I'm really a decent cultivator

On the Yellow Crane Tower.

Qing Chen watched all this calmly.

He admired the beautiful scenery of the magic capital, the ancient city and the ancient buildings, and was indulging in this beauty.

This is the world of mortals, a place that makes people linger and forget to return.

It's a pity that I don't have much ink, otherwise, I can write a song like Xin Qiji, Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees, and blows down, stars are like rain, BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road, the sound of phoenix flutes is moving, and jade pots are shining Turn, fish and dragon dance all night.

It's a pity that I don't have that literary talent, so I can only play handsome in silence.

as time flows.

The scenery is over.

After the beeping was finished, the ten top-grade spirit stones were sent over quickly, and at the same time, the poem written by Zhang Qingchen was also sent over.

Arhat glanced at the signer behind the poem, which read: Long Aotian.

Seeing Long Aotian, the three words, he frowned involuntarily, but this throbbing, like the touch of a dragonfly, disappeared without a trace, and he concealed it very well.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Qing Chen planned to use Long Aotian's identity to cover himself before participating in the trial field.

Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be a fight before joining the trial field.

With the experience of Wanping Town and Linhai Town, he learned to keep a low profile.

"Brother Long, do you still want to visit the night market at night? The night market here is the most lively place." Luo Han's words have meaning.

If he hadn't seen Situ Wan'er by his side, he might have said it directly.

[Later, I'll take you to float? 】

"No need, go back and rest earlier, let's play again tomorrow." Qing Chen said, he planned to go back to rest.

"Brother Luo, I'm not tired." Su Che whispered next to Luo Han.

then,

He gave the other party a [you understand, I understand] look.

Arhat glanced at it, and gave the other party a "you understand, I understand" look.

The two looked at each other and smiled lightly, both of them felt like they hated seeing each other late.

"Eldest brother, can I go?" Su Che looked at Qing Chen pitifully, with an expression that made me want to make waves.

Qing Chen waved his hand, and said lightly: "Go, pay attention to safety."

When Su Che heard this, he jumped up happily.

Qingchen won the head armor in this poem writing competition. In addition to ten high-grade spirit stones as a reward, the supplier of this poetry writing conference specially provided a courtyard for the head armor, and lived for free for three days!
Of course, there are reasons for those sponsors to do this, which is equivalent to being their spokesperson for free.

I believe that by tomorrow at the latest, various products about the sage of poetry—Long Aotian will be on the market one after another.

……

After dinner,

After bidding farewell to Arhat, Su Che said goodbye to them very anxiously. Qing Chen took Situ Wan'er to the courtyard, and it turned out to be a very high-end courtyard.

That night.

Under the sunflower maple tree, Qingchen sat leisurely and dangled in the rocking chair, with his favorite green tea beside him.

These were all prepared by Situ Wan'er for him. His uncle loved to lie down so much, so he carried them with him, and Qing Chen took them out when he wanted to lie down.

A withered yellow maple leaf fell with the autumn wind, swirling in mid-air, and slowly falling.

Qing Chen was greedy for a few cups tonight, his face was a little drunk, and he took a sip of the freshly brewed green tea, which relieved a little.

"Eldest brother, this is hangover tea, you will feel better after drinking it." Situ Wan'er brought a bowl of hangover tea from the kitchen.

Just after putting it down, he ran into the kitchen again and brought another bowl of soup.

"This is bullwhip soup, drink it before going to bed..."

Qing Chen, who had just picked up the hangover tea, was instantly petrified. Recently, every day, every morning...

"This soup...don't drink it." Qing Chen smiled wryly.

"I want it, this soup is good for the body, and it also has the effect of strengthening the body." Situ Wan'er said seriously.

Qing Chen suspected that this girl had some misunderstandings about gaining physique.

Or...on purpose?

after all,

This time going down the mountain, she was the only woman, but thinking that although Situ Wan'er was his little fan girl, she was as innocent as a piece of white paper, so she dismissed the idea.

"Buy less of these medicinal materials in the future, they are not cheap..." Qing Chen had to change his approach and advised Situ Wan'er not to give him a lot of tonic soup every night.

"It's okay, these don't cost money." Situ Wan'er said with a smile.

"It doesn't cost money, so where do these medicinal materials come from?" Qing Chen had refined medicinal herbs and knew a thing or two about the price of medicinal materials.

Don't look at this bowl of bullwhip soup, a better bullwhip is worth at least ten taels of silver, not counting the other medicinal materials.

"It's from Wang Fugui." Situ Wan'er said bluntly.

Forehead…

Qing Chen understood now.

"Brother Wang is generous. When I see him in the future, I have to thank him very much." Qing Chen is a kind person, and he remembers who has helped him in his heart.

"I will," Situ Wan'er replied, but she was thinking in her heart that if she went down to meet Wang Fugui, the medicinal materials in the inventory would be exhausted, and when the time came, she would ask him for another [-] catties. , [-] catties seems to be less, maybe [-] catties...
If Qing Chen knew what Situ Wan'er was thinking, he would definitely pray that Wang Fugui would never appear in front of him.

Situ Wan'er moved a small bench, sat beside Qing Chen, raised her head, and watched the moon with him.

The moonlight after the autumn rain is beautiful, with the autumn wind, it is easy to make people feel nostalgic.

"I don't know how master is doing, whether he eats on time, whether he remembers to plant poisonous herbs on time." Situ Wan'er put her hands on her chin, looked at the moon in the sky, and said slowly.

Qing Chen turned his face to the side and looked at Situ Wan'er's profile, the perfect outline, long eyelashes, the most attractive person is her mouth, full of lips, if you look closely, it makes people want to kiss her impulse.

"We'll go back when the trial ground is over." Qing Chen smiled brightly and watched the moon with her.

"Okay." Situ Wan'er replied.

Just like that, the two of them enjoyed the moonlight in late autumn together, and no one took the initiative to break this rare tranquility.

After a while, Situ Wan'er suddenly remembered something, stood up quickly, and said, "I almost forgot, I have a gift for you."

"Give me a gift?" Qing Chen hesitated slightly upon hearing this.

Situ Wan'er nodded, and then took out a sword from the storage ring.

This is a good sword. The body of the sword is made of black iron and is thin, revealing a faint cold light. The hilt is a golden dragon carving, which looks extremely majestic. The blade is extremely sharp, and the blade is like autumn frost.

"Your sword?" Qing Chen looked at the sword in front of him and asked.

"You guys were chatting tonight, and I happened to come across a blacksmith shop, so I went in to have a look, and thought this sword was very suitable for my uncle, so I bought it." White teeth.

"This sword...is very expensive." Qing Chen took the sword from her hand, waved it lightly, and then made a slight sword cry.

"It's not expensive. The boss is very talkative and gave me a [-]% discount." Situ Wan'er said quickly.

But I secretly said in my heart.

"It took ten high-grade spirit stones...but only this kind of sword is worthy of master uncle, so...it's worth it."