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[Forget it, I’m about to vomit too. 】

The few people stopped fighting and sat down at the table to eat.

After dinner, Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng started fighting over the room again.

[These two don’t like each other! No matter, I'm going to sleep first. 】

Pudu Temple

Niao Niao held a stick and led Li Lianhua, panting and leaning forward.

"Isn't he even tired?" Looking at Di Feisheng who was walking swiftly, Niao silently complained to Li Lianhua.

Li Lianhua held the stick. "Maybe his force value is relatively high."

As soon as these words came out, Niao Niao straightened his back instantly. "My force value is higher than his!"

After finally arriving at the temple, he took out some food from his cloth bag and squatted aside to wait for Li Lianhua.

She and the vixen were squatting aside, chewing meat, while the abbot was taking Li Lianhua's pulse. He tilted his head in confusion, touched his beard and put his hand on Li Lianhua's wrist.

"It's strange. Ten years ago, I took your pulse and it was clear that you were about to die. Although you barely managed to save your life, your martial arts skills were completely lost. You should be less than a year old now. But your pulse clearly shows signs of rejuvenation."

Faced with the abbot's confusion, Li Lianhua waved her sleeves and did not intend to answer.

He doesn't care about his body. Now he just wants to find the body of his senior brother Dan Gudao.

"Monk, how are things going with you?"

"What kind of lion soul, Huiyuan? I don't know." The abbot squinted his eyes and focused on the squatting body. "Did this girl do something to your body?"

[Ahem, abbot, do you want to listen to what you are saying? 】

Niao Niao almost choked to death on the meat in her mouth. Li Lianhua poured a cup of tea, used her inner strength to cool down, and then handed it to Niao Niao's mouth. With the other hand, he gently patted her back.

After drinking tea, Niao Niao felt that he was alive. His eyes were filled with choked physiological tears.

He naturally picked up Li Lianhua's sleeve to wipe his tears, and then said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"It doesn't matter." The abbot looked at the two of them, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He left the abbot's Zen room and met up with Di Feisheng who had finished his investigation.

His curled eyes were still a little red, and he looked like he had been wronged. "Who bullied you?" Di Feisheng glanced at her and said awkwardly, "Do you need me to help you kill him?" Pointing at Li Lianhua, Di Feisheng was very serious.

【Um? What does it have to do with Li Lianhua? How did it rise to the level of life? Before, your heart and eyes were full of him! Knew it! A man's heart is like a needle in the sea! I just choked on the meat, which is really embarrassing for a foodie! 】

Hahahaha, looking at the gray sky and saying: "This day is really nice, isn't it?"

Di Fei, who was scolded for no reason, glanced at him and her silently to confirm that she was fine, and automatically ignored the voice in his ear.

"How was the investigation?" After watching the excitement, Li Lianhua asked about business.

With his hands behind his back, Di Feisheng turned to Li Lianhua. "In the past ten years in Pudu Temple, there has been no trace of the lion soul coming. Qiao Wanchan is the only clue. If you don't go, I will."

【That pretty lady! 】

"I'll go too." Niao Niao grabbed Di Feisheng's knife, turned around and waved to Li Lianhua in a goodbye gesture.

Li Lianhua stretched out her hand to hold her curled collar, and she suddenly felt a pain in her neck. Unable to control his strength, he picked up the knife in his hand.

Di Fei turned around, his face under the mask a little gloomy. Niao Niao let go of her hand apologetically and turned to get angry at Li Lianhua. "Don't grab me by the collar again."

Li Lianhua knew she was in the wrong, touched the tip of her nose, lowered her head and assured: "Okay."

Baichuanyuan

Just when the three of them couldn't get in because of the invitation, Fang Duobing came over happily. "Niao Niao, Li Lianhua, why are you here?"

Li Lianhua pointed to Di Feisheng next to her and explained: "This is a sword appreciation convention. Ah Fei wants to come and see the excitement."

After hearing the explanation, Fang Duobing's smiling face collapsed as he faced Di Feisheng. He turned to face the guard at the door and smiled again. "These two are my friends. The one next to me is a handyman. I will be their recommender."

After saying that, he put his arm around Li Lianhua's shoulders and the two brothers walked in.

[Good guy, young man, are you learning how to change faces? This gives you a double standard. 】

The rest of them looked at Di Feisheng sympathetically and pulled his sleeves to follow. Fang Duobing took Li Lianhua into a room, and Niao Niao and Di Feisheng were waiting outside for them to come out.

"Don't tell me, you and my master Li Xiangyi..."

"He's not." Di Fei walked into the room, interrupting Fang Duobing.

[We were listening in the corner, why did you come out? 】

Di Feisheng had already gone in, so Niao Niao had no choice but to follow.

What came into view was a portrait of a young man. He was wearing a white coat with a red collar, his long hair tied high with a red ribbon, and he was holding a long sword in his hand.

The whole person is dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse, and he is in high spirits. He has a graceful figure, and although he is just a figure from behind, he gives off an indescribable youthful air.

"It's not what?" He was already displeased by Di Fei's voice, but now that he was contradicting him, Fang Duobing stepped forward to argue with him.

Di Feisheng glanced at Li Lianhua and said softly: "Li Xiangyi lost the battle in the East China Sea." Although he was poisoned, he could still win if he was not poisoned.

Fang Duobing heard that someone was slandering his idol in front of him. This is bearable.

It's looking like another war of the century. Niao stood between the two of them and said comfortingly: "We didn't even see the war back then. Listen, it's starting."

The bell rang, and Niao Niao stood between the two of them and pointed outside.

There were already many people in the courtyard when they arrived. After finding a good viewing seat, Li Lianhua reached out and skillfully took out a candy from her arms and peeled it open for her.

"Li Lianhua, you are partial again! Didn't you say there was only one left!"

"Shh, listen carefully." Li Lianhua raised her hand and made a silent gesture. Someone was already speaking on the stage, so Fang Duobing had no choice but to turn his attention to the stage.

"Young Master has been in silence for ten years. He can be found and reappear in the world. It all depends on the help of friends in the world. What's more fortunate is that two old friends are working hard."

"It turns out that it was the Young Master Sword that Miss Qiao and Daxia Xiao found." Fang Duobing looked at the people on the stage with fascination in his eyes. They are all famous figures in the world, and one day, he will also be famous all over the world.

The people on the stage were still saying something, but Niao Niao didn't pay attention. She looked at Li Lianhua, Li Lianhua looked at Xiao Zijin, and Xiao Zijin looked at Qiao Wanyuan.

[Is it a love triangle? Looking at Qiao Wanyuan's expression, she seemed to feel a little more guilty. The original Li Lianhua was too outstanding, like the blazing sun. At first glance, Qiao Wanan hoped that her lover would only see her, which was something Li Xiangyi could not give her back then. What a shame. 】

Li Lianhua looked at Qiao Wanyuan, and their past played out bit by bit in her mind. He never thought that there would be these problems between them.

Maybe he was a fan of the authorities, so Niao Niao's words made him understand. Back then, he was indeed not the person who could give Qiao Wanba happiness. Now, by her side, there is someone who is devoted to her wholeheartedly.

The sun above his head shone on Li Lianhua's face, and he looked at the figure nestling on the stage. I feel a little relieved, as long as A's baby is happy.

Now, he has something else to protect. He turned his head to look at Nia Niao, who was looking intently, and suddenly felt very lucky to have her in his life.

The red silk satin was lifted, and the young master's sword shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Look, it's really the Young Master's Sword. Back then, Li Xiangyi became famous in the world with his self-made Xiangyi Taijian." Fang Duobing was as excited as everyone else. He patted Li Lianhua and asked him to look up to the stage. "I heard that in order to make Miss Bo Qiao smile, he tied a piece of red silk on the hilt of his sword and practiced a set of Thirty-six Swordsmanship on the laughing roof of Jiangshan in Yangzhou. It attracted thousands of people."

【Is it so flamboyant? He is indeed a frivolous young man! 】

At the time, Li Lianhua would not have thought that ten years later, there would be such a social death. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, really wanting to find a crack in the ground. "I was just young and ignorant back then."

Di Feisheng tilted his head in agreement. "Yeah, it's too exaggerated."

Fang Duobing looked at the three people dissatisfied, what do they know!

I heard that if you win the first prize, you can try out as a junior teacher. Fang Duobing came on stage full of ambition.

Li Lianhua didn't care about the stage and took a step back. "I've never asked you, what's the name of the knife on your back?"

"Knife."