Is this girl cultivating immortality? Yunling finds out!

Chapter 29 Bet
The night is as dark as ink, with no moon or stars.

The chirping of insects and the crackling of the campfire make the moment seem even more quiet and silent.

After Bai Xiaotang said this, her face turned red.

But she still pouts and stares at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Hey, what do I think?"

Lu Yu casually added two pieces of dry firewood and said with a smile:
"Isn't it just a little stuttering? What's there to be disgusted with?"

Bai Xiaotang carefully looked at Lu Yu's face repeatedly, and confirmed that he did not have a look of disgust. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hot little face, and said with his head down:

"I, I, I, I talked to my senior sister, and we didn't talk like that either."

"Oh?"

Lu Yu looked up at Bai Xiaotang and asked:

"I remember Ningyu said she often chatted with you. What about you?"

"No, not like that."

"Hmm, I see. Then your little problem is probably caused by psychological reasons."

"In your heart?"

Bai Xiaotang gently covered his chest with a puzzled look on his face.

Lu Yu nodded and said:

"To put it simply, you're just nervous."

"Nervous?"

Bai Xiaotang was slightly stunned, and the scene of absorbing Lu Yu's icy spiritual power that day flashed through her mind. The blush that had just faded covered her face again.

"That's weird, why are you so nervous about talking to me?"

Lu Yu pointed to his face and said jokingly:
"Could it be that I'm too handsome?"

Bai Xiaotang turned her head away and dared not look at Lu Yu again, but the scene of that day could not be erased from her mind.

Lu Yu's thick nose, trembling eyelashes, thick lips
"You...you are so dishonest!"

Bai Xiaotang suddenly said this out of nowhere, leaving Lu Yu confused.

"I'm not honest? How am I dishonest?"

"you"

Bai Xiaotang was extremely embarrassed at this moment, and didn't know what was going on in his mind. He blurted out:
"You've passed out, but your tongue and head are still moving!"

"???"

In Wutong City, Fang Ningyu sat alone in the house.

She studied the ring she picked up that day for two days, but she made no progress and had no clue.

So he strung it on a necklace and hung it close to his chest, taking it out to study it whenever he had time.

Lu Yu's spiritual spear was also brought back by her and was now placed quietly on the table.

Seeing the object reminded her of the person, Fang Ningyu gently stroked the spirit spear, her eyes blank.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A knock on the door woke Fang Ningyu up.

"Junior Sister Fang, the competition is about to begin. Are you ready?"

Fang Ningyu let out a sigh, stood up and walked to the door.

"Brother Hou."

Standing outside the door was a young swordsman in a plain white satin robe, with a fair face, red lips and a handsome appearance.

The reason why I knew at a glance that this person was a sword cultivator.

This was because a snow-white long sword was floating beside him.

Generally, only sword cultivators who focus on killing can control their swords from a distance for a long time.

Moreover, if one has to keep holding the sword technique to control the sword, it will consume a lot of soul and spiritual power.

Ever since Hou Zhanping became a sword cultivator of the Zhengwei Sect of the Qingling Sect, whenever he had spiritual power in his body, he would hold the sword technique in his right hand tightly, and he would control the flying sword and practice at all times.

His teacher, Zhenren Zhengwei, once said: This boy has great perseverance and is a good candidate for swordsmanship!
His fellow students also took him as an example and practiced diligently without ceasing.

"Junior Sister Fang, I watched your competitions the past two days. Although you won both, I always felt that you didn't give it your all. You seemed a little... absent-minded."

After all, Hou Zhanping is also the chief disciple of Zhengwei Sect. His realm and vision are not as high as Fang Ningyu, so he can see that something is wrong at a glance.

Fang Ningyu did not explain, but just shook her head and said:
"Brother Hou, you're worrying too much. Since the competition is about to begin, I'll go." After saying that, he no longer paid any attention to Hou Zhanping and walked straight out of the yard.

Hou Zhanping was ignored, but he did not show any displeasure. He just hurried to catch up, and said comfortingly:
"Junior Sister Fang, don't be nervous. When you face her later, stay calm and play your best."

Listening to the nagging of the person behind him, Fang Ningyu frowned and stopped abruptly.

Hou Zhanping, who was following him, also straightened up, but heard Fang Ningyu ask:
"Brother Hou, have you placed a bet on this competition?"

"Ok?"

Hou Zhanping was stunned when he heard this, and quickly shook his head and said:
"How is that possible? I never gamble."

"Then why have you been coming to me every day these past two days? Either you're telling me strategies for dealing with the enemy, or you're analyzing my opponent's weaknesses. What does the outcome of my competition have to do with you?"

Fang Ningyu asked bluntly.

Hou Zhanping put on a smile and whispered:
"You have a bet with Junior Sister Hanyue. I hope you can win."

"What does my bet with her have to do with you? It's not you who's betting with her."

Fang Ningyu looked puzzled.

"Junior Sister Fang, don't say that. If you lose the bet, then..."

Hou Zhanping gave a bitter smile and was about to continue speaking when he saw Fang Ningyu waving her hand impatiently and said:
"Brother Hou, thank you for your concern, but this competition is my own business, so please don't worry about it. Goodbye."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Hou Zhanping stood in place, and seeing the beautiful woman's receding back, he couldn't help but sigh softly. He slowly loosened the sword in his hand, and the floating long sword fell into his hand.

"What's the problem?"

Hou Zhanping was puzzled.

Ever since he first saw Fang Ningyu after entering the sect, he fell in love with this beautiful and graceful junior sister at first sight.

After asking around, I learned that this was the daughter of the Lord of Wancheng, and she was born with pure gold spiritual roots. Both her identity and qualifications were far beyond ordinary.

Fortunately, he was born in the Hou family of Dongzhou, and his spiritual roots are also rare sword spiritual roots. It can be said that his status and qualifications are not much different, and he can be considered a match for his family.

Then the next step is how to please the other person.

No, no, no, that won’t work at the beginning.

I remember those stories said that at the beginning, you have to attract the girl's attention first.
Hou Zhanping thought hard for three days and finally came up with a cool idea - flying a sword.

From that day on, he always practiced the sword technique with his right hand, fearing that others would not know that he was a one-in-a-million swordsman.

With such great perseverance, his control over sword-riding far surpassed his peers of the same period, and he unknowingly became the chief disciple of Zhengwei Sect.

Now that my reputation has spread, it should attract the other party's attention, right?
Hou Zhanping was feeling pleased with himself and was just about to plan his next step when he suddenly heard some bad news.

Fang Ningyu got into a fight with someone and made a bet!

At first, Hou Zhanping didn't care. He thought that his fellow disciples were all young people, so it was normal to have some conflicts.

But when his little follower told him the content of the bet.

Hou Zhanping really couldn't sit still for a moment.

"Ridiculous! How could someone make such a bet out of the blue?!"

Hou Zhanping's face was full of disbelief.

The little follower scratched his head awkwardly and replied truthfully:
"Senior Sister Fang and Senior Sister Xu used to be pretty close, but now it's all because of a storybook that leaked out of the sect recently."

"Script?"

Hou Zhanping raised his eyebrows and asked:
"But that book 'The Domineering Sword Immortal Insists on Marrying Me, a Person of Average Talent'?"

"Yes, yes, that's the one!"

The little follower nodded repeatedly and continued:

"It seems the two senior sisters are arguing over which heroine in the book should marry the hero."

".?"

Hou Zhanping opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to complain, but he didn't know where to start.

The little follower continued:
"The two of them initially argued verbally, but eventually came to blows. After the elders persuaded them to leave, they made a bet."

"It's said that whoever is eliminated first from the Hidden Dragon Club will never be able to find a Taoist partner in this lifetime!"

"Crack."

A subtle cracking sound came from the void, and Hou Zhanping was seen kneeling on the ground with a painful look on his face, clutching his chest, muttering:

".Unforeseen disaster, unforeseen disaster!"

Hou Zhanping clutched the collar of his shirt tightly at his chest, and prayed with tears in his eyes:
"Don't lose. Don't lose, otherwise my love will die."

(End of this chapter)