Traveling through memoirs

But at this moment, Ying Shishi got closer, and felt that Qing Luo's appearance was too gorgeous, and for a while, she couldn't help but wipe her face with her hands.

"What's wrong?" Ying Eleven didn't move for a while, Qing Luo raised her eyelids and half-opened her eyes, facing Shang Ying Eleven's eyes: "The handkerchief is cold..."

As Qing Luo spoke, she moved her body to a more comfortable position and waited for Ying Eleven to serve her. The neckline of her jacket was stretched a little wider with Qing Luo's movements, and her firm chest could be vaguely seen.

Looking at Qing Luo's masculine chest muscles, Ying Shiyi felt no pressure at all, and directly heated up the handkerchief inside and began to wipe Qing Luo's face.

Ying Eleven waited for Qing Luo to wash and eat, and then 'brought' Qing Luo to the martial arts arena.

What is Ying Eleven's 'bringing' Qing Luo?

Cough, following the principle of making the best use of people, Qing Luo asked Ying Shishi to carry her to the martial arts arena.As for Qing Luo herself, she concentrated on running Xiao Zhou Tianlai.

When they arrived at the martial arts arena, Qing Luo also completed a small Zhou Tian, ​​and opened his eyes after finishing his work, just in time to meet faces with different expressions.

Indeed, Qing Luo's way of appearing on the stage is so different that people have to pay attention to it.

However, Qing Luo was very at ease, lazily hooking Ying Shiyi's neck, and directed him to find a cool open space, and asked Ying Eleven to clean it up and put on the cushions that he carried with him.Qing Luo just lifted the hem of her clothes, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and continued to exercise.

According to what Ying Shiyi said, it was Maoshi who gathered at the Martial Arts Field.There is still about a quarter of an hour before the time is up, and Qing Luo can still circulate her true energy for a small circle.

When practicing, I naturally felt that the time passed quickly, and soon it became the stipulated meeting time.

"Assemble." The man's voice was deep and deep, but the volume was not loud, but it seemed to be ringing in his ears.Just when Qing Luo finished his exercise, he stopped his work and looked up to the middle of the martial arts arena, where a middle-aged man in gray clothes was standing in the middle of the arena.

Qing Luo stood up and walked towards the man in gray without haste.Ying Eleven picked up the cushion that Qing Luo was sitting on, and followed closely.

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the martial arts arena surrounded the man in gray.

The man in gray only glanced around casually, and then he was sure that everyone was here, and said, "I am the shadow of the pavilion master of the 'Shadow Guard Pavilion'—the instructor of your training at this stage."

'Shadow' is the same code name as 'Shadow Eleven'. The previous masters of 'Shadow Guard Pavilion' are all called 'Ying', and the shadow guards are ranked according to age, ranging from 'Ying One' to 'Shadow Dozens' .

"The training at this stage has a total of 30 days, and I will practice ten sets of exercises. That is to say, every three days, I will practice a set of martial arts here at this time. It may be swordsmanship, it may be saber technique, or it may be It is Shenfa boxing. They have different degrees of difficulty, and their power is also very different. However, I will not tell you what I am going to practice, and you are not qualified to ask questions. The ten sets of exercises I practiced, you guys Whether you want to learn it, how much you want to learn, and what you want to learn is up to you to choose. After 30 days, the same here, there can be up to five people left.” Speaking of this, Ying paused: “If there are more than five One, and I'll take care of the rest with my own hands."

"During these 30 days, your range of activities..." Ying stepped on the gravel ground under his feet, and because of the strength he used, a wave of dust was stirred up: "...The Martial Arts Field has a radius of ten miles. Food, water, and yourself Think of ways to."

[Purple Smoke Valley] Although it is called [Valley], in fact [Purple Smoke Valley] is built on a flat mountain, but the flat mountain is surrounded by high and steep peaks, making it appear that [Purple Smoke Valley] is low-lying Short, just like a valley.

The Martial arts arena was not built in [Purple Smoke Valley], one is because there are too many people using the martial arts arena every day and it is too noisy; the other is because there is not so much open space in [Purple Smoke Valley], the hardware is no.

The Martial Arts Field where Qing Luo and the others are located is actually on a high mountain next to [Purple Mist Valley]. When the [Purple Mist Palace] was built, a lot of wood was felled on a relatively gentle place on this high mountain.

Later, when the martial arts arena was built, it was found that the terrain here was relatively flat and the space was relatively spacious, so I filled it with sand and built the martial arts arena, which was considered to be the best use of everything.

Therefore, not only is the area around the martial arts field not barren, but there are mountains and wild game, not to mention throwing Qing Luo and the others here for 30 days, even if they are thrown here for three years, they will not starve to death.The only danger to their group was each other.

Excluding the instructor, there are a total of 20 people in the martial arts arena, ten of them are shadow guards who are dressed exactly the same, and the remaining ten are candidates for the young master.

After getting the main information, Qing Luo no longer listened carefully to some detailed warnings and explanations.Qing Luo focused on two things, while listening to the instructor's other requirements, he began to look at his competitors.

Looking at the past now, there are only two or three candidates who are not too different from Qing Luo in height, and none of the rest is less than 1.9 meters.Therefore, it is basically impossible to judge who Qing Ke is from his height.

Qing Luo frowned, if the people in [Ziyan Palace] were not sure that he was Qing Ziyan's son, Qing Luo really wondered if he had been mistaken.After all, just looking at height and appearance, the gap is so large that it seems like a genetic mutation.

After the slander was over, Qing Luo narrowed her eyes and began to observe some small movements of these people:

Leaning forward, muscles tense... Tsk tsk, the desire to attack is too strong, and you should avoid the edge temporarily when you encounter it. '

"This... I can't feel his aura... the inner strength is deep..."

'Ahh~ soft persimmon, you can pinch this, if you encounter it, just solve it directly...'

……

After Qing Luo categorized these people, he memorized their looks one by one, and after making sure that none of them were missed, he turned his attention back to the instructor.

"Okay, now draw lots to decide your names." After the instructor finished speaking, he pulled the cloth bag hanging from his belt and opened a small mouth.

Can't laugh or cry -- these four words perfectly describe Qing Luo's mood at the moment.

Although she knew that Qing Ziyan didn't take their names seriously, she didn't expect to take them so seriously. It was a joke to decide their names by drawing lots.

Qing Luo was not in a hurry, and only after the others had finished drawing lots did Qing Luo reach into her pocket and take out the last ball of paper.

After the "Luo" unfolded the paper ball, a flowing Luo character appeared in front of my eyes.

'What a coincidence...'Qing Luo, it was his name in his previous life and his name in this life.

Although Qing Luo himself didn't mind the name very much, just changing the name might be a little troublesome for him. After all, it takes time to get used to a new name, so it's easy to save now.

After reading her own name, Qing Luo put the note in her arms and tiptoed to read other people's notes.

Although many people had already read their names and collected or threw away the note, there were still a few who only opened the note.Qing Luo wanted to try her luck and see if she could see Qing Ke's name.

'Huai'

'cold'

'sharp'

I managed to see three of them, and when I turned to look at the other one, they had already put away the note.

Qing Luo shrugged, "At least three of them have been ruled out..." Thinking this way, it's not a waste of time.

"What's your name?" The last person who wanted to see his name suddenly turned his head and met Shang Qing Luo's eyes.

"Qing Luo." Qing Luo replied calmly, with nothing to hide.

The man nodded, unfolded his note and showed it to Qing Luo: "Qing Ke."

"Damn it...is it such a coincidence..." With her mouth circled and her eyebrows flying, Qing Luo raised her head slightly and looked at the future villain Boss in front of her.

Qing Ke's height is obviously over 1.9 meters, but judging from Qing Ke's appearance, although he is handsome, he is already quite mature, at least he looks much bigger than Qing Luo herself.Can Qing Ke grow at this height?After all, the boss's height requirement is [-] meters!But if Qing Ke is not the boss, then who is the boss?

Qing Luo has already begun to suspect that there are some problems in this world due to the adverse effects brought about by her time travel.

"How old are you?"

Although it was a bit strange why Qing Luo asked this question, Qing Ke still answered honestly: "14 years old."

a bolt from the blue……

She is two years younger than Qing Luo!Don't say that after eight years it will grow to [-] meters, and the pressure will not be too great if it grows to [-] meters?

Although Qing Ke looks very mature, Qing Luo faintly felt that this Qing Ke seemed unexpectedly innocent...

'The villain boss that only the protagonist can overthrow is not so easy to die. It's not easy to kill the boss now, but it shouldn't be a problem to use the boss, right? '

Rao Qing Luo has already made up his mind, if he can use it, he must use Qing Ke, a 14-year-old boy, but Qing Luo doesn't underestimate Qing Ke too much, fearing that Qing Ke may seem innocent but actually is cunning.

Qing Luo didn't move closer to Qing Ke immediately, and Qing Luo showed a smile. Lying Silkworm softly arched her eyes and bent them into crescent moons. The sharpness between her brows and eyes melted into a gentle softness: "I'm 16 years old."

Before Qing Ke had time to say anything else, the instructor saw that everyone had read his name and said, "Okay, what I'm going to practice today is a set of sword skills..."

After hearing this, Qing Luo lost interest in listening.He didn't practice sword skills, and the wide open and close style of knife skills didn't suit him.Compared with fighting head-on, Qing Luo prefers to save time and effort to kill invisible, so he specializes in poison, and the weapon he uses is also a tricky whip.

But if he doesn't study, it won't delay his observation of others.

Knowing the enemy and knowing oneself, Qing Luo quickly memorized the people who were learning sword skills with Ying, and when they involuntarily followed the gestures, they also got a general idea of ​​their understanding and strength.

After observing for a while and basically knowing the characteristics of several people, Qing Luo stopped observing and got up to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at Qing Ke, but the earnestness of staring at the instructor could burn a hole out of him, but Qing Ke, who was so serious, didn't learn the sword technique from the instructor, but seemed to be looking through the knife. Fa is looking at something else.Qing Luo couldn't tell exactly what he was looking at, but Qing Luo could tell that Qing Ke wasn't learning sword skills.

Qing Luo, who thought Qing Ke was using a knife, was a little disappointed. When he was reading the book, he only paid attention to the main plot and characters, but didn't pay attention to what weapon the villain boss used.

The shadow guards will leave together after the shadow performance is over.

So, before going into the woods, Qing Luo asked Ying Shishi for a mat.

'Try to improve your living standard under limited conditions, otherwise, wouldn't you live your life in vain? That's what Qing Luo thought as he left with the cushion in his hand.