Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

In the middle of the night, Wang Ding suddenly opened his eyes, just in time to see a black shadow flashing past the window.

The third wave... the third wave!Do you want someone to sleep?

In Bian Jiangling's words, if you have the ability to come out and fight, what's the matter with stealthily peeping? !

Su Yuqing next door and Bian Jiangling downstairs must have both woken up too, but neither of them made a sound, apparently staying still and wanting to see what the other party was up to.

In fact, among the three groups of people who came, he knew that the second group was Nie Haoyang's secret guard. This secret guard was very skilled in martial arts and followed them all the time. He was already familiar with his stalking, and he believed that Bian Jiangling was the same.

Although he didn't quite agree with Nie Haoyang's way of sending hidden guards to follow him, he believed that the leader would not harm them.

He didn't know who sent the other two groups of people. Those people first wandered outside the plum garden, and then entered the yard. They must have come to monitor them.

These people have high lightness skills and quick movements. They just monitor and do nothing else.

The martial arts conference this time was really not peaceful. They were poisoned and monitored on the first day they came, and there was still half a month to go, so I don't know what kind of moths would come out.

Did the man in black take the opportunity to enter Mount Emei, and now he is among the guests?

What exactly does he want to do?

Did Mrs. Nian Ci, who arranged for them to live here, know about all this?

The water. Very. Deep. Where...

Wang Ding touched the "needle will kill you" next to the pillow, he doesn't care who is watching him, if he dares to enter the room, he will kill everyone he sees.

Fortunately, there was no fourth wave of voyeurs, and it finally subsided in the middle of the night, and Wang Ding fell asleep with his hidden weapon in his arms.

After drinking, I always slept very well. I didn’t even have a dream that night. When Wang Ding woke up, it was already high in the sun, the birds in the yard were chirping, and the sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the windows. See the dust flying in the air, up and down, ethereal.

How good would it be if everything was as peaceful as it is now?

Before he could sigh for a while, he remembered the knock on the door, with that familiar force, he didn't need to guess who it was.

"Old Wang, wake up, breakfast is already hot!"

"coming."

Wang Ding put on his coat and opened the door to let Bian Jiangling in.

After Bian Jiangling entered the door, he lowered his voice and said, "Last night, I came on stage after you sang, it was quite lively."

Wang Ding made a gesture of three, "At least this number."

"That's right." Bian Jiangling opened the window and looked around, then walked back, "One is a shadow."

"Speaking of which." Wang Ding tidied up his clothes, "Why did the leader keep an eye on me? Before I went down the mountain with Hallmaster Jin, he sent a shadow to follow."

Bian Jiangling: "I don't know."

"Did he let the shadow follow you when you went down the mountain to do errands?"

Bian Jiangling pondered, "No."

"Why is that?"

Bian Jiangling spread his hands, "Don't guess what the leader is thinking, you won't understand even after guessing."

Wang Ding: "..."

I almost sang along. In fact, Lao Bian also wore it, and it was first worn in the 90s.

While the two were talking, there was another knock on Wang Ding's door.

The movements are gentle and gentle, not in a hurry.

"The door is unlocked, please come in." Wang Ding could probably guess who it was.

The door of the room was pushed open, and Meng Yanzhi walked in with a radiant face full of energy. He didn't look hungover at all. He changed into new clothes, and even the folding fan in his hand was replaced with a new one.

"Brother Wang, Brother Bian, good morning." The well-dressed Meng Yanzhi snapped open his folding fan, and wrote four large characters - never give up.

Wang Ding: "...good morning"

Sao Nian, I already feel your determination.

Bian Jiangling couldn't believe Meng Yanzhi's resurrection, "Mr. Meng, you don't look like you were drunk yesterday."

"In order to prevent me from getting drunk, my father specially asked me to take a pill for drinking. If I take one pill after getting drunk, I won't have any hangover feeling the next day." Meng Yanzhi slowly shook his fan, "If you don't dislike it I still have a bottle here, I will give it to Brother Wang and Brother Bian in case of emergency.”

Bian Jiangling smiled and said, "I don't need it, I'll be fine if I drink five catties, just sleep on it, give Lao Wang a bottle, he can't drink."

Wang Ding cupped his hands, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, thank you Brother Meng."

Everyone knows that the Kunlun School is good at making poisons and medicines, and Meng Shanchuan is a top expert. The hangover pills he made must be good things.

Meng Yanzhi took out a small blue and white porcelain bottle from his waist, "Brother Wang, just take one pill after drinking."

Wang Ding took it and put it in his belt, "Brother Meng, have you had breakfast yet, shall we come together?"

Meng Yanzhi: "I just woke up and wanted to come over and have a look, but I haven't eaten breakfast."

"Then let's go." Bian Jiangling urged, "If the ink remains, the kitchen will be hot for the second time."

Wang Ding asked, "Why don't you eat first?"

Bian Jiangling cried, "I don't know what the rules are in their kitchen. They say that the guests want to have breakfast together, and they would rather carry it over and over again than let people eat first."

"...Then President Su hasn't eaten yet?"

Bian Jiangling nodded, "Isn't that so, but he's not in a hurry. After practicing in the yard for a while, he sat down to drink tea and read a book."

Wang Ding: "..."