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Mu Qing had long since seen Jiang Feng from the corner of her eyes. When she heard Jiang Feng's praise, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey, but she didn't dare raise her head.

Jiang Feng was speechless for a moment as well. The two of them stood there like idiots for ten minutes, both of them laughing out loud.

"Goo …" The stomachs of the two shrieked.

Of course, the two of them were hungry for the morning tea on Painting Street when they got up so early.

Just like that, the chatroom opened up as Jiang Feng happily brought Mu Qing to the tea market.

Morning tea, tea city was not a place for drinking and drinking. Although there was still tea for sale, it was more like a street for people to fry, fry, cook, fry, and stew.

Jiang Feng almost couldn't believe his eyes, especially since there was a pancake and fruit seller in the tea market. It seems that there is no space for the wisdom of the working people to eat.

After the morning tea, the two went to see the song story. It was a bit similar to the one-way crosstalk on Earth, but the one that laughed was simply too weak compared to the crosstalk on Earth.

However, there was Mu Qing sitting beside Jiang Feng. After listening to a wandering story, he not only stood up and called out three times, but he also rewarded 10 gold coins for the story.

It was almost noon when Jiang Feng and Mu Qing chose a restaurant called the Food Pavilion.

He originally thought that the word "food" meant "enough to eat", but when he arrived at the restaurant, he realized that it meant "eat while soaking" at his feet.

In the yellow light of the single room, the bathtub was placed under the dining table. Honey, animal milk, flower petals, etc., were added at the request of the guests. There was also a small, itchy fish that could bite your foot, even if you wanted to.

No one came to disturb her after the dishes were served. The moment Mu Qing took off her shoes and socks, Jiang Feng saw Mu Qing's slender feet. His mood was no worse than when he first saw Mu Qing today.

Jiang Feng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Mu Qing pulled up her skirt, revealing her indistinct calves.

"Humph!"

Under the hidden environment, Mu Qing's heartbeat quickened as she was watched by Jiang Feng. She gave a light, shy snort, and Jiang Feng realized that he had lost his composure. He withdrew his gaze and blushed.

There was less idle chatter as the two of them finally arrived at the Poetry Pavilion at dusk, the meeting place of the Ming An City.

It was rumored that his girlfriend was angry, so what should he do? Take her to the Poetry Pavilion once, or twice!

Indeed, the Poetry Pavilion was simply too beautiful.

It was not a simple pavilion, but a group of pavilions. Under the setting sun, this pavilion group was like a girl wearing a golden veil.

"This is the Poetry Pavilion. No wonder so many people wanted to come." Mu Qing said.

Jiang Feng was surprised and asked, "Has Teacher Mu never been here before?"

Mu Qing teased him and asked, "I've been busy with research and studies, how could I have the time? Teacher Jiang, on the other hand, has been considerate throughout the journey. It's obvious that you're a regular patron here! "

Jiang Feng would never play with Mu Qing's tricks. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm indeed a regular customer here, but unfortunately, because I don't have any female companions, I get beaten out of here every time!"

Mu Qing chuckled and the two of them walked into the pavilion shoulder by shoulder.

As soon as he entered the door, the Lady Boss of the Poetry Pavilion, Bai Xiang'er, walked in from across the room.

Bai Xiang'er waved her small fan and asked Jiang Feng with a smile, "I wonder which pavilion young master is going to?"

This was his first time coming to the Poetry Pavilion, so of course he had to go to the first place, the Poetry Pavilion.

Not only that, the Painting Pavilion was holding the biggest poetry gathering in Ming An City today.

"Why is she here?" Upon entering the Painting Sect, Mu Qing frowned and said softly.

Jiang Feng asked, "Who?" "What's wrong?"

Mu Qing gazed at a lady in the distance as she stated, "Wang Xia, a cousin of mine."

What Mu Qing didn't say was that when she came to live in Wang Xia's house when she was young, she would rely on her seniority to steal from her.

Later on, when she grew up, Wang Xia restrained herself on the surface, but she still tried to rob Mu Qing of her family resources in secret.

"Aiya, isn't this sister Mu Qing!? This is? " Wang Xia also walked over when she saw Mu Qing. The person she was referring to was Jiang Feng.

"This is Jiang Feng, my colleague!" Mu Qing frowned.

Wang Xia sized up Jiang Feng and said, "He looks quite handsome. I wonder if Teacher Jiang is currently a middle-level or high-level teacher?!"

"Teacher Jiang is neither a high level teacher nor a low level teacher! Let's go sit over there. " As Mu Qing spoke, she pulled Jiang Feng and prepared to leave.

Wang Xia looked at Jiang Feng with much more fervor than before and said, "Aiya, who would've thought that Teacher Jiang would become an honorary teacher at such a young age! "I have always deeply admired and admired teacher …"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jiang Feng interrupted Wang Xia. He could also tell that Mu Qing and Wang Xia's relationship wasn't that much better than Sikong Da and Sikong Hua. He said, "I'm just a low-level teacher!"

Wang Xia, who was trying to curry favor with Jiang Feng, immediately chilled. She did not even look at Jiang Feng and said to Mu Qing, "My good little sister, didn't you say that the person you like must be an unparalleled hero? "Why are you messing with this guy now!"

"You don't need to care about my matters!" Mu Qing's face darkened.

"Heehee!" Wang Xia shamelessly smiled and waved at a young man, who was walking over.

The young man was 1.8 meters tall and was dressed extravagantly. The folding fan in his hand was no ordinary item.

Wang Xia introduced, "Sister Mu Qing is my friend, called Zhou Quanzi. My family has a Spirit Stone business, and I have already cultivated to the 5th Heavenly Layer."

From the inside, Wang Xia was showing off to Mu Qing on how much better her companion was compared to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing didn't want to argue with Wang Xia, so she ignored Zhou Jing and dragged Jiang Feng to another part of the pavilion.

Behind him, Wang Xia's voice could be heard, "Little Sister Mu Qing, even if you can't find the supreme hero, you have to find one that can support you! A low-level teacher is truly laughable! "

Truly, Uncle Zhen could tolerate it, but Aunt really could not!

Jiang Feng halted his steps. I am a dignified seventh heaven cultivator. How can a person who just won the three stone pillar prize a few days ago be unhappy with a small fry like you?

However, the moment Jiang Feng stopped, the force that came from the crook of Mu Qing's arm became even stronger.

Mu Qing, who was so angry that his face was swollen, shook her head with great difficulty at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't understand. Mu Qing wasn't someone to be easily bullied, but she was still obediently pulled away. She said as she walked, "I'll give her this chance. If she dares to ruin my date again, I won't forgive her!"

"Who's dating you!" Mu Qing said in displeasure.

After speaking, the two of them walked into the path of love within the Painting Pavilion.

Jiang Feng raised his arm that Mu Qing was holding and said, "It's already been so tight, why aren't you calling it a date!"

"You, you scoundrel!" Mu Qing quickly dismissed Jiang Feng and turned her head to the side.

Jiang Feng pointed at a painting beside him and said, "Teacher Mu, look!"

Mu Qing's face flushed in embarrassment.

It turned out that before entering the love road, Jiang Feng had used bad methods and threw thirty gold coins into the cash box. Now, all the landscape paintings, landscapes, portraits, were all replaced with sketches of Jiang Feng and Mu Qing by the painter.

He didn't know if the heavens were trying to make a beauty out of it or if it was the work of a painter, but a light breeze was blowing along the road.

One by one, the paintings began to make sounds. Mu Qing's hair was fluttering in the wind. The gentle path made it hard for people to distinguish between which one was in the painting and which was themselves.

"Teacher Mu, are you willing …" Jiang Feng grabbed Mu Qing's hands and held them in front of his chest.