The system has to be used even if it is pulled

Although Zhao Yuanlang is a killer, for some reason, when he saw the girl in front of him, he could calm down. It was a bit strange. Zhao Yuanlang squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl turned to look at the sword master, who looked helpless and dusty, and trotted over to help him up.

"It's girl Ren. Nothing much to say. I've been bored lately, so I thought of a new trick and practiced my swordsmanship." The Sword Master laughed helplessly.

"So the girl is Qing Xuan, the director of the Fourth Palace of Shura Palace. It's true what people say in the martial arts world. She is one of the two most beautiful women in the martial arts world. It's true! I am Huang Luo. I am honored to meet you."

Ren Qingxuan looked at the hand that Zhao Yuanlang extended to her, just smiled, and silently turned around and went to the back garden.

"Don't worry about it, kid. Girl Ren is only interested in flowers. If you want to get to know her and win her smile, I can plant you in the ground. Next year you will sprout and bloom into beautiful flowers. Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the Sword Saint's smug and mocking face and really wanted to punch him.

"Sure enough, even beautiful flowers will wither."

Zhao Yuanlang stood at the gate of the back garden, looking at Ren Qingxuan among the flowers, and slowly buried a dried flower in the soil.

"Girl, don't be sad. Although the flowers have withered, they will bloom again. The difference between flower art and other arts is that flowers have life. The beauty of life does not lie in the presentation of results, but in the experience of the process."

Ren Qingxuan's originally indifferent eyes slowly watched as Zhao Yuanlang used his internal force to make a flower bloom, then made it wither, and then made it bloom again.

"In fact, growing flowers is not about other things. Although soil, water and sunlight are important, I think only when you use your heart can you see the most beautiful flowers. The way of flower arrangement can be summed up in one word: heart."

"It turns out that you are also a flower lover. After listening to your opinion just now, Qingxuan deeply agrees with you and wants to make your acquaintance. I hope you will not give up."

"My shallow knowledge of flower cultivation is probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of the girl. It is my honor to meet you."

The Sword Master looked at Zhao Yuanlang and said, "Oh my god, this guy is really good. He's hooked up with her!" I can't let this bastard get so comfortable. The Sword Master glanced at the Fire Phoenix beside him and thought of a plan. It's your turn to suffer a setback.

"It turns out that you have such a deep understanding of flowers. I have been raising flowers for many years. Why don't you help me take a look at this fire phoenix?"

Damn old bastard, he wants to embarrass me? No way. Zhao Yuanlang looked at Ren Qingxuan's hopeful eyes, slowly walked to the front of the Fire Phoenix, bent down, dug the soil in the ground, and then turned over a few leaves.

"Boy, how about my flower? Although I have raised it for such a long time, it blooms only very rarely. Can you find out the reason?"

Humph! You old bastard, you want to embarrass me. Zhao Yuanlang turned around and looked at Ren Qingxuan: "Sword Saint Senior's Fire Phoenix is ​​indeed a rare flower of the ages. It has survived for more than 20 years, but it has only bloomed a few times. You have to ask Sword Saint Senior about this."

"Huh? What does it have to do with me?" The Sword Master looked confused.

"Senior Sword Saint, you think too simply. Although this flower is rare, it is a species of rose."

"What?" Ren Qingxuan and Sword Saint looked incredulous when they heard Zhao Yuanlang say that this was a rose.

"Okay, I'm not kidding. This flower was bred with 'Ellie' as the female parent and 'Pullman Orient Express' as the male parent. As for these two flowers being Western flowers, we don't have them here."

"Young Master is really well-informed. I didn't expect that he even knew the true origin of the Fire Phoenix. Qingxuan admires him!"

Ren Qingxuan's sweet smile made Zhao Yuanlang feel like he was about to suffocate, but there was someone who ruined the mood.

"Boy, after all that nonsense, what's going on with my Fire Phoenix?"

"The Fire Phoenix is ​​a strong sun-loving tree species that likes light, water and fertilizer, is cold-resistant, and likes dry and cold climates. It likes sandy, air-permeable soil. It is best to choose a flat, loose, fertile, and well-drained plot for planting. I have observed that the environment around Senior Sword Saint meets all the requirements, except for one thing: water!"

"Nonsense, I water it carefully every day!"

Zhao Yuanlang picked up some soil from the roots of the Fire Phoenix and laughed, "Watering seriously? I don't know if you are watering the flowers or trying to drown them. Look at how much moisture there is. The surface of the soil is not white but there is no water accumulation. Keeping it moist will allow it to grow better. When autumn comes and the leaves change color and stay dry, it will be fine. Senior Sword Saint, you are really only suitable for wielding swords and guns!"

The Sword Master was unable to refute this, and Zhao Yuanlang fully enjoyed Ren Qingxuan's admiring gaze.

"Senior, you disappoint me so much. You promised me that you would take good care of the Fire Phoenix." Ren Qingxuan said angrily.

The Sword Master was very embarrassed. He touched his beard and left the back garden awkwardly.

"After meeting you today, Qingxuan finally realized that there are always people better than you. Please accept my greetings."

Zhao Yuanlang looked at Ren Qingxuan who was about to salute and hurriedly grabbed her arm. Perhaps Zhao Yuanlang did it intentionally or unintentionally, but he actually brought Ren Qingxuan to his front.

The two of them were facing each other, and Zhao Yuanlang looked at Ren Qingxuan's pure and flawless eyes and actually felt a little lost.

"Cough cough!"

Looking at the old man's teasing expression, Ren Qingxuan was like a frightened deer and immediately distanced herself from Zhao Yuanlang.

"Well, you two can come to my bamboo hut and slowly sip tea and discuss the Flower Sutra together."

"Girl please."

"Master, please."

.......

Happy times are always short-lived. After all, Ren Qingxuan was the fourth palace master of Shura Palace, and he said goodbye and went back after a few days.

The relationship between Zhao Yuanlang and Ren Qingxuan progressed surprisingly fast. Dongfang Weiming? Deep affection is not as good as long-term companionship. He and Ren Qingxuan only met once, so where did the affection come from? However, Zhao Yuanlang's martial arts knowledge and experience in the past few days did make Ren Qingxuan's heart rise in favor. The only thing left for the two sides to break through was the window paper.

Zhao Yuanlang looked at Ren Qingxuan's back and finally couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Qingxuan, I will go to Shura Palace to find you!"

Ren Qingxuan, who was walking on the road, paused. "Come to see me?" What does that mean? The young master likes me too. Do you want to come to my house to propose marriage? How embarrassing! Then she sped up her movements and disappeared from the sight of the Sword Saint and Zhao Yuanlang.

The Sword Master looked at Zhao Yuanlang and shook his head: "We should both feel the same sadness after our separation, but the most unbearable thing is the resentment under the bright moon."

"Bah! What nonsense are you talking about, old man! It's really inappropriate! Forget it, I'm leaving too!"

"You're finally leaving, you bastard!"

"The Southern Ghost Emperor, listen to my orders. This is the will of the Great Emperor Dongyue... Also, your son Fu Jianhan is very famous in the martial arts world. You can go and take a look at him secretly if you have nothing to do." When Zhao Yuanlang finished saying this, he disappeared.

"Underworld? What exactly are you going to do? Jianhan, forgive dad and wait for me to finish this thing." The Sword Saint tightened the sword behind him, closed his courtyard door, and disappeared on the spot.