"Hello Madame Mei. In the past, Jusan Lang always said hello gently, and then buried his gaze in the scroll, meditating on his own side of the world.

Today is a little different.

He smiled at the woman and said, "Madame has teachings, so why not share them with everyone, it is also a good fate. ”

This makes a lot of sense, but it's very rude.

The beautiful woman has gone through several selections, and there must be experience: for these difficult brothers and sisters around her, it is indeed not an exaggeration to say that it is a teaching.

However, everyone can see that the experience she has is difficult for these tribes who are not in the eyes of Huoyun Mountain to learn from, and most of them also contain secret, bitter and unspeakable things, how can they be said in public.

What's more, this "good fate"

The two words, changing people, may be comforting, but at this time, it is used on this woman, but people can't help but think about it, giving birth to a little spicy carving.

The most important thing is: the two of them are not in the body!

Mrs. Mei is an elder-level figure of the Tushan clan, and she can be compared with Ah Gong: although the foundation building cultivation is not high, after all, it is also considered a senior, on the contrary, Thirteen Lang is nominally just an ordinary mountain person, refining qi and cultivating for it, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old: to put it mildly, Mrs. Mei is more than enough to be his elder or even an ancestor.

With such a difference in status, although Thirteen Lang's tone was gentle, his tone seemed indifferent, and it was completely from a level-headed angle: there was a faint taste of exhortation, which could not help but surprise people.

He didn't even get up.

As a result, the eyes around me are a little strange, and the atmosphere is a little strange.

After listening to Shisanlang's words, Mrs. Mei's reaction surprised everyone.

Her face showed grievances, and she lightly cut Thirteen Lang's face with her eyes, and said: "What the little brother said is true, I am afraid that I am only afraid of what the concubine says, and others may not be able to listen to it." Even if you can listen to it, I'm afraid it's useless. ”

The words as soft as the red wind quietly dissolve the hidden edge: mixed with the soft and gentle grievances of women, people can't feel bad at all.

It's hard to explain that she puts her posture so low in her body.

However, in any case, the impression of this woman has changed dramatically and has responded.

"Madame is too worried, everyone is a person with hardships, how can they be so ignorant. ”

"Yes, yes, Madame can give me a few words, we will be grateful if it is useful or not. ”

"Tell me, talk about it, ma'am!"

"Yes, yes, let's talk about it!"

Half of them are related to interests, half of them are pity, and half of them are trying to be lively; the originally deserted street is lively, and even those few customers who linger are interested in stopping and watching.

Hearing everyone's invitation, Mrs. Mei smiled, although there was no peerless demeanor, there was a wild enchantment: every move showed the unique charm of becoming a ** person.

She only looked at Thirteen Lang, as if waiting for his reply, or permission.

The people around exchanged glances with each other, and their gaze turned to Thirteen Lang.

Shisanlang didn't speak, still with a gentle smile, and bowed his head to Ziyi.

The little girl did not disobey her brother, and although she was a little unhappy, she jumped off his lap, trotted all the way and moved a chair and put it beside Shisanlang.

Turning to look at Thirteen Lang and then at the position of the chair, Zi Yi hesitated for a moment and moved it farther away.

Children's words are unscrupulous, and childlike innocence is even more taboo: this move makes Tianjia laugh and can't help but be a little worried.

Uncle Mu coughed dryly twice, not knowing what to say.

Thirteen Lang didn't care, he hugged the little girl in his arms again, raised his hand and signaled, "Madam, please take a seat." ”

Mrs. Mei also didn't care, thanked her, and casually praised the little girl for being well-behaved, but unfortunately she didn't get a response.

Da Fang sat down on the chair, and Mrs. Mei sighed slightly, and said: "The envoy of the burning spirit dispatches four people at a time, and the four flags of blue, red, black and white are symbols: therefore, the envoy is also called the flag envoy. ”

Her gaze swept over the faces of Mutu and the other patriarchs, and she said, "You must already know this. ”

Mu Tu secretly thought that this woman seemed to have something in mind, and when she really talked about things, she was very simple.

The others also had the same opinion, and nodded their heads one after another.

Madame Mei looked around and said, "But do you know that these four envoys are assigned by different people from Huoyun Mountain, and they have their own nicknames. ”

Everyone shook their heads in amazement, none of these tribes cultivated in Huoyun Mountain, how could they know about their internal situation.

I heard that she had something to say, waiting for her explanation.

Mrs. Mei said: "Blue, red, black and white, also known as the four banner envoys of joy, anger, sorrow and hatred, everyone has a special hobby: only by doing what they like can they be recommended by the envoy. ”

Intentionally or unintentionally, Mrs. Mei's gaze drifted over Thirteen Lang and said, "Otherwise, no matter how good your qualifications are, it will be difficult to enter Huoyun Mountain." ”

Thirteen Lang didn't have this intention, he didn't care, he just nodded lightly to show that he understood.

Someone next to him was not convinced, and said: "Isn't there a selection test? If you are really an outstanding person, you may not be able to stand out." ”

In previous annual meetings, some people were absorbed by Huoyun Mountain without the recommendation of the special envoy.

These patriarchs were quite concerned about this and echoed it.

Mrs. Mei smiled when she heard this, and said, "Have you ever seen the selection test with your own eyes?"

The selection of Huoyun Mountain is not public, and who will be selected will only be known from the list to be announced later.

These people have no choice but to shake their heads.

Mrs. Mei's face turned cold, and she said lightly: "The concubine has personally participated once. ”

Facing the eyes of many inquiring, she said: "You must know that the envoy's cultivation must know that when the concubine participated, the envoy only said one word. ”

With a hint of hatred in her tone, Mrs. Mei said word by word: "If you win him, you can qualify." ”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Needless to say, as an envoy of Huoyun Mountain, his cultivation must be enough to deter the monks of remote tribes.

Most of the children of various ethnic groups who want to be sent to the mountain are weak crown years, and even some teenagers in their teens can be the opponents of the envoy.

Such a rule is simply a clear rejection.

In the silence, Mrs. Mei suddenly chuckled and said, "But it doesn't matter, as long as you go the right way, you can naturally be exempted from the test and directly qualify." ”

As if she was afraid that everyone or someone would be discouraged, she added: "In fact, Huoyun Mountain still has a strategy for selecting outstanding children from various ethnic groups. If the qualifications are too mediocre, they will not be appreciated in any case. It's a pity that the concubine understood too late back then, and blindly sought shortcuts, but missed the opportunity. ”

When she said this, her gaze drifted over Thirteen Lang again, and it seemed that the meaning was incomprehensible.

However, this woman's movements are not secretive, and there is no meaning to cover them up at all, how can she not know her meaning in the eyes of everyone.

Uncle Mu smiled bitterly again and again, and Xiao Ziyi glared at her fiercely, but in exchange for a flattering look: the little girl was so angry that she wanted to jump to her feet.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and Thirteen Lang had to take over the conversation and said, "In this way, Madame must know the preferences of the four envoys. ”

Although this question did not touch on the topic, Mrs. Mei was still quite satisfied, and returned to Thirteen Lang with a bright smile and a resentful look, she said: "Generally speaking, the envoy in charge of a tribe will not be changed lightly, Mujiazhai ......"

"Red Flag Envoy. ”

Mutu spoke in time to avoid Thirteen Lang's appearance.

"It turned out to be him. ”

Mrs. Mei's eyes were slightly different, and she said: "It's easy to satisfy the angry envoy, just a fourth-level demon pill." ”

"Fourth-level demon pill!"

Zhou Tong exclaimed, and then everyone shook their heads, looking at Thirteen Lang's eyes with some pity.

Mutu was even more gloomy and a little depressed.

"I'm not done yet. ”

Madam Mei waved her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and said to Mu Tu and Thirteen Lang: "Don't hide it from the two of you, if you listen to the advice of the concubine, even if your ministry can find a fourth-level demon pill, don't go through the recommendation of the angry envoy." ”

Mu Tu didn't have much to think about it, and secretly thought that it would be difficult for me to ask this eight-fingered Taoist friend for the demon pill of the Wind Splitting Beast, could this be reliable!

He didn't know that the Demon Pill had already turned to ashes, otherwise he wouldn't have counted on it.

The people next to him were interested, and they asked the reason for it.

Thirteen Lang's heart moved slightly, and he even asked, "What is this statement? Could it be that there is another way to enter the mountain?"

When Mrs. Mei saw him reply, her heart fluttered, and she reciprocated a bigger and heavier flattering eye than just now: even though Thirteen Lang Yan said: "Little brother, you don't know, there is a fight between the four envoys. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at her and said, "And then?"

Mrs. Mei's expression was slightly different, and her estimation of this young man in her heart went up to a higher level, and she smiled coquettishly.

"The little brother is very smart, how can he not understand the meaning of the concubine. ”

As she spoke, she lifted her slightly plump palm and gently brushed the hair across her ears.

With her movements, an undetectable ripple rippled and silently burrowed into Thirteen Lang's body.

Mrs. Mei's eyes were like silk, her exhalation was like an orchid, and she said softly: "If the little brother wants to know, the concubine must tell the truth." This place is not a place to talk, why don't you go to a place with me, and the concubine will talk to you in detail?"

As she spoke, a colorful light shone in Mrs. Mei's eyes, and seven colors instantly changed, forming a small whirlpool.

There was an invisible pulling force in the whirlpool, which met with Shisanro's gaze, as if to pull him into it.

This kind of abnormality can only be seen by Shisanlang, and the people around him only hear his voice and do not notice it in the slightest.

Only Ziyi, who was lying in the arms of Thirteen Lang, was hostile because Mrs. Mei's demeanor was too close, and she kept staring at her with warning eyes.

However, at this time, I don't know why, the little girl suddenly felt sleepy, her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she fell asleep without warning.

It seemed that ten years had passed, and it seemed that only a moment had passed, and Thirteen Lang suddenly opened his mouth and said calmly: "Then?"

Madame Mei said: "The envoys are assigned by different people, and there are fights between them. The concubine knew one of them, and opposed the instigator of the angry envoy. ”

Her voice was still tingling and seductive, but compared to before, it seemed stiff, as if in a dream.

Thirteen Lang said, "Who is it?"

Mrs. Mei's face struggled, and she said, "It's... Go... A lightning light flashed in Shisanlang's eyes, and he disappeared in an instant, and said, "Who is it?" "Go...... Young Master of the Burning Spirit Clan!" There was an uproar around. This chapter is very hard and nerve-wracking, and the second chapter is still being written, so it should be relatively late. (To be continued) [This text is provided by the Sailing Update Group] If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendations, monthly passes, your support, is my biggest motivation. The sixth novel after "Sword Devouring the World", "Supreme True Body", "Star God Sacrifice", "Seeking Defeat" and "A Sword in the Dust", we sincerely invite you to enjoy the feast of sword cultivation. This is a time when there are many masters and magnificent waves. This is an era of a hundred saints and ten thousand swords. Innocent Kendo, Innocent Kendo, Undefeated Kendo, Ruthless Kendo, Extreme Affection Kendo, Selfless Kendo, Solipse Kendo...... In this continent where a sword god was sprinkled with kendo seeds, countless kendo geniuses were born out of thin air, competing for the first place. A man who dedicated his life to kendo in his previous life has come to this world!