The crazy boss took me to win in the world of cultivating immortals

Lively stadium, noisy crowd.

Qingfang seemed to be incompatible with all of this, with a serious expression like "the war is coming and I have to entrust you with something before my death".

Shuang Ming was infected by her inexplicable emotion, frowned, put on a serious look, and took the piece of paper from her hand!

Just as he was about to open it, he was stopped by Qingfang.

"do not!"

Shuang Ming:?

"You, you can open it and take a look after you go back."

Qingfang's courage is not enough, and she has been holding it in for so long.

Upon hearing this, Shuang Ming thought it was some important message. To show respect, he nodded and put the paper away.

Qingfang felt a little relieved when she saw it. After taking a deep breath, she said goodbye to him and turned around to leave.

She walked quickly back to Ning Moqing, who kept giving her a thumbs up.

Qingfang was so embarrassed that she pulled Ning Moqing and ran away quickly.

Shuang Ming was a little curious about what was on the paper after being treated like this by Qing Fang.

So I didn’t have any intention to play ball anymore, so I packed up and went back.

-

Xuanming Palace is different from other sects.

Even if they are direct disciples of other sects, they still have to train hard every day in order to reach a higher peak as soon as possible.

However, the direct descendants of Xuanming Palace are not mortals.

He is already very strong in his own right, he doesn't need any training at all, he just performs badly all day long.

No, it’s too leisurely. Occasionally we get together to eat melon.

I wonder if the busier a person is, the more he attracts people? Or is it that you are too busy and don’t want to see others too busy?

In short, Shuang Yan is always busy in his own territory, and he sees idlers coming uninvited.

Then the workbench becomes a place for eating.

He Lan's knife skills are as good as his own. He can cut people with ease, and cut watermelons with ease.

He can dance with his "silent abyss" and wield a big kitchen knife.

After a quick click, each person shared a piece of melon, and started chatting while eating.

Ye Chen spoke first, always complaining.

"Then what is Qingfang or Qingyuan? Where did you find it?"

"Isn't she here to study? Shouldn't we learn from Wu Mang and Lingqing? What's going on with Shi Yi who keeps pestering me?"

He Lan took a bite of the melon and said, "It's not like your Majesty doesn't know that Xiao Eleven is born to be liked by others."

"Since I'm here to study, I won't stay long. Your Majesty, just be patient. There will be good days ahead."

Shuang Yan gave He Lan a thumbs up, which meant——

If you know how to speak, just speak more. I'm too lazy to complain.

Ye Chen was still unhappy. He stared at the half of the watermelon left on the table, and then asked, "Where are Cang Xun and Wu Mang?"

Gathering people to eat melons is just for fun.

Why are these two men so unsociable?

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, he saw Cang Xun walking in from the door.

He casually sat down at the table. Shuang Yan reached out and handed him a piece of watermelon. He took a bite and sighed.

"Hey……"

Helan watched the excitement and didn't mind the matter, and said happily: "What's wrong? Qinglian lost her temper with you again?"

Cang Xun shook his head.

"It would be better if she lost her temper with me, and she was still making trouble with me anyway. Now it's better, everyone is gone."

Hearing this, Shuang Yan asked slightly in surprise: "Ah? Did you run away?"

Cang Xun nodded now.

"Well, I ran away and went to Li Ban again."

"Oh, I just took a sneak peek. Eleven, and the new one, who's called Fang? They're all here!"

"I also heard Shiyi say that he was going to pick up the one from Wu Mang's family. Just wait, Wu Mang will be there soon."

As soon as Cang Xun finished speaking, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Sure enough, Wu Mang really came.

Cang Xun spread his hands with an expression of "just take a look."

But Wu Mang was not as lifeless as Cang Xun. He was in a good mood and even greeted everyone one by one.

Ye Chen didn't understand, so Ye Chen complained again.

"My wife has been abducted by others, but you're still happy?"

Wu Mang didn't understand either. Wu Mang replied to him on the spot: "Yao Yao was taken away by Shi Yi. If I'm not happy, is it possible that I have to settle the score with Your Majesty?"

"..."

Ye Chen stopped talking. Ye Chen himself felt aggrieved.

His wife was not taken away by someone. His wife ran away on her own...

Hey……

All of you here, together, probably wouldn't be able to beat Ye Shen.

So everyone was secretly happy to see him failing in other aspects.

At this time, Shuang Ming came back after finishing playing.

In the melon-eating event at the men's venue, the last male guest finally made his debut.

He was covered in sweat when he played, and everyone disliked him, but he didn't care.

He took a piece of watermelon carelessly, found an empty place to sit down and started to eat.

As he nibbled on it, he remembered what Qingfang had given him.

He took it out and looked at it.

There are two lines of black writing on the white paper, the handwriting is beautiful, and they are two sentences of a seven-character quatrain.

[I once said goodbye to a beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there has been no news about her until now. 】

To be honest, Shuang Ming didn't understand it at all and almost didn't recognize all the words.

When it comes to questions about cultural knowledge, he habitually calls his brother for help.

Shuang Yan heard him shouting and turned to look in his direction.

Shuang Ming held the watermelon in one hand and raised the paper at him with the other.

"Brother, help me see what it says here."

Shuang Yan didn't want to talk to him, so he asked casually: "What is it? Where did it come from?"

Qingfang only told Shuang Ming to open it after she returned home, and she didn't say anything about keeping it secret.

Shuang Ming answered truthfully: "Qingfang gave it to me when I just went to play ball."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of several melon-eating men present changed.

After all, Shuang Yan was his biological brother, and he didn't mind the smell of sweat on Shuang Ming's body, so he moved over immediately.

"Come, let me take a look."

Shuang Yan took the note from Shuang Ming's hand and took a closer look -

Hey!

These two sentences...

It is indeed an expression of lovesickness.

But isn’t it inappropriate for a woman to write to a man?

First of all, the word beauty is wrong...

However, using beauty to describe a man is not without precedent.

Some men do have a male-female look and are very charming.

But his younger brother has nothing to do with beauty, right?

Well……

Shuang Yan fell into deep thought, wondering whether these two sentences meant to convey affection?

The other people came over, took a look, and each had their own remarks.

When Ye Chen saw the word beauty, he didn't understand it.

He opened his mouth and said, "Is this written to you by the girl who kidnapped my family on the [-]th? She said you are a beauty? What do you mean? She laughed at you like a bitch?"

Shuang Ming:......

He Lan shook his head: "That's not true, is it? Maybe you just think Shuang Ming looks good-looking?"

Cang Xun: "Doesn't that mean he looks like a bitch?"

Shuang Ming:......

My brother couldn't stand listening anymore, so he pointed to the last sentence on the paper and said, "You didn't read this sentence at all? Are you just focusing on the word beauty?"

"Together these two sentences, it probably means that we were in a hurry to separate and there has been no news from you since then. This is a expression of lovesickness."

Wu Mang nodded and asked a soul question.

"So, who is the beauty?"

"..."

This time, there was no need for others to complain. Shuang Ming understood it himself and stood up in a moment.

"This is making fun of me for looking like a pussy!"

Shuang Ming said he couldn't bear it and asked his brother to write it on the spot.

"Brother, write me a letter and ask her to challenge her! I want to see what level she is at and how dare she laugh at me!"

Frost Banquet:......