Xiao Jinna nodded aside, probably knowing where Lin Fan's sadness came from, and Leng Qingqiu was not a strange face to her:

"Senior Brother... I know this person. He was the person your Lingsheng Sect often sent to martial arts competitions in the past."

Lin Fan, who had no intention of saying it at first, also became interested. He was very curious about what kind of person Leng Qingqiu was in the eyes of outsiders.

"Destiny City holds a martial arts competition in March every year. You know this."

After saying that, she gave Lin Fan a small look. The past acquaintance between the two was still vivid in her mind. Xiao Jinna lowered her head shyly.

"You stole the show in that competition."

Lin Fan naturally understood the implication. He scratched his head with a bright smile on his face, and his eyes were as curved as willow leaves:

"What happened before was my fault! Just keep talking!"

"In the past, Ling Sheng Sect usually arranged for Leng Qingqiu to come to fight, and that man was quite graceful. At the end of every competition, only the two of us were left, and he always pretended not to be good at fighting, almost every time.

I won the final contest."

"But I can feel that this person's inner strength is very deep. Every time he fights with other people, he instantly kills his opponent and then leaves in a dashing way."

Another thought began to appear in Lin Fan's mind:

"Leng Qingqiu, wouldn't you be interested in her?"

He asked tentatively:

"Do you and him communicate much in private?"

Xiao Jinna shook her head, and Lin Fan felt relieved. After all, once a year, it was not like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who could create any sparks...

"It's just a meeting at a seminar. That person doesn't seem to be very interested in female monks..."

Lin Fan couldn't help but be speechless. Could it be that Leng Qingqiu had some strange habits?

"He once said that women will only affect the progress of his cultivation. The more confused his mind is, the less organized his cultivation will be."

Well, this Leng Qingqiu, he is noble and arrogant, let him be!

But as long as he didn't touch Xiao Jinna, Lin Fan felt happy.

"What do you think about this matter?" Lin Fan raised his head and turned to ask Xiao Jinna. He wanted to see how others would see it.

"I think that since you have such a big grudge before, it is unlikely that you will ask him to come over for a while. But from my observation, this person does not have any big bad intentions. It may be that he was confused for a moment and was taken advantage of by you.

People from the sect started doing stupid things after saying a few words."

"But if you want to come over, I will also help you relieve your worries!"

The woman in front of him was so sensible, which relieved a lot of worries in Lin Fan's heart. He raised his glass, poured the wine in, and proposed a toast to Xiao Jinna.

"Then I'll beg you a lot!"

A hand stopped him.

Xiao Jinna in front of her took the jar of wine and poured a full glass:

"Why are you being polite to me? Are you looking for scolding?"

After saying that, laughter like silver bells came from beside him, and Lin Fan's heart felt like a clear spring, feeling indescribably happy.

The two of them drank together, their figures under the moonlight looking so ambiguous. They seemed to have countless things to say that night.

farmhouse.

This seems to be a testing ground for the disciples of the Lingsheng Sect who have left. Almost every disciple who is kicked out from the Lingsheng Sect has to go through the experience of the old farmer.

A day or two after arriving, the old farmer left the farmhouse not knowing what he was doing. Before leaving, he asked Aunt Gui to entertain Leng Qingqiu well.

How could Aunt Gui, who was already hospitable, treat a rare guest so slowly? Lin Fan and Liu San who came before brought them great happiness, but being accidentally taken away also made them feel very guilty.

Later, the old farmer also heard about the battle in Destiny City. The two of them sat at the table and praised the two young men full of praise:

"I knew they could do it!"

So when he saw Leng Qingqiu's current situation, the first thing that the old farmer could think of was them. Leng Qingqiu was used to enjoying the life of accepting people's offerings. If he found a way out on his own, he would definitely suffer a lot.

Tianming City has become a must-go for old farmers.

In the past two days, Leng Qingqiu has been living like a fairy. In order to make up for her regret for Lin Fan and the others, Aunt Gui treated Leng Qingqiu with great care. This time, he did not bring any clothes with him. Aunt Gui

He went to the city to buy some clothes that fit him. Although they were simple, he didn't feel uncomfortable with them.

After all, he can no longer be as arrogant as he was before.

He often appeared in the field at the door, moved a bench and sat there, saying nothing, looking blank.

In fact, he was thinking about everything he had done in the Lingsheng Sect before. As the former chief senior brother, he enjoyed supreme honor. The elders regarded him as the apple of their eye, and the inner disciples also praised him highly.

Until now, he was wearing coarse linen clothes and looked like a farmer's boy. This gap made him calm down and think about a question:

What did I do wrong, Leng Qingqiu?

The field in front of them still retains the traces of Lin Fan and Liu San's work at that time. The land was turned over very neatly, and every vegetable was placed where it should be.

There was a trace of contemptuous disdain in his eyes, the corner of his mouth was tilted to one side, and he murmured vaguely:

"It turns out that those two novices did the dirty work here. I'm not even happy to say it."

"The traditional method of using medicinal seeds is not suitable for vegetables and will suffocate them to death!"

He was facing the empty field, where he was talking to himself. Aunt Gui was lying behind the door, watching all this:

"This kid, isn't he crazy?"

She wanted the lively dog ​​to tease Leng Qingqiu and help him relieve his sadness.

"Go...Qingqiu."

Leng Qingqiu was lying on the ground, wearing gray-brown linen clothes. The white Taoist robe that he was proud of before had been taken to Aunt Gui to be washed.

He carefully looked at every stomata in the field, and gently moved them with his hands to open the positions of each germinated seeds to avoid competing with each other for nutrients.

"The growth of Baoyao can be achieved through the continuous planting method, connecting the roots to achieve the effect of mutual supply of nutrients, but it would be too stupid to do the same with vegetables!"

Leng Qingqiu moved his hands while criticizing Lin Fan and Liu San's "masterpiece".

The sun was rising three poles, and the sun was so cold that Qingqiu was sweating all over his body, but he was too exhausted to feel the heat. He was enjoying it. The rare planting time was something he had not experienced for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt a warm current flowing slowly around him. He happened to be a little thirsty, so he dipped a little with his fingers to quench his thirst. However, the bitter taste coming from his mouth made him react and turned around to see,

It's the old farmer's yellow dog.

"Woof! Woof!"

Qingqiu wagged her tail happily and stuck out her tongue towards Leng Qingqiu.
Chapter completed!