After 10 Years of Chopping Wood, I Am Invincible

So, Meng Xing left Chunyi Building under the resentful eyes of Miss Hua Rong, and irresponsibly, even Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo didn't care.

I'll leave first. As for what happens tomorrow, it's up to you how you deal with it.

Meng Xing walked down the street with a smile, as if he had seen the two of them with extremely resentful eyes.

[The task has been completed, get a random reward: Agility +1]

While walking, the system will pop up from time to time, triggering options.

Soon, Meng Xing returned to the Yunlai Inn. Sure enough, Liu Shiyun and Xiao Yuluo hadn't slept yet. Meng Xing knocked on the door of Liu Shiyun's room and found that the two of them were still chatting.

Xiao Yuluo opened the door, stared at Meng Xing, sniffed his nose, and said, Have you had a good time in the brothel? Is there a lady of oiran who gave you her arms?

Does your nose belong to a dog? Meng Xing murmured inwardly, and couldn't help reaching out and scratching her lovely nose, saying, Of course, with my talent, which oiran lady won't be tempted? It's just that I don't like to provoke me. Those women sternly refused, so they didn't dare to spend the night in Chunyi Building, so they came back.

Don't be so rude to your senior sister, can you move a girl's nose at will? Xiao Yuluo said angrily, a smile on her face betrayed her, indicating that she was in a good mood.

Meng Xing said: Senior sister dares to question my brother and sister. I will shave my sister's nose to punish you. In order to find out the evildoer, I sacrificed my innocence.

Have you found anything? Xiao Yuluo was suddenly distracted.

There is something I found, and I have to check it. Meng Xing said.

Come in and talk about it.

Meng Xing came in, closed the door, walked to the table and sat down, and saw Liu Shiyun, who had a cold temperament next to her, with an expressionless face.

Senior sister, what's wrong with you? Meng Xing was a little curious.

Say, did you write poetry in the brothel? Liu Shiyun said coldly.

I didn't want to write poems at first, but the two senior brothers forced me to write poems because they wanted to see the talent show of Lady Hua Kui. In order not to hurt the feelings between the brothers, I reluctantly wrote a poem, and then the three of them made a poem. Went to Mrs. Hua Kui for a few cups of tea. Meng Xing explained half-truths and sold the two brothers.

You actually wrote poetry in a place of fireworks like a brothel, which is simply humiliating the sacred poetry. Liu Shiyun reprimanded.

?? Meng Xing was puzzled.

There are many scholars who go to the brothel to write poems. What logic does Senior Sister Liu have to think that she has insulted the sacred poems?

Could it be that Senior Sister Liu is a little bit clean emotionally? So I hate the place of fireworks like brothel very much, and think that poetry recitation should not appear in brothel for such noble and noble behavior?

Senior sister said that the way of poetry is inherently sacred and beautiful, and it shouldn't appear in the place of fireworks. In the future, the younger brother will seldom write poetry in the brothel. Meng Xing said following her heart.

Anyway, as long as you don't know about it in the future, it's fine, and you don't know where I did it.

Liu Shiyun's expression softened, and he said, Write down the poems, and let me see what poems you have written, and see if they are unsightly.

This senior sister is probably worried that I will write a little yellow poem in the brothel, how am I that kind of person? Xiao Huangwen, I have quite a few, senior sister, do you want to listen to me? Meng Xing complained in his heart.

However, Meng Xing knew that this senior sister liked poetry, so she did not refuse and wrote it for her.

Liu Shiyun looked at the poem, and his heart was shocked. This poem is also a good poem through the ages, but it is a pity that the younger brother did not write it for me, but for the Hua Kui lady.

Liu Shiyun felt distressed, why did you write such a good word for the lady of the courtesan? If you write to me how well, won't this destroy the good impression in my heart? I just like the way you write poetry for me alone, and I will be jealous if you write it for others.

With tears in his eyes, Liu Shiyun poured out his heart silently, almost unable to control his emotions, and wanted to say these inner words.

She said that Meng Xing had humiliated the poetry, but she was actually saying that Meng Xing had destroyed the beautiful fantasy in her heart.

She didn't want Meng Xing to write poems for others, even if she wrote poems for Xiao Yuluo, she would be a little jealous.

She just wanted Meng Xing to write poems for her alone, to own this beauty alone, and not to share it with others. It's like when she was a child, when she saw a toy she liked and just wanted to have it alone.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will be jealous of any group of fragrances. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains the same...

She murmured, only to feel that she was transformed into a plum blossom beside the broken bridge outside the station. In the wind and rain, she was also lonely, alone, worried, and had no intention of fighting for spring, and finally turned into dust and mud, left alone Fragrance.

The scenes blended together, and the words chanted people, which almost went to her heart.

This song, like it was written for her, moved her to tears.

She couldn't help turning her face away, pretending to be inadvertent, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Junior Brother, you wrote this poem very well, which makes people very emotional. Liu Shiyun said quietly.

Can you please? This is a poem that has been passed down through the ages. Meng Xingxin said.

Xiao Yuluo also felt that this poem was excellent, but she had a more cheerful personality and was a queen-like woman, so naturally she did not have such a sensitive mentality and melancholy.

Xiao Yuluo broke the silence, continued the question just now, and said, Junior Brother, what did you find in the brothel?

I felt a cultivator with a strong aura in the brothel. Although that person controlled his aura, I still felt that his cultivation was extraordinary. It is very suspicious for such a person to appear in the brothel. Meng Xing said.

However, it is also possible that the master of that sect appeared there, so you need to check it carefully to avoid offending people from other sects.

Then how to check? Xiao Yuluo asked.

Let's see tomorrow, if the messenger of the soul angel comes back, it will be much easier. Otherwise, we need to go to the brothel to keep an eye on it. Meng Xing said.

After discussing for a while, Meng Xing left and returned to his room.

After tossing for a night, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he fell down and went to sleep.

...

The next day, Meng Xing woke up refreshed, opened the door, and saw Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo standing at his door, quietly waiting for him.

Why are you back? Meng Xing was startled.

We came back at Zi Shi last night. Yao Jianyu said.

It's you who came back early secretly, did you say something to Junior Sister Xiao and the others? Gu Qingzhuo asked.

How did you know that I came back early? Meng Xing asked.

When I went to the thatched hut, I met Miss Hua Rong's maid in the corridor. She said that Miss Hua Rong was almost crying because of you. Yao Jianyu said.

You don't call us back when you go back, it's heartbreaking. Fortunately, we were lucky and came back early. Gu Qingzhuo said.

How can I bother you when you are having a good time? Meng Xing said.

We've already done the work. Gu Qingzhuo said.

It turned out to be two one-second men, pitiful for those two girls. By the way, the option triggered by the system last night asked me to comfort the two women, wouldn't it be because of them? This is too fast. Meng Xing complained in his heart.

You haven't said it yet, why did you come back early? Yao Jianyu looked cold.

Could it be that you have the habit of breaking your sleeves? Don't you like Madam Hua Kui? Gu Qingzhuo looked at him vigilantly and said.

God's habit of cutting sleeves? You have the habit of cutting sleeves. Meng Xing sneered in his heart.