In the world of laws, the most creative thing is the laws of time and space. In the world of the laws of time and space, many weird and alternative ways of using the laws have been born, and a large number of schools have also been born.

Feng Qinglang did not dislike that Feng Qinglang was a junior, and patiently watched the changes in her latest laws. She praised her several times and gave her pertinent opinions. On the road of laws, there is never the best.

Only what is most suitable for you, and often only the most suitable, will finally have the opportunity to find your own path.

After the exchange of martial arts finally came to an end, even the concert outside also came to an end. It was the stage of thanking the musicians. Fireworks bloomed in the night sky non-stop, painting all kinds of gorgeous patterns, and even the non-musicians in the square

Fan also stopped and looked up to watch. Seeing that Feng Qinglang still had no intention of opening the letter, Nan Xinghun had to say goodbye: "Well, I'm leaving then... Well, by the way, does Beatrice like you?"

Nan Xinghun deliberately let his eyes pass over the letter to make his words more natural, but after the words came out, he felt that the question was a bit stupid. Beatrice was in the auditorium of the arena, in full view of everyone, and suddenly

Taking the initiative to kiss Feng Qinglang became a hot topic some time ago.

Everyone said that the Nan family's little guard was lucky enough to have a stunning beauty fall in love with him.

Feng Qinglang thought about it seriously before replying: "I'm not sure, maybe... it's just a special feeling."

Nan Xinghun blinked narrowly, trying to make the conversation between himself and Feng Qinglang more like a conversation between buddies: "What about you, do you like her?"

Feng Qinglang raised her eyes to look at the fireworks in the night sky, recalling the feeling that had surfaced in a certain moment. She felt that Beatrice was very much like the sunset, beautiful but unavailable, but not like fireworks, gorgeous but unable to last forever, with a faint hint of

Sourness swam through the lake of his heart, as if beautiful things could never belong to him.

With a smile on his face, he replied: "I probably just have a very special affection for her. Well, just like the two fireworks blooming in the night sky, each blooming with different beauty, maybe they appreciate each other,

The fireworks even passed each other, but before they had time to communicate more, they had already passed each other and disappeared into the night sky."

Nan Xinghun's heart trembled for no reason, feeling a bit unspeakably poignant, which seemed to touch the deepest part of Feng Qinglang's heart. Although it was just the tip of the iceberg, it was a glimpse, but he felt that Feng Qinglang was a little insincere, he just thought so.

, not his true inner wish.

She couldn't help but raise her head and look in the same direction as Feng Qinglang. The two beautiful fireworks had long since dispersed, leaving no trace, but more fireworks spewed upwards, filling the dark night sky.

On the other side of the garden square, there are two women who are also staring at the same night sky. Because of their extraordinary appearance, even if the fireworks are so beautiful, some passers-by who stop nearby will take the time to peek at them and snatch a lot of them.

Fewer eyeballs.

"Aunt Xiaofeng, the fireworks tonight are so beautiful!" Lan Dandan's neutral voice sighed softly.

"Hmm." Lan Xiaofeng looked thoughtfully at the colorful patterns in the night sky.

"By the way, Aunt Xiaofeng, why do you want to participate in the competition?"

"Is this your father's question or the Presbyterian Church's question?" Lan Xiaofeng immediately broke away from a certain emotional moment, and a light flashed in her eyes.

Lan Dandan shook his head and said: "No, no, Aunt Xiaofeng, don't be nervous, this is just my personal problem. You know, the last Mingguang session was very miserable. Only the leading instructor team came back, and the participating students

, none of them came back..."

Lan Xiaofeng sighed softly and said seriously: "I need to find a place in Mingguang. It will be of great benefit to the family in the future..."

"Um...Aunt Xiaofeng, do I still need to keep a low profile? I...I feel a little uncomfortable."

Lan Xiaofeng said seriously: "Dandan, do you still remember Luo Lingyun and the others? If I hadn't advised you to keep a low profile, you would have hung out with them when school first started, and what would have happened to you now."

Lan Dandan was silent. Situ Weiyang was made miserable by those dandies, and then those dandies were also made miserable by Feng Qinglang.

When she thinks of the name Feng Qinglang, she always feels a deep hatred. Just because of the existence of such a person, she can no longer establish any sense of superiority in front of Nan Xinghun.

She whispered: "Aunt Xiaofeng, I heard that during the main competition, the death rate is quite high. You and Feng Qinglang are team members, that..."

With that gentle tone and coquettish attitude, passers-by who were still peeking at them would never guess that Lan Dandan was suggesting Lan Xiaofeng find an opportunity to make Feng Qinglang cease to exist.

Lan Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "Dandan, please stop talking about this matter. It's best not to think about it for the time being... During the training camp, an old guy whose strength even I couldn't see clearly came to see Feng Qinglang's background in person.

,Then……"

The fireworks in the night sky were blurry for a moment, just like last night, the night was also streaked with a brilliant trajectory like fireworks, she continued: "Then, the old guy left very angry... Don't ask why, I did too

have no idea."

"Okay, Dandan, don't think too much and enjoy your time on campus."

"Oh, I understand, Aunt Xiaofeng..."

"..."

The music stopped, the fireworks dispersed, and Beatrice's letter was finished.

Feng Qinglang placed it neatly on the top shelf of the cabinet. In the shelf below it was a pile of scattered letters, piled up in a disorderly manner, mainly letters from Master Nan Ling.

If Mr. Nan Ling saw this scene, he would definitely be heartbroken. He claims to be a famous contemporary calligrapher, but his calligraphy is obviously in a state of being thrown away when it is full.

Beatrice's letter described her current situation, to the general effect that the progress of dividing the inheritance was going more smoothly than expected, and if she was lucky, she would be able to come back in time to take the final exam.

There seems to be a faint scent of longing in the letter, and it is precisely because of this scent that Feng Qinglang was able to enter the state of mind for a long time during this night of meditation.

The first three chapters have been run smoothly and smoothly, but the cultivation state of the fourth chapter is still not ideal. There are still some remaining tranquility pills that were refined before. Unfortunately, the help for the fourth chapter's cultivation is minimal.

Although he can clearly feel that his mental state is improving bit by bit, if he continues this slow progress, his life will still come to an end in more than half a year.

He must break through the bottleneck. This is a matter of time, and it is a matter of life and death.

The back mountain of Mingguang is a legendary place.

In the imagination of many people, the entrance there must be in a place with no roads and mountains. If there is no one to guide you, you will never find the entrance to the village with dark flowers and dark flowers.

Then there must be birds singing and flowers fragrant inside, and the scenery is picturesque. A group of old men with white beards like to fly around there when they have nothing to do. All kinds of rare birds and animals can be seen everywhere, and all kinds of rare medicinal materials are everywhere...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Feng Qinglang, led by Xia Kuangtu, arrived at the entrance of this legendary place.

It is just an inconspicuous small ravine. Apart from one or two exquisite small magic patterns placed at the entrance of the ravine to defend against ferocious birds and beasts, there is basically nothing special about it.

Xia Kuangtu smiled and said: "Don't be disappointed, Mingguang Back Mountain is just a title. In fact, it is everywhere. As long as it is the retreat of those old guys, it is Mingguang Back Mountain. Well, this is just their retreat.

one."

Kuangtu Xia was obviously a regular visitor. He opened the magic pattern lock with skillful gestures and entered it. A clear stream ran across the ravine. From time to time, fish jumped out of the water. Kuangtu Xia twitched his index finger and said with a smile, "You

It’s a blessing, the grilled fish here tastes first-rate. They chose this place to live in seclusion, which probably has a lot to do with the delicious food.”

Feng Qinglang could only smile in agreement. The purpose of his coming here was very simple. He wanted to visit the seniors who had practiced Jingxin and ask for advice. On this path, they must have gone further.

A few thatched huts are scattered on both sides of the creek. It's almost noon, and the white smoke is slowly misty. A young man is fishing by the river. If he hadn't been dozing off and drooling, the scene would have been quieter and more peaceful.
Chapter completed!