The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

In the Mengdong season, the gate of the mountain was opened, so there was a Yasong gathering.

This Yasong Fair was held in Yanyang, in the bustling area of ​​Yanyang, and a large piece of land was specially reserved.

In the gathering, it is not only necessary to select some disciples to enter the ostentatious mountain gate.

We still have to decide on No. 1, and it is said that there will be a reward.

The night before departure, Yanjiu specially entertained Lu Wu at Xiangzhao Bookstore.

Lu Wu looked at the ancient books all over the wall in the bookstore angrily, looking at them with disdain and sneering.

He always thought Xiangzhao was an embroidered pillow.

Yanjiu didn't realize it. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it comfortably:

"Lu Wu, do you know what the prize is for the first place in the Yasong Assembly?"

Lu Wu crossed his arms and said coldly: "I don't know what kind of crap your human prizes are."

Yanjiu: "It's Du Heng."

Lu Wu fell into silence and looked at Yan Jiu gloomily.

Yan Jiu was more leisurely and leisurely. He almost finished the pot of tea without leaving any sip for Lu Wu.

"I will attend the Yasong rally. If possible, you can secretly help me to get first place.

Of course... Du Heng will give it to Zhou Jing. "

Lu Wu clenched his fists and took a slow breath at the end: "Okay."

He just said that this Yanjiu was not a good bird, and that he had an annoying energy all over his body. Hey, he also threatened him?

Not even a cup of tea is given to the guest.

These human beings, their etiquette is really worse with each generation, and their bad intentions are stronger with each generation.

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At the Yasong gathering, Luan Qiu, a direct disciple of Gu Qizhou, came down from the Swaggering faction to take charge of the overall situation.

Luan Qiu was born in a wealthy family in Yan Yang, and was about the same age as Yan Jiu. However, Luan Qiu was talented and had strong spiritual power. He had already become famous at a young age and was raised as the heir to the family.

At that time, the Luan family sent him to Swagger, originally wanting Luan Qiu to be gold-plated in Swagger.

Unexpectedly, he directly joined Gu Qizhou, the master of Zhaoyao Mountain, and became Gu Qizhou's personal disciple.

Yanjiu had heard of this nephew, but had never seen him in person.

To be precise, he knew basically none of the disciples who were going down to host the Yasong gathering this time.

Didn't Gu Qizhou say he would open the back door for him? How to open it? Open with your mouth.

At that time, Yanjiu held a cup of coffee in one hand and was following Shang Jing into the door of Yasong.

Suddenly there was a lot of pointing and pointing around.

I'm afraid they all remembered that time at the wedding, when Shang Jing snatched the inkstone away.

Thinking of this, Yanjiu got goosebumps. Especially if these people were like the Bai family, it would be terrible to have an ambiguous relationship between him and Shang Jing.

Therefore, Yan Jiucheng fearfully distanced himself from Shang Jing and created an image of a loyal and good employee.

Just when Yanjiu was about to hand the coffee to Shang Jing and go to sign in himself.

A young man with delicate and flamboyant features walked towards Shang Jing. The young man couldn't help but be high-spirited and full of brilliance.

Yanjiu couldn't help but take a second look.

The young man stretched out his hand towards Shang Jing and introduced himself:

"Hello, Mr. Shang, I am Luan Qiu.

This time Yasong gathered the person in charge of the swagger party. "

As he spoke, Luan Qiu's eyes were full of smiles, confidence, and a hint of temptation.

The missing string of Yan Jiu somehow grew up. He found it interesting that he could actually tell that Luan Qiu wanted to hook up with Shang Jing.

Being able to take advantage of his boss, Yanjiu felt that this Yasong gathering was not in vain. This life in the world is indeed not boring.

Seeing that Shang Jing's attitude was lukewarm, Yan Jiu hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

He handed a cup of coffee to Luan Qiu, actively performed his duties as an employee, and devoted himself to alleviating the embarrassment:

"Master Luan, let's have some coffee. Mr. Shang invited us."

Luan Qiu looked at Yan Jiu's beautiful peach blossom eyes with a rather distant and disdainful look. He responded lightly: "Yes."

Yanjiu: "..." This attitude toward his junior uncle?

Ah, no, no, I shouldn't have contracted the bad habits of the world, and I shouldn't think of myself as an elder. It's really a sin.