As soon as the uproar started, the lights were lit again.
The stands were empty. I don’t know when the storyteller had left.
It must be the storyteller's little thought, making a joke for everyone.
The guests who reacted shook their heads and laughed, and only one table in the crowd fell into a deathly silence.
Tang Ling looked at the person who had appeared on the table at some point, and felt goosebumps all over her body.
The woman wearing an ocher-colored narrow-fitting short dress was sitting opposite Tang Ling in a daze. Seeing Tang Ling's stunned look, she took the initiative to explain.
"I was walking this way before turning off the lights. I wanted to say hello, but I tripped over him and just happened to sit down."
Looking in the direction of her finger, Tang Ling saw a crimson figure squatting on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Yuan Yulang?" She became more and more stunned, "Why are you here?"
Yuan Yulang's body visibly stagnated, and he stood up with a "swish", his face flushed and said: "Okay, now I have discovered that you two are drinking tea and listening to stories outside, and you still say you have no money!"
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Tang Ling saw his pretended calmness and raised his eyebrows: "You were squatting with your head in your hands just now. Were you scared after hearing the story?"
"Who is scared?" Yuan Yulang said, squinting his neck, "I also tripped and fell!"
"Then this tripping posture is really... the first one in history."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, the girl in ocher clothes immediately interrupted: "Tang Ling, do you still remember me?"
The three people's eyes were all drawn to the girl by this sentence.
Yuan Yulang sat down and asked, "Your friend?"
Tang Ling looked at the tall and burly figure of the girl in ocher clothes for a while, then touched his nose and said, "Sorry, I had a high fever nine years ago. It was quite serious. I lost my memory when I woke up. Before I was thirteen years old,
I don’t remember anything, may I ask you..."
"Yong'an City, Guo Rong, my father is killing pigs and selling meat at the east end of the market."
This familiar name...
Tang Ling thought about it for a moment and immediately remembered it.
"Are you... the one who was taken away by the elders of the Immortal Sect when you were twelve years old?"
I learned this from Tang Linfeng.
From that time on, a trend emerged in Yong'an City of sending children to immortal sects to learn skills, and the major immortal sects also opened their doors to accept disciples.
Tang Ling remembered that seven years ago in the Tang Mansion, Tang Linfeng talked about what happened before Tang Ling entered the Lingxian Sect.
At that time, the eleven-year-old original body was quite unwilling to accept this. She thought that if the little girl who was chubby and not as good-looking as her could become a fairy, she would definitely be able to do it too.
And now...
Tang Ling looked up at the girl's clothes that were held up by her muscles, and was speechless for a moment.
"Have you changed a lot since you were a child?"
"Ling'er, you haven't changed much." The girl in ocher clothes nodded, then said shyly, "You are still so beautiful."
"..."
After some conversation, Tang Ling learned that Guo Rong had joined the Shanhe Sect for training and study. The Shanhe Sect was a relatively famous weapon refining sect in Qingyun Continent. It was on par with the Guiyuan Sect in Qingyun Continent and was equivalent to the Lingxian Sect.
Ranking of comprehensive strength in Qingyun Continent.
The rules of the Shanhe Sect are that disciples can only go down the mountain to practice after practicing in the sect for ten years, so this is the first year for Guo Rong to participate in the training. As soon as the trial started, she was called to the weapon refining meeting by her master Hu Wei
Take the test.
"Are you here to take part in the competition too?" Guo Rong said in surprise.
Tang Ling shook his head, "I'm here to escort him, and he's the one participating in the competition."
As she said that, she pointed to Wei Zhiming beside her, "Wei Zhiming, a disciple of Lingxian Sect's Qi Sect."
Then he introduced Yuan Yulang to Guo Rong.
"I heard that not many new disciples participated in this weapon refining competition. I see that Brother Wei is not a high level, but he was sent by the sect to participate. It seems that he is indeed talented in weapon refining."
Guo Rong smiled and looked at Wei Zhiming.
Generally speaking, if a disciple with a higher level of cultivation is willing to look around, and a disciple with a lower level does not deliberately hide it, he can detect his level.
But there are not many people who can say it so directly. We are all adults and we have to worry about each other's face.
After all, people of lower class do not do this voluntarily. It must be due to problems in cultivation.
Tang Ling and Yuan Yulang drank tea in unison.
Only the expression of the person involved did not change at all. In fact, Wei Zhiming's eyes were hidden under his bangs, and it was indeed difficult to see anything.
But Tang Ling clearly saw a spark of desire to compete in Guo Rong's eyes, and laughed "haha" twice.
"You are also a newcomer, so you must be very good."
Guo Rong smiled again, "Yes, but I am a Grade A medium spiritual root, and my cultivation level is higher than that of the disciples at the same time, so it is natural for me to be sent to participate."
Tang Ling: "..." I don't understand.
After chatting with Guo Rong for a few words, Tang Ling felt that the atmosphere in the air was different.
Yuan Yulang, who usually chirped, fell silent for the rare occasion.
Very good.
Tang Ling hopes to take this opportunity to make him understand how speechless he and "F3" are in their usual swaggering and show-off style.
Yuan Yulang was silent for a moment, rubbing his chin, raising the corners of his mouth, and suddenly revealed a wicked and evil smile.
"My young master also has a Grade A medium spiritual root."
Tang Ling: "..."
"It's getting late, let's go back to the house and rest."
Tang Ling stood up suddenly, interrupting Yuan Yulang's attempt to continue showing off.
"What are you doing so early? I have just come out. Let me tell you, I am not only a Grade A medium spiritual root, but also a man who wants to become a great spell master!"
It's hopeless. It's hopeless.
Tang Ling gritted his teeth.
"That's really amazing." Guo Rong praised perfunctorily, as if she didn't care about Yuan Yulang at all, but turned to Tang Ling again.
"Li Xue and Lin Ping have joined the same sect. I seemed to have seen them just now."
After saying these two names, Tang Ling was still confused. Remembering that she had lost her memory, she explained again.
"We used to study together in the academy in Yong'an City. After me, they were selected by the Guiyuan Sect, but neither of them majored in Qi Sect - our two sects usually communicate with each other, so we have met several times.
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"Oh." Tang Ling nodded confusedly.
"Let's have dinner together tomorrow." Guo Rong looked at Tang Ling and revealed the purpose of her trip.
"We are all classmates. We haven't seen each other for many years."