Chapter 420: Qiushui Pavilion's First Sparrow God Competition, damn it!

The end of winter has not yet passed, and the morning sun is just right, shining the snow-covered Qingyuan veins.

In the boudoir on the second floor, there is a beautiful girl who is like the highlight of a snowy scenic spot. She looks cold and seems to be enjoying the snowy scenery by leaning on the railing.

But if you look closely, you will find that her quiet eyes are a little stunned.

As soon as she opened the window, she heard Li Mo slap the table and say these two sentences.

‘He... has never been in love...’

‘He... does not understand love...’

As Ying Bing recalled, her thoughts returned to her previous life.

It seemed that since her family died, she had cut off her seven emotions and desires. Seeing others trapped by love, she only felt that they were worrying themselves.

Heaven and earth are not kind, and the road is ruthless.

She has always believed so, and later she reached the peak of the nine heavens and ten earths, which proved that this was right.

So as the head of Gui Palace, she also ordered all the disciples of Gui Palace to be pure, have no distractions, and use all their energy to pursue the great way.

Although the rules of the sect are strict, there are still disciples who violate taboos.

Once the word love is touched, it seems that you will become stupid...

After that, she became more certain.

Love makes people stupid.

So from then on, her world was only herself, lonely and cold. At that time, she often watched the snow alone. Obviously, the snow was not as strong as her breath, but occasionally she felt a little... cold?

Until she was reborn.

A sunny smile that had long been diluted by time inexplicably broke into her life, and the brilliant spring light also fell on the snow.

Good thing, there is an extra system.

As luck would have it, she lost a few times for no apparent reason.....

So after one, there were two. Gradually, she got used to being led by 놛, eating the food 놛 fed her, and 뇽놛's stinky little brother.

Occasionally, she would be surprised that she seemed to have become a little different from before.

But this change was not annoying.

This...

Are you in love?

Ying Bing didn't know that the words "love" and "affection" were like a layer of ice between her in her previous life, and now they were like flowers in the fog, hazy and unclear.

So she changed her dress, went upstairs, walked past Li Mobian who was sitting on the threshold of the courtyard gate thinking about life, and sat next to 놛.

"What are you eating?"

"Hmm.....dough sticks, would you like some?"

So the two of them sat together in front of the door, feeling the chilly wind, drinking soy milk and eating fried sticks, watching the sun climb out of the snow, watching the sky gradually become gorgeous, and being embellished by white clouds.

Li Mo, the love mentor, had the same confusion.

Let him be a mentor to others, he would be able to speak freely and give advice, and he would be very knowledgeable.

But if you want him to practice, he would be confused.

"Still drinking soy milk?"

"Hmm."

Li Mo went to get another bowl, and when he saw Bingtuozi sitting on the doorstep with his legs hugged, he felt that it was a little unreal.

"I want to drink something hotter."

"Isn't this hot enough?"

Li Mo thought to himself, why does Bingtuozi like to eat something so hot today?

It's so hot, what's the use of warming it up?

The soy milk was heated by rolling in the pot, and then scooped up another mouthful.

"Try it again."

"Hiss..."

Ying Bing's expressionless red lips slightly opened, and he drank a mouthful of boiling soy milk in a cold manner, and then exhaled a breath of hot air. You could vaguely see a pink and tender tongue cooling down.

"It's not very hot when I eat it."

"Well, it's not hot..."

Li Mo drank the remaining soy milk in the pot in confusion, and smacked it twice.

Strange.

There is no sugar, why is there a faint sweetness...

Li Mo scratched his neck, why does he always feel itchy in his neck recently?

Bing Tuozi silently retracted his gaze from his neck.

"Well? Aren't you playing mahjong?"

Qin Yuzhi moved the mahjong table and stood there with a look of surprise on her face, with an expression like Uncle Da, I don't have a car yet.

"Why did you two eat?"

"Why don't you eat something?"

"...I'm not hungry."

Qin Yuzhi slept for thousands of years, but now she feels full. Is it because she is stubborn?

Or because she wants to play mahjong too much?

That's right.

The love war (the name Qin Yuzhi gave) that Li Mo mentioned has not started yet...

Thinking of this, she said vigilantly:

"You two are not going to play love chapters, are you?"

"What is love chapter?"

Ying Bing tilted her head. She had never played one before.

"Newbie?" Qin Yuzhi narrowed her eyes and revealed a hint of evil.

You have to pay tuition for that.

"It seems that there is still one person missing?"

Student Li finally remembered that there was another person in Qiushui Pavilion. The one who drank several bottles of fierce woman should still be asleep...

So he pushed open the door of the beautiful master's room and saw an unknown body lying on the bed without any image, stretching his arms and legs and snoring.

"Master!"

The quilt was lifted.

"Hmm?"

Shang Wu opened her eyes in a daze, her expression lazily but with a hint of murderous intent.

You better have something to ask me, otherwise you might get into trouble.

"Mahjong is short of one."

"How dare you ask me to play mahjong? I'm the number one mahjong god in Qingyuan Sect, who almost plucked Qingluan and made her the youngest chicken!"

Shang Wu instantly became energetic and walked with a breeze. She hadn't played cards for a long time.

She once suggested to the sect master that a mahjong competition be held in Qingyuan Sect every year.

It was a pity that it was rejected unanimously.

So.

Qiushui Pavilion's first Sparrow God Competition has officially begun!

The time here is quiet and peaceful, playing mahjong.

On the other side, leading to the main peak hall, Elder Zeng of Hengyun Jiancheng and Hengyun Sanying had faces full of pain and the smell of hangover.

껗껚Take two steps and then sigh.

In the sound of sighing, they entered the main peak hall.

"Old Zeng? What are you..."

Elder Han He happened to be going to the main peak hall as well. He and Elder Zeng were old acquaintances. Many years ago, the two of them forged weapons together and occasionally exchanged forging techniques.

It’s just that Elder Zeng has good bones and a high level, so he is now a blacksmithing master.

"Hey! I'm not here to look for you this time."

Elder Zeng sighed heavily again.

"What's that?"

"It's Li Mo's matter. Let's talk about it after we meet Brother Guan!"

Li Mo?

Elder Han He was startled. He passed by Qiushui Pavilion and saw this guy playing mahjong for that guy.

It’s true, I didn’t even say a word when I came back from Lanke껚...

The two entered the hall.

When he met Guan Wencang, Elder Zeng's first words were:

"껗Brother, my condolences."

"??"

껗The official Wen Cang puffed out dry smoke and was confused.

"Li Mo of your noble sect died in the Yunmeng Underground Palace. I saw it with my own eyes."

“How is that possible???”

Elder Hanhe leaned back slightly.

Isn’t this kid playing mahjong well there?

But the two of them immediately paid attention to it. After all, Elder Zeng was in the realm of scenery and had excellent eyesight.

"Absolutely, I even brought 놛's body back."

Elder Zeng took out the hair and told the story of the incident sadly, with both nose and eyes.

Elder Hanhe's head was buzzing.

Then who is the one playing mahjong in Qiushui Pavilion?

놛Suddenly shuddered.

From Elder Zeng's tone, we can tell that the Yunmeng Underground Palace is a strange place. Could it be that just now...

Damn it!

........

PS: Happy National Day, viewers! Wuhu, seven days off.

께It’s been a long time since I’ve had a holiday T-T

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