Chapter 3390 Ning Yao Zhou Jue: I didn’t hear clearly, please say it again!

Zhou Mili stopped and looked back at the old scholar with a dignified expression. His big clear and pure eyes were clear in black and white with doubts flashing in his eyes. He asked the old scholar playfully.

"Old scholar, why did you stop suddenly?"

The old scholar lowered his head and glanced at the little girl in black. The solemn expression on his face instantly turned into a smile, and he shook his head and said.

"It's okay, let's go!"

Zhou Mili took the old scholar for a stroll in the city today and tasted many snacks. The little girl was very interested. There was a tall person taking care of such a big thing, so Xiao Mili couldn't be disappointed.

In Zhou Mili's heart, there are no big things in the world. At most, there are only things as big as a grain of rice. No matter how big things are, you can only worry about them for a while and don't have to worry about them all the time. So he didn't continue to question the old scholar and took a step forward. He took small steps and said happily.

"It's okay. There's pea flour in front of me. It's so delicious. I can eat two big bowls of it every time!"

Zhou Mili licked his lips with his pink tongue, and there was a faint glimmer of saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth. He held the old scholar's clothes with his little hands and walked quickly forward.

"Then I want to have a good taste!"

The old scholar echoed Xiaomi Li, with a bright smile on his face, and secretly slandered in his heart.

"The old man is just a lonely ghost. It's not my turn to worry about these bad things."

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the white clouds on the horizon red, like fire, and is gorgeous and dazzling.

At the highest point of the city, Zhou Jue sat cross-legged, looking at the two worlds. His bright and clear eyes were as deep as the ocean. Although he was calm on the surface, he contained terrifying power that could swallow up the heaven and the earth. He was ordinary. A faint smile appeared on his face, listening to the chatter of the little girl in black next to him.

"Miss Ning is a little angry today. It seems that someone named Chen Ping'an wrote to her, but the letter was not written by him, but by a woman named Ruan Xiu!"

When Zhou Jue heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were a little evil, and flashed with a dangerous light. He secretly made up his mind to give the straw-shoe boy a good look when he came to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

"Then what?"

Zhou Mili's little face wrinkled together, and his eyebrows were squirming like a caterpillar, and he continued.

"Grandpa Nalan brought a plate of pastries. They are delicious. I even left a piece for you. Please try it!"

As Zhou Mili spoke, he took out a piece of pastry from the snow-white bell on his wrist, handed it to Zhou Jue's mouth, and stuffed it into his mouth before he could react.

Zhou Jue chewed subconsciously, then reacted and muttered.

"I mean, what happened to Ning Yao?"

"I didn't pay attention, I was just eating pastries!"

Zhou Mili had no resistance to delicious pastries. He had no energy to pay attention to Ning Yao's affairs, so he answered naturally.

Zhou Jue swallowed the pastry and reached out to knock the little girl in black on the head. There was a thud, which made the little girl hold her head and scream, staring at him with big angry eyes.

"Zhou Jue, you knocked my chestnut again and knocked me silly!"

"You are stupid to begin with!"

Zhou Jue rolled his eyes angrily. Zhou Mili was only thinking about food, and his head was filled with water as usual. He was in a daze all day long, which made him feel helpless.

"I'm not stupid, you are!"

Zhou Mili lowered his head and bumped into Zhou Jue like a calf. He was once again resisted by the broad palm, and his hands and feet were dancing wildly. However, they were too short and could not reach the opponent's body at all, so he struggled feebly.

Time is like running water, passing by, and a few months have passed in the blink of an eye. The swordsman in blue is still sitting cross-legged on the highest point of the city, holding the long sword at his waist with his palm from time to time, his eyes are deep and dark, like the abyss of the sea, he can Swallow all existence.

At the end of the road to the north of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a young man in straw sandals walked over. His face showed a bit of anxiety, nervousness, excitement and anticipation. He walked firmly into the city and came to a high gate. Before the mansion.

There are two stone lions guarding outside the gate of the mansion. They are one foot three tall. They are ferocious and powerful. Their evil aura is astonishing. They are intimidating and make their liver and gallbladder tremble. They are enough to scare away the timid people. There is a plaque hanging above the gate of the mansion, with the two characters Ningfu written on it. Each stroke is strong and powerful, and there is a faint aura of sharpness, which makes people feel awe.

"Boom!"

Chen Ping'an stood in front of the side door of Ning Mansion, stretched out his hand and knocked twice, making a deep sound.

"Squeak!"

"Who are you looking for?"

A wrinkled old steward opened the side door, exuding an aura of decay and aging. He frowned slightly, stared at the straw-shoe boy in front of him, showed a bit of confusion, and asked.

"East Aquarius Continent, Chen Ping'an from Longquan County of the Great Li Dynasty, came to give Miss Ning a sword!"

Chen Pingan bowed, clasped his fists, saluted, and said in a clear voice.

When Nalan Yexing heard the words, his eyes moved slightly. He heard the young lady mention the name Chen Pingan, and he looked up and down at this reborn boy with straw sandals. The scrutinizing gaze made Chen Pingan feel a little nervous, and all the muscles in his body tightened. .

"Just wait, I'll report it to the lady right now!"

Nalan Yexing did not let Chen Pingan enter the house directly, turned around and closed the side door, and hurried towards the martial arts training ground.

The graceful dark green figure was like a ghost, flickering and appearing. As the long sword in his hand was swung, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the cold light shone. The air was torn to pieces, and a whistling sound was made. The extremely condensed sword intention made Nalan Yexing like this. All the old swordsmen with Jade Pure Realm combat prowess were amazed.

"Grandpa Nalan, what's the matter?"

Ning Yao's figure suddenly stopped, the sword light dissipated, and the sound of the sword suddenly stopped. His tall and straight posture exuded a heroic spirit. His long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow knives, were slightly frowned, and he asked aloud.

"Miss, Chen Pingan is here!"

When Ning Yao heard the straw-shoe boy's name, a faint smile appeared on his face unconsciously. He sheathed the long sword in his hand, and then he reacted. His sword eyebrows were raised, and he hurried towards the door of the mansion with a hint of anger.

"Ta-ta-ta!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. Chen Pingan nervously took off the sword-raising gourd from his waist and quickly drank a few sips of strong wine. A blush appeared on his fair face. It was not clear whether he was excited or caused by drinking.

"Squeak!"

The side door opened, and Ning Yao's unpainted face appeared in the straw sandals boy's eyes. This was a cheek that haunted him. He still felt a little nervous. Without waiting for the girl to speak, he took a few more sips of strong drink. Wine strengthens one's courage.

Ning Yao frowned slightly when he saw this scene, with a bit of anger still remaining on his face, and asked straight to the point.

"Chen Ping'an, why was the letter you sent to my home not written by you but by Ruan Xiu? Please explain to me, what's going on?"

When Chen Ping'an heard the girl's question, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood frozen on the spot, his head empty, and he blurted out an answer that was not what was asked.

"Miss Ning, long time no see!"

Ning Yao saw that Chen Ping'an still looked stupid, sighed helplessly, glared at him, and said.

"What's the long time no see? How long has it been?"

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to speak and scratched his head. In his memory, it seemed that a long time had passed. He had traveled thousands of miles and practiced millions of punches.

Ning Yao looked at Chen Pingan, whose nervous forehead was sweating, and smiled, then glanced at the sword box behind him. The anger in his heart miraculously dissipated, and he said helplessly.

"Chen Pingan, are you a fool? You don't even know how to explain it to me!"

Chen Ping'an became even more nervous and sweating like rain. He quickly drank a few more sips of wine to ease his mood. He didn't know how many times he had fantasized about the scene where the two of them would meet again. It was definitely not like now, one standing outside the door and one standing alone. Inside the door, they stared at each other.

Ning Yao leaned forward slightly and approached Chen Ping'an. His sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were narrowed, and his narrow eyebrows became more and more slender. He spoke again, with a somewhat puzzled tone.

"Chen Pingan, when did you become an alcoholic?"

Chen Ping'an felt the breath of Ning Yao in front of him, and his face became redder and redder. The thousands of words brewing in his mind turned into nothingness. The courage he finally mustered up instantly dissipated. He scratched his head helplessly and took a few more sips of wine. , stretched out his hand to stop Ning Yao who was about to speak, and said quickly before the alcohol had dissipated.

"Miss Ning, don't speak. Just listen to what I have to say!"

The straw-shoe boy raised his head high, puffed out his chest, clenched the gourd in his hand, and stared at the girl wearing a dark green robe with a serious expression.

Ning Yao blinked his big eyes with a hint of confusion, unable to guess what kind of medicine Chen Ping'an was selling in his gourd.

"Miss Ning,."

Chen Pingan felt that his mouth was dry at this time, his voice had become hoarse, and he was extremely nervous. The knuckles of the fingers holding the gourd turned white, which was enough to show how hard he was exerting himself. He paused and suddenly felt that this title was inappropriate. , changed his words.

"Ning Yao!" The girl in a dark green robe raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she gave off a dangerous aura. Did Chen Ping'an get so bold that he dared to call her by her name?

"Ning Yao, I like you!"

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, showed a desperate expression on his face, and shouted at the top of his voice to the girl in front of him.

"Chen Pingan, if you have the guts, just say it again!"

When Ning Yao faced the straw-shoe boy's confession, he was not as shy as an ordinary girl. His expression was very calm. He stared at Chen Pingan, who was carefully observing his expression, and spoke.

"Ning Yao, I like you!"

Chen Pingan was confused by Ning Yao's calm reaction, and became increasingly uneasy. He confessed again, but his tone revealed an inexplicable guilt, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Who are you?"

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows, his heroic face showed a free and easy look, without any shyness of a woman, and he asked very calmly.

Chen Pingan had a sly smile on his face. Faced with Ning Yao's calm expression, he didn't know what to do and replied loudly.

"I am Chen Ping'an from Longquan County of the Great Li Dynasty of East Aquarius Continent!"

The sky of Lizhu Cave was shattered and turned into a blessed land. It was classified as Longquan County by the Great Li Dynasty, so Chen Pingan called himself this.

Chen Ping'an also thought that after giving the sword to Miss Ning, and spending some time together, it would be best to get to know Miss Ning's hometown and her friends in the Great Wall of Sword Qi again, and then decide whether to confess or not. The safest approach. As for the final result, he also imagined the worst possibility, that is, Ning Yao didn't like him, but maybe they could still be friends, but the straw-shoe boy didn't want to choose this safest method.

Ning Yaoying had a strange look on her angry face. She looked up and down at the straw-shoe boy, and suddenly found that he seemed to have grown taller and had caught up with her. A strange feeling came to her, and she asked angrily.

"What's so great about liking someone?!"

Chen Pingan was stunned when he heard this, scratched his head, and was confused. This was the first time he confessed to a girl. He didn't know how to answer Ning Yao's question, and he was a little confused.

Ning Yao took a step out of the side door and stood in front of Chen Pingan. The distance between the two was very close. She stretched out her right hand with slender white fingers. She was born to hold a sword. She rolled her eyes at Chen Pingan and said .

"Bring it!"

"oh!"

Chen Ping'an hurriedly untied the sword box behind him and opened it. A long sword was pulled out from the scabbard and caught the eyes of the two of them. The cold light shone and a sharp edge came out, making people's hair stand on end. , it is indeed a sword forged by the master swordsmith Ruan Qiong.

Ning Yao stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, looked at it carefully for a few times, then sheathed it, slung it around his waist, turned around and walked towards the mansion.

Chen Ping'an froze on the spot, raising his right hand as if he wanted to stop the girl carrying the sword. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Ning Yao paused and turned to look at the straw-shoe boy who was standing still. He was such an idiot and scolded him angrily.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come in?"

"Hey! Can I come in?!"

A surprised smile appeared on Chen Ping'an's face, and he hurried into the house, following Ning Yao, looking silly and happy.

"At least Miss Ning is still willing to be my friend, I'm satisfied!"

Chen Ping'an thought like this. He had countless words in his heart that he wanted to tell the girl in front of him, but all his courage and courage were exhausted in his confession. He didn't know how to speak. He kept it all in his heart and had nowhere to talk. .

"Miss Ning, how are you doing lately?"

"Miss Ning, I saw a lot of interesting things during my trip, can I tell you about them?"

"Miss Ning, you must have never imagined that I promised you to practice boxing a million times, but now you are only short of 20,000 punches."

"Miss Ning, do you know that when you smiled at my ancestral home on Mu Ping Lane, I would feel that I was the richest person in the world."

"Miss Ning, I met A Liang. He is a swordsman with a wooden sword, he is so majestic!"

"Miss Ning, I have been to Huangting Kingdom, Great Sui Dynasty, Caiyi Kingdom, Shushui Kingdom, and Laolongcheng. I have been to many places. I have met many girls, but none of them are as good-looking as you."

"Miss Ning, I like you, but you don't seem to be happy. I'm sorry."

"Miss Ning, I'm very happy to meet you."

Chen Ping'an followed Ning Yao, the expression on his face kept changing. His mood was high and low. He had never been like this before.

Suddenly, Ning Yao in front stopped again, catching Chen Ping'an off guard. He quickly stopped and almost hit the girl's back.

Ning Yao didn't look back. His long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow knives, were slightly raised. There was no weakness in the eyebrows of a daughter. He was full of heroism and showed the style of a swordsman. He said in a calm voice.

"Chen Pingan, listen to me, I didn't say I didn't like you!"

Chen Pingan's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth grew wider, he couldn't believe his ears, and confirmed again.

"Miss Ning, what did you say, I didn't hear clearly?"

Ning Yao frowned and glanced back at Chen Ping'an, who was in a state of ecstasy. A bright smile appeared on the young man's face, and he grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, and said angrily.

"Didn't you hear that? Forget it, I didn't say anything!"

"No, Miss Ning."

Chen Ping'an paused, changed his title again, and said eagerly.

"Ning Yao, you made it clear just now that you don't like me!"

Chen Ping'an was very anxious. He finally got the girl's approval. If he missed it because of this, he would be upset to death.

"Didn't you hear that clearly?"

Ning Yao frowned, glared at the straw-shoe boy, turned around and left, ignoring Chen Ping'an who was excited and inexplicable behind him, and let him yell and jump around.

"Very good!"

"Ning Yao, I like you!"

"knew!"

Ning Yao raised his arm and waved, without stopping, he continued walking towards the mansion.

"Chen Pingan, I didn't hear what you just said clearly. Say it again!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Chen Pingan, making him feel cold all over. He seemed to feel a strong murderous intention. His muscles all stiffened, and he turned his head and looked back with a dull expression.

Ning Yao also stopped and turned around suddenly. The faint smile on his face disappeared. There was a bit of nervousness and guilt in his bright eyes. He didn't know what to do!

Zhou Jue was wearing a green shirt, his figure was as tall and straight as a mountain, he would rather break than bend. His thick sword eyebrows were tightly knitted together, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the air around him became stagnant. , the straw sandal boy felt a little suffocated.

Zhou Mili grabbed Zhou Jue's warm right palm with her small hand, and her big eyes showed curiosity. She kept looking back and forth between Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao, and Zhou Jue, somewhat confused as to what was going on with the current situation.

Chen Pingan's mind kept falling, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. The darkness and coldness made him feel extremely cold and desperate. His muscles were trembling, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead. His mouth opened and closed several times. Every time he was about to say that sentence, he would feel a monstrous murderous intent. His intuition told him that if he dared to say that sentence just now, he would die.

"Brother!"

Ning Yao's face showed a bit of tension. He looked at the trembling straw sandal boy with worry and shouted quickly.

"Ning Yao, shut up!"

"Chen Pingan, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly. Do you have the courage to say it again in front of me?!"

Zhou Jue's eyes were cold and indifferent. He interrupted Ning Yao's words sternly, staring at the big pig's hoof that dared to push his own cabbage, and asked coldly.

"Zhou Jue, let's not interfere in the affairs between children, shall we?"

Just when Chen Ping'an was about to be unable to bear the overwhelming murderous intent, an old voice sounded from beside Chen Ping'an, and the shabby old scholar smiled a little, and the infinite aura condensed around his body, turning into a light shield, blocking the straw sandal boy. The disciple was in trouble, and the teacher naturally could not just watch the show, but had to help.