There was a lot of rain on the eaves of the inn, and it was ticking down the stone steps. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because of the southerly location of Tianshan Town, many cultivators in the guild hall on the north side of Tianshan Island will seem a little far away from here, and many people need to spend three or four days to come to Tianshan Town once, so you can see many inns on the street, all of which are the property of the Wang He family and the Ye family, which can be used for those cultivators to stay.

The inn was full of pedestrians who had come to take shelter from the rain, and most of the people sat at the wine table on the first floor, asking for some drinks and snacks, and then chatted about the various legends of the Heavenly Tomb and the various things about this festival.

Of course, these conversations will inevitably mention the big battle at the gate of the Tianfeng Hall two hours ago, and then everyone has different opinions, and finally talks about the most promising top ten masters in the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, some people feel that the older generation of masters have a greater opportunity, some people think that the younger generation of the Fengyun list is also not to be underestimated, and some people talk about the grievances and grievances of these young geniuses, such as the current situation of the sword maniac who was defeated by the sword idiot, such as whether the Spring and Autumn Four Guests will start a civil war this time, such as whether the senior brother of Qiu Ming Mountain will win all the way, such as the special relationship between the Daomen Holy Maiden and the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal。

Many of the aborigines of Tianshan Town do not know much about the Beihai continent, but through these conversations, these people who live on the island all year round can also know a little bit about that land.

Two good-looking young men and women entered the inn, sat down at a remote table, and asked for a pot of sake and some appetizers.

These two young men and women really amazed the innkeeper, and his eyes lingered on the red-clothed girl for a long time, only to find that the shopkeeper next to him actually had that expression, so he woke up angrily and scolded Xiao Er and scolded him for not going to work.

The atmosphere in the restaurant gradually became hotter, and the topics gradually shifted from the affairs of the monastic world to the pretty girls, to the drinking and fists, and it seemed that there was a monk who should look like a large number of delirious drunks as far as the eye could see.

These obscene songs and words were mixed with laughter, and Yu Huaji listened to these contents, frowning slightly.

Li Molan thought to herself that the real merry man would not speak so rudely, the cultivators here were essentially vulgar people, and then looked at Yu Huaji's beautiful little face, and couldn't help but smile.

The saint should be holy, pure, solemn, unsmiling, unprofane, as if she were the holiest god in the world, but this may not be able to be applied to Yu Huaji, although she does demand it from herself.

So most of the time she looks calm and cold, even if she says something, the more often she smiles lightly or frowns slightly, or it may be that her face is frosty, and there will never be the slightest gaffe, so that only she knows whether she is tired or not, but sometimes she will show her most primitive character.

Any seventeen-year-old girl is mostly eccentric, or she is quiet on the outside and lively on the inside, even if she is not smiling and has a cold personality, she must have her own special personality and habits, and Yu Huaji has been strict with herself in the image of a saint over the years, and she has been used to talking like this, only on rare occasions, such as in front of Long Xingyao or Zi Xiaoxiao, such as in front of Uncle Daomen, she will be a little like a child.

And when facing Li Molan, although she can't let go completely, she will be much more casual than usual, such as more vivid expressions, such as more childish words, making her look not like the high-minded divine girl, but an ordinary and lovely girl.

So she wrinkled her nose and asked a little cutely, "Why don't you come to me these days?"

Her expression was indeed flattering, like that of a petite kitten, but her voice was still cold and even cold, because she was used to speaking in this tone.

Li Molan said the agreement between him and Chen Shuisha, and then smiled: "You can only come to me in the future." ”

"I actually let the girl be responsible for taking the initiative all the time. Yu Huaji's face didn't have much expression, but her voice was softer than just now, and she said, "You're really embarrassed." ”

Li Molan said helplessly: "What can I do? Unless you can convince your master, but although I have a little more enemies in the cultivation world, I am actually not so unbearable, I will at least have the strength of a netherworld in the future, and I dare not guarantee that I can step into the martial arts, and I still have this confidence when I return to the basics, which is a half-step netherworld, why does your master look down on me so much, and do you have to keep me away from you?"

Yu Huaji seemed to remember something, and said softly: "The master seems to have been hurt when he was young...... This is what Uncle Xiao told me, so the master she especially hates men, especially the kind that looks as good as women, and most of the new disciples on the mountain over the years are girls, which is also related to the master. ”

"Emotional wounds? Has she ever been deceived by a scumbag? But with your master's strength, it is not a problem to castrate and slaughter that man. Li Molan felt a little strange when she heard this, and she held two chopsticks in her hand and turned them back and forth.

Yu Huaji pondered for a while, showed a distressed little face, and said: "I don't remember how Uncle Xiao told me at the beginning, I only remember that the man doesn't seem to be from Beihai, but a man as bewitching as a fox, just like when you didn't cut your hair, it's hard to distinguish between male and female, and I really don't know what happened to the ending later, because I wasn't born at that time." ”

Li Molan didn't know whether to sigh or mock, and finally sighed, pretending to be old Chen and said, "It's all poor people." ”

A smile appeared on Yu Huaji's face: "You are also a poor person?"

Li Molan smiled and said, "I don't know how many battles I experienced before I was taken in by Qiu Mingshan, where is it not pitiful?"

The girl in red was slightly stunned, thinking about what those little uncles told her about him, and the smile on her face gradually faded, and she felt a little more distressed.

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and she couldn't feel the pain he had experienced, but now looking at his smiling face as if nothing was happening, a scene of a young beast quietly licking its wounds in a no-man's corner suddenly appeared in her mind, and she fell silent.

Li Molan knew why she was silent, and with a nonchalant smile on her face, she said, "Actually, that's it, you don't have to worry." ”

Yu Huaji looked at him in a daze and didn't speak, until Xiao Er brought the wine and meat, she was shocked.

"Tell me, I'm curious about what you've been through. She said calmly, and at the same time poured herself a glass of sake, poured a glass for Li Molan intently, and finally sandwiched two slices of cooked beef with chopsticks, as if she was indeed waiting to listen to the story very casually.

In fact, what he experienced along the way, she had already asked from the mouth of the little uncle of the Daomen, but she still wanted to hear him tell her in person. (To be continued.) )