The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

"It's strange, the people from Fantian Temple and Huanyinmen haven't returned yet." Fang Qingya leaned against the pavilion and rubbed her chin in doubt, "Are they too idle?"

Chengfeng peeled an orange: "It's too busy, it's really a big deal if they don't leave."

"If they don't leave, it means that the important matter has not been resolved. If you think about it, the ban has not been lifted for so long. What else can it be for?"

It goes without saying that the inner ghost has not been caught yet.

Chu Jinsui sat in the pavilion, watching the light rain outside.

It has been a month since Fantian Temple and Huanyinmen came to Jianzong.

And after bumping into the mad Buddha in the woods last time, nothing happened, and a month passed in such a calm manner.

"Is it time for the competition?" She remembered.

Chengfeng slapped his thigh: "That's right! I almost forgot, the preliminary round will be held in three days."

"We still have to go to get the number in the afternoon. A few days ago, Senior Sister Su told us to practice seriously. She also said that we will be her junior sisters."

"Ah?" Fang Qingya's face collapsed, "Then you will also enter the inner door, what should I do?"

He had no doubts about Chu Jinsui's and Chengfeng's results in the competition: "You three are all in the inner door, and I'm the only one left in the outer door. Then I'm bored to death."

Chengfeng threw an orange to him: "Then why don't you work hard?"

Fang Qingya: "Please, big sister, is this useful because of my hard work?"

He pointed to his dark circles: "Look at me, haven't you worked hard enough? I feel like a scholar who has been sucked out of his energy by monsters now."

He has worked very hard, but he started too late, even if his talent is not bad, and it is difficult to catch up with the achievements of other disciples who have practiced for many years.

Chu Jinsui held his chin: "It's a bit similar."

Fang Qingya was discouraged.

Chengfeng comforted him: "Don't worry too, haven't you always been lucky?"

"Maybe when the time comes, all the opponents you draw will go wrong, so you won't win without a fight?"

Fang Qingya said helplessly: "I'm lucky, but it's not so good, right?"

The three of them were speechless, the pavilion was quiet, and the surface of the lake was rippled by the light rain.

Chengfeng and Fang Qingya peeled and ate oranges with relish, Chu Jinsui looked at the lake, the incense burner next to the fruit plate smoked up, mixed with the heat of the tea and floated high.

The aroma of citrus is mixed with the hot smell of cigarettes and tea, which has a special flavor on a humid rainy day.

"It would be great if we could stay quiet like this forever." Chengfeng said suddenly.

Chu Jinsui was startled: "Yes."

After she solves all those troubles, she must find a place with green mountains and green waters to live in seclusion.

At that time, you can live a leisurely life of drinking tea and watching the scenery every day.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help being a little dazed, and the voices of Chengfeng and Fang Qingya seemed to gradually become distant.

Until the token on his waist flickered.

She held the jade tablet: "It's Senior Sister Su."

"She said it was almost time, and she was waiting for us in the main hall."

"Okay, the rain just stopped." Cheng Feng stood up, "Let's go."

Fang Qingya sighed: "What's the rush, cherish the days when you can still see me now."

"At that time, we will be far away from the mountain gate, woo woo woo."

Chengfeng patted him: "It's as if heaven and man are separated forever."

"Have confidence in yourself, even if you can't do it this time, you can do it next time!"