Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Facing the fierce words of life is like a knife, which directly stabs everyone present. The appropriate alcohol stimulation, low and penetrating voice, perfect emotional investment and rich life experience make Jiang Wuchen interpret these lyrics incisively and vividly.

The charm of music is fully displayed at this moment.

"You can't get what you want, but you can't get it. There's no wise man in love..."

Jiang Wuchen finished perfectly again.

The scene was silent. Wu Mei at the backstage entrance felt her whole body tight, her hair stood up, and her tears couldn't help flowing down.

"What's the matter with me... Why is it like this? I'm not a person eager for love. I'll never desire it. I don't need a man, I'll never need it..." Wu Mei thought gnashing her teeth.

Women's words are always the opposite. The more they say they don't need it, the more they need it sometimes.

The lyrics sung by Jiang Wuchen were repeated in her mind again and again: "who put a cold gun in your heart

, the oath of old love is like a slap in the face. Whenever you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face... "

Cold shots, vows, slaps, slaps.

For a moment, Wumei felt that her heart was about to break. In the deepest part of her mind, the man with excellent posture, maturity and stability finally appeared again.

Mei's tears burst the bank.

"I thought... I would forget, but I didn't expect... I haven't forgotten all my life."

Thirty years ago, Dongling Mountain, Lingxiao terrace, Wumei entry, the first thing I saw was the mature and steady man called Tang Sheng

Love usually takes place in a moment, and the love that takes place in a moment is most unforgettable, because it comes violently, suddenly and unprepared.

And this moment of love is usually remembered for a lifetime.

It's like first love! Everyone will have it. As long as he is a normal person, he will never forget the beauty or unforgettable memory of his first love in his life, whether it is Jiang Wuchen, a prodigal son in love, or Wumei, who can't love all his life.

This is the magic of love.

The warm applause broke out at the scene and immediately pulled Wu Mei's mood back again. She felt her nose sour and couldn't help but wipe her tears with her hands. Fortunately, no one paid attention around her, and the most important thing is that Jiang Wuchen didn't pay attention, because Jiang Wuchen turned his back to her.

The women's League students around the stage cheered and shouted. They reluctantly asked Jiang Wuchen to sing another song. Huang Yumo even ran onto the stage and hugged Jiang Wuchen to offer a kiss. The little girl was completely released today. She had been in the martial arts school for more than two months, and her nervous tension was finally released.

Zheng Shao drinks with a glass of beer on his mind. He seems to be an outsider. It can be said that he is one of the few people who are not infected by Jiang Wuchen's singing.

The person he has been thinking about is big Joe. He is a single celled animal. As long as he thinks about something, nothing else can get in.

The person who felt the strongest at the scene was not Wu Mei or Meng youruo, but Luo Yun, who cried in the dark. She covered her face with her hands and cried in a mess. No one could understand her sadness

Meng youruo, sitting in the distance, felt her throat dry and picked up the juice in front of her. She felt something different. She remembered that when she left just now, the juice seemed to be only half a cup, and now there is more than just now.

She looked around cautiously and didn't find anything special. She smelled it gently with her nose. If someone played tricks in her cup, she could tell.

It's still pure orange juice flavor, without any special features.

As like as two peas, she sighed, and thought that she was too suspicious. She took a sip of it and had no smell. It was just like the orange juice just now. She relaxed at the moment, but she didn't drink it, so she put it back on the table.

At this moment, some other disciples began to exit one after another. Among them, Lin Xiong took the lead. He came here to have a lesbian relationship with the female disciples of the sword sect, rather than watching Jiang Wuchen's clothes. Now NIMA is out of control and has become his own concert.

Lin Xiong felt dull here. Watching those women's League students, especially Huang Yumo, cuddle and kiss Jiang Wuchen on the stage, he was envious and jealous.

These disciples of Jianzong were also attracted by Jiang Wuchen, which was meaningless.

Staying here has lost its original meaning. Lin Xiong finds that boss Bai Yubing doesn't seem to be here. Looking at these women around Jiang Wuchen, he can't touch or eat. He might as well go out for fun.

This time, no matter what the women's League students said, even the disciples of the sword sect joined in, Jiang Wuchen resolutely stopped singing.

Huangyumo's wine strength came up and he was a little dizzy. He had to ask Jiang Wuchen to send her back to the dormitory in person.

Jiang Wuchen is the most important person invited by the female disciples of the sword sect this time. He has not done anything yet. So he left? Absolutely not.

Huang Yumo said that Jiang Wuchen would not go, nor would she.

Meng youruo in the dark felt interesting when he saw this scene. The fellowship was obviously a Hongmen banquet for Jiang Wuchen. If the crazy girl went on, the disciples of the sword sect would not be able to get close. I'm afraid it would be difficult to use her tricks. The crazy girl was virtually protecting Jiang Wuchen.

She believes that Huang Yumo doesn't know the ultimate idea and purpose of Wumei and others, and she doesn't have the conditions to know it.

Jiang Wuchen came down from the stage. Wuyu came over with several female disciples of the sword sect. With thousands of layers of tenderness between her eyebrows, she said, "senior brother Wuchen, I didn't expect you to sing so well. Junior sister, I give you a toast."

"Hey, don't try to intoxicate my highest fortress, I'll drink with you!" Huang Yumo grabbed the glass and drank it.

Several women of Jianzong looked and their faces were angry.

Wuyu said: "elder martial sister, although we are not disciples of the martial arts academy, we respect the martial arts academy and have no hostility. Today we set up a fellowship here to communicate and deepen each other's feelings. What do you mean by facing us everywhere?"

"Hahaha, guess what it means?"

"If you want to share wine, I'll tell you!" one of the female disciples said, "dare you?"

"Come on, come on!" said Huang Yumo. As a result, he became drunk in Jiang Wuchen's arms.

She was not good at drinking. Before Jiang Wuchen sang, she had drunk a lot of mixed liquor. Just now she drank that glass of strong liquor, as if the last straw had overwhelmed her.

Jiang Wuchen smiled bitterly and said, "sisters, please send her back to rest!"

Wu Yu smiled and said, "why don't you let me send her away?"

"You? Hum, you want to bully her." Er Qiao angrily said, and then ordered several girls around him to send Huang Yumo away.