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As soon as this sentence came out, all the teenagers on the field shouted and ran away.

Seeing this, Liaoyang quickly got up from the ground and waved his hands to explain:

"No, no! Don't get me wrong!!"

The little girl worked hard running around for a long time before convincing everyone that Lou Hua just came to play with her.

The teenagers playing cuju were dubious, and they continued to invite others to play after Liaoyang repeatedly assured that there would be no danger.

Liaoyang heaved a sigh of relief, walked back to Lou Hua panting, and asked:

"Master, why are you scaring me??"

Lou Hua bent her eyes and spread her hands innocently:

"Look at you for fun."

Liaoyang can't express his suffering, and dare not vent his anger.

Lou Hua saw her like this, and asked again:

"So, what are you doing?"

Hearing his question, Liaoyang suddenly became nervous.She used herself to block Lou Hua's sight, and there was no silver 300 taels here:

"Nothing! Nothing!"

But Lou Hua looked at the direction behind her with smiling eyes.

Zhou Yewang was practicing his sword in the corner of the school yard, when he saw Lou Hua's gaze, he put down the small wooden sword in his hand, and saluted Lou Hua seriously.

Lou Hua smiled and waved at him as a greeting.

He looked at Liaoyang again:

"Look at him? Didn't you say you don't miss him anymore."

Liaoyang sticks out her tongue, but doesn't speak.

After a while, she seemed to change the topic and asked:

"I haven't seen Master for two months. Is Master okay? Have you returned to Dark Fragrance Valley? Is everyone okay?"

Lou Hua nodded, and after thinking about it, he still told Liaoyang briefly what happened these days like telling a story.

The only person Lou Hua can fully trust in Dark Fragrance Valley is Wu Qing, so he didn't say anything about the high priest's suspicions except Wu Qing, and Liaoyang naturally didn't know about those things.

At this moment, Liao Yang sighed in disbelief after hearing Lou Hua's words:

"It turns out that the high priest is a bad guy..."

After hearing her words, Lou Hua seemed a little funny:

"Bad guys? Here, we are all bad guys."

As soon as the words were finished, Lou Hua's gaze paused, then he raised his hand, and firmly caught the Cuju that was flying towards him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the group of little devils in the center of the field.

The kid who kicked the ball was startled when he saw it like this, and immediately took two steps back and bowed to apologize:

"I'm sorry! I kicked it accidentally, please don't kill me."

Lou Hua narrowed his eyes and looked over with a sense of oppression, which frightened the group of little guys.

But in the end, he just bent his lips and smiled, threw the Cuju in his hand on the ground, and kicked it over.

The children breathed a sigh of relief, cheered and prepared to continue the competition.

But at this moment, one of the little fat guys seemed to be skilled in watching the building paintings, so he suddenly boldly shouted over there:

"Lord Mozun, do you want to compete with us? The loser must make a big face!"

Fifteen or sixteen year olds are the most playful, and when they see someone dare to say that, others will boldly start booing.

Lou Hua listened to the shouts of the group of brats, finally shrugged, rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

"The loser draws a big face? How do you draw it?"

He was really interested in this punishment.

The little fat man crossed his waist:

"We are all people who can afford it, so naturally we can paint whatever we want."

"That's good." Lou Hua took the Cuju they handed over, and said with a smile:

"Just don't cry and disturb me when the time comes."

"How is it possible?" The little fat man waved his small hand and asked again:

"Which team do you want to join?"

"Team?" Lou Hua raised his head to look at those brats, he didn't like any team, and said lazily:

"I choose myself, you go together."

Fatty: "How can it be? It's not fair!"

Lou Hua sounds funny:

"You guys are not as old as I am, but you still think of me very much."

The little fat man still insisted:

"We have nearly ten people. No matter how powerful you are, there is only one person. How can you care about it? At least one more?"

"Call one more?" Lou Hua seemed to think of something, and after a moment, he slightly bent his lips:

"Okay."

The little fat man nodded in relief, but he soon paid the price for his sloppyness.

After half a stick of incense, a group of young boys looked at Qin Dongyi who was covered in smoke, and all of them saluted politely and called "Hello, Mr. Shuyue".

Lou Hua was overjoyed, he smiled, and heard Qin Dongyi beside him helplessly ask:

"Call me over and say you need my help with something, just for this?"

Lou Hua nodded, earnestly and naively:

"If you win, you can paint their faces."

Qin Dongyi looked at him, curled the corners of his lips, but didn't say anything, just nodded to show that he understood.

The back mountain of Qingyang Mountain was very lively that day. In the center of the venue, nearly ten teenagers surrounded two men, laughing and kicking the cuju on the soles of their feet.

This matter soon spread to the school grounds.

Wu Yan saw that the disciples who were watching around the school suddenly ran to another direction together, he couldn't help but be surprised, so he called a young disciple casually and asked what happened.

The little disciple was a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Houshan, I heard that Lord Shuyue and Mozun are playing Cuju with others."

"what??"

Wu Yan didn't believe in the evil, he followed the crowd and rushed over based on the idea that seeing is believing.

Going with him, there are also Yuan Jing and Lian Yao who want to see the excitement together.

By the time the three elders arrived, people who had come here admiringly had already circled three circles inside and three circles outside, and they happened to catch up with the end of the competition.

At that time, the man in white clothes had flowing sleeves. He received the Cuju from Qin Dongyi, and he raised his foot to kick the ball out surrounded by young people.

The moment Cuju passed through the net hole, the gong sounded at the end of the game.

The onlookers burst into cheers and applause, and Lou Hua, also in the joy of victory, ran over and threw himself into Qin Dongyi's arms.

Looking at this scene, Wu Yan was so angry that his beard would stand on end:

"Irregular!!"

Lian Yao rolled his eyes at him:

"Be careful."

"It's not your apprentice who was ruined, of course you are careless, you are the only one who is magnanimous!"

Wu Yan replied to Lian Yao's words.

Lian Yao was not happy to hear this:

"Can you speak more harshly? What is spoiling? Explain to me. Who are you talking about spoiling?? Look at your little Jiu. It's been more than 300 years. When did you see him so happy for whom? Ruin, I haven't disliked it yet..."

Lian Yao half-spoken, then swallowed back the rest.

Wu Yan didn't notice her strangeness.

He did hear her previous words, so he raised his eyes and looked towards the center of the venue.

Qin Dongyi held Lou Hua in his arms, as if he heard what the man said, he curled his lips, his eyes and brows were smiling.

Qin Dongyi didn't have much emotional ups and downs in the past, he was indifferent and treated everyone the same.

Wu Yan remembered that when Qin Dongyi was young, he didn't have many close people, but he could still laugh, and he had the vigor of a young man.

But then there were a lot of changes.At that time, Qi was still dead, and Lou Hua rebelled.After that, the child who was already more mature than his peers seemed to have grown a lot overnight.

Overnight, Xiaojiu became Shuyue-jun.

Wu Yan was silent.

He didn't speak any more, just turned around and left.

Over there, neither Lou Hua nor Qin Dongyi paid attention to the situation at the outermost edge of the crowd.

Lou Hua wrapped his arms around Qin Dongyi's neck, and said with a smile:

"we won."

"Yeah." Qin Dongyi stroked his hair:

"Won."

At this time, the little fat man from the opposite team came over panting. He wiped off his sweat, took the pen and ink he had prepared in advance, and handed it to Lou Hua in a very grand manner:

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. I'll paint my face as you like."

Lou Hua let go of Qin Dongyi, he took the brush and ink, and asked Qin Dongyi with a smile on his eyes:

"You draw?"

Qin Dongyi gently shook his wrist:

"There is something else, you come."

Lou Hua nodded, watched him go away, and then stretched out his claws to the children.

That afternoon, the crowd of onlookers changed from watching Shuyue Jun and Mozun kicking Cuju together to watching Mozun teaching painting on the spot.

Lou Hua is not ambiguous at all when it is said that a painted face is a painted face.

He used up all the places that could be drawn on everyone's face, such as the pig's head, the big bastard, and the angry old man Wuyan with his beard bubbling on fire...

When he finished painting one by one, it was already night, and the onlookers dispersed in twos and threes, and some brave ones greeted him and wished him a good night before leaving.

Lou Hua put away his pen and ink, stood up from the small stool of Huahua, stretched his waist, and then walked towards Shutong Courtyard.

Before he could take a few steps, a familiar voice came from behind:

"Brother Xiaohua!"

Lou Hua heard the sound and looked back, just in time to see Chang Ying who was running towards him.

"Why are you here?" Lou Hua asked casually.

"I've been here all the time, watching you play Cuju with Master." Chang Ying took his sleeve and walked for a while, he asked:

"Brother Xiaohua, you are really good at kicking Cuju, how do you practice, can you teach me?"

"How do you practice? When you're bored, kick yourself. If you kick for a while, it will come naturally."

Lou Hua's tone was a bit perfunctory, but the content of the words was true.

Chang Ying nodded and asked again:

"Brother Xiao Hua, I just heard from them that you used to be from Qingyang Mountain, too?"

Lou Hua responded:

"Yes, otherwise, what would I call Senior Brother Qin Dongyi?"

Chang Ying felt the same, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then said with some expectation:

"Brother Xiao Hua, did you have fun when you were in Qingyang Mountain? Wouldn't there be a lot of brothers and sisters playing Cuju together like this? You should have participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition, is it you or the master? ?”

Chang Ying is naive, likes to listen to other people's stories, and always asks them.

But he never got the expected answer from Lou Hua.

For example, now, Lou Hua shrugged:

"It's not fun, I haven't played before, and I haven't participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition."

Chang Ying was a little surprised:

"why……"

"Because after I entered Qingyang Mountain, I worked as a handyman for eight years. I didn't have time to play cuju, and I spent all my time watering flowers and weeds and cleaning."

Lou Hua has never hesitated to mention his past, his tone is relaxed, as if he is telling someone else's story:

"I haven't participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition, but I saw that your master participated. He was the one who participated in the Heavenly Sword Dance that year."

"It's amazing." Chang Ying was a little excited:

"I heard that the clothes worn during the sword dance were all custom-made. What did Master wear at that time? Did it look good?"

Chang Ying is like a problem basket, if it were normal, Lou Hua would have been impatient.

But today, I don't know if he was in a good mood, or Chang Ying asked him a question that he liked to hear. He didn't think Chang Ying was annoying, but seriously recalled it.

At that time, there was a full moon in the sky, illuminating the night very brightly.

One big and one small walked towards the direction of Shutong Courtyard side by side, the surrounding was very quiet, Lou Hua raised his hand, and unconsciously wrapped his fingers around the red rope hanging on his shoulder for tying his hair.

The thin rope was a little old, but it was probably because someone had been protecting it with spiritual power. The red color was still bright, falling on his white clothes and black hair, it was particularly conspicuous.

Lou Hua slightly bent the corners of her lips, and replied:

"Ah."

"very nice."