"Please ask the five young masters to write the answers on paper." The maid ordered that the five people present be given a piece of paper and a pen for each person.
After several people looked at each other, they all started writing.
But just as he was about to move, the son of Beiyuan Sword Lord snorted coldly without looking sideways: "Anyone who enters the third level with me will die!"
The palms of the people who were writing all trembled, and one of them even dropped his brush to the ground.
As early as the arrival of Beiyuan Sword Lord's son, they had decided to retreat.
Everyone knows that this person is domineering and arrogant. How can there be a good outcome if he competes with her for women?
After the three of them looked at each other, they put down their papers and pens in a tacit understanding and left the villa without saying a word.
When leaving, they all quickened their pace, fearing that the last one would stay and become the target of revenge by the son of Beiyuan Sword Master.
As a result, Xia Qingchen was the only one left present.
He held a pen and paper in his hand, but he couldn't even write anything. He just said lightly: "She is bored, and I am even more bored! If you have any other tricks, use them as soon as possible!"
The maid couldn't help but look at Xia Qingchen a few times. Even though Beiyuan Sword Master's son clearly threatened him, she actually stayed indifferently.
Moreover, she observed that from beginning to end, he did not even look at the son of Beiyuan Sword Master.
That is not ignoring, but ignoring, completely ignoring the other person.
The one who also noticed him was, of course, the son of Beiyuan Sword Master. He folded his hands on his chest and glanced at Xia Qingchen from the corner of his eye with cold eyes: "What's your name? I'll let someone build a monument for you later!"
If Xia Qingchen left late and was accidentally left in the third level, he would be able to let him go if he was in a good mood.
But this man didn't even move at all, which shows that he has no respect for him!
"No one is talking to you, shut up." Xia Qingchen glanced at him, then looked at the maid expressionlessly.
The latter couldn't help but look surprised, and looked cautiously at the son of Beiyuan Sword Master, whose face was ashen.
How dare someone on Linlang Island dare to speak to the son of Beiyuan Sword Master like this?
It’s incredible!
"I don't want to talk to the dead anymore." A hint of cruelty flashed across the livid face of the son of Beiyuan Sword Master.
He made up his mind to fulfill his promise.
When the maid saw this, she had no choice but to proceed to the third level as quickly as possible: "Since there are only two people left, let's go directly to the third level."
She led the way and led the two of them to the backyard.
The backyard is full of flowers and plants, and on a pavilion rising from the ground, a young woman wearing a peacock skirt, a cool expression, and a jade-like complexion is playing the piano.
There is a pot of tea and two tea cups in front of him.
Countless beautiful flowers bloomed around the pavilion, and they were so numerous that it was dazzling.
"In the third level, find a black rose. If you find it, you can hold the rose and climb up to the pavilion." After the maid finished speaking, she silently withdrew.
The son of Beiyuan Sword Lord stared at the girl playing the harp, changed from his wild and domineering attitude, and said politely: "Miss Yun, I asked for a piece of peony fairy dew from Wangyue Tower for you."
"I will give it to you later. I hope Miss Yun likes it."
It turned out that he rushed out of Wangyue Tower in a hurry, just to see Yun Huaxin.
Yun Hua didn't even raise his head, looking extremely aloof and arrogant. His voice was as gentle as water: "Young Master Han has a heart."
"Haha, here's it for you!" The son of Beiyuan Sword Lord laughed and looked around, looking for the black rose.
When he reaches this state, his eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary people, and finding a black rose among thousands of flowers is an easy task.
Suddenly, the remaining light caught a glimpse of a dark shadow appearing in a patch of green grass.
"Haha, I found it!" He stepped forward.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step forward, a strong wind blew up around me, destroying the flowers all over the ground.
For a time, thousands of flowers flew into the sky, scattering like flowers scattered by a goddess, charming the eyes.
The son of Beiyuan Sword Master subconsciously covered it with his sleeves. When the strong wind calmed down, he looked around and saw a young man in plain clothes holding a black rose with one hand on his back.
His figure is elegant and ethereal, like a descended immortal standing among the gorgeous flowers.
"How dare you! Put it down!" The son of Beiyuan Sword Master immediately looked sideways and shouted in a low voice.
He took a big step and rushed forward with a movement speed of 1,600 feet.
The distance between the two sides was only twenty feet. To him, it was only one step away.
puff--
With a fierce look in his eyes, he took a step forward and slapped Xia Qingchen on the head with his palm.
But what shocked him was that his palm clearly hit Xia Qingchen, but there was a sound of air breaking through.
When he took a closer look, he saw that there was Xia Qingchen somewhere in front of him. He disappeared out of thin air like a ghost, leaving only the lingering flowers.
Just as he was looking around, Xia Qingchen's gentle male voice came from the pavilion not far away.
"It's not easy to meet you." Xia Qingchen gently placed the rose in her hand on the table.
The son of Beiyuan Sword Master raised his eyes and his pupils shrank.
It's at least two thousand feet from here to the pavilion. How did the other party get there so quickly?
But no matter how it goes, going against the will of the son of Beiyuan Sword Master is the way to die.
"You are really looking for death!" The son of Beiyuan Sword Master was filled with murderous intent and walked over quickly with a sullen face.
But after walking a few steps, a nun holding rosary beads and wearing Buddhist robes appeared.
She saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, since the benefactor has already met the lady, I would like to ask Mr. Han to abide by the rules and come back another day."
The son of Beiyuan Sword Master stopped and looked at the nun in front of him with some fear.
His eyes changed again and again, and finally he looked at Xia Qingchen on the pavilion unwillingly, and rolled his sleeves bitterly: "Wait for me!"
No one on Linlang Island dares to treat the son of Beiyuan Sword Master like air!
On the pavilion.
Yun Huaxin stopped with her slender fingers, gently pressed the strings that lingered, and said without raising her head: "Master, please sit down."
She elegantly took the teapot and filled the other teacup with tea.
The fragrance of tea is overflowing, with a faint floral fragrance.
"This tea is made from flowers picked in spring, cooked in a thousand-year-old kiln, mixed with century-old fine dried spices, and brewed with rootless spring water." She said calmly.
But he only had tea in his eyes, and he never even looked at Xia Qingchen.
Xia Qingchen has never even glanced at the so-called scented tea. He is standing here, not tasting tea, but just delivering a letter: "I'm here..."
She took a sip of her own and interrupted Xia Qingchen's words: "If you have any questions about martial arts, I can answer them. If it's about love, please don't talk."
She has become accustomed to everyone who is lucky enough to drink tea with her, deliberately showing themselves to win her favor.
Therefore, let's give Xia Qingchen a warning first so that he won't waste his efforts.
Xia Qingchen took back what he said, wordlessly took out Tian Henchen's letter and placed it on the piano table.
However, Yun Huaxin didn't even look at it. He flicked his sleeves and robes and swept the letter to the ground. His expression was cold and unhappy: "I said, I won't talk about love, only martial arts."
What is the purpose of presenting a love letter in person?
Xia Qingchen's face was expressionless and he said calmly: "I'm not here to talk about martial arts, let alone romance."