Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 883 Do You Hate Him?

In July, the world is already in flames.

Song Wanzhi wore a light plain dress, her hair was pulled back, and the wide sleeves fell from her wrists, white and translucent like a strand of cold jade.

She tied up her hair.

The loosely tied hair was tied up with a jade ring, and the originally gentle and quiet eyebrows and eyes of the girl in the mirror suddenly showed a kind of wanton heroism, which originally belonged to her in the old days.

She's back to being alone again.

However, it is full of differences. Walking alone was lonely at the beginning, but at this moment, I feel complete.

The feeling of connecting fingertips has never been so clear, and she can even feel his calm state of mind, as if he is embracing everything.

Well, nice, not alone.

She turned her eyes to the window sill again, where there was a dried flower and a pot of small red flowers. The dried flower was withered into a ball, and it was a black ball, nothing special could be seen. This was the second time that Su Mengchen Su Mengchen sent her something when he left, but when Su Mengchen left, he took it out again.

And another small pot of flowers, bright red, like blood, Song Wanzhi felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if it was a part of her own life, but this unknown pot of flowers was very strange, only in the dark night In the middle of the day, it blooms more and more eye-catching, but in the daytime, it just shrinks there lazily, without any flower bones at all.

Since it was something he left behind, Song Wanzhi naturally took good care of it. She picked up the dried flower and looked at it again. She did not see any difference, and then put it into her sleeve.

Her gaze turned to the umbrella in the corner. The two umbrellas stood side by side, quiet and peaceful. This time, Su Mengchen left without taking the umbrella away.

Song Wanzhi picked up the two umbrellas, put them into the umbrella box, and closed the box.

Use it when he comes back.

Song Wanzhi thought about it, then opened the door and walked out.

Xie Chichun was catching flies bored in the small courtyard in the small attic.

Xiaobai and the little mouse were eating meat skewers next to them. After eating, they threw the wooden stick to Xie Chichun. Xie Chichun closed his eyes and casually took the wooden stick and threw it away. Then a fly flying in the yard "snapped" With a bang, it was plugged into the wall.

When Song Wanzhi got there, he saw hundreds of wooden sticks densely inserted on the dirt wall of the small courtyard, and on each wooden stick was a dying fly.

Song Wanzhi walked up, and then touched Xiaobai's head: "Xiaobai, I can't eat it. If I eat it again, my stomach will hurt."

When Xiaobai heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then drooped his ears, looked at his round belly, then looked at the piece of meat left in his paw, and reluctantly put it on the plate.

When the little mouse next to him saw it, he hurriedly chewed the little piece of meat he had left, and then obediently put the wooden stick into the plate.

Song Wanzhi couldn't help laughing.

She turned her head to look at Xie Chichun, saw her frown still frowning, picked up a glass of warm water on the table, and said, "Haste makes waste. The so-called practice does not mean that you will be effective if you study hard. It is the right time, place and people." And. All, smoothness is the most important thing.”

Xie Chichun opened his eyes and looked at Song Wanzhi. The wanton but gentle girl in front of her made her feel a little surprised: "How do you know that I am thinking about cultivation?"

Song Wanzhi pointed to the wall.

Xie Chichun took a look, only to see that the wooden stick he threw had been inserted into the wall with the word "Tong".

She is about to turn 20 years old, but she still hasn't touched the door to the Ming Realm, and she has no more time.

Originally, her state, even in any era, would be shining brightly. However, in this era of brilliance, not to mention Su Mengchen and Song Wanzhi, such unprecedented geniuses, even Xiao Ye has already stepped forward. Entering Tongming, and Song Qiuxin has already reached the peak of Mingtong, and more importantly, these two people are younger than her.

Xie Chichun twitched the corner of his mouth: "I've been working hard, but it just doesn't work."

Song Wanzhi handed her the warm tea in his hand: "While working hard, you must firmly believe. For example, I don't have any force now. Ever since I entered the first mountain of Qinling, I feel that my body Imbued with something that took away all my strength. But now I still have a goal and believe I can accomplish it."

Xie Chichun raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised in his heart, and looked at Song Wanzhi in astonishment.

Now, under the reputation of being shoulder to shoulder with Su Mengchen, if she does not have the corresponding force, then it is an extremely dangerous thing.

In other words, Song Wanzhi's situation has a very suitable name for everyone, and it is "fallen".

In these thousands of years of practice, I don't know how many geniuses suddenly lost their martial arts due to one reason or another, and they never picked it up again.

Even if Song Wanzhi is an extremely dazzling star under the starry sky.

However, looking at the girl's calm face, Xie Chichun suddenly found that she couldn't speak a word.

This is almost a devastating blow to everyone, but the girl in front of her is as simple as eating and sleeping.

Xie Chichun said worriedly: "How long has it been? Have you ever felt the feeling of recovery?"

Song Wanzhi shook her head: "No."

Xie Chichun jumped up immediately!
How long has it been? Generally speaking, seven days is a limit. If you don't recover after seven days, then it is almost impossible. She looked at Song Wanzhi, and she couldn't believe that the girl in front of her didn't know.

Song Wanzhi saw everything from Xie Chichun's eyes. Indeed, this is different from when she was in Liang Guo last time. When she was in Liang Guo, her force did not disappear, but was blocked by the saint, but That closure contributed to her breakthrough, once again completely compacting the foundation of the previous day's transparency, but now, she has completely disappeared.

But the strange thing is that she didn't even feel worried at all.

Xie Chichun hurriedly asked, "Did Prime Minister Su say anything?"

Song Wanzhi shook his head.

Su Mengchen seldom intervenes in his own practice, so naturally he won't talk about it.

Perhaps, he knows better than anyone that on this path, each person will have a different path because of their own opportunities.

Xie Chichun looked at Song Wanzhi like a monster.

Song Wanzhi poured himself a glass of water and said with a smile, "Actually, what's wrong with being an ordinary person? I've been making tea for the past few days. Without the detection of realm, I can't grasp the heat, water droplets, and tea leaves in the most perfect way." With every moment of change, I pour my feelings into the external things again instead of the inside, so there is a different taste. That taste is natural, not the most extreme taste obtained through close calculation, but This may be the most extreme taste."

Song Wanzhi took a sip of the water in his glass.

Perhaps, she could more accurately perceive the taste given by Su Mengchen, just like a cup of tea in Chen Guoxiaolou. He gave up his supreme force and brewed tea with his heart, so she could taste the tea from the tea. Feel the vast taste of Su Mengchen's state of mind.

Xie Chichun seemed to understand, but she asked again: "Then what do you want to do next?"

Song Wanzhi put down the cup and said, "I want to read "Time Volume".

Xie Chichun nodded.

No one has ever really felt what the "Volume of Time" is, because no one has finished reading it for thousands of years, so everyone has followed suit.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for Song Wanzhi to go, and it is probably enough to be surprising after reading one or two volumes.

Xie Chichun asked: "Then why don't you go?"

Fifteen days had passed since the Qin Ling trial, and in a few days, the curtain would come to a close. But now, this young girl was still standing here steadily, not at all in a hurry.

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Actually, a day or a year doesn't make any difference to me."

Xie Chichun could no longer speak.

She suddenly understood that under this girl's calm and modest attitude, she actually had an overly proud and arrogant heart.

He didn't take everything seriously, even the legendary "Time Scroll" that no one could read.

But she was about to ask, but Song Wanzhi smiled at her and said, "The weather is nice today, let's go and read "Time Scroll"."

Xie Chichun couldn't say anything.

Because the weather is good, so I went to read "Time Volume"?
This reason... is too strong!She thanked Chi Chun!Clothes!

Today's weather is really good, the sun is shining brightly, Song Wanzhi raised his head to look at the sun, then took two bamboo hats, put one on for himself and one for Xie Chichun.

"It is estimated that we will stay for a long time. Although the sun is good, it is not good if there is too much sun."

As soon as he stretched out his hand after speaking, Xiaobai over there jumped onto Song Wanzhi's hand, and Song Wanzhi raised his head and glanced at A'Zhu and the little white mouse lying there, seeing that they had no will, so he walked towards Song Wanzhi. Go forward.

Xie Chichun touched the bamboo hat on top of his head and felt an indescribable feeling. Song Wanzhi is probably the only one who still pays attention to such details at this time.

Song Wanzhi hadn't been here for more than half a month since watching the sunrise on Qinling with Su Mengchen that day, but when she came today, she felt a little weird. The Qinling in front of her, There is a change that has never been seen before.

She blinked, then walked up.

The outside of the Qinling Mausoleum and the plank road are already crowded with people, including ordinary people, disciples of Qingya Academy and failed people from other countries.

But at the mountain gate of the Qinling Mausoleum, the ceremonial officer sat there looking bored, with nameplates placed in front of him.

"Why is this happening this year?"

"Who knows, look, except for the first day, this is the No. 17 day of Qin Ling's trial, but now, except for the emperor and empress, no one else has even stepped on the second stage of Qin Ling's exam." In the past, let alone the "Book of Time", I have no insight into this."

"If it is based on the past, I am afraid that some people have reached the fourth mountain by now."

"Hey. See if there are those nameplates in front of the ceremony officer. They all came out because they couldn't get over it. Now there are probably hundreds of people inside."

As soon as the man's voice fell, a man staggered out again.

The man was dressed in the uniform of a student of Qingya Academy, but at this moment, it was as if he hadn't written in ten years. His eyes were dull and his cheeks were sunken. In just over ten days, he had lost weight.

Xie Chichun frightened: "What is this for? Is this the ten years without food?"

An ordinary person next to him said: "Where? I heard that there are hundreds of houses in the Qinling Mausoleum, and there are all kinds of food. In previous years, people didn't say they gained more than ten catties after going in and out. Anyway, they never lost weight. Neither did they this year." I know what's going on, going in one by one is like being sucked in."

In fact, the time of the Qin Ling Examination is different every year. Qin Ling seems to be immobile, but there are thousands of changes hidden in it. Therefore, every year for the Qin Ling Examination, the heavenly officials have to choose from the whole year. The most suitable moment, so one year led to the fact that the last Qin Ling test had just ended less than a month before a new round of Qin Ling test began.

However, this year's Qin Ling trial looked a little too strange.

The tortured emaciated student of Qingya Academy handed the name tag to the ceremonial officer, and shook his head palely: "It's impossible! What the hell Qin Ling, how can anyone finish reading the damn "Time Scroll"?!"

People outside don't know what happened, but they can force people like this, making everyone look at each other in blank dismay.

Xie Chichun glanced at Song Wanzhi.

Song Wanzhi felt a little strange in her eyes, because these days, she has been watching the materials about Qin Ling's examination, but she has read so much, but never mentioned that it is tormenting people. , vast and boundless, feeling the insignificance of time, a mountain covers the time of travel.

However, this thought is only a passing moment. When she does something, as long as she has determined her goal, she will not change easily, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of her.

So she walked towards the mountain gate of Qin Ling.

When Xie Chichun saw it, he also followed.

Under the long sunshine, these two people walked out, no matter how they looked at them, they were eye-catching.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Someone next to him yelled out.

Even the ceremony officer standing beside him raised his head to look at her.

The two girls wore bamboo hats to shade the sun, so they couldn't see their faces clearly, but the figure of the woman could still be seen.

Song Wanzhi took off the name tag, and there was a word "Tong" on it, which meant that she had passed the first pass, and she smiled at the official, "We are going to watch the "Time Scroll" in the Qin Mausoleum. "

The ceremonial officer held back.

And the people behind followed suit.

It took so many days to go to Qin Ling for the test, do you really think that Qin Ling's test is just a joke? !
The emaciated student of Qingya Academy next to him said with righteous indignation: "You just went in now, and you still want to read "Time Volume"? Seven volumes? Seven volumes of hell! Even if you read it for a lifetime, you probably won't be able to finish one volume! If you go in now, it won't be done at all!"

People were surprised.

Song Wanzhi also felt strange. When Qin Ling was on the first stage, in fact, there was the first volume of time, but it was a ray of light.In many records, the so-called volumes of time appear in erratic postures, but according to the present person, they appear in many forms.

What has changed?

Song Wanzhi still wanted to talk, but she didn't expect a person to slowly walk out from the side, and then walked straight towards Qin Ling.

The etiquette officer immediately shouted: "Who are you?"

The boy lifted his bamboo hat and displayed his name tag: "Xiao Xuesheng."

Song Wanzhi immediately raised his eyes to look at him.

Xiao Xuesheng smiled at her, his face was obviously clean, but because of that smile, it turned into a boundless color: "Ah Wan, long time no see."

Xie Chichun was being distracted by this man's beauty, but he didn't expect her to call Song Wanzhi's name so affectionately.

Song Wanzhi's face turned slightly cold, as if he didn't hear Xiao Xuesheng's words at all, but said to the ceremony official: "I am Song Wanzhi, and she is Xie Chichun."

When the two names Song Wanzhi and Xie Chichun were mentioned, everyone froze on the spot.

The ceremonial officer swallowed with difficulty, but Song Wanzhi nodded slightly, and then walked towards the Qin Ling with Xie Chichun.

Xiao Xuesheng looked at her back, then smiled lowly, then, took a step forward and walked forward.

He followed Song Wanzhi, then stretched out his hand to wrap around the girl's wrist, and then smiled softly: "Is that how he held your hand?"

Song Wanzhi didn't speak, but looked down coldly at him holding his hand.

Xiao Xuesheng was not conscious at all, but said: "I remember when you were a child, your hands were soft and sticky, with small flesh. At that time, you loved to climb up on the bed to hug and sleep. It was fragrant and sweet. , I really don’t know if you are still like this now.”

Song Wanzhi stopped in her tracks: "You are not him."

Xiao Xuesheng was taken aback, but Song Wanzhi had already pulled out her hand.

Song Wanzhi took out the handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, threw the handkerchief casually, and then walked forward without looking back.

Xiao Xuesheng stood there, watching the thin silk handkerchief blowing over the soles of her feet with a gust of wind, and then lifted her foot to press the handkerchief down.

The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile.

Do you hate him?

After so many years, I have long been used to the disgusting eyes. Those who hate, kill, want to tear him apart, wish that he would fall into the [-]th level of hell...

Look, those people are long dead, and he is still here.

He looked at the girl's figure, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

You too.

And Song Wanzhi raised his footsteps, passed through the wall of heaven and stone, and then entered the second level of the Qinling Mausoleum with Xie Chichun.

For a moment, both of them froze on the spot.

How could it be like this?

　Recently, my old waist feels uncomfortable. I went to the hospital for two days, but I didn’t reply and record the monthly ticket in time~Sorry~
　　Then, Xiao Xuesheng, as the male second, has a deep relationship with Wanzi, so I must write about it~
　　Don't worry~ Susu is very powerful, and Wanzi will be very powerful~ I will kill the world~
　　In fact, this article is being adjusted as I write it. Now that I am older, I can’t bear to write something sad~ so don’t worry~
　　Thank you ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)