When the monks who came to recruit disciples heard about the activities of the prefect's side, they burst into laughter.

Now they are in the largest restaurant in the city. They came here at noon and kicked out all the guests who were still there. A few people were drinking here and having a good time.

Although the wine of the mortal realm is not as spiritual as the spiritual wine of the cultivation realm, it is full of aura, but it tastes good.

They threatened the shop with better wine.

In the huge restaurant, there were only a few monks of them, who were very drunk, but they were full of energy and kept inviting. Their wanton laughter could be heard throughout the restaurant.

"Oh, let me tell you, I caught that, the talent is really good, I'm all, I'm reluctant to send him there. ”

A monk with a feminine face drank his tongue wide, put his hands on the body of his companion beside him, and spoke with a strong sense of wine.

That companion of his had the kind of public face that he didn't even recognize when he entered the crowd. His mediocre face shows a different kind of hidden transparency.

He patiently listened to the nonsense of the monks present, and from time to time he should make two noises, pretending that he was already drunk and did not know the east, south, west, and north.

From noon to now, I am still talking and blowing here.

Suddenly, when a monk happily climbed onto the table and shook his sword, he fell to the ground unconscious.

The other monks thought he was drunk or acting on something, so they laughed loudly.

But I didn't expect to feel a feeling of dizziness, and it didn't take long for them to faint.

The people in the restaurant, including the shopkeeper and Xiao Er, were kicked out by them early, and they were the only ones left in the entire restaurant

After a while, a monk got up, it was the monk with an ordinary face, and he looked at the group of drunken people with disgust on his face, and tidied himself up a little.

Just as he was carrying this group of dead pig-like people alone, he suddenly heard several voices outside the door.

The monk held his breath and did not dare to speak again.

Suddenly, he heard a few fluttering sounds, and the monk walked outside the door, opened the door, and saw the group of people outside the door, and then he was relieved.

In the restaurant they entered, they sent a few disciples to keep an eye on them, and then the woman in the lead stepped forward and took a closer look at the group of drunks.

"Sure enough, it's someone from the Sword Sect. ”

The woman's delicate voice is indescribable disgust, and disgust also emerges on her beautiful face.

The mediocre-looking disciple also tore off the mask on his face, revealing a handsome man's face. His voice seemed a little more ordinary, but it was also a disdain that could not be concealed, "Sword Sect, it is really hungry." ”【#！. ...~Better Update, Faster】

Others didn't know that he had been around them these days and found out that this legendary disciple of the Sword Sect was actually a collection of evil cultivators.

Everyone's hands are not heinous, but at least they have several lives.

The people of the Sword Sect seem to be so righteous in normal times, but behind the scenes, they are dirty to such a point.

The faces of the disciples present were all disgusted.

The woman looked at the handsome man, and her voice was flat: "Thank you for helping us yet." ”

Yifei touched his nose, thinking that Tang Jiu might still be so cold when he spoke. Tang Jiu didn't even say anything indifferent or have any expression when he spoke to them.

The original cute little girl has also become a copy of her.

Nan Jin stood beside them, looking at those disciples who were drunk into a puddle of mud, and suddenly a flash of inspiration interrupted the cold communication between Tang Jiu and Yi Fei, "We can blend in by pretending to be them." ”

When Tang Jiu heard this, he raised his head and looked at Nan Jin, his eyes full of thought. Nan Jin's plan was extremely meticulous, and directly solved the problem of them mixing in with them to accept disciples.

The purpose of the Sword Sect to accept disciples this time is definitely not simple, and it is very likely to be related to the things they have been investigating.

If it can be found out, it can completely condemn the Sword Sect.

Tang Jiu thought of this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, the people of the Sword Sect, she didn't let go of any of them.

I have to bury her.

Nan Jin's ideas and arrangements are very good, and Tang Jiu has no objections. Nor did they take the initiative to stay and help them.

When he spoke, Tang Jiu didn't have any expression, and Nan Jin didn't say anything. It's not that I saw Tang Jiu like this, and there is nothing to say.

She's blaming someone, not him. Nor do you know.

She wanted to blame the person who was not here, so she was angry. It's not that they don't have any aversion to Tang Jiu's coldness, but they just understand that her departure has more or less changed them.

As for him, it's not that he feels that he can't understand him anymore. When something like that happened, he didn't rush back, and then he didn't come back at all.

For so many years, I haven't seen him mention her.

Tang Jiu knew this, so he was so indifferent to him. Mo said that he was from Luoshan, and even he didn't know what was going on. Zhuo Rong would be so cold, so, bastard.

Zhuo Rong won't explain anything more to him, her departure

opened, it didn't seem to matter, and slowly, he was also cold.

Slowly, he shifted his focus to Luoshan, and this time he wanted to help Tang Jiu them, which he also took the initiative to request.

At least it's still someone she cares about, if there is any accident, it is estimated that the spirit in the sky will not be at ease.

Yifei still remembers that when he proposed to come to Fucheng to help Luoshan that day, the man in the blue shirt heard this.

The hand that was originally watering the flowers paused, and then continued to water the pots of flowers, "Okay, you can go." ”

Don't care about anything, is it just that?

It's not that I like to run outside, I like the original days in Luoshan, and I don't like the cold Zhuo family.

He looked at the young master of the Nan family who ran before and after running for Tang Jiu, and couldn't help but sigh.

They finished it that year, and even Zhuo Rong was ahead of schedule, they all left, leaving only Nan Jin, and Nan Ke returned to Nan's house.

so much

year, sure enough, he is the only one who accompanies his little girl.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yifei's mouth, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

It's impermanent.

Tang tweeted that they didn't know about the mental activities of the Sword Sect, and what they were now concerned about was the plan of the Sword Sect.

Yifei cleaned up his mood, with a smile on his face, walked to the side of the group of people, and discussed these issues with them as if he had been in Luoshan in the past.

It turns out that everyone has grown a little.

Tang Jiu changed his former pampered willfulness and became mature and calm, and Nan Jin was still as cold as before. But when it's just to someone, his eyes are full of tenderness.

Things went very smoothly, and with Yi Fei's undercover agent in advance, they contributed to their successful infiltration into the Sword Sect's base camp in Fucheng.

This group of people in Luoshan has always been hidden in the days when the Sword Sect officially selected disciples in the open.

On that day, the sky was clear.

In a small courtyard in Fucheng, the woman helped the man and began to sit down at the stone table.

He was sick for a while a few days ago, and he was never allowed to go out by her, not even to walk in the small courtyard. It's spring now, and the small yard they bought is already full of flowers.

But he got sick.

This disease completely angered her. Locked in the house, three bowls of soup and medicine every day, and no snacks are given.

The weak handsome man smiled bitterly when he thought of this, and he was helpless.

But he was reluctant to blame her, the man knew in his heart that she was afraid that he would leave, and then there would be no one to accompany her. I don't want to experience that loneliness anymore.

After the woman helped the man to sit down, she went back to the house and brought the big piece and put it on the man's body. The early morning wind is still a little cool.

The body that has finally healed can no longer be sick.

Looking at the man who was wrapped, he couldn't help but smile slightly. The man felt the woman's emotions, so he smiled, deliberately trying to tease her, "If it's summer, you still wear so many clothes for me." When I go out on the street, people might think I'm a fool. ”

The woman smiled and shook her head.

You're not stupid.

The two men looked at each other and smiled. The woman, still cloaked, refused to show her face, and sat with the man at the stone table. In his hand, he held a flower that he had just picked. I don't know if it's flower dew or fog on it.

It's wet, beautiful and a little pitiful. The woman's white fingers played with the flower, which made the color of the flower even more beautiful, and her fingers were like jade.

After playing for a while, the woman plucked the petals of the flower, removed the stamens from the flowers, and began to play with children.

The man looked at the woman's mischievous behavior, and then said as if intentionally or unintentionally, "I remember, you used to like to dye your nails the most." ”

The woman's fingers were dyed red by the juice of the petals at this time, and the fingertips of jade were like jade, and the fragrance of the flowers came.

When she heard this, she smiled, and then she put the petals in a small vessel and pounded them

The juice was slurred, and then he began to dye his nails.

After some operation, Ruyu's fingertips were dyed with a faint red, which looked very beautiful.

The man's eyes warmed, "It's really good-looking." ”

The woman nodded, and then stepped aside to wash her red-stained nails.

Under the clean running water, the red dye juice disappeared with the flowing water and was never seen again.

Then it changed to the original simple appearance. As if he had thought of something, the man's weak and handsome face suddenly laughed, "This is not good-looking, wait a while, we will go out for a walk, and then buy you more beautiful." ”

"You just want to look good. ”

Whatever it is, you deserve the best.

The man looked at the woman with her head down, and her eyes were gentle and indescribably complex.

(End of chapter)