"You don't have to worry about this," Guo Yong said to the eighth prince with a gloomy face, "Are you sure you can win him?"

"That's naturally no problem," the eighth prince said, "I'm fully prepared this time, how can I lose to him, I heard that he left the scene on the third morning, and he died for two and a half days of creative time, what can he write?"

"That's good," Guo Yong nodded, "If you can win back that Ink Jiaolong's egg for me, I'll take you in, and then you and I will be masters and apprentices." ”

"Please rest assured that I will win this competition!" said the eighth prince excitedly.

This Guo Yong's status in the world is not just based on his own writing, he also serves as a "literary teacher" in Bulao Peak, specializing in teaching his disciples to write. Many well-known writers of Immortal Peak have a mentor-apprentice friendship with him, and worshipping him is equivalent to entering this huge network of relationships, and the benefits are more than one or two points.

[Hmph! Just a mountain wind, just wait for me!]

......

Du Ziyuan followed Duanmu Xing to the courtyard where she lived, and she generously introduced him to her room.

Even if it is a temporary residence, it is a very private place, and ordinary people can't enter it at all, let alone men.

"Mr. Shanfeng, please be seated. Duanmu Xing beckoned Du Ziyuan to sit down, and at the same time asked his personal maid to prepare some tea.

"No need," Du Ziyuan stopped the maid, "Wuyi probably didn't tell you, I can't get used to eating things outside." ”

When Duanmu Xing heard this, she nodded to the maid: "Then you go down." ”

When Du Ziyuan saw her reaction, he knew that she suddenly came to find him and really had something to do with Xia Wuyi. After sitting down, he asked, "How is Wuyi's injury, is it getting better?"

Duanmu Xingyan smiled: "Thank you Teacher Shanfeng for your concern, Shizun's injury did not continue to deteriorate, but after all, it was an injury left by fighting with Demon Venerable, and I am afraid it will be difficult to heal for a while." ”

"Is this so......" Du Ziyuan had long known that Xia Wuyi's injuries were not light, but he didn't know much about it. What he is thinking about now is that next time Sun Tianyun brings immortals to customize the comics, maybe he can ask for a healing pill. The effect of the Heavenly Immortal's elixir on the immortal cultivators of the Tribulation Realm should be good.

Duanmu Xing saw that he was distracted, so he waited quietly on the side.

It wasn't until Du Ziyuan came back to his senses that he realized that something was wrong: "Sorry, a little distracted, by the way, are you an apprentice without clothes?"

Duanmu Xing nodded: "I am the first to be admitted to the sect by the master, but compared to the junior sisters, my qualifications are the worst, and Rongtian, who only entered in his thirties, is really a bit embarrassing for the master." ”

Martial artists can stay in the face congenitally, and immortal cultivators need to go to the Rongtian Realm. Duanmu Xing didn't practice martial arts, so after she stepped into the Rongtian Realm in her thirties, her appearance was fixed at that moment. Du Ziyuan originally thought that her appearance was deliberately changed by immortal methods, after all, actors also need various images, and everyone can't be all young. As for Duanmu Xing's modesty, Du Ziyuan naturally won't take it seriously.

"Shizun learned that Mr. Shanfeng came to participate in the Seven Blades Festival this time, and specially asked me to bring you a few words, he said that he was all right, so you don't have to worry, but this time I can't come to see Mr. Shanfeng in person It's a bit of a pity, I hope you can understand. Duanmu Xing relayed Xia Wuyi's words.

After hearing this, Du Ziyuan smiled and said: "Really, what is there to be polite with me, just take care of your injuries." "Although Xia Wuyi is much older than him, he actually gets along more like a younger brother or a younger sister (laughs).

"By the way, there is one more thing," Duanmu Xing said again, "I recently starred in a theater play, and there is still a theme song missing, and Shizun has found that the 'Flower Sea' you once taught him is very suitable, so let me ask for your opinion." ”

"What's this," Du Ziyuan said, "I have already given him this song, you can use it if you want." ”

"Does the songwriter's name still use 'Wang Zhongzhong'?"

"Yes. ”

"Thank you so much," Duanmu Xing said happily, "I really like this song 'Sea of Flowers', this kind of singing is simply unheard of, it is really good." ”

[Island singing, if you have heard it, there will be ghosts.] Du Ziyuan said in his heart, smiling at her on the surface.

After that, the two chatted a little more, but they were generally inseparable from Xia Wuyi, after all, the intersection of the two was him. Du Ziyuan didn't stay in her room for long, after all, the two didn't know each other very well.

"I don't have to send it, I can go out by myself. He rejected Duanmu Xing's offer to send him to the door, and God knows if there were any paparazzi squatting there at the door. The paparazzi in the fairy world are much more powerful than those on earth, maybe people are thousands of miles away and use Xuanguang to secretly watch you. It's okay to have a formation in the yard to defend it, but if you get to the door, you may be photographed at any time.

Duanmu Xing understood what he meant, so he didn't send more.

It's just that Du Ziyuan seems to have forgotten one thing. That is, this is a courtyard prepared for the guests of the Seven Blades Festival, and it is of the same nature as the annex where he lives, so ...... The designers are the same.

Ten minutes later.

[MMP, I seem to be lost again. Du Ziyuan scratched his head, ready to ask a maid or guard for directions.

Wandering around, he managed to spot a team of patrol guards. Just as he wanted to step forward to ask for directions, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, as if something had fallen above his head.

He is now self-cultivation, and his reaction speed is also extremely fast, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch the high-altitude falling object.

It's pretty light,

A little soft,

It also makes a sound.

"Yikes. ”

[It's a person!]

Du Ziyuan reacted within 1 second, and if you look closely, isn't this "thing" that fell from the sky just a girl?

"It's raining in the sky?" he looked up at the sky stupidly, and there wasn't even a single cloud.

Then he looked down at the girl in his arms, and saw that she was also looking at himself with a shocked face. Not scared, not shy, but shocked, as if seeing something incredible.

Du Ziyuan felt inexplicable, but he still put her on the ground and asked, "How did you fall from the sky?"

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a translucent tulle tunic through which you could faintly see the red belly pocket inside. She has a great figure, about 165 tall, her legs are close to 1 meter, and her face is as delicate as a 3D character.

There are balls on each side of the head, and thin bangs are parted from the middle, slightly revealing a cute forehead. Even if he is as picky as Du Ziyuan, he has to admit that this is really a superb Lori. 21010