Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Wang Ding's move made Bian Jiangling puzzled, didn't he just agree to do it or not?

Why are you leaving again?

But right now it was indeed they who interrupted his lunch, and he couldn't refute his good friend's request to leave, so he smiled at Wu Binglian with a stiff face, and prepared to retreat with Wang Ding.

Wu Binglian moved her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Wang Ding turned around and said silently in his heart: one, two...

"You two young masters, please stay." Before counting to three, Meng Yanzhi spoke up.

Wang Ding blinked at Bian Jiangling, with a smug smile on his face—see, he will keep us.

Bian Jiangling: "..." This kid really has a lot of eyes.

Wang Ding turned around and asked politely, "Master Meng, what advice do you have?"

Meng Yanzhi closed his fan, got up and pointed to the chair beside the table, politely, "It's better to invite each other than to meet by chance, meeting is fate, if the left and right protectors don't dislike it, how about having a meal with us?"

"This...isn't that good?" Wang Ding looked at Wu Binglian.

"What Mr. Meng said is very true. We are all friends. Why bother to be polite? Let's have lunch together." Wu Binglian smiled, her eyes were crescent like crescent moons, quite touching, she looked youthful and lovely, no wonder Lao Bian was so fall in love with her.

It's a pity that this is a tragic story of a goddess and a spare tire.

Wang Ding cupped his hands, "Then we won't be polite."

Bian Jiangling breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Wu Binglian, Wu Binglian smiled at him again, Bian Jiangling's face turned red instantly.

Wang Ding complained in his heart, this good-for-nothing, his face turns red when he sees the old girl.

The table in the private room was the Eight Immortals table, Wu Binglian and Meng Yanzhi sat facing each other, and Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling sat in the other two positions.

This place is the site of the Emei Sect. Wu Binglian, a disciple of the Emei Sect, served as the host and introduced some of the signature dishes of Yingkeju to them.

"The signature dishes of this restaurant are spicy diced rabbit and spicy fish, but light dishes like boiled cabbage are also delicious."

Wow... Hot bunny, spicy fish, the saliva in the mouth is secreting non-stop.

Wang Ding pretended to be calm: "Then order it and try it? I wonder if Mr. Meng can get used to spicy food?"

Meng Yanzhi looked at him with a smile: "People in the Western Regions also like spicy food, I like it very much."

Wang Ding also looked at him: "It's so good."

Meng Yanzhi: "It's really a fate."

Wang Ding: "Exactly."

After going back and forth, Wang Ding confirmed that the man in front of him was his kind. No wonder Wu Binglian was polite and full of distance no matter how enthusiastic she was on the street. self-taught.

Bian Jiangling was a little puzzled, was he dazzled, why did he feel that his good brother and this young man suddenly became familiar?

Wu Binglian saw that the two of them had a tacit question and answer, and felt a little strange.

Obviously she is the only girl here, she is the focus, she should enjoy the treatment of the stars, why did Mr. Meng have a good chat with the two beautiful men Zuo Hufa, and put her aside.

She felt very uncomfortable.

A few people called Xiaoer to order food, Bian Jiangling thoughtfully washed the bowls and chopsticks with tea, poured tea for Wu Binglian first, and then added tea to the others one by one.

Meng Yanzhi praised: "Brother Bian is so considerate, it will be a great blessing for any woman to marry Brother Bian in the future."

As he spoke, he smiled and glanced at Wu Binglian.

Wang Ding immediately followed up to build momentum: "I'm not bragging. There are not many men in this world who are as gentle and considerate as my brother. Although he looks rough, his heart is very delicate. If you are the kind of person who only looks at the appearance, you will miss it." Really good man."

He also gave Wu Binglian a deep look.

Wu Binglian could only smile awkwardly now, and echoed, "Yes."

"Don't talk about it, it makes me feel embarrassed." Bian Jiangling is not a fool, he came to think about it, he vaguely felt that Mr. Meng didn't seem to be interested in Lianmei?

Once he confirmed that the other party was not a rival in love, he let go of his guard, his expression relaxed, and he began to talk and laugh.

The four seem to be harmonious on the surface, but in fact, the central characters have always been Meng Yanzhi and Wang Ding. From the customs to the food and wine, the two have a great intention to meet each other, and many things they say are somewhat interjected He didn't talk much, so he could only smile and pretend to understand. Bian Jiangling didn't talk much. He could eat three bowls of rice just by looking at Wu Binglian, and he rarely talked.

During the conversation, the dishes were served one after another. The red rabbit meat in the hot rabbit diced was hidden in the green and red peppers, exuding a spicy and burnt aroma. Stir-fried bacon, a dish of boiled cabbage and a dish of stir-fried vegetables, with a combination of meat and vegetables, if you get tired of heavy flavors, you can change your taste with vegetarian dishes.

As the host, Wu Binglian toasted the three guests who came from afar.

The green bamboo leaves in the cup are full of fragrance, just like this place, fresh and beautiful.

Four people toasted, the three men were bored, and the girl was free.

Wine has the function of heating up the atmosphere. After drinking a few rounds, the shy Bian Jiangling also opened up the chatterbox—of course, he mainly chatted with Wu Binglian.

While dealing with Bian Jiangling, Wu Binglian paid close attention to the other two men.

Meng Yanzhi and Wang Ding ignored Wu Binglian's eyes in a tacit understanding, drinking and chatting on their own.

While chatting, Wang Ding asked Meng Yanzhi, "Mr. Meng came to Emei this time to participate in the martial arts conference?"

He emphasized the word "martial arts conference" and believed that the smart Mr. Meng should understand what he meant. He wanted to probe his thoughts and see if he knew the real intention of this martial arts conference.

Master Nian Ci sent Wu Binglian to accompany Meng Yan down the mountain, so it can be seen that Mr. Meng is also one of the high-ranking "good son-in-law" candidates in her mind.

It's no wonder that Meng Yanzhi's father, Meng Shanchuan, is not only excellent in martial arts, but also excellent in using poison. Although the Kunlun faction has lived in the Western Regions for a long time and has not participated in the incidents in the Central Plains, it is also a force that should not be underestimated.

If Nie Haoyang and Su Yuqing were the best candidates, Meng Yanzhi could be considered a leader in the second echelon.

If neither the leader nor the leader is interested in the son-in-law of the Emei faction—all Shaolin monks are not allowed to marry, leaving Wudang and Kunlun as the best marriage partners.

Master Nian Citai has a deep routine.

"Brother Wang, this is very delicious, try it." Meng Yanzhi unconsciously changed his name, picked up a piece of rabbit diced and put it on Wang Ding's plate, and said with a smile, "My father asked me to go to the Central Plains to see the world. Let's compete and discuss martial arts with all the masters, and learn about martial arts."

"Thank you, Mr. Meng." Wang Ding suppressed a smile, "I see."

Sure enough, Meng Yanzhi was not interested in the martial arts blind date, nor did he plan to participate.

The Kunlun faction would not be ignorant of the purpose of this martial arts conference. As the four major sects in the Jianghu, several leaders have private correspondence.

Thinking that two of the four great son-in-laws had been ruled out, he felt a burst of refreshment. He liked to watch big plays the most.

Look at Wu Binglian again, although she still maintains a smile, the stiff corners of her mouth betray her.

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