Song Qiu looked at Qing Xiazi's expression seriously, and remembered the hypocritical performance of the politician played in the movie. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingxiazi's answer was expected by Monk Daozhen.

His trip was originally to remind the Qingcheng faction that the seal was about to be loosened, worried that they had forgotten this past, and if he could provide a little help, he would not hesitate to take action.

But with the tense situation now, even if he offered to help them, the Qingcheng faction would definitely not agree.

In this case, the poor monk and the two monks took their leave. Monk Daozhen folded his hands again and said.

Qing Xiazi's expression was cold, "Don't send it." ”

Monk Daozhen and Song Qiu turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Do you know how long this disciple of mine has been cultivating?" Qingxiazi looked at the backs of the two of them leaving, and suddenly asked out loud.

Monk Daozhen and Song Qiu kept walking.

"It only took him a year and a half to cultivate to his current level. ”

Qingxiazi's voice echoed in the woods, a little empty echo: "I don't know how old you are, but I know that you must be much older than your appearance." Today, you have made my Qingcheng faction lose face with one kick, and one day, this disciple of mine will definitely avenge this kick for me. ”

"I believe that this day will never be far away!"

Qingxiazi's cultivation is not very good, but his vision of people is very sophisticated. He could see at a glance that the Daozhen monk was by no means a cruel and murderous person, but a real enlightened monk, so he did not flinch in the slightest between his words, and he was extremely arrogant.

Song Qiu stopped, turned around and asked, "Then do you know how long I've been cultivating?"

"You...... How many years have you been cultivating?"

The young Taoist who had been defeated by Song Qiu had been holding the long sword in a daze, and looking at Song Qiu's young face, he couldn't help but ask.

Song Qiu smiled weirdly, comparing one to one.

The young Taoist's face was pale, and he muttered in despair, "It's also a year?...... How is this possible?"

Song Qiu shook his head and said lightly: "Wrong, it's a month." ”

With a loud bang, the sword in the young Daoist's hand fell to the ground, and along with it, his once extremely firm Dao heart.

After saying this, Song Qiu turned around and left.

Staring at Song Qiu and Monk Daozhen's gradually shrinking figures, a strong desire quietly emerged in Qingxiazi's eyes.

He closed his eyes.

After a while, Qingxiazi, who reopened her eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and her dark pupils were full of determination, as if she had finally made up her mind about something.

Song Qiu and Monk Daozhen walked all the way to the bottom of Qingcheng Mountain along the mountain.

Regarding the words that deliberately hit the young Taoist, Song Qiu didn't take it to heart, nor did he freely imagine the lost appearance of the young Taoist.

Along the way, he silently pondered the two swords before, and was faintly touched.

When he was about to reach the edge of the enchantment, Song Qiu stood still, stared carefully at the cyan fog barrier that was as thin as a layer of cicada wings, and then looked up at the cyan sky, silent.

A gust of winter wind blew, and the green pines on the side trembled.

Pine leaves are like needles but not needles, like swords and not swords.

The branches trembled, irregular and seemed to contain some kind of regularity.

Song Qiu closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.

From the moment Song Qiu stood still, Monk Daozhen's sense of presence became extremely faint, as light as the air around him.

It wasn't until Song Qiu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation that Monk Daozhen returned to normal again.

He looked at Song Qiu, his eyes were full of indescribable admiration and appreciation.

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Liu Yang got up early today, because today was the first day of the swimming competition that he had been waiting for for a long time.

Also today, the preliminaries and finals of the men's swimming team 4×100m competition will begin.

Because there are very few colleges and universities that can have a full swimming team, all the men's team competitions in swimming are relatively simple, and there are not many colleges and universities that participate. In one day, you will be able to compete in the preliminaries and finals.

These participating colleges, in Liu Yang's eyes, are just passers-by Class A soy sauce men, and the only one who can pose some threat is the Jinghai University team taught by his old rival Hao Bocun.

However, when he thought that he still had Song Qiu's card in his hand, Liu Yang was like taking a reassuring pill, and he was instantly shocked and calmed down.

The college student community in China has not yet given birth to someone who can defeat Song Qiu.

This is the unanimous view of the Jiangcheng University swimming team, including Liu Yang, after more than half a month of training.

Walking into the competition venue with his hands behind his back, Liu Yang was already preparing the speech of the reporter when he interviewed himself after the swimming team won.

Walking through the narrow passage of players, Liu Yang walked into the locker room belonging to the Jiangcheng University team.

The locker room was a noisy mess.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yang frowned and asked, these young people were really too uncalm, but most of them were participating in this kind of important national event for the first time, and it was understandable that they were excited and nervous.

"Coach. The anxious assistant hurriedly ran to Liu Yang with a mobile phone.

"What's the matter? Didn't I teach you to be calm in everything? You see Guan Yunchang in the Three Kingdoms scraping his bones and healing his wounds, his face does not change, and then look at yourself like this, how old a person is, and you are as anxious as a monkey when you encounter something. "Liu Yang and the assistant are very familiar and have a good relationship, so they don't save face when they teach a lesson.

The assistant continued to make calls anxiously, and said with a wry smile to Liu Yang: "Coach Liu, there's no way not to worry, Song Qiu can't be contacted." ”

"If you can't get in touch, you can't get in touch...... Wait!What are you talking about?" Liu Yang suddenly reacted in the middle of his words, grabbed the assistant's arms with both hands, shook them vigorously, and asked loudly.

The assistant was violently shaken by Liu Yang and was about to doubt his life, he was very sure that if he was a car, now the iron must have been shaken by Liu Yang to the point that the parts would fall apart and would not be able to start.

Liu Yang showed Liu Yang the phone number marked with Song Qiu's name on the mobile phone screen, and the assistant said with a sad face: "I can't get through the phone, saying that I am not in the service area." ”

"Then don't you know to go to his bedroom, maybe he overslept?" Liu Yang's face flushed, but it was a little similar to the second master Guan he had just mentioned.

The assistant helplessly spread his hands and said: "I've been there, I've been there early in the morning, and there is no one." I asked the doorman and said that the man in his dormitory hadn't been back last night. ”

Liu Yang paced back and forth anxiously in the locker room, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door outside the locker room.

Then, without waiting for Liu Yang to speak, the door was directly pushed open, revealing a face that Liu Yang didn't want to see at this time.

Hao Baicun poked his head in, swept around the locker room, and said with a smile: "Yo, are they all there?"