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Chapter 35 Laurel Tree

Meng Hai was able to coax Fan Zhiyun into obedience, so he could naturally be regarded as a person with exquisite seven orifices.But he really didn't expect that He Lianjue picked out this sentence in the letter full of crazy words, and insisted on asking him again.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he had already guessed all kinds of things, but he didn't say anything, he just said euphemistically: "The disciple is incompetent. When he arrived, the master had almost finished writing this letter, so he didn't experience the previous experience. matter. Why don’t you ask Master, how about the sect master?”

His words left him completely alone, and he expected that He Lianjue would not want to go to Fan Zhiyun in person, so he could only speculate suspiciously on his own, which could be regarded as a small revenge for his master.

As expected, He Lianjue showed a very embarrassed look, and sighed: "Alright, forget it then."

Meng Hai took his expressions into his eyes one by one, and thought to himself: "I thought he cared so much, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. All the Qianyuan in the world are really virtuous."

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled Tang Xunwen's smiling and affectionate appearance to everyone on weekdays, which made many Kunze think that he cherished him very much. Even if he later found out that this was just his habit, he still The heart is like a bandit, and the heart is dead.He snorted lightly, confirming his thoughts just now.

Seeing that he really didn't know anything, He Lianjue waved his hand to signal him to back down.Meng Hai suddenly remembered that Zhong Wan was still waiting at the door, and added: "However, Master, we have met another person who said he was entrusted by your old friend to bring you a message."

He Lianjue straightened up: "What old friend?"

Meng Hai was taken aback for a moment, he was busy guarding against the unknown Zhong Wan along the way, but he forgot to ask this.He Lianjue asked again: "What about him?"

Meng Hai replied, "It's an unknown ranger, who seems to be in his early twenties."

"Tell him to come in," He Lianjue was obviously disappointed, "the door doesn't need to be closed."

Meng Hai responded and withdrew his hand holding the door.He had just oiled his disrespect and talent, and his sleeves were a little dirty, so he ran over in a hurry.He Lianjue glanced at it and smiled: "Are you taking care of the doll for Master again? I haven't touched such a small thing for a long time."

He watched Meng Hai lower his head and meticulously fold up the oil-stained sleeves, and suddenly felt a little emotional: "The Patriarch once passed down the Kunlun Six Skills, the ingenuity is the first, the formation is the second, the talisman is the third, the feng shui is the fourth, and the omen is the fourth." Phase five, it’s the turn of swordsmanship after the top. But Zhongfu and I love to study the Kunlun soft sword, and our attainments in the first five skills are far inferior to your master. Sometimes I think, in the past few generations, I have learned I am afraid that he is the only one who has found the 'soul' of the ancestors of Kunlun."

Meng Hai was startled, thinking that maybe the sun came out from the west today.He Lianjue has a good temper and is the master of the sect. He is polite to Fan Zhiyun, but anyone can see the coldness and alienation.It's just that Meng Hai was careful. He always felt that the head of the sect was not so much unwilling to see Fan Zhiyun as he was afraid to see him.

Fan Zhiyun didn't talk about the old things behind it, and he didn't intend to explore it.But in any case, today's sincere praise should not come from him.

He was thinking in his heart, when he heard He Lianjue say, "Xunwen, this boy, has gone the same way as my uncle and I...Meng Hai, this time, you and Xunwen will go to the Pingjiang night banquet. Let me figure it out, it's time for you to emerge."

If he said these words to any Kunlun disciple, they would probably be overjoyed.But Meng Hai just bowed his head and thought for a while, then calmly saluted He Lianjue: "Master, forgive Meng Hai for not being able to go."

He Lianjue was very puzzled: "Why is that?"

"Since ancient times, the Kunlun Inner Sect has only accepted Qian Yuan as a disciple. The head of the sect allowed me to worship under the master's sect. It is already an exception. As Kunze, it is really not good for me to bear the name of the Kunlun Inner Sect outside and ruin the old ancestor's reputation." rule."

He Lianjue smiled and said: "The rules are for people to change. Besides, it's only for a banquet. If you don't say it, who can tell that you are Kunze?"

Meng Hai said: "The disciple would rather pretend to be the mean than to pretend to be Qianyuan."

He Lianjue sighed: "You...forget it, I'll call Xunwen to persuade you later."

Meng Hai went out respectfully, turned around and rolled his eyes, thinking that it would be strange if you asked him to persuade him.

Walking to the door, he looked left and right, but Zhong Wan was no longer there.After finally finding it, I realized that he was waiting in a secluded corner next to the main hall, lost in thought to Kazuki Laurel.At this time, it is early winter, and the fragrant flowers have long disappeared, but there is still a little fragrance left on the branches.Meng Hai didn't understand what he was looking at, so he said "Hello", "The master master told you to go in."

Zhong Wan asked, "Has this laurel been planted here all this time?"

Meng Hai was confused: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He tilted his head and smiled, "I saw that your main hall is simple and grand, but it's a bit strange that you planted a fragrant osmanthus tree in this corner."

Meng Hai replied casually: "This is not a corner. Looking out from the head's study, you can just see here."

Zhong Wan was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes and did not speak.Although Meng Hai felt that something was wrong, he was afraid that He Lianjue would wait for a long time, so he urged: "Don't you have something to bring? Come in quickly."

Zhong Wan nodded, stroked the osmanthus leaves a few times, raised his head and smelled them, and followed Meng Hai to the main hall gate.Unexpectedly, before the foot crossed the threshold, there was a commotion inside, and then a few Kunlun disciples ran out stumbling, seeing Meng Hai standing outside, rushed up as if seeing a savior, and shouted: "Junior Brother Meng!" ! Go in and have a look! Sect Leader, Sect Leader..."

Meng Hai shouted: "What's wrong with the head? It was just fine!"

Those disciples were crying and said: "The master went crazy when he was practicing! None of us can stop him..."

Meng Hai took a few deep breaths, held a disciple's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "You call a few people who are good at lightness kung fu, go to Yangzhou and call Tang Xunwen over, and call some people who can talk, and invite Master to come here. Here I will first Hold it, but it won't last long, so it must be done as soon as possible, understand?"

Although he was the latest to get started, he was the calmest one at this time.Seeing that he was calm in the face of danger, the disciple also calmed down: "Okay, I understand."

Meng Hai let go of his hand, drew the sword from his waist, and said, "Lend me this." Before he could answer, he strode into the hall.

Zhong Wan always followed behind him, seeing that he didn't take out his soft sword, she understood that he was deliberately avoiding being the first to lose in front of He Lianjue, who was proficient in this skill.After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand to Meng Hai: "Lend me your soft sword, too."

Meng Hai was not surprised that he followed, but said coldly: "Using the soft sword in front of my uncle, do you think you can't die fast enough?" Having said that, he still threw the soft sword over.

Zhong Wan caught it firmly, and asked back: "Is your Kunlun family the only one who can practice soft sword?"

"Oh?" Meng Hai's clothes fluttered and he walked fast, but he still didn't forget to test him, "Then what school and sect are you from, and where did you learn from?"

The study door, which had been half-closed just now, was now closed tightly.He silently counted to three in his heart, took a sharp breath and opened the door, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes for a moment, and two extremely soft silver blades slashed straight at him.

Meng Hai had been prepared for a long time, took a long sword, and very beautifully deflected the coming of the pair of soft swords.But unexpectedly, before he could move again, the third sword stabbed from his left side.

He Lianjue had always used two swords, but Meng Hai never expected to have an extra one, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he couldn't twist the long sword in his hand.Seeing that the sword's edge was approaching, he suddenly saw his soft sword pressing against the sword at a tricky angle, and the soft sword obediently turned around, barely scratching the corner of his clothes.

Zhong Wan stood behind him, the sword in his hand was as nimble as if he had come to life. Seeing him staring at him in shock, he smiled slightly and replied: "No family, no school, self-taught."

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