Among the laws of shijie, the most creative is the law of time and space, and in the shijie of the law of time and space, many strange and alternative ways of using the law were born, and a large number of genres were born.

Feng Qinglang didn't dislike Feng Qinglang as a beginner, and looked patiently at her latest evolution of the law changes, really praised a few times, and also gave a pertinent opinion, on the road of the law, there is never the most haode, only the most suitable for yourself, often only the most suitable, zuihou has the opportunity to get out of his own way.

When the exchange of martial arts finally came to an end, even the concert outside came to an end, and when it came to the appreciation stage of the musicians, the fireworks bloomed in the night sky, smearing all kinds of gorgeous patterns, and even the non-music fans in the square stopped to look up, seeing that Feng Qinglang still did not mean to open the letter, Nanxing Soul had to leave: "Well, then I'm leaving...... Well, by the way, does Beatrice like you?"

Nanxing Soul deliberately let his eyes sweep over the letterhead to make his words more natural, but when the words came out, he felt that this question was a bit stupid, and Beatrice was in the audience of the arena, in front of everyone, and suddenly took the initiative to kiss Feng Qinglang, which became a hot topic some time ago.

Everyone said that the little man of the Nan family had taken shit luck and made a stunning beauty fall in love with him.

Feng Qinglang thought about it very seriously before replying, "I'm not sure, it should... It's just a special kind of good feeling. ”

Nan Xing blinked narrowly, trying to make the conversation between himself and Feng Qinglang more like an exchange between buddies: "What about you, do you like her?"

Feng Qinglang raised his eyes to look at the fireworks in the night sky, remembering the feeling that had appeared at a certain moment, and felt that Beatrice was very much like a sunset, beautiful but not to have, but not like fireworks, gorgeous but not able to last forever, a faint sourness swam through his heart lake, it seems that beautiful things can never belong to themselves.

He smiled on his face and responded, "I should only have a very special affection for her." Oh, just like the two fireworks blooming in the night sky now, each blooming with different beauty, maybe they appreciate each other, and even each other's fireworks are still staggered, but before they have time to communicate more, they have already passed by and disappeared into the night sky. ”

Nanxing Soul trembled in his heart for no reason, feeling a little unspeakably poignant, as if he had touched the deepest part of Feng Qinglang's heart, although it was only the tip of the iceberg, it had been glimpsed, but he felt that Feng Qinglang was a little insincere, he just thought so, not the true desire of his heart.

She couldn't help but look up and look in the same direction as Feng Qinglang, the two beautiful fireworks had long since dispersed, and there was no trace, but more fireworks were gushing up, filling the dark night sky.

On the other side of the Garden Square, there are two women who are also staring at the same night sky, because of their extraordinary appearance, even if the fireworks are so beautiful, some passers-by nearby will take the time to peek at them and grab a lot of eyeballs.

"Aunt Xiaofeng, the fireworks tonight are so beautiful!" Lan Dandan's neutral voice sighed softly.

"Hmm. Lan Xiaofeng discerned the colorful patterns of the night sky, thoughtful.

"By the way, Aunt Xiaofeng, are you going to participate in the competition?"

"Is this your father's question, or is it the Elder's question?" Lan Xiaofeng immediately broke away from a certain emotional moment, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes.

Lan Dandan shook his head and said: "No, no, Aunt Xiaofeng, don't be nervous, this is just my personal problem, you know, the last Mingguang was very miserable, only the mentor team of the team leader came back, and none of the students who participated in the competition came back......"

Lan Xiaofeng sighed softly and said seriously: "I need to find a place in Mingguang, which will be of great benefit to the family in the future......"

"That...... Aunt Xiaofeng, do I still need to keep a low profile? I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. ”

Lan Xiaofeng said solemnly: "Dandan, do you remember Luo Lingyun and them, if it weren't for persuading you to keep a low profile, you would have been mixed with them when you first started school, what would be the fate now." ”

Lan Dandan was silent, Situ Weiyang was made miserable by that group of gentlemen, and then that group of gentlemen was also made miserable by Feng Qinglang.

When she thought of the name Feng Qinglang, she always had a deep hatred, it was the existence of such a person that she couldn't establish any sense of superiority in front of Nanxing Soul.

She said softly: "Aunt Xiaofeng, I heard that when it came to the main competition, the mortality rate was quite high, you and that Feng Qinglang were team members, that ......"

That kind of gentle and soft tone, as well as a coquettish greasy attitude, the passers-by who were still peeking at them must not have guessed that Lan Dandan was suggesting that Lan Xiaofeng find a chance to make Feng Qinglang cease to exist.

Lan Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "Dandan, don't talk about this matter, it's best not to think about it for the time being...... During the training camp, an old guy who couldn't even see my strength clearly, personally came to explore Fengqing's foundation, and then ......"

The fireworks in the night sky were hazy for a moment, as if back to last night, and the night also crossed a brilliant trajectory like fireworks, and she continued: "Then, the old fellow left angrily...... Don't ask weishenme, I don't know either. ”

"Okay, Dandan, don't think nonsense, enjoy your time on campus. ”

"Alas, I know, Aunt Xiaofeng......"

“......”

The music stopped, the fireworks cleared, and Beatrice's letter was read.

Feng Qinglang placed it upright in the top compartment of the cabinet, and in the lower compartment of it, there was a pile of scattered letters, stacked in a haphazard manner, among which the letters from Lord Nanling were the mainstay.

If Lord Nanling saw this scene, he would definitely be heartbroken, he claimed to be a master of contemporary calligraphy, but his calligraphy was obviously in a state of quasi-garbage that would be thrown away when it was full.

Beatrice's letter tells the story of her recent situation, to the effect that the inheritance is progressing more smoothly than expected, and if she is lucky, she can make it back to her final exams.

There seemed to be a faint breath of longing in the letter, and it was precisely because of this breath that Feng Qinglang's meditation chapter of the night could enter the state for a long time.

The first three chapters have been proficient in operation, but the cultivation state of the fourth chapter is still in an unsatisfactory state, and there is still a surplus of the meditation pill refined before, but it is a pity that the help for the cultivation of the fourth chapter is minimal.

Although he can clearly feel that the state of his spiritual sea is improving bit by bit, if he continues to make such slow progress, his life will still come to an end after more than half a year.

He has to break through the bottleneck, it's a matter of time, it's a matter of life and death.

The mountain behind Mingguang is a legendary place.

In many people's imagination, the entrance must be in a place where there is no way out, and if there is no one to guide the way, you will never find the entrance to that bright village.

Then there must be birds singing and fragrant flowers, picturesque scenery, a group of white-bearded old men love to fly there when they have nothing to do, all kinds of rare birds and beasts can be seen everywhere, all kinds of rare medicinal materials are everywhere......

The blue sky, the white clouds, Feng Qinglang, under the guidance of the summer maniac, came to the entrance of this legendary place.

It's just a small inconspicuous ravine, except for one or two delicate little magic patterns arranged at the entrance of the ravine to defend against fierce birds and beasts, there is basically nothing else special.

Xia Maniac smiled: "Don't be disappointed, Mingguang Houshan is just a title, in fact, it is everywhere, as long as it is the hermitage of those old guys, even if it is Mingguang Houshan." Well, this is just one of their retreats. ”

Xia Maniac was obviously a frequent visitor, and opened the magic lock with a skillful gesture, and entered it, a clear stream ran through the ravine, and from time to time fish jumped out of the water, seeing Xia Maniac's index finger move, and said with a smile: "You have a good mouth, the grilled fish here tastes first-class." They chose to live in seclusion here, which is probably very related to food. ”

Feng Qinglang could only echo and smile, the purpose of his coming here was very simple, to visit the seniors who had cultivated the meditation chapter, and ask for advice on their cultivation experience, on this path, they must have gone further.

The few huts were scattered on both sides of the creek, and it was close to noon, and the white smoke was slowly drifting, and a young man was fishing by the river, and if he had not dozed off and drooled, the scene would have been quieter and more peaceful.