Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Wang Ding followed the direction of Bian Jiangling's gaze, and saw a man and a woman walking from a distance at a glance.

The man is about twenty years old, dressed in white, holding a fan in his left hand, with his right hand behind his back, slender, handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and very handsome; the woman is about [-] or [-] years old , wearing a goose yellow dress, taking advantage of her fair skin as snow, she has beautiful black hair, and there is no extra jewelry on her bun, only the goose yellow ribbon of the same style as the dress is tied with a bow , simple and lively.

Overall, they are a handsome couple.The two were walking down the street talking and laughing, and the smile on the girl's face seemed to be shining brightly.

Looking at Bian Jiangling's weeping eyes, he could guess with his toes that this delicate and bright girl is the "Lianmei" he thinks about day and night, but Lianmei is happily shopping with another man.

Wang Ding covered his eyes, what a horrible Baixue scene...

There were a lot of people on the street, Wu Binglian chatted with the young master and didn't notice them in the bustling crowd ahead, they walked straight into the "Welcome House".

Bian Jiangling's complexion at this moment can be said to be uglier than going to the grave. It seems that even his steps have become heavy, and his speed has slowed down significantly.

Then he turned around abruptly, "Let's eat at another restaurant."

"What's the matter? Are you going to admit defeat?" Wang Ding felt sorry for him, but he didn't want him to be bullied like this.He wanted Bian Jiangling to give up that green tea, but it was definitely not in such a useless situation.

Bian Jiangling turned his head and said in surprise, "How do you know it's..."

"Look at your disillusioned look now." Wang Ding complained ruthlessly, "Isn't it just seeing your sister Lian shopping with people? What does this mean?"

He had looked carefully just now, and Wu Binglian's demeanor should be more intimate, and the hand that the young master and Wu Binglian approached had been kept behind his back, keeping a distance from her, quite polite, and felt that this young master might not be right. Wu Binglian has an idea.

"That doesn't mean anything?" Bian Jiangling said in a low voice, "If the lonely men and widows don't have mutual interest, why bother to go shopping together?"

"You can't say that." Wang Ding glanced at him, "I like men, but I also go shopping with you, does that mean I am interested in you?"

In fact, this is simply Wang Ding's random nonsense, in order to keep Bian Jiangling from losing his fighting spirit.

"This..." Bian Jiangling tilted his head and thought for a while, but was actually persuaded by Wang Ding's nonsense, "It seems to make sense."

"Let's go, let's go eat." Wang Ding stroked his hair, "Why do you avoid them? You are the right protector of the Demon Sect, don't be cowardly, just do it."

Bian Jiangling was amused by Wang Ding, and his heart sank, "Okay."

"That's right."

He would like to see how that woman will perform in a while.

The guest house is divided into upper and lower floors. The downstairs lobby is a place for eating and drinking tea. There are more than ten Eight Immortals tables inside, and there is a small table in front for storytelling and singing; Private rooms are naturally more expensive.

It was meal time, and there were almost no empty seats in the room. Wang Ding glanced at the lobby, but he didn't see Wu Binglian and the man. He must have gone to the private room upstairs.

"You two guests, are you dining in the lobby or in the private room?" The waiter greeted the two of them with extraordinary manners and quickly greeted them warmly.

Wang Ding: "Elegant room."

"Okay, this way please."

Following Xiao Er's guidance, the two walked from the wooden ladder in the lobby to the second floor.

The second floor is said to be a private room, but in fact it is just a small room separated by bamboo curtains. You can hear the conversation in the next room, and you can get a glimpse of some scenes through the gaps in the curtains. There is almost no privacy - but this is exactly what Wang Ding wanted In this way, the location of Wu Binglian and that man can be quickly found.

It was also a coincidence that the two were in the second private room in the corridor.

Bian Jiangling obviously saw it too, his lowered hand clenched into a fist, trying his best to restrain his emotions.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wang Ding suddenly pushed Bian Jiangling. Unprepared, he staggered and rushed into Wu Binglian's private room.

Only a pleasant female voice was heard saying in surprise: "Master Bian, Mr. Bian?"

Instead of calling him Bian Lang as in the letter, he changed his name to Mr. Bian.

What an adaptable white lotus.

"Ms. Lian, what a coincidence." Bian Jiangling stuttered as soon as he saw her, thinking that calling Lianmei a little contemptuous, he changed his words accordingly.

Wang Ding felt that it was time for him to appear on stage, so he lifted the curtain and hurriedly apologized, "Brother Bian, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."

Bian Jiangling glared at him, and signaled, "You did it on purpose!"

Wang Ding looked at Wu Binglian and the man again, cold and polite: "Sorry to bother you, I was reckless."

Wu Binglian only saw a tall figure walking in, and when she saw him greet him, she took a closer look, and was a little stunned for a while——this person is really good-looking, personable, fair-skinned and handsome, with a cool temperament, just like the one in the painting. Fairy-like characters.

"Young Master Bian, who is this Young Master?" Wu Binglian quickly restrained her emotions and returned to her previous lively and straightforward appearance.

"This is the left protector of our demon sect, Wang Ding." After all, Bian Jiangling was also an old Jianghu, so he quickly calmed down and introduced, "Old Wang, this is Miss Wu, the young apprentice of Master Nianci of the Emei School. "

Wang Ding nodded slightly to Wu Binglian, "Miss Wu, I'm sorry."

"It turned out to be the famous left protector, I have admired it for a long time." Wu Binglian's face was rosy, thinking that there are rumors in the world that the right protector of the demon sect is ugly and neither male nor female. Alright, how many beautiful ones are there in this world?

"This is...?" Wang Ding turned his gaze to the sitting young master.

Wu Binglian hurriedly introduced, "This is Mr. Meng, the beloved son of the head of the Kunlun School. Mr. Meng has lived in the Western Regions for a long time and rarely comes to the Central Plains. I was ordered by my teacher to take Mr. Meng down the mountain for a stroll."

——The implication is that this is the teacher's order, and I didn't make an appointment privately. I'm still an innocent and good girl.

Sure enough, after hearing what she said, Bian Jiangling's complexion improved a lot.

Mr. Meng, dressed in white, got up, showed a gentle smile, and saluted with fists together: "Meng Yanzhi, I have heard for a long time that the demon sect has left and right Dharma protectors. This time, I am lucky to meet you."

Wang Ding also cupped his fists, "Mr. Meng is serious."

He and Meng Yanzhi looked at each other, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly smelled the same kind of breath. The man opposite had the same tacit understanding in his eyes.

He was almost sure that this Mr. Meng, like him, was a pure, natural gay.

Unlike the leader, Mengzhu, who is not yet determined, Meng Yanzhi is like him, since he was sensible, he knew that he would never like the type of girl.

Wang Ding was a little moved. In this kind of book world, he can still meet the same kind. It feels good that he is not alone.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at Mr. Meng. Although the two didn't say a word, they kept everything in silence.

Bian Jiangling regarded Meng Yanzhi as a rival in love, so his attitude was naturally lukewarm, he just greeted and nodded.

"Since that's the case, we won't bother you two for dinner." Wang Ding said suddenly, pulling Bian Jiangling up to go out.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

A cute host: Author, tell me, when will I come out?

Author: Hurry up, don't you want to eat melons and watch the scene where the "rivals in love" meet?

A cute host: None of my business?

Author: Hee hee, I can’t say for sure~

A certain cute master: ... Let me out!

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Lord Mengzhu is really coming out soon, don’t worry everyone ^_^