I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 8 The girl keeps the sword
After Liu Dingfang went out, Lu Qi waved his hands indifferently, and then said with a sly smile: "It doesn't matter if he leaves, his nostrils are in the air all day long. I, a descendant of the old noble family of the dynasty, are not like him. He is a rich man." My son, he is on his best behavior."

Li Lang knew Lu Qi's temperament, but he was also generous and did not hold anything in mind, so he joked: "What? Are there any other young nobles who go to the pawn shop every now and then? A soft mallet is not as good as a needle!" Brother Lu!"

Lu Qi was stunned when he heard this. After he came to his senses, he really didn't mind. Instead, he smiled more cheerfully: "They are all external things, they are all external things. Come on... I just became my mother yesterday. The jade Buddha I used next to me has been exchanged for a few jugs of good wine. Let me have a round first."

After saying that, he took out some bottles and cans from the box under the bed, as well as a few things wrapped in oil paper. There was a strong smell of meat.

Ming Bi smelled the smell and swallowed subconsciously. Then his face turned red, he lowered his head and moved his toes.

"Brothers! You're welcome, eat! Drink! I'll tell you again about the past when the Queen ascended the throne, when she was still a royal princess." Lu Qi shouted, unable to hold back the emotion that was about to pour out. Narrate desire.

He really can't change.

Fortunately, this is the Qingyang Temple of the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, far away from the capital.

If you dare to talk casually about the Queen in the capital, and someone hears about it, you may lose a few layers of your skin.

After eating and drinking, Lu Qi fell down and went to sleep. Mingbi just had a few drinks, but his face was red. He was talking nonsense beside Li Lang, his little bald head was pricked as if he was fishing.

Li Lang hit the Jade Pillow acupoint on the back of Mingbi's head with one finger, and used the technique of tapping the acupuncture points in the Flushing Sleeve Kung Fu to make Mingbi lie down obediently. After putting up the quilt for him, he went out again.

Just now it was a blessing to Toluqi, who took a lot of tonic, but now he has to find a place to enter a sweatshop to recruit clones and continue to practice hard.

Through Lu Qi's words in the past few days, Li Lang also knew how terrifying the top geniuses in this world can be.

Those existences are even more exaggerated than cheating.

Someone can be born with the nine orifices open and have innate magical powers, which means that they have the power of the middle three combinations in the three combinations from the moment they are born.

Within a month, some people can practice a martial arts to the extreme, directly combine the small three, gather supernatural powers, and enter the door of all wonders.

There are also people who can admire the natural scenery, learn martial arts by themselves without a teacher, and have unparalleled understanding.

For example, the empress of the Qian Dynasty was born with nine orifices of her eyes, and a pair of wise eyes could directly discern the true and false, and see into people's hearts.

Few people could hide their true intentions from her.

Compared with this kind of people, even if Li Lang shows a certain degree of martial arts talent, he will not appear too exaggerated.

And in a sect like Qingyang Temple, which has a fairly 'normal' sect, showing a certain amount of talent is more beneficial to growth.

Moreover, the true horror of Li Lang's sweatshop has not yet been revealed.

If he has enough energy and blood medicine to supplement, he can recruit hundreds or even hundreds of clones to practice martial arts together in a short period of time. The speed of improvement is unimaginable.

Of course, no matter how urgently Li Lang needed more resources, he decided to follow the plan, which would be eye-catching but not dazzling.

As we all know, the ones that are easy to lose their light are A and D, even if they are patched leaves.

By the Xixin Lake, under the familiar big tree, Li Lang began to get into position and practice the Sleeve Flicking Technique.

When it comes to training, of course it is more about familiarity and thorough digestion of feedback from sweatshops.

Although after Dacheng, every step forward is ten times more difficult than before, but with a large number of clones for training, Li Lang's improvement is still very obvious. Almost every punch and palm struck was stronger than the previous moment.

This would make his movements inconsistent. If you have poor eyesight, you would only see the ugliness of his movements and not know the power contained in them.

"Poof! Senior sister! There is a young monk practicing martial arts over there. He must be practicing the Sleeve Flushing Kung Fu! Why does it look like he is wiping the floor with a rag?" A cute and lively voice came from behind Li Lang.

Li Lang heard the voice and turned around suddenly, only to see three beautiful girls walking from the end of the forest, accompanied by Senior Brother Zhao who had led Li Lang to Xixinyuan last time.

Senior Brother Zhao nodded slightly at Li Lang, but made no intention of introducing the three girls.

Li Lang was not shy like a young man, so he just raised his eyes and looked at the third girl.

"Small round face, big eyes, fair skin, thin lips, two thick braids, a bright goose yellow embroidered knee-length skirt, trousers and small round-toed leather boots. I put a lot of thought into dressing up, but She tried her best, this is the girl who just said I looked like I was mopping the floor with a rag."

"Melon-shaped face, pointed beauty, slightly yellow skin, thick lips, slightly open eyebrows, slightly loose stance, wearing a lake green slim-fitting long skirt, and a belt on the waist that I put some thought into, making the waist appear thinner and slightly covering up the body The problem with the lack of curves is that he is a bit cautious, he may have had some experience in driving meat, and he should be the one with the longest seniority and the most experience among the three."

"Oval face, black eyebrows and big eyes, skin as clear as white jade, long black hair simply tied up with a red headband, dressed in red and yellow, no match, but with a straight waist and a sassy temperament, it makes this messy outfit look perfect. They look great in contrast, among the three, they have the best looks and the best temperament."

Li Lang roughly summarized the most memorable aspects of the three women, and then silently made special labels, classifications, and rankings for them in his heart.

In case of need, you can quickly call up the information and check the seats.

These are all acquired through practice in the past. They are almost occupational diseases and cannot be changed in a short period of time.

At this moment, Li Lang even began to estimate the difficulty of the strategy based on this first impression.

"The difficulty level is three stars for small round faces, but it requires careful cooking over low heat, as it may stick to your teeth."

"With oval face, if it were me now, the difficulty would be five stars, but if I had Liu Dingfang's financial resources, the difficulty would be about two stars."

"Oval faces are not easy to comment on. Among the types I have been exposed to in the past, this type is relatively rare. Although many northern girls have this temperament, it is more stomach-consuming."

When Li Lang looked at the three women, the three women also looked at Li Lang.

The melon-faced person asked directly: "Are you of Hu descent?"

Li Lang shook his head: "No!"

"Then... you look very strange!" the little round face said quickly again, and his cheeks turned red after speaking.

Li Lang had reason to suspect that what she actually wanted to say was that she was pretty.

It doesn't matter, don't argue with her.

Seeing that Li Lang and the three women seemed to be communicating, Senior Brother Zhao said: "Junior Brother Li! These three are high disciples of the Junshui Sword Sect. This time they came to our Qingyang Temple to carve monuments and leave swords."

Li Lang looked at Senior Brother Zhao with a questioning look on his face.

What does this mean?
He doesn't know!
However, Senior Brother Zhao had no intention of explaining it to Li Lang in more detail. He turned around and said to the three girls: "Three Junior Sisters! Go up the mountain this way. Senior Uncle Xueya has been waiting on the mountain for a long time."

(End of this chapter)