Chapter 319: Ah, an excellent full-service soldier can be stuck most of the time!
"Brother Bu Tiantang, I wish you well.
Here are your most beloved sister Hongli and brother Heiyang. Ha, did you miss us?
Hehe, we don’t miss you anyway (cross out), but we also miss you very much.
How have you been lately? Living and practicing in the sect, are you happy getting along with others?
How about the elders? How about the senior brothers and sisters?
Have you made new friends? Have you had trouble with your friends? Have you listened carefully to the elders%#"
There was a sudden interruption, several crooked position symbols appeared on the paper, and then the handwriting changed.
"Ahem, Brother Butian, please don't pay attention to that mentally retarded child Hongli. She has been having intermittent convulsions recently and she has been trying to get me to call her mom these past few days.
In the past few days, she has been using this kind of motherly tone that really disgusts me. I guess she hasn’t had any drama yet... Anyway, it’s not important!
Well, I'll make a long story short. I'm a little tired writing in this position, and there's red glass crawling on my back, so I'm too lazy to make a long story.
Well, our wedding date has been set, May 15th, and we won’t change it!
Well, it’s just that for the best man’s position, Brother Butian, can you come? Well, I’m just asking, if not, it’s okay.
If you really can't come, just say it!
Well, if that doesn’t work, there’s still Xiaolong, ahem...
Well, I wish my brother good health and all the best, and I look forward to your reply."
"Ah ah! Did you see it?"
Hong Butian held the paper in his hand and shook it with an unhappy expression.
"My sister is getting married. As a brother, I must go back then! I must go back!"
"Ah, yes, yes, what you said makes sense. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious. What's the use of telling me this?"
Zhao Zhuji, who was wearing a white training uniform, sat cross-legged next to him, with his eyes closed as the old god said: "First of all, you have already applied to leave the sect. Hasn't the application order been reported to you?
Once the elders above review it, won’t you be able to go home?”
"Ha, an audit is an audit, why don't you tell me how long it will take for them to audit!"
Hong Butian couldn't help but complain.
"Oh, isn't it just three or four months?
It’s only five months at most. It’ll pass with patience.
It happens in the blink of an eye, but it takes no time to practice!
The elder has been in retreat for several years. He has done his best to take the time to review it for you."
"Ha, three or four months? Five months?"
A tic-tac-toe popped up on Hong Buyian's head, and he couldn't help but roar loudly: "Three or four months later, how many months has it been? I've already missed someone else's wedding!
At that time, what's the use of me going back? Let someone get married again? I'll make up for it by being the best man?"
"It's not impossible..."
"Haha."
"Hey, it's useless for you to smile so sinisterly."
Zhao Zhuji snorted: "Rules are rules!
If that doesn't work, just explain it to your younger brothers and sisters and ask them to delay getting married for a few months. Can't you just wait?
When can’t we get married? What day can’t we get married? Why are you in such a hurry?”
"Don't worry, sister!"
Hong Butian was startled, and said with a gray face: "Such an outrageous request, you will die without even trying... I can already imagine what will happen!"
"Ah?"
Zhao Zhuji opened her eyes and turned to look at Hong Butian doubtfully: "What will happen? Will they be unhappy?
I think it’s pretty much the same. Isn’t this just an ordinary adaptation?
Well, it’s like, hey, you already knew some time ago, when I first started, I turned the hammer into a long sword and started practicing swordsmanship directly. How much trouble I saved!
Look at me now, not only have I not left behind my original big skills, but I have also learned an additional skill, which has enriched my life experience and broadened my horizons.
Take a step back, the sea and the sky are brighter, develop steadily and for the better, let’s go hand in hand!”
"Ha, otherwise, if I ask them to take a step back, they can withdraw ten miles away without hesitation.
If I ask them to step back, they can bury me ten miles underground."
A row of black lines flashed across Hong Butian's head. As he imagined that scene, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Ah, Brother Butian, what's going on?"
Hong Li clenched her fists and forced him into a corner with a gloomy expression. She suddenly took out a bloody dagger and said resentfully: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? How much suffering I have suffered?
Do you know how determined I was to get to this step? How much perseverance did it take?"
"Xiao, Xiaoli, calm down!"
"Ha, calm down, how do you want me to calm down?"
Hong Li gritted her teeth with a murderous look on her face and said: "If you want my happiness to come a little later, then I will let you die a little earlier, so that's even!"
"This, what kind of even deal is this..."
"Xiaoli, stop talking nonsense to him."
Black Yang walked out of the shadows expressionlessly and said faintly: "It's time to send him on his way!"
"No, I want to kill him one by one. I can't give him such a happy death."
Hongli sneered again and again: "Just like he made me suffer and torture day after day."
"Wait, wait! No! Ah!!!"
Hong Butian broke out in sweat and breathed heavily. He was almost frightened by his imaginary picture and had a heart attack.
"No, absolutely not!"
Hong Butian said firmly.
"Ah? Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"
Zhao Zhuji looked puzzled: "People always have to try it. If you had been practicing with a hammer until you died like me, you might not have discovered that swordsmanship also has such great charm."
"Haha, maybe you used to be a sledgehammer until you died, but this year, you may be the first one on stage."
Hong Butian smiled but said: "Oh my, what a pity, narrowly beating out a senior sister.
Is it exactly what the old man said? That kind of martial arts competition can't reflect anything at all, it has no gold content at all!
It's such a child's play for me, a newbie, to be lucky enough to get second place!"
"Hongbutian you..."
Zhao Zhuji gritted her teeth and broke through her defense in an instant, her face turned red from holding in. Her good education since childhood did not allow her to say any curse words.
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Now the threatening method of placing the sword on the opponent's neck is useless against this guy Hong Butian.
The youthful spirit he had at the beginning is gone, replaced by an old youtiao! (Sad)
"Humph!"
Zhao Zhuji glared at Hong Butian fiercely, snorted coldly, turned away, closed her eyes and crossed her legs to continue practicing.
"Then please go back and don't disturb my defeated general who is practicing here."
"Really, what does it mean for you, a grown man, to run to my house all day long?
If you see something I shouldn’t see, wouldn’t I suffer a big loss?”
Zhao Zhuji frowned and said: "Why haven't the senior sisters and sisters who maintain law and order arrested you and taken you to the commandment hall to copy the rules?"
"Ha, if you don't want me to come in, can't you just close the door and open the formation?"
Hong Butian raised his eyebrows: "Then I came here and you opened the door and closed the formation. I even knocked on the door and asked you if you could come in. You agreed."
"Nonsense, we are somewhat friends after all. Can I not let you in?"
Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but said: "Obviously you found the opportunity to sneak in when I forgot to close the door and open the formation!
They even pretended to be polite and asked me if they could come in, which made me unable to get off the stage!"
"Oh, you just forget to close the door every time I come here, right?
Just kidding, your door is always open and unlocked, but it opens whenever I touch it. What does that mean?"
Hong Butian rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "It means you have a poor memory in the first place, and you blame me for this. It's really...
Ha! You will bully an honest person like me!"
"You have such a bad memory! You, you, Hong Butian, don't you..."
Zhao Zhuji took a deep breath, she almost choked to death with the breath of spiritual energy she just had.
No wonder the elders often say that you can’t practice while talking distractedly, otherwise you will get the spiritual energy stuck in your throat or something.
"Go, go, go, hurry up, go faster!"
Zhao Zhuji pushed Hong Butian out of the door with an impatient expression, and slammed the door: "Don't bother me all day long if you have nothing to do in the future! You'll make me mad!"
"Uh..."
Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji's closed door, scratched his head, and looked confused.
When talking about the ranking of the cultivation realms that matter most to her, she actually got excited.
But he just said something about the other party's poor memory, and she suddenly became so excited, inexplicably as if she was very angry.
"It turns out she cares a lot about being said to have a poor memory?
That’s it, so did you say you accidentally hit the danger zone?”
Hong Butian scratched his head and turned away. People nowadays are really more difficult to understand than the last.
It would be great if the other party could write their emotions on their faces like Xiaoli Xiaoyang and others, even if they are deliberately pretending to be pretentious.
Hong Butian shook her head innocently, turned around and left. It would be better to wait a few days until her anger subsides before she apologizes.
"Think of a way, think of a way...how can we get out?"
Hong Butian muttered in a low voice: "The two guys I have been fighting against for so many years finally made it official. How could I not be there?
Coupled with their trust and expectations for me as their brother, no matter what, I can’t let them down!"
Hong Butian looked around the sect with his eyes wide open. The Wuliang Sword Sect shrouded in clouds and mist always made it difficult for him to distinguish between east, west, north and south when he first arrived, but it is getting better now.
"Well, which side of the wall is shorter and easier to jump..."
Hong Buyian covered his face again mid-sentence: "No, no, what am I talking about!
What is Qiantou? It’s not the private school I went to when I was a kid, Wuliangjian Sect. It’s a closed sect that relies on barriers!
They are completely different management models from the Five Elements Sect!
Really, I heard that the Five Elements Sect closed the mountain some time ago, and as a result, the group of disciples inside were driven crazy.
Our Wuliang Sword Gate is locked all day long, and I don’t see any senior brothers or sisters saying they can’t stand it.
Sure enough, the rules of Wuliang Sword Sect are still easier to sharpen the will of sword cultivators."
It's just that he understands that he must leave before May and get home before the wedding to avoid disappointment to his younger brothers and sisters.
"Well, think of a way, think of a way..."
Hong Butian had a headache and scratched his hair: "I can't imagine how a rookie like me in the Qi refining stage could open that barrier!"
He still has a very clear self-awareness of himself, and he did not become inferior just because he got second place in the martial arts competition. His family knows his own affairs.
When people praise him like that, they are being polite. If he really believed it, he would be a fool!
"Alas..."
Hong Butian couldn't help but sigh. It would be great if the person in charge of the barrier was as forgetful as Senior Sister Zhao Zhuji. What a disaster!
…………
Quietly watching Hong Butian's back disappear into the distance from the window, Zhao Zhuji looked away in a daze.
"Ahhh!"
Zhao Zhuji changed her usual calm and steady image and sat down in front of the door, leaning against the door with a look of regret on her face.
"What are you doing! Why do you have to drive him away!
Can't you just let him stay a little longer? I'm too stupid!"
Zhao Zhuji curled her lips and drew circles on the ground, with a melancholy look on her face. Suddenly she turned to look at the window, raised her hand and opened it with spiritual energy.
A white pigeon jumped in from the window, jumped on Zhao Zhuji's head and nestled.
"Thank you, Xingyu..."
Zhao Zhuji sighed.
"I'm asking you to help me look after him again. You did a great job and reminded me in a timely manner..."
In time, she quickly unlocked the door and closed the barrier...
"Gugu..."
"Huh? I don't know if this is called liking..."
Zhao Zhuji's voice floated softly: "It's just a feeling. I suddenly found that I felt a little happy looking at him and a little happy listening to him talk. That's all.
Ah ah, this can’t be said to be like, right? Isn’t this a normal affection between friends?”
"Gugu."
"Ah, why do you think you like him? His cultivation is so low..."
Zhao Zhuji was stunned for a moment and showed a serious expression: "Xingyu, you don't understand. This kind of thing may have something to do with cultivation. After all, if he was just a mortal, I would never meet him in this life.
But, sometimes, these things don’t feel so important, and they are just topics used for teasing and joking.
Just wait and see, his future achievements will definitely not be low.
Because he has embarked on his own path, no matter how difficult it is, he will keep walking.
I really didn’t mean to flatter him on purpose, that’s what I thought in my heart.
In my opinion, he is that kind of person, and he has taken action."
"Gugu."
"When did it start?"
Zhao Zhuji shook her head and said honestly: "I don't know."
"Gugu."
"Ah, I'm going to say that since I have that feeling, I have to at least be bold enough to try it, right?
If it is later confirmed that we didn’t really like each other at first, wouldn’t it be better to break up?”
Zhao Zhuji said with some uncertainty. She practiced hammering when she was a child and swordsmanship when she grew up, but she has never been exposed to this aspect. It shouldn't be too difficult, right?
"But I don't know what he thinks of me. If he refuses...
It’s not like he has a crush on me!"
Zhao Zhuji was a little crazy: "I've given you so many hints, why don't you at least show some clues and give me a hint?"
"Gugu."
"I didn't. I was just expressing my thoughts. Why should I feel shy!"
Zhao Zhuji sighed: "I'm just afraid that after being rejected embarrassingly, I won't even be able to be friends in the future."
"Gu"
"This is not humble, everyone has different ideas!"
"Gu"
"You're not being humble! Xingyu, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll pull your wings!"
"Gugu."
"I don't know, I don't know, oh, don't ask me!"
Zhao Zhuji sighed: "I don't know either, just take it one step at a time.
I'm lucky if I get it, but I'm lucky if I lose it. It's not like I can't live without it.
Don’t worry, I’m not a stupid person with a love brain, I’m very good at it!”
…………
"A sneeze!"*2
"Huh?"*2
Hei Yang Hongli looked at each other in confusion.
