In the small pavilion, Lan Qi smiled slightly, a jade fan, and half of his face was hidden under the fan, leaving only a pair of blue eyes with a smile.

Ming Er's expression was as usual, and his eyes fell lightly on Yu Wenfeng.

The autumn is long, and the south lies in the wind smiling.

"Big brother, your eldest brother's martial arts are indeed high, but that Jin Daxia is even more of a downright character." Ning Lang looked at the half-thin silver dust silk that was not easy to find at Yu Wenfeng's feet, and then looked at the Jinque Tower that had returned to his seat indifferently with admiration.

"Hmm." Yu Wenluo, who was busy recording, nodded heavily, "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that he loves Shang Pinghan, who is in love with Feixue Guan, it is estimated that this move just now was to stand up for the female Taoist, and my eldest brother once twisted Shang Pinghan's sword into nine pieces with one whip. ”

"Oh?" Ning Lang looked back at Yu Wenluo, "Why does he like female Taoists, Taoist priests are people outside the party." ”

"And the monk likes nuns!" Yu Wenluo rolled his eyes and raised his hand, and pointed the tip of his pen at Ning Lang's chest, "Like is a feeling born here." The tip of the pen pointed to his head again, "You can't control it here, maybe you will like even more outrageous people in the future." ”

"Ah...... I wouldn't like anyone else. Ning Lang blushed and said stunned.

"You don't like other people, who do you like?" Yu Wenluo sneered, disagreed, and buried himself in his great cause.

"Men should like their wives." Ning Lang replied seriously.

Hearing this, Yu Wenluo glanced up at Ning Lang, and then continued to bury his head, "There are many men who hate this sentence. ”

"Wei Lang asked Yuwen Gongzi for advice."

Ning Lang wanted to say more, but when he saw the big boss of Wuyun Village walking towards Yu Wenfeng, his attention was suddenly sucked away, and he didn't continue the topic just now.

While everyone was paying attention to the competition in the garden, someone at the corner of the garden gate turned around and left, walking towards the depths of Changtian Mountain Villa.

In the deepest part of Changtian Mountain Villa, a natural mountain wall rises high.

Bypassing the mountain wall, the front suddenly opens up, looking at the extreme, is a wide and vast mountain slope, the end of the slope is the steep cliff of Tianzhi Mountain, and the mountain wall behind it is like a natural barrier, isolating the red dust.

On the slope of Yinyin Mountain, the layers of high and low far and near are full of white and moon-like flowers, the mountain breeze blows, the flowers are swaying, imitating to wander in the snow waves and the moon sea, under the blue sky and green mountains, there is a fantasy fairyland.

In this snow wave and moon sea, there is an embroidery frame horizontally, a young woman in a blue dress is concentrating on embroidery with her head down, what is shocking is that she is embroidering with her left and right hands at the same time, but seeing her slender hand even pulling away the needle like flying, the grass, the hillside, the half cause, the cliff, the insects and birds are presented on the embroidery cloth one by one, the flowers and plants are like life, the insects and birds are flying, the mountain wall is better than the painting, when it is the embroidery art is peerless, the needle method is like a god.

A small yellow butterfly danced in the sea of flowers, flying from left to right, and finally landed lightly in the stamens on the embroidered cloth, the woman's wrist moved, the silver needle flew away, and the yellow butterfly will forever flutter in this fantasy fairyland.

"Miss."

The willow-like girl relaxed her hands and feet after walking into the cliff, and at this moment, this soft call was even more delicate.

The silver needle is drawn, the colored thread is knotted, and the sea of flowers outside the sky that cannot be stained by red dust has been completed on the embroidered cloth.

With a movement of her fingertips, the silver needle was submerged in her sleeve, the woman raised her head, and in an instant, she only felt that the ups and downs of the sea of snow and moon flowers were all for her.

"Liu Mo, what's going on ahead?" The woman's voice was like a gentle stream of water.

"Miss, not only are all the famous heroes here, but the second son of Ming and Lan Qishao are also here." Although Liu Mo's voice was light, the excitement and joy could not be hidden, "At this moment, the eldest prince of Yuwen is fighting against Wei Lang, the lord of Wuyun Village, with his bare hands, and he has already defeated the 'Buddha's Hand Three Thousand' Jinque Tower. ”

"Oh?" The willow-like eyebrows raised slightly.

"The slave maid took a good look just now, many of those young masters have good appearances, but when it comes to momentum, the sons of several famous families are the best, except for the eldest son of the Hua family, who is a little fatter, the others are all young and handsome, and the most outstanding are the second son of Ming and Lan Qishao." Speaking of these two people, Liu Mo's eyes were bright, "They look ...... That's a ...... Is...... It's so good-looking! The slaves didn't know what to say, they just felt that when they looked at the second son of Ming, they would think of the immortals, and when they looked at Lan Qishao, they felt that the gods were not their own. ”

"Heh......" Listening to Liu Mo's description, the woman in the aqua blue dress couldn't help but smile lightly, her almond-like eyes were soft and beautiful, "It seems that those two people should be as rumored, but they are just ......"

"But what?" Liu Mo asked.

"Didn't Lie Chi Feng come?" The woman didn't answer, and asked another person.

"Lie Daxia didn't come." Liu Mo replied, blinking his eyes, "Could it be that Miss likes ......?"

But before Liu Mo finished speaking, the woman waved her hand to stop her from saying the second half of her words, "These three people are the most famous among the young generation of martial arts today, and they are all outstanding, but ......" paused slightly, and then said in a low voice, "It is not suitable for such a character to be a husband." ”

"Huh? Why? Liu Mo was surprised, which woman with such a character was not eager to marry a wife.

The woman smiled and shook her head without answering, "What did you just say about Yuwenfeng's empty-handed fight?" The Yuwen family is famous for its red dragon whip. ”

"That'......"

Liu Mo recounted everything he had seen and heard in the garden just now.

"I see." The woman nodded secretly, sighing slightly, "That Yuwenfeng boy became famous, and he is indeed a well-known figure, but he is too arrogant and easy to break." ”

"Miss, those people ......" Liu Mo looked at her, and then asked in a low voice, "Who does Miss want to get the 'Tencel Clothes'?" ”

"That...... Daddy should choose the best person. The woman said softly.

"The best?" Liu Mo thought for a while, "It should be the second son of Ming or Lan Qishao." Looking at her beautiful young lady, my heart rejoiced for her, "These two people are beautiful, and they are definitely a natural match for Miss." ”

"Ming Er, Lan Qi?" The woman looked up at the half-caused flowers that covered the hillside.

In the garden, after a competition, Yuwen Feng defeated Wei Lang.

Wei Lang went down, and someone went up again.

"Big brother, does your eldest brother really want to fight so many people alone?" Ning Lang looked at Yu Wenfeng, a little worried.

This competition just now is completely different from the previous one, this dark cloud village is mainly practicing hard kung fu, one move and one style is powerful, although Yu Wenfeng seems to be easy to take and win in the end, it can be seen from the few drops of sweat that came out of his forehead, he also spent his strength just now, and there are so many people in the garden, can he really fight empty-handed to the end? What's more, there are also Ming Er and Lan Qi who can't see the profundity at all!

"That's how he is, he'd rather die in battle than show weakness." Yu Wenluo paused, and then continued to record.

"Isn't there anything that can be done?" Ning Lang was worried.

The competition in the field began again, this opponent's martial arts are not lower than Wei Lang and Jin Que Lou, and his skills are extremely dexterous, in the land of two zhang, he leaps but seems to be in the two hundred zhang square, flying up and down left and right, and the people who watch are a little dizzy and dizzy, not to mention Yu Wenfeng who is fighting against him.

"There's a way." Yu Wenluo put down his pen and looked at the small pavilion, "There are people with higher martial arts than him who go up and defeat him, but it's just ......"

"But what?" Ning Lang asked.

"There are not many people in this garden who can be taller than him." Yu Wenluo glanced around the garden, and then his gaze fell back to the small pavilion, "There are two who won't go up, and the other two will not move if the other party doesn't move." ”

"Huh?" Ning Lang listened inexplicably.

Yu Wenluo ignored him, looked at the people in the small pavilion with deep eyes, and said: "There are two martial arts fighting with him between Zhong Bo, with the temperament of the eldest brother, it is estimated that there is no difference between life and death, and it will only be worse." ”

"That ......"

"Let's take a look." Yu Wenluo's gaze turned to the fight.

Suddenly heard Yu Wenfeng snort coldly, and then saw a figure fly down, the fight ended again, and Yu Wenfeng won.

As soon as the defeated man went down, he did not wait for him to rest for a while, and one of them came up, not like the first two empty-handed, this man carried a big knife on his shoulder, his magnificent body was like a hill, and his eyebrows were as angry as King Kong in the temple, and he was majestic.

"It's terrible." Yu Wenluo couldn't help but smile bitterly and exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Could it be that this man's martial arts are very high? Ning Lang asked hurriedly.

"It's not." Yu Wenluo shook his head, "Although Zhou Da is a master, he is far inferior to his eldest brother in terms of martial arts, but he is born with divine power, and the knife alone weighs one hundred and twenty catties, plus his arm strength...... Alas, even if the eldest brother wins, it is estimated that he will lose six successes. ”

Before Yuwen Luo finished speaking, the two people in front of him had fought together, Yuwen Feng met the enemy empty-handed, and Zhou Da waved his knife like crazy, and every time he swung out of the garden, a strong wind blew up, and half of the flowers swayed, and the one who was close to it was either bent to the ground or the whole pot flew down, and Qiu Changtian frowned when he saw it.

"The name 'Ghost Head Knife' is wrong, it should be called 'Crazy Head Knife', and such a spicy hand destroying flowers has also been done." But he heard Delan Qi muttering, his voice was extremely soft, but everyone in the garden could hear it clearly, including the two people in the fierce battle.

"Drink!" I only heard Zhou Da shouting, and the big knife was waved even more violently, and suddenly the wind suddenly rose, and several and a half basins were swept into the air.

"Alas, how can a flower from the hand of a beautiful woman be so bad."

With a soft murmur, I saw Lan Qi get up leisurely, and then leisurely walked down the small pavilion, but did not take a detour, straight step by step and walked very leisurely between the two of them, Yu Wenfeng's palm, Zhou Da's knife, when it was about to fall on him, they were all condensed, as if they were blocked by something, and it was only a moment, the palm was chopped, the knife was chopped, Yu Wenfeng's palm was framed by the handle, Zhou Da's knife handle blocked Yu Wenfeng's palm, and Lan Qi had passed between them.

His movements seemed to be slow, but when he walked by, the flower pot that was swept away had not yet landed, but when he saw his hand raised, a flower pot fell on his palm, and as soon as his hand was sent again, the flower pot fell back to its original place, and then continued to be lifted and sent, and the flower pot that was rolled up to the air fell back to the same place, and finally he bent down and picked up the branch of the half-cause flower that had fallen to the ground by the knife wind.

Bidouyi continued, the palm of the knife swept his clothes, but it did not damage him at all, holding a few branches and a half in his arms, he walked back to the small pavilion leisurely, sat down, safe and sound.

"Boom!"

It was a loud sound of a large knife slashing on the rocky ground.

Zhou Da was embarrassed and half-knelt on the ground, holding a big knife in his hand, stepping on the back of the knife, and going up along the foot, Yu Wenfeng looked at him condescendingly.

"Please, keep this flower in the water."

When everyone in the garden looked at the result of the competition, Lan Qi ignored it completely, and just handed the flower in his hand to Qiu Zang in the pavilion.

was looked at by the blue deep pupils, Qiu Zang involuntarily walked over and picked up the half-cause flower.