan Realm, once killed three masters of the Xuanxuan Realm, and in the same year, in the Flame Mountain Range, he killed hundreds of people with one sword.

Such an introduction, in the eyes of everyone, is tantamount to a fantasy novel, but I don't know why, Zhang Mengqi feels that all this should be true.