"Peacock, you are a peacock. You look harmless to humans and animals, but you are black-hearted and evil on the inside. You know how to bully me all the time."

Huaqian was embroidering a purse while thinking about it, her embroidering posture was comparable to that of a villain.

She stayed in the house and worked all day, and her neck was so sore that she could barely embroider, so she had no time to find Qiao Feiyan.

Fortunately, Huaqian has always had a clear understanding of how much he owns. He knew that this purse would not be finished for a while, and he couldn't take Qiao Feiyan and Jia Shaolong to familiarize themselves with the venue for tomorrow's competition, so he called Yulu to take them Two people go.

The breeze is blowing, and the moon outside the window has already hung high at night.

Looking at the embroidery that was basically formed in his hand, Huaqian sighed and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

People's peacocks are all elegant and noble, with boundless beauty and dignity.

Her peacock is good, short and stubby, with wretched eyes, like a fat old bustard, and it's green.

With a small flower in his mouth, hey, it looks even greasy.

Hua Qian covered her face. Although Tang Jin is a pervert, she is a pervert with outstanding temperament and good-looking face.

If this thing was worn on him, she would feel that it was a humiliation to Tang Jin, let alone what others would think when they saw it.

What can do...

It was getting late, Huaqian lit a few lamps, wrapped in a quilt sadly, opened and changed the purse.

However, the eyelids gradually drooped.

Huaqian got a good night's sleep after working hard all night yesterday, but today she embroidered for another day and didn't even take a nap.

Now that the drowsiness was coming, Hua Qian rubbed his eyes, yawned and leaned on the bedside, his eyes gradually became blurred, and his movements became more and more sluggish.

In the end, couldn't hold it anymore, and fell into a dark dreamland with head resting on the bedpost.

In the hall brightly lit with candles, several major sect masters sat one by one, all respectfully flattering Tang Wu who was sitting on the high seat.

Their sects were originally connected with the Yujimen. In recent years, Tang Wu has become the leader of the martial arts, and the Yujimen has naturally become the number one sect in the Jianghu.

Profit is at the top of the list, and we share weal and woe. Naturally, these vassals also ascended to heaven, and developed into a first- and second-class sect that is well-known in the Jianghu.

Tang Wu was quick and generous, and never stingy with them. The few of them have gained a lot of benefits in these years, and they are devoted to Yujimen wholeheartedly.

The most important thing is that anyone with a discerning eye can see that the most precious thing about Yuji Sect is the next Sect Master, Tang Jin.

The old man's bravery is finally in the dusk, and the rivers and lakes are ups and downs. The continuation of a school's glory depends on a steady stream of new forces.

Tang Jinnai is a martial arts genius rarely seen in a century, and now he is already among the first-class masters in the Jianghu in just a weak year, and now he has black crystal black iron as the fan of the knife, adding wings to a tiger, not to mention the powerful Jade Machine Sect behind him resource supply.

Martial arts, intelligence, and character are all well-known in the world, and are praised by all parties. Waiting for more qualifications, even the position of the leader of the martial arts is also in his pocket.

As long as he is there, it is no problem for Yujimen to continue its glory for another hundred years.

With such a sweet pastry in front of them, these sects must be clinging to the thigh of Yujimen to eat delicious food.

It's a pity that the young leader has already promised a marriage, and they will get married in the spring of next year, otherwise they will have to find a way to get married with Yujimen even if they squeeze their heads.

Everyone in the hall talked and laughed at Yan Yan, flattered each other, each thinking about fame and fortune in their hearts.

Tang Jin was leaning on the bench, with a consistent smile on her face, and she played with the fan of the knife impatiently as she flicked her fingertips lightly.

This group of people is really noisy, they all look like ghosts and ghosts, they only think about gaining fame and fortune all day long, they can't say anything except flattery, it's very boring.

Someday he'll have to kill them all.

Tang Jin looked down at the picture of peacocks inhabiting on the fan, and Hua Qian's angry appearance could not help appearing in his mind.

She knew that if she asked her to embroider peacocks, she would be so angry but there was nothing she could do.

Thinking of this, Tang Jin's eyes were filled with a smile.

"Jiner, Jiner?"

A majestic and deep voice sounded, and Tang Jin's eyes flashed a hint of impatience and irritability of being disturbed, but when she raised her eyes, she already had an impeccable smile on her face.

"What's the matter with father?"

Tang Wudao: "Tomorrow is the Gathering of Heroes. Daoist Luo Fu has not arrived yet. Now that the Demon Cult is raging, if Daoist Luo Fu really makes trouble on the way, we still have to be prepared."

Tang Jin said with a slight smile, "Daoist Luo Fu is world-class in martial arts and has a noble character. He is not a perfidy. Since he has agreed to go to sea to help him, I think he will definitely come as promised. Father don't have to worry about it."

The heads of other sects also echoed: "Although Daoist Luo Fu is famous far and wide, our morale will be even higher with him. But counting now, Daoist Luo Fu has reached the age of hearing. It depends on us martial arts people."

"That's right, when the leader of the Qunyinghui Young Alliance wins the first place tomorrow, the prestige of the Yuji Sect will be even greater, and it will be a matter of course to lead all the sects to attack the Demon Sect."

Tang Wu was still a little worried, he wasn't worried about Daoist Luo Fu himself, but if there was any mistake in Daoist Luo Fu's plan, which would damage the interests of Wulin League and Yujimen, then he would definitely not be able to stand idly by .

Just as Tang Wu wanted to discuss with everyone again, he saw Tang Jin had already got up and said leisurely.

"It's getting late, Tang Jin still needs to prepare for tomorrow's Qunyinghui, so I will leave first."

Tang Wu nodded: "Jin'er, tomorrow is your personal battle, don't be careless."

"Yes."

Tang Jin put away the knife and fan with a smile, bid farewell to everyone, then turned and left.

Naturally, he didn't want to go back to his room to rest, but to sleep with the same flower.

However, after leaving the main hall, Tang Jin did not go to Fuxiangyuan immediately, but went back to the room to take a bath and burn incense and lavender.

Holding the clothes in his hands, Pei Yuan looked puzzled at Tang Jin who was arranging his clothes in front of the mirror.

Why is the young leader so excited tonight? What time is it? I have tried five or six sets of clothes and I am still not satisfied.

In the end, Tang Jin chose an iris blue brocade robe with a round neck.

Not only because Hua Qian once said that he looks good in blue.

This wide-sleeved long shirt is easier to take off.

Tang Jin looked at the long and tall figure in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her eyes were smiling under the flickering candlelight, the waves of light shone brightly, and the joyful spring on the brows made Pei Yuan dazzled.

Everything was well prepared, Tang Jin was overwhelmed with emotion, turned and left the room.

His feet were light, and he arrived at the Floating Fragrance Temple in a short while after performing lightness kung fu.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard is tangy, and the floating fragrance stirs up the dark feelings under the moonlight.

At night, the door of Huaqian's room was locked from the inside. Tang Jin tidied up her clothes and knocked on the door lightly, but no one responded for a long time.

He decisively turned over and entered through the side window.

The room was silent, Tang Jin went around the screen and walked inside, and saw Hua Qian was already sleeping soundly on the bed.

The original anticipation and urgency in his heart suddenly became like a squib, and he was very annoyed. He walked up to lift up his clothes and sat on the side of the bed, squinting at Huaqian.

He said he would come tonight, so he didn't wait for him.

Originally, Tang Jin wanted to shake Hua Qian awake, and then punish her severely.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face hugging the pillow under the hazy moonlight, his hand snapped, and the poor conscience left him so that he didn't kill her in the end, and instead caressed her face.

Hua Qian unconsciously rubbed his palm while sleepy, and rolled over into the bed murmuring.

Tang Jin's breath froze.

So cute……

He also took advantage of the situation and lay on his side beside the bed, resting his head on one hand and quietly looking at Huaqian's sleeping face.

Her appearance is delicate and pretty, and now her long hair does not look like layers of coils in the daytime, but hangs lazily and loosely on the side of the pillow, like a fluffy and soft bunny who is defenseless.

Tang Jin couldn't help tugging at her hair, poked her face with her fingers, and pinched the tip of her nose. The soft and smooth touch made him enjoy playing with it.

Huaqian seemed to feel harassment in her sleep, she frowned, and moaned in a daze: "Don't make trouble, Tang Jin, I haven't finished embroidering yet, it's too difficult..."

Her voice was also Nuojiji with a hint of grievance.

Tang Jin raised his eyebrows lightly, and in the dark, he felt something between the beds. He took it out from the bed and saw it was a small purse.

Tang Jin raised her purse, and under the hazy moonlight shining into the room, she could vaguely see a chunky and slightly wretched peacock embroidered on it.

He couldn't help chuckling, put the purse on his face, closed his eyes and sniffed the faint pear fragrance on the purse.

It was really hard for her.

In the early morning of the second day, Hua Qian yawned and stretched and got up, suddenly remembered the purse that had not been changed, and quickly opened the quilt to find it.

However, there was nothing on the bed. She scratched her head and even took apart the pillow, but she couldn't find it. She was anxious whether Tang Jin would lose her temper again, when she suddenly found a long hair beside the pillow.

She pinched it and looked at it, suddenly surprised.

Did Tang Jin come here last night?

It's not because she's thoughtful and intelligent enough to spot differences in hair at a glance.

It is that although the hair of ordinary people is black, there will be some color difference, especially for the ancients because the hair is too long and it is inconvenient to wash, so there will always be various frizzy, rough and split ends.

However, Tang Jin's long hair is as black as inkstone, without adding a trace of variegation, and the entire length of hair is shiny and smooth like flowing water.

A waterfall of green silk pours down, sometimes even overwhelming.

It was hard not to realize that the hair belonged to him.

Hua Qian stretched out his hand to touch the bed beside him, and there was still a lingering warmth.

Since Tang Jin had been here, he probably took the purse away.

Hua Qian breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer anxious.

She put on her clothes and called Yulu to come into the room to dress up.

Today is the gathering of heroes. In the morning, there will be a ceremony of sacrifice to the mountains, the first sacrifice to the heaven and the earth, the second sacrifice to the mountains and rivers, and the third sacrifice to the martial arts ancestors who sacrificed to eliminate the devil and defend the road.

Although Hua Qian is not a martial arts hero, as the daughter of Yu Qingwen and his wife, Tang Wu specially sent someone to instruct her to participate in the ceremony.

Hua Qian knew what Tang Wu meant, and her existence was a sign to boost morale and eliminate demons.

It is to warn everyone that if the demon sect is not eradicated, the end will only be the same as the Yu family.

Hua Qian didn't care about this either, as long as she was not allowed to give a speech in public.

So embarrassing.

Yulu combed her a neat high ponytail.

Holding the long hair in his hand, Yu Lu suddenly let out a sigh.

Hua Qian asked, "What's wrong?"

Yulu was a little puzzled: "Miss, your hair is a little uneven, like a strand has been cut off."

The author says:

Tang Jin failed again to dedicate himself