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Huo Zhenye, with Bai Zhun's favorite head on his head, sat in the courtyard and planted a money tree.

Pull out the tree trunk, wrap the branches with dark brown paper, Huo Zhenye pointed to Bai Zhun: "How about it? Not bad, right?"

Bai Zhun glanced at it and frowned: "Is this a cash cow? This is an old plum tree."

The branches are sparse and the trunks are slanted. If you put a few plum blossoms on it and place them by the white wall, it will be quite artistic, but this is a money tree that needs to be planted. Who wants you to have an artistic conception.

"Stand upside down with a broom and hang gold and silver ingots on it, that's a cash cow." Bai Zhun immediately criticized, "If you don't even know how to do this, you're too stupid."

Despising Huo Zhenye with his eyes is not a good material for making paper ties.

"Then don't plant a money tree." Huo Zhenye did it himself, coloring and painting flowers, and gave this bonsai to Bai Zhun.

Since it was a gift, it was necessary to paint peach blossoms, dyed layer by layer, from the peduncle to the petals, Huo Zhenye painted it very carefully.

Bai Zhun watched him draw flowers, and with a flick of his fingertips, Axiu brought the colored paper.

He used bamboo scissors to cut out the shape of the flower, and then slightly twisted the stem. The flower was held in his palm, and it was almost a real one, only a little bit of flower fragrance.

Bai Zhun folded one flower and threw one into the flower basket. After a while, the basket was full.

Huo Zhenye held the thin bamboo thread in his mouth, his hands were not idle, he turned his head and saw Bai Zhun stacked a basket of flowers: "My tree doesn't need so many flowers."

"Who said it was for you." This is for Han Zhu, Bai Zhun ordered the flower basket and said to Axiu, "Send it to Han Zhu."

Axiu was about to go out with a basket on her shoulders. When she reached the door, she stopped and covered the basket with a handkerchief.

Xiaoyan taught her the Yueling song, so it's wrong to have peach blossoms blooming at this time.

Bai Zhun glanced at A Xiu, thoughtful, but A Xiu didn't know it, and happily went to the small courtyard of Han's family with a flower basket.

"Who are these flowers for?"

As soon as Bai Zhun turned his face, he saw Huo Zhenye staring at him.

Paper flowers are also flowers, so you can’t send them casually!

"Give it to Han Zhu." Bai Zhun had been thinking about the Sanmen Doucai.

Sanye Han passed the three sects to his apprentices, not because the secret arts were passed on to males but not to females, but because the eight sects never had female masters.

He loves daughters like beads, but if he makes Han Zhu the head of the sect, he doesn't need anyone from the three sects to challenge Han Zhu, and the rest of the sects will not agree.

It turned out that Liu Daliu was still in the Sanmen, Sanye Han didn't plan to do so, now only Han Zhu was left alone, and it was even more difficult for an orphan girl to compete for the position of head of the sect.

"For Han Zhu? Is it related to Doucai?" Huo Zhenye was a little curious. Can a basket of paper flowers win the position of sect master for Han Zhu?

Bai Zhun didn't bother to explain: "You will know when the time comes."

On the day of Doucai, Bai Zhun got up early in the morning. He ate a bowl of porridge with fish slices and ordered Axiu to pack a bag of sunflower seeds for snacks.

Huo Zhenye just laughed: "Are you going to be a witness? Or to watch a play?"

Bai Zhun chewed an amber candy walnut, and said bluntly, "All of them."

The car also stopped at the entrance of the French bakery, and Huo Zhenye bought a freshly baked madeleine for Bai Zhun.

The meeting place was in the mansion of Mr. Hong in the suburbs. There were two stone lions in front of the door. It looked like the house of a wealthy family in the past.

Huo Zhenye stopped the car and pushed Bai Zhun in. When he encountered a step, he was about to reach out, but Bai Zhun used bamboo strips to make a grid, and the bamboo wheelchair was lifted lightly and skillfully, and passed the black-painted gate.

Huo Zhenye lowered his head and saw four small paper figures stuck under the bamboo wheelchair, they were the ones who brought Bai Zhun and the chair in.

Several sect masters had already arrived, and they were sitting in pear wood landscape and cloud pattern chairs in the main room, one of them stood up when he saw Bai Zhun: "Seventh Lord, it's rare to see you."

Bai Zhun ignored him, and went straight to his seat. The servants moved the chair away, and Fatty Hong immediately rushed out to greet him: "Qi Ye, Qi Shao, do you want to take a stroll in Yun Garden? Koi."

Bai Zhun closed his eyes, and Huo Zhenye was standing behind him in a long gown, with a bag full of butterscotch and fruit candies in his pocket, seeing how frequently Bai Zhun's fingers were tapping on the armrest.

Just put one in his hand.

Bai Zhun would feel better if he ate something sweet, but he was still sick, covering his nose with a silk handkerchief, thinking that everyone in the room stinks.

The rest of the sect masters wanted to answer him, but seeing his expression, they were all whispering on the other side.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Bai Zhun opened his eyelids and saw that it was Han Zhu who came in.

She still had the dull face, with no expression on her face, and her eyes were not very bright.

Han San's hundred days had already passed. After the hundred days of burning, filial daughters should change out of their plain clothes, but Han Zhu wore a filial piety, with her long hair tied in a braid and a white flower on her sideburns.

Han Zhu was born slender, and she looked even thinner when she was dressed in filial piety. As soon as she walked in, the faces of the rest of the sect masters were a little hot.

Coming to the martial arts competition with a high level of filial piety, isn't it just to slap them in the face, pointing their noses and scolding them for bullying Han San and having no successors.

Han Zhu didn't show any resentment, she looked calm, walked up to Bai Zhun, and saluted politely: "Qiye."

Bai Zhun nodded: "Yes."

The two of them only said this sentence, after Han Zhu went straight to the third seat, she sat down in front of everyone.

Mingtang, which was originally quiet, immediately became commotion.

"My niece, you are a bit inappropriate." The head of the fifth sect had a loud voice, and he frowned and stared at Han Zhu, "This seat is only for the master of the sect, not to mention you are a girl."

Bai Zhun was very annoying, when Han San was around, this man didn't even dare to let go, once Han San left, Liu Da and Liu Er disappeared, even he dared to be presumptuous with his mouth.

It is not easy to mix in the rivers and lakes. Even tailors form red gangs for the sake of having a large number of people so as not to be bullied.

The Qing Gang and the Boat Gang, any powerful can come to scrape you off, and the eight sects are all rivers and lakes begging for food, helping each other.

The rich contribute money, and the powerful contribute.A few schools get together, and no one is disliked by the developed or the down-and-out.

"Why not?" Bai Zhun glanced left and right, "I think it's quite appropriate."

The eight sect masters had an accident, and it was the old sect master Chu who came. He heard that Bai Zhun was like this, so he naturally stood by Bai Zhun's side: "All of us, the patriarchs give us food, and whoever has the ability will be the master of the sect." .”

The implication is that men and women are divided, and he doesn't care about the other schools. They don't recognize the eight schools.

The five masters frowned: "This has not been a rule since ancient times."

Bai Zhun laughed with a "chi": "How do I remember that when my master was there, I established the eight sects by offering incense to some old sect masters?"

It's only been a few years since I started talking about ancient times.

"Men and women are always dead in the end." Bai Zhun was annoyed, and even cast his gaze at the five sect masters. The five sect masters were so angry that their teeth itch, but they couldn't move him, and no one dared to touch him.

If you move Bai Qiye a bit, you don't know if the person sleeping next to the pillow is a human or a ghost.

Seeing "Huo Wuchang" speak, several sect masters turned their faces away to avoid his sharp edge.

Fatty Hong hurried out to smooth things over: "Everyone, be safe, the auspicious time is coming soon."

Han Zhu kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, as if the quarrel had nothing to do with her. She didn't raise her head until a father and son walked into the bright hall.

It was Han Sanye's senior brother Shi Rong who was going to fight for the color after the battle. He was really old, and fighting with Han Zhu was bullying the younger generation.

So he sent his own son Shi Kuan, a brother and sister of the same school, to fight and it would not be considered bullying her a girl.

"Master." Han Zhu saluted.

Shi Rong smiled: "Niece, you are the same as my niece, the color of the fight is the color of the fight, and if we break the bones, we will still connect the tendons."

Having not been in contact for decades, and there is no need to reminisce about the past at this time, Han Zhu didn't smile: "Let's get started."

The whole house went to the backyard of Hong's house, where the Doucai Terrace was.

Huo Zhenye pushed Bai Zhun. He knew that Bai Zhun hated crowds and walked far behind.Walking through the corridor and passing the pavilion, you can see that there are rockery in the courtyard, a koi pond was dug, and there is a small stage: "This is a gold door, it really has some family background."

Bai Zhun covered his nose, he disliked the smell of people in the hall, and the smell of flowers when he went out of the hall, anyway, it would be better to lie down at home, and said in a buzzing voice: "The nickname of the head of the sect is Zizijin, he It's paid by the word."

"Then what's your nickname?" Huo Zhenye became curious.

Bai Zhun slightly turned his head from the wheelchair, he smiled: "Life is impermanent."

Huo Zhenye was slightly taken aback, he was quite proud?

There was a smile in Bai Zhun's eyes, and the pride was written on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the five disciples poking their heads, and said grimly: "You are very courageous."

The man was so frightened that he turned his head and ran away.

Several sect masters were sitting in front of the koi pond. Across the pond was a color-fighting platform, on which Han Zhu and Shi Kuan were fighting.

The gong rang, and Shi Kuan nodded to Han Zhu: "We brothers and sisters compete, and there is no need to sign a life-and-death contract."

If you don't sign a life-and-death contract, you won't fight to the death. Shi Kuan is tall and strong, and Han Zhu is thin. Standing in front of him, he is only half as wide as him.

"Junior Sister, please first." Shi Kuan clasped his fists and said please, but in fact he meant to belittle Han Zhu, as there are few female heirs of the ancient Caimen.

A long gown, a piece of colored cloth, must be able to hide seventeen or eighteen things on the body, and the brazier and birds must be eye-catching.

But Han Zhu was born so thin that he couldn't even hold up a long gown, so how could he hide things?

He was afraid that Han Zhu would make a fool of himself, so he asked her to use her special skills first, so as not to say that their father and son bullied women.

Han Zhu glanced at him: "Then I won't be polite."

Shi Kuan nodded, and asked her, "Do you want me to help move things?"

A trick requires props, she is not wearing a shirt, that is, she hides things under the table and cabinet, they are from the same family, and he came to help, so that Han Zhu's secrets could not be revealed.

"No need." Han Zhu walked up to the high platform, glanced at her uncle at the bottom, and then at Shi Rong. She reached out her hand to her waist, and moved her fingertips, revealing the red color of her waist.

She was clearly dressed in filial piety, but she was actually wearing red under her clothes. Everyone frowned and looked closely, only then did they see clearly that there was a red cord tied around Han Zhu's waist.

The long rope was like a living snake in her hand, and it was wrapped around her arm as soon as it was untied.

Shi Rong stood up, his face trembling: "Immortal Suo?"

He has been unforgettable to Shenxian Suo for many years. Han San used Shenxian Suo's unique skills to defeat him back then, and became the master of the three sects. He didn't want to meet again after decades.

"You're making a fool of yourself in front of your uncle." Han Zhu still had a non-smiling face, but her spirits lifted and her eyes brightened.

The long rope hovered and landed like a coiled snake. When Han Zhu lifted his fingertips, the snake's head came out, followed the snake's body straight up, from the ground to the air.

Han Zhu stretched out his hand, grasped the red rope, and yanked it hard.

The red rope trembled, but it didn't fall, as if it was caught in the air.

Some people in the audience also knew that this was Sanye Han's unique skill, but many people had only heard about it and had never seen it. Seeing that Han Zhu's appearance was this skill, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Han Zhu still didn't smile, she put one arm around the rope, lifted her foot slightly, stepped on the rope to climb up, one step, two steps.

Bai Zhun smiled slightly, his phoenix eyes slanted, seeing Huo Zhenye's stunned expression: "What?"

"She used this to enter the private room of Licha Hotel!"

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