There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

As he said that, the man's chassis was windy, and he jumped onto the ring in front of him. At this time, one of the two sides in the competition was defeated, and the big man shouted: "Beimangshan Feng Zhuangshi, come and report!"

"Eh? Beimang Mountain?" Hearing the name, Meng Xiaomiao hurriedly lowered her head and took out a piece of paper, looked at it for a long time, tapped the red dot on it, and said: "The Soul Gathering Grass we are looking for is in Beimang Mountain!"

She finished her sentence, but no one responded. Turning to look, she saw Ye Qinghe staring at Feng Zhuangshi seriously, muttering seriously: "Is he like a dragon and a phoenix? Then don't I?" A dragon and a phoenix among immortals?"

Cute little meow; "..."

Why didn't she know Ye Qinghe was so narcissistic before?

After watching for a long time, I found that Ye Qinghe was still studying this matter. Meng Xiaomiao was very playful, and stretched out her hand to push Ye Qinghe on the back, saying: "If this is the case, then go up and compete with him!"

Ye Qinghe was pushed back because of his kung fu in speaking!

Then he shouted towards the ring: "Give this young man a chance, he also wants to make Miss Liu happy!"

Ye Qinghe staggered two steps to the ground, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Meng Xiaomiao, only to find that Meng Xiaomiao was squatting on the branch of a tree, smiling at him like a cat.

Ye Qinghe's full of opinions turned into helplessness, and he simply followed Meng Xiaomiao's wishes, jumped onto the ring, and said loudly: "Hanshu Gong Ye Qinghe, come and report."

"Hanshu Palace? What sect is that?"

"I haven't heard of it, but it sounds quite tall. Is it some hermit's sect of cultivating immortals?"

The people around were discussing and looking at Ye Qinghe with curiosity.

Ye Qinghe was a little apprehensive at first, but gradually got used to it. He showed a smile, reached out and took out a fan out of nowhere, and said loudly, "Who is the last winner?"

Here Ye Qinghe smiled coquettishly, while on the other side of the tree, Su Yi looked at Ye Qinghe on the stage worriedly, and said: "Doesn't he know that if he wins, he will marry another girl? If it's true What if we win?"

"Hey, no, at worst, use magic to escape." Meng Xiaomiao pushed Su Yi with a smile, and said, "Don't worry about it, just watch the show."

Although Meng Xiaomiao said so, Su Yi was still very worried, and her brows became more and more wrinkled.

But at this time, on the arena where the martial arts contest was held, the person in charge had already come out. The man looked clean, glanced back and forth at Ye Qinghe twice, and said, "Young man, you are so thin, are you weak?"

What is a weak crown?Ye Qinghe didn't understand, and felt that he should learn common sense, but at the same time, he felt that he couldn't show his timidity at this time, so he confidently waved his fan and replied, "Of course it's a weak crown."

"Tsk tsk, who are you lying to, except for the underage yellow-haired boy who would still shake his fan in this winter." But the manager said mercilessly: "You are so skinny, and you want to marry a wife, hurry up, you look so good It’s so pretty, maybe it’s a woman disguised as a man!”

As soon as the words came out, the cute little meow squatting on the tree immediately choked: "Ahem! What have we experienced in the world these years? What the hell is it for a woman to disguise herself as a man?"

Su Yi looked helpless, and said, "Probably there are too many women disguised as men..."

Wherever the world goes, there is no shortage of women's bigwigs.

Ye Qinghe on the stage also had a dazed look on his face, he paused for a long time before he realized, pointed to his nose, and said in amazement: "I'm thin?!"

Seeing that his face was full of disbelief, the manager pulled Feng Zhuangshi, who had gone to the sky just now, to his side, slapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Look, this time is called a strong body. Only such a body can give us Missy is happy."

Ye Qinghe's movements froze immediately, he glanced at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept over Feng Zhuangshi's greasy body, but Feng Zhuangshi proudly puffed out his chest.

Ye Qinghe shivered immediately, and hurriedly said, "I lost."

After speaking, he left the stage without looking back.

There was a burst of laughter behind him, and amidst the laughter, the manager of the Liu family announced: "This Feng Zhuangshi is the winner of our martial arts competition today."

Ye Qinghe returned to the tree, looked at Meng Xiaomiao quietly, Meng Xiaomiao thought he was blaming herself, and when she was feeling uneasy, Ye Qinghe said quietly: "I feel sorry for Miss Liu."

Meng Xiaomiao was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Feng Zhuangshi who was still on stage.

Well, she was also very distressed.

After the result of the martial arts contest and the recruitment of relatives, the crowd gradually dispersed. Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, Meng Xiaomiao and his party also came down from the tree and found a restaurant on the side of the road, preparing to go forward after eating.

The town they are currently in is not big, it is located at the foot of Beiman Mountain, and the discussions they heard when they entered the restaurant were all about Miss Liu's recruitment of relatives.

In order to listen to the gossip, Meng Xiaomiao refused to go to the upstairs box because Meng Xiaomiao was the real payer, so everyone nodded in agreement and sat down at the window seat downstairs.

Su Yi ordered, Ye Qing and Bu Sangyu were in charge of eating, Nine Tails took care of Meng Xiaomao, and Meng Xiaomao listened to the gossip with one's neck bent.

After listening to it for a long time, the dishes were all on the table, and Meng Xiaomiao turned around and said to Jiuwei mysteriously: "This Miss Liu's family sounds unusual!"

"En." Ninetails nodded lightly, and a cold voice came out from under the white veil.

This person followed Ye Qinghe all the way, and this was the first time he made a sound, which caused Ye Qinghe to look over there. It so happened that Jiuwei just raised his head at this time, and the two eyes collided. Ye Qinghe was frozen by Jiuwei's cold gaze. All of a sudden, he subconsciously looked away.

Meng Xiaomiao didn't notice the small movements between the two, so she leaned on the table and whispered: "I heard that Miss Liu is sick, the reason why the martial arts contest is to bring joy to the Liu family, and some people say that Miss Liu doesn't know Married once."

Ye Qinghe knew nothing about human affairs, and had no idea what Meng Xiaomiao said, so he could only listen quietly.

On the other hand, Su Yi who was next to her was puzzled and said, "How could it be possible that you have already been married, and everyone didn't know that there was a wedding?"

The cute kitten spread his hands and said, "Then I don't know. It is said that Liu Yuanwai is covering up the sky in this town, and he may use his own power to cover it up in real time."

However, no matter how much you say, it’s just speculation, Ye Qinghe has no idea, Bu Sangyu and Jiuwei rarely talk, only Su Yi agrees, after Meng Xiaomao talked for a while, she also felt that it was boring, so she stopped Come down, pick up your chopsticks, and get ready to eat.

Seeing that the cute little meow finally calmed down, Ye Qinghe also breathed a sigh of relief. He had never been with girls before, and he never knew that girls were so noisy. He couldn't help but began to miss Hanshu's quietness and indifference.

After eating, the sky was already dark, and a group of people came out of the restaurant and started looking for a place to stay.

Strange to say, I found several inns that were full, and the only one that was not full had only one room left.