Chenguang turned around at the Famous Sword Conference and couldn't find useful information, Jin Menglan was absent-minded and depressed, and when Chenguang saw this, he dispersed on the grounds that "the weather is hot and the body is uncomfortable".

Jin Menglan's unformed relationship was broken, and she was not in the mood to laugh with Chenguang anymore, so she nodded, and ordered the nurse to take Sister Yue and Sister Zhu back to take a nap, and then dispersed with Chenguang.

Chenguang didn't go back to the room immediately, she took Huo Wu and Si Jiu around the Famous Sword Villa again. During the day, there were many people in Mingjian Villa, so she didn't hide it, and walked around generously. Sneaky but suspicious, she is a guest of the Famous Sword Villa, even if she goes to the wrong place, no one will say anything, even if she goes to a forbidden place, someone must come to remind her not to enter, she will not suspect anything. She just wanted to know if there was a place in the Famous Sword Villa that she was not allowed to enter.

It's a pity that Chenguang searched around and couldn't find the forbidden place she imagined, she had tried hard to find it according to Feng Shui, but she didn't find anything. She was a little disappointed, her feet were sore, and she turned around and was about to walk back.

When she went back, she passed a flower forest, the morning light suddenly stopped, she looked at the flower forest, there was no end in sight, she hesitated, and walked in with Huo Wu's hand.

The flower forest is vast, and the rich fragrance of flowers comes from all directions, and it is intoxicating.

Chenguang held the hand of the fire dance, walked for a while, and came to the end. At the end is a rockery, there is a pavilion at the peak of the rockery, and there is a person standing in the pavilion, dressed in purple, with a slender figure, the back of the flowing clouds, he is holding his hands, his back to her, and he is looking into the distance.

Chenguang stood at the bottom of the pavilion, looking straight at him.

The man turned his head and glanced at her, and his pale face was covered by a silver mask that was delicate like a snow-sculpture that stretched from the bridge of his nose to behind his ears, revealing only two pale rose-colored lips. He stood there silently, not making any movements, but the cold and glamorous carelessness made people instinctively suffocate.

His glass-like eyes were hidden under his mask, and he was looking at her with his head down.

He was so familiar with Chenguang that she felt sick to her stomach when she saw him.

Chenguang stood under the pavilion and stared at him for half an hour.

"What does it mean for you to wear that noodle, the smell of rotten apples." She uttered sharp sarcasm in a soft, sticky voice.

"You said I was apple-flavored." Yan Ying jumped down from the gazebo and landed lightly in front of her, the purple robe fluttering and flying, drawing a cold and sharp arc.

"It's an apple, it's rotten."

"There's something wrong with your nose, I've never used incense related to apples."

"That's probably the smell of your soul, the smell of rotten apples."

"The mouth is really vicious, who did you learn it from?"

"You."

Yan Ying's face was helpless, he laughed, paused, and asked her, "What are you doing here?" You should have returned to the Phoenix Underworld by now. ”

Morninglight stared at him for a moment, unable to detect anything unusual in his speech and demeanor.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"I'm here for the Famous Sword Tournament." Yan Ying replied happily.

"Specially from Yicheng to participate in the Famous Sword Conference? For what? ”

"No, I came when I received the invitation post." Yan Ying replied lightly, and Chenguang still didn't notice anything unusual in his words.

She stared at him intently.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Ying asked.

"Come to the Famous Sword Tournament." Chenguang replied in a faint voice.

Then the two of them fell silent at the same time, staring at each other intently for half an hour.

"I heard that the snow peak behind the Famous Sword Villa suddenly had a vision, so I came." Yan Ying retracted her gaze first, stopped playing haha with her, and said honestly.

Chenguang stared at him for a moment, nodded, and said in a straight tone:

"I thought you were here to participate in a martial arts competition."

"How is that possible?" Yan Ying smiled.

He couldn't tell if she believed his answer.

The two looked at each other for a few more moments, this time it was Chenguang who withdrew her gaze first, and she turned and walked back in silence.

"Kittens." He didn't follow, he still stood still, and called to her with a smile.

Chenguang turned his head and said unhappily:

"Don't call me that anymore."

"That's what I've called you before." He said in an explanatory tone.

"It's not what it used to be." The morning light said coldly.

A trace of regret crossed Yan Ying's face.

"Tomorrow's martial arts competition to recruit relatives, in addition to recruiting a son-in-law for Miss Jin, Mingjian Villa is also to screen out a group of top masters, gather together and go to the snow peak of the back mountain to explore, and see what the sudden vision that night is going on."

Chenguang looked at him, but did not respond, as if waiting for him to continue to explain.

"You suddenly changed the route and came to Mingjian Villa, is it also for this matter?" He asked.

"It's not." Chenguang slowly denied it.

"Because of the appearance of the Feathered Beast?" As if not hearing her denial, he continued to ask.

"Feathered Beast?"

"The Feather Beast was painted on the invitation post, and that's why you saw that painting, right?"

"There's no such thing as a feathered beast, it's all imaginary." Chenguang didn't answer his question, but instead coldly emphasized the authenticity of the existence of the Feathered Beast.

"Little kitten, you obviously have the spiritual power of divination, and you have been a goddess of the Fire Sect for several years, but you have never believed in the things in the Fire Sect, and even if the divination is effective, you don't believe in the divination itself. You hate the unreal, even if what you think is unreal is real. Obviously talented, but unwilling to use it, why is that? He curled his lips and asked her, "It's the same with your Xuan power, you can use your Xuan power, but you waste it there, don't you feel a pity at all?" ”

"Yan Ying." Chenguang was silent for a while, and then spoke softly.

"What?"

"It is ignorance to think you are right."

"Angry?" Yan Ying looked at her face and asked with a smile.

"Nope." She denied it.

"Looks like I'm really angry." Yan Ying said with a smile.

"I heard that the wife of the owner of Mingjian Villa was your fiancée." Chenguang raised his eyes, looked at him, and said suddenly.

Yan Ying's face changed slightly, paused, and said with a smile: "It's really hard for you to find out." ”

"I just heard about it by chance."

"It is impossible to hear about this matter by accident, there are very few people in the know, and it is impossible to find out if you don't make a lot of effort to investigate."

This is tantamount to admitting it in disguise.

"So you still have a fiancée."

"Vinegar?" Yan Ying asked with a smile.

Chenguang flattened his face, stared at him for a while, then spoke, and said coldly: "Your women are all other men." ”

She curled her lips, smiled, looked at him and said, "Next time, let's wear green instead." She turned and walked away.

Yan Ying twitched the corners of her mouth and looked at her back.

Forget it, I'll just assume you're jealous.