With the sound of a heavy and crisp gong, the masked girl upstairs held the rope of the hydrangea with her right hand, and threw the hydrangea into the air with all her strength. And what's even more amazing is the means of those girls to throw the ball!

The hydrangeas thrown together should have fallen straight down, but everyone stared closely at the hydrangea that their eyes locked, but they saw that the hydrangeas were interspersed in mid-air as if they had made an appointment, disrupting the originally stable order.

The men downstairs suddenly became at a loss, trotting up in a panic, their arms stretched extremely high, wishing they could jump three feet to catch the hydrangea in their sight. The chaotic hydrangea fell down rapidly, causing a group of men to chase it, and in order to grab the hydrangea, the means of collision with the other party were endless.

The chaos in the audience didn't seem to affect the condescending Lord Murong at all, and the leisurely style didn't show the slightest nervousness, only a pair of shrewd eyes scanned the bodies of the group of men below without a trace, quite a bit of observation in it.

The competition below is still very fierce, and after a long time, no lucky man can grab the hydrangea as he wishes, but it makes the people watching the excitement on the side watch it with relish.

Suddenly, Master Murong's eyes fell on the shade of a tree, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then he called the little guy around him, whispered and muttered, and continued to look at the fiery scene with a red face.

Dozens of fiery hydrangeas rose and fell in the air, and the colorful ribbons became more and more bright under the scorching sun. Just when everyone was fascinated, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and when everyone still looked at it, they saw a hydrangea being pushed by an eager hand, rising and falling from the top of a man's head, and I don't know who slapped it at the end, and the hydrangea was actually a long leg, and it swept through the crowd and flew straight towards the shade of a big tree.

At the same time, the red hydrangeas that also fell in mid-air were grabbed by the rest of the men in the palms of their hands. A well-arranged hydrangea competition was decided in the blink of an eye.

They are tired and tired of fighting here, but the hydrangea flies out of the sky and cheapens others, how can they not be unwilling? When everyone looked sideways, they saw that the person holding the hydrangea under the shade of the tree was a young man dressed in red, and looking at it, it seemed to be smaller than Master Murong's daughter!

Everyone looked at it for a long time, but the young man who caught the hydrangea did not say anything, and still stood under the shade of the tree, so that people could not see his appearance.

The other men who grabbed the hydrangea in the field were anxiously looking for the name on the hydrangea when they grabbed the hydrangea, but they were disappointed. Seeing that several men around him who also won the hydrangea were also in the same situation, everyone's eyes pointed to the shade of the tree.

Master Murong, who was originally on the tall building, came down from the upper floor with a smile on his face, symbolically inquired about the authenticity of the hydrangea in the hands of several lucky people, and then got the exact answer, and led a group of people to walk towards the shade of the tree.

"I don't know which son got the hydrangea, can you come out and see it?" The scorching light shrouded the shade of the tree, and Master Murong couldn't see the person holding the hydrangea clearly, and he thought that he shouldn't pull down his old face to see it himself, so he stood there and asked politely. He is the head of the Murong family, and he is not worried at all that the other party will not be obsessed with him and obey everything.

Only this time, I'm afraid he really kicked the iron plate.

Listening to the condescension and smugness in Master Murong's tone, Mu Aotian sneered contemptuously, if it weren't for the fact that she had just caught the flying foreign object with her eyes, the person flying with this fragrant hydrangea was Nanye beside her!

The competition for the hydrangea includes the interaction of Master Murong, but she has not fallen at all, and she naturally knows the inside story of it. Seeing that the old man Murong who was inconsistent with his appearance hit his mind on them, how could she be happy?

Bailida, who was standing on the side, noticed the coldness emanating from the master who was facing away from him in front of him, as if he realized that his momentary curiosity had caused a big disaster, so he hurriedly shrunk his neck and looked at Nanye with a pleading and bitter face.

Now the only one who can save him is Nanye!

It's a pity that the cold-faced man didn't pay attention to him at all, but looked at Mu Aotian quietly, and the cold air released on his body for many years seemed to ease a little. He did not speak, believing that the master he was following could handle it. The deep and cold black eyes swept over the proud and proud old man Murong, as ruthless as an ice arrow quenched with poison.

"Who is kicking Keju here and disturbing the good dreams of this son?" Mu Aotian pretended to be angry and cursed loudly, as if he was afraid that the people watching this bustle outside would not be able to hear.

Seeing that the woman glanced at herself, Nan Ye grinned at the corners of her mouth, and said coldly: "Xu is a faceless and skinless person, don't blame the son." Mu Aotian smiled when he heard this, this refers to Sang's scolding of Huai's kung fu.

"Well, my son has a lot of self-care and doesn't care about others!" The face of Master Murong under the crowd became a little ugly, and the other party's sharp words did not give him a chance to say more at all.

"It's just that how can this juju be so girly, colorful and colorful, and think that the flowers are particularly beautiful?" Mu Aotian spared no room for sarcasm, "It's better to pull out these messy things and save yourself the trouble of looking at them." ”

Why are you going to destroy the hydrangea?!

"Childe!" Master Murong couldn't help but exclaim, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, only to see the person who was holding the hydrangea at the moment.

It was a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair curled up with sandalwood hairpins, leaving a few bunches of fluttering on his shoulders, and a pair of narrow eyes that seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, but had a seductive taste. The fair and flawless skin seemed to be blown and broken, and the vermilion lips had a disdainful arc, with a bit of mockery. A gorgeous but unassuming red dress suddenly lined the young man like an immortal shining with the sun on the horizon.

Is it a milky and dry teenager? Old Master Murong's eyelids jumped, and he looked at the upright and handsome man beside the young man, gritted his teeth, and smiled kindly: "This little boy, this is a hydrangea and not a juju for playing." Don't play around, don't play around, quickly return the hydrangea to your brother. Hearing this, this group of people watching the excitement got rid of their doubts, it turned out that it was not this little boy who received the hydrangea, but the brother next to him!

Looking at the brother who had been silent, he couldn't help but clap his hands and say yes!

The man's face is cold, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his appearance is dignified, and his posture is magnificent, but he is also a good person!

Mu Aotian looked at Master Murong suspiciously, looking at the other party's funny words, his face was a little strange. Is it really ignorant or naïve to dare to pay attention to them without investigating them?

"Nanye, when did you become the elder brother of this son?" The young man's confused voice sounded clearly again, pushing the words of Master Murong into a precarious situation.

"The subordinates are just the subordinates of the master, and they dare not claim to be big." The two of them sang together, but they didn't care about Master Murong whose face was already dark and gloomy.

It turned out to be just a subordinate! Everyone suddenly realized that they couldn't help but feel a pity. In an instant, we began to discuss the identity of the young man in red, even a subordinate was born so good-looking, the identity of the young man must be good!

"It's the old man's clumsiness, and I never thought that the little boy's guards were also heavenly and human." Master Murong wiped his sweat and said stupidly, "It's just that can I ask the little boy to return the hydrangea?" Now that he has admitted it, he has provoked characters who should not be provoked, and it is no wonder that he will be embarrassed by the other party. He just did some tricks, borrowing the hydrangea to gather the young talents in the city here, and then secretly selected them one by one, arranged pushers in the crowd, and pushed the hydrangea to the hands of the son he wanted.

This time, he could only admit it, and the only thing he wanted was that this little boy who didn't look good offended could return the hydrangea to him as he wished.

"This son originally wanted to make it into a juju," Mu Aotian touched the hydrangea with a regretful face, which made the heart of the old man Murong who was watching not far away, nervous, afraid that the young man would destroy the hydrangea in one fell swoop, and how would his daughter marry at that time?

In fact, Mu Aotian was just annoyed by the fact that the other party dared to provoke them, and now after a toss, the anger in his heart has disappeared a lot, and seeing Master Murong's nervous appearance, he knows that he is a good father who loves his daughter, and he has no intention of making things difficult.

His eyes rolled, "That's it, my son has never seen such a way of marrying, so what kind of hydrangea recruitment continues, let them throw it again, show it to me, and I will return it to you." ”

What does this mean? Old Master Murong didn't think much about the plan of the young man in red, so he had to respond repeatedly: "This is natural, this is natural." "It's just that his daughter is bitter, and he threw hydrangeas twice, but I'm afraid that it seems that he has missed the auspiciousness.

Master Murong took the hydrangea, gave an order, and followed the tall building.

Given the opportunity to do it all over again, those men naturally refused to give up, wiped their sweat, and looked intently at the hydrangeas of the women upstairs without taking their eyes off the thin sweat-soaked clothes.

This time, without Master Murong's secret tricks, a few hydrangeas soon fell into the hands of the man. But accidents were inevitable, and another hydrangea bone fell into the arms of a man who was holding a book and reading carefully.

This man was born white and handsome, dressed in neat Confucian clothes, and his whole body was full of bookish air, which made people feel peaceful.

As if he didn't expect a joyful hydrangea to fall from the sky, the man was suddenly hit by gravity and took a few steps back, stared blankly at the round object in his arms, and said with a half-sound, somewhat difficult voice: "Who lost this thing, but anyone can see it?" After a while, everyone burst into playful laughter, this scholar is really stupid!

"Ah, Master Yu, you have received the hydrangea." The aunt on the side smiled and said, "Let's see whose name is embroidered on it?" ”

"Huh?" The man looked at the object in his arms in a daze, as if he still hadn't reacted, "Murong Ying." ”

"Yo! Congratulations, it's Miss Murong's hydrangea! The people around him immediately congratulated and happily pushed the man to the front.

Master Murong, who hurried down, looked at the man seriously, and although he didn't feel particularly satisfied, he reluctantly forced him to nod.

"Does Childe have a family?"

"Nope." The man shook his head dumbfounded.

"How old are you?"

"Just and weak crown."

"Do you have any relatives at home?"

"A loved one is deceased."

"That's you," Master Murong nodded with satisfaction and beckoned to the little servant, "Come on, invite my uncle in to change and wash up, and prepare to worship the church!" ”

"This ...... This ......" The man's ground was flushed, and he stammered to say something, and was helped into the building by the little guy who came in response.

found a marriage for his daughter, Master Murong also rejoiced, and said to everyone heartily: "Thank you for your support, tonight's little girl's wedding, the old man will invite you to a banquet, and please come to enjoy the light!" Then he departed happily with the joy of the crowd.

Looking at the crowd that had just left, Mu Aotian touched his chin and muttered with crooked eyebrows, "This Master Murong is an interesting character." Then he glanced at Bailida, who was eager to shrink himself into the collar, and couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." Bailida, who was ready to be reprimanded, suddenly widened his eyes, looked at Mu Aotian's distant back in disbelief, and muttered to himself in his heart: Could it be that the master has changed his sex?

However, when he thought that it was himself who benefited from his master's transformation, he couldn't help but come up with joy, and said with a dead face: "Master, you are the best!" ”

Mu Aotian couldn't help but tremble, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms that were caused by this fright, and pretended to glare at Bailida who was smiling with a smile on his face, "Don't think about having dinner if you laugh again!" As soon as the words were spoken, Barida closed her mouth in the blink of an eye, and turned into a mournful expression, looking at her pitifully.

This master always threatens him with his food! Do you dare to be more shameless?!

When the three of them returned to the inn, it was already dark, they found a remote and clean table, asked Xiao Er to order some dishes, and waited on an empty stomach.

Suddenly, a man walked quickly to their table, respectfully took out a small stack of paper books from his arms and handed it to Mu Aotian, "These are the records of the past few days, please ask the master to take a look." ”

Mu Aotian nodded, looked at them one by one, and after seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he said, "I will work for you in the future, sit down and drink saliva and rest." ”

The man was flattered and thanked, his face was a little hesitant, he hesitated for a while, and then he spoke: "The matter of the sect leader sent to find the old master of the Rakshasa Sect has come to an eye. ”

"Oh?" Unexpectedly hearing the news of the stinky old man, Mu Aotian was startled, and then squinted, "Where can I find out?" Thinking of that stinky old man, I couldn't help but shake my head. It's ten years since I disappeared, and I miss it.

"It is said to be in the country of Angelica."

"Bai Zhiguo?" Mu Aotian recited in surprise, she had been in contact with her western neighbors in Jiuhong Country all these years, but she had never heard of other countries.

Bailida, who was pouring his head into water, raised his head and shouted in a fuss: "Don't you know the Dao Bai Zhi Kingdom, master?" After receiving the murderous gaze of his master, he smiled flatteringly, cleared his throat in a pretended pomp, and said.

"Bai Zhi is a tripartite opposition to Jiuhong and the western neighbor, but this Baizhi country is a small country, and it needs to pay tribute to Jiuhong and the western neighbors every year, because it has always maintained a situation of tripartite containment. Although this Baizhi country is not strong, it also has the fundamental means to keep the country, and it is a country that should not be underestimated. With that, he quickly stopped talking. These days, I have also roughly understood the temperament of this master, so don't talk nonsense!

For dinner, he had to suppress the urge to talk.

I have seen the life of the oppressor, but I have never seen the oppressor speak! Bailida secretly slandered herself and insisted on pretending her grandson to the end!