By the way, I changed my men's clothes into women's clothes on weekdays.
Lin Moyu is still sleeping. Su Ye injects most of her aura into her body.
After finishing these, she turned out of the restaurant and rushed to Qinghuang college.
Entering Qinghuang college again, Su Ye's mood is somewhat different.
The most important thing for her to come here is to find a skill suitable for her practice.
The library is the place where she hopes most.
Just as soon as I entered Qinghuang college, before I had time to think about it, I saw many students running north together.
Each one has a look of watching a good play on his face.
Listen to them whisper
"Go, go, go. It's said that two talents of Tianzi class in grade one are dueling."
"Oh? Is it? Who and who. "
"Nan Ying, the first in Tianzi class, and Yang Xuan, the second."
Students exclaimed
"Nan Ying? "Medicine King Valley South home?"
The two students passed by Su ye and kept chatting about gossip
"It is said that Nan Ying is the daughter of the valley master who is now acting for the medicine King Valley. That's the talent taught by Yaowang valley. It must be extraordinary. "
"Oh, what temporary generation? The medicine king has disappeared for decades. His father is modest. Otherwise, he would have become the official Valley master."
Some people can't help admiring and praising
"What kind of life is this? My father is the valley master of Yaowang Valley and the first person to refine medicine. I heard it looks very good. "
As he spoke, people around him sighed again.
"God is really unfair. He gave all the good things to one person."
Su Ye listened to these people's comments and her eyebrows moved when she heard the words "Yaowang Valley".
He lowered his eyes and touched the medicine King ring in his hand.
While thinking, he also walked along the flow of people to the place where the competition took place.
Nan Ying, the youngest daughter of the temporary Valley master of Nan family.
There is no intersection with Suqing. The only intersection is her sister and father.
Su ye went through her mind and turned the medicine King ring in her hand.
She still remembered the words left by the medicine King Nan Sheng to help him track down the murderer.
Although forty years have passed, the murderer may have died early.
Soon, she came to the competition venue.
From a distance, I saw a huge platform with two people standing on it.
Su Ye's eyelids moved when he saw the people on the stage.
A man was dressed in rich clothes and embroidered robes. His face was calm and handsome. In front of him was a tripod furnace, which was suspended in mid air, with smoke rising from it.
He is constantly putting his strength into it.
This is Yang Xuan.
On the other side, juxtaposed with him, not far away. A woman was wearing a long silk white dress, a jasper hairpin, willow leaf curved eyebrows, cherry red lips, and a standard beauty embryo's face.
With her eyes closed, the woman was filled with the smell of light green wood elements, and was constantly injecting strength into the cauldron in front of her.
Su Ye looked at her, raised her eyebrows and whispered
"Is that the tripod stove?"
As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly felt a complicated line of sight nearby.
As soon as Su ye turned her head, she found a thin man with red lips, white teeth and a long face staring at her.
At first glance, Su Ye felt a little familiar.
Then he looked at the man's Fox eyes and narrowed,
"You don't even recognize the tripod stove?"
That tone, that dislike, that full of distrust.