"Huaihui? Isn't Huihui?" the young child laughed, "Whoever gave such a name?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Just name. Let's go."

The scholar was so casual that he turned around and rode his horse and left.

The farmer's daughter came over and asked with a blushing face: "Sister, who was that young man just now?"

The child looked at her and smiled and said, "Do you like him?"

The girl blushed with a round little face: "How can I deserve that young man who is so handsome?"

"Handsome?"

The child looked at the scholar's back and said, "That's right."

The scholar gave her the impression that he was sour, timid, and talked a lot.

When reminded by this girl, the young child recalled that Huaiyu was indeed a handsome man with extraordinary demeanor.

Especially when he talks, he has a charming look.

It is really a weird feeling that two feelings appear on the same person.

However, this little girl looked only eleven or twelve years old, and she looked cute and looked very cute. She was obviously a child, but she began to be in love with her young girl.

The child laughed.

The girl asked curiously again: "Sister, has that young man ever married?"

The child smiled and said, "I don't know this."

The girl asked again: "Is he the sister likes?"

The child shook his head: "Of course not. Little girl, I'm going up the mountain. Remember to take good care of my horse for me. Wait until my sister goes down the mountain to bring you some good things."

"Well! Sister, don't worry." The girl solemnly promised, and said, "My name is Jiuyue, I am born on the ninth day of the ninth month. What is my name?"

"You can call me young sister."

"Young sister."

"good."

The child patted her head and gave the last little money to the farmers' family. He asked them to help take care of Mo Tuan, so he said goodbye to them and climbed up the mountain alone.

On the way, I met many young men and women who also came to learn from their masters.

Most of them carry weapons and have martial arts.

This is the first time that young children have encountered so many martial artists of the same age as theirs.

Listening to them talking loudly and feeling their excitement, but their mood is always calm.

Everyone gathered in front of the mountain gate, waiting for Piaoyun Villa to open the mountain gate.

Today is the day when Piaoyun Villa chooses to choose an apprentice. At noon, the two boys opened the mountain gate and walked out and whispered: "The time is here! Each person comes to collect a number plate."

They held two thick stacks of silk in their hands.

Each piece of silk has a number embroidered.

The child followed behind everyone, went up to collect a piece of silk, and looked around and looked around.

The material of this silk is extremely expensive and the embroidery is exquisite.

Just a veil is valuable.

The child observed it briefly and found that in this moment, Piaoyun Villa had at least five or six hundred handkerchiefs.

It can be said that he is rich and powerful.

After Silkworm's hair was finished, the boy said loudly: "Look at the number on Silkworm in your hand. From one to one hundred, you can enter the villa."

Everyone was in an uproar.

The child looked down at his silk silk and said it was No. 56.

There are a total of five or six hundred people here, which means that only one-fifth of them can enter the villa and participate in the selection.

Everyone outside the 100th was very dissatisfied.

Someone shouted: "This is too unfair!"

The boy looked calm: "This is the rule of the owner."

"Isn't it because the owner of the manor chooses an apprentice who has good qualifications? What is the way to choose?"

"It's right, what if the one hundred people in front are mediocre?"
Chapter completed!