◇ 【136】 Bad news
The woman had pretty short hair, a form-fitting black lace tank top, and light blue denim shorts that barely covered her hips, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs. She looked hot and sexy. But her expression was indifferent, her slightly raised chin hinting at a certain aloofness as she frowned at Shang Liuyun.
Shang Liuyun stood up quickly, curled his lips secretly, and called out "Senior Sister" with a smile. He turned to Gu Juan and Xi Lang and said, "Chengfeng, Polang, let me introduce you. This is my Senior Sister Nie Wanxiu. Senior Sister, these two are my friends, Chengfeng and Polang."
"Hello, Miss Nie." Gu Juan greeted Nie Wanxiu politely.
Xi Lang also nodded to Nie Wanxiu.
Nie Wanxiu said calmly, "Nice to meet you," then turned to Shang Liuyun and said coldly, "Your match is about to start. What are you still hesitating about?"
Shang Liuyun, however, wasn't afraid of him at all. He put his arm around her shoulders like a brother and stuck out his tongue, "We were so lost in our conversation. Thank you for calling me, Senior Sister."
Nie Wanxiu snorted, shook off his arm, and strode away.
"My senior sister is just like that. She's actually a very nice person. Don't mind it." Shang Liuyun apologized and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to the competition first. We can talk later."
"A great start." Gu Juan encouraged him.
"Okay." Shang Liuyun ran away in a hurry.
"Who is that kid?" Zhu Mian, who was sitting firmly on the stage, had been secretly paying attention to Gu Juan and Xi Lang. He noticed that a young man was walking very close to them, and whispered to Zhu Han who was standing behind him.
Zhu Han followed his gaze and revealed Shang Liuyun's identity almost without hesitation, "Master, he is Shang Liuyun, the last disciple of Yue Chunqiu, the head of the Tongshan Sect."
"He is very close to Chengfeng and Polang." Zhu Mian said calmly.
Zhu Han bowed his head slightly and said respectfully, "Disciple will arrange for someone to follow up."
Zhu Mian nodded indifferently and continued to watch the match on the ring, so he didn't notice Zhu Han's thoughtful look when he looked at Gu Juan and Xi Lang from time to time. A dark light flashed in his eyes, and disappeared in a flash, as if it was just an illusion.
Gu Juan was watching with a certain boredom. A low-level competition held no appeal to him. If they hadn't been close friends with Shang Liuyun, and Shang Liuyun's match was coming up soon, he would have dragged Xi Lang away long ago.
Xi Lang knew that he was bored, so he took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened the Candy Crush game, handed it to him, and stuffed a chocolate candy into his mouth.
Gu Juan smiled at him and deliberately scratched his palm when he took the phone. Then he lowered his head to play games as if nothing had happened, listening to the sound of ice breaking, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
Xi Lang kept looking at him, and the doting in his eyes could make others drown in it.
"The next match is between Shang Liuyun and Zhan Feisong!"
Gu Juan put away his phone and looked towards the arena.
Zhan Feisong was the winner of the middle stage of the Heartbeat, while Shang Liuyun was only in the early stages. Zhan Feisong felt Shang Liuyun was overestimating his abilities, and from the outset, he dominated him, striking with speed and precision. Shang Liuyun was determined to capture the Yin-Yang Umbrella, his moves devoid of tentativeness or fear, tackling the challenge with the audacity of a newborn calf, yet he remained unfazed. Instead of panicking, he pressed forward steadily, each move unleashing unstoppable force. As a result, the match between the two was quite a spectacle. On the ring, two figures, one in blue and one in black, flew like two shadows, darting up and down, their fierce moves transforming into blades that darted in all directions, a thrilling and thrilling spectacle.
Many monks clapped and cheered.
Gu Juan glanced around and found Nie Wanxiu in the crowd. He deduced that the middle-aged man standing in front of her with an elegant face and a wine gourd hanging from his waist should be Yue Chunqiu, the leader of the Tongshan School.
After just a glance, he stopped paying attention and his eyes fell on the ring again.
"Old man, do you think Shang Liuyun has a chance of winning?" Gu Juan crossed his legs and leaned on Xi Lang. This posture was very comfortable, and he couldn't help but sigh silently in comfort.
Xi Lang smiled faintly, "That kid still has hope. Although his martial arts skills are advanced, his realm is not high enough. Although he is ruthless, he is not stable enough. He is obviously being dragged into Shang Liuyun's rhythm. If he can't break this rhythm, he will definitely lose."
Gu Juan nodded in agreement, a glint of admiration for Shang Liuyun in his eyes. "Shang Liuyun is indeed talented." Hearing soothing music subconsciously calms people down; hearing powerful music stirs the blood, and one can't help but dance along. Fighting with others, whether fast, slow, fierce, or steady, is all about rhythm. Once you're dragged into their rhythm, it's like falling into a trap. Even if you don't die immediately, you'll eventually be dragged down by them.
On the stage, the battle is in full swing.
Zhan Feisong's face changed drastically, and he finally realized that he was stuck. He raised his hand and used the Lingtian Axe move, and at the same time leaped back, trying to break the shackles created by Shang Liuyun.
But Shang Liuyun's reaction was obviously faster than his, or he had already calculated his reaction. He smiled triumphantly, his figure suddenly disappeared, and in less than a blink of an eye he appeared at the side of Zhan Feisong, and the palm wind swept out like a wave.
Zhan Feisong groaned and fell off the stage.
This battle was indeed exciting, with applause and discussions among the monks.
"good!"
"That kid is really amazing. He actually won by using a low-profile move!"
"He seems to be a disciple of the Tongshan School. This kid is quite spiritual."
"Which sect is Zhan Feisong from? He's so useless that he can't even defeat someone with lower cultivation than him."
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When Zhan Feisong heard the discussions in the crowd, his face turned red. He pursed his lips, glanced at Shang Liuyun, and left with a sullen face.
Shang Liuyun didn't notice him at all. He went to collect the prize with a laugh. He held the Yin-Yang umbrella in his hand and couldn't let it go.
The remaining competitions were nothing to watch. Gu Juan said hello to Shang Liuyun via voice transmission and pulled Xi Lang away. But they didn't plan to go out immediately. Because after the competitions at all levels, there was a communication meeting, usually in the afternoon of the second day of the gathering. High-level cultivators, such as the heads of various sects, elders, or spiritual brothers and seniors, would tell the cultivators about their daily cultivation experiences, and the cultivators would also have the opportunity to ask them questions. Generally speaking, these heads and elders would give them some practical guidance, but there were also some who would just give a few words to fool around, it all depended on their character. Some heads and elders would also take this opportunity to recruit some spiritual independent cultivators into their sect to expand the strength of the sect.
Gu Juan and Xi Lang had been practicing in a "closed" manner all along. Gu Juan felt that participating in such an exchange meeting would be beneficial, so he decided to stay. Furthermore, the seminar was a great place to develop interpersonal relationships. Even if one didn't meet some important figures, at least one could gain a better understanding of the current cultivation world and acquire more real-time information.
After leaving the square, Gu Juan found an open grassland halfway up the mountain.
Xi Lang watched his wife unload the tent, blankets, pillows, and other items, all while mumbling about tea sets, snacks, and fruit. It was clear that she was treating this place like a vacation spot. He walked over to help, neatly setting up the tent, spreading out the picnic blanket, and arranging the snacks and fruit.
"Old man, you are really a good housekeeper." Gu Juan looked at the man kneeling on one knee tidying up the things on the picnic blanket from the opposite side of the picnic blanket. He found the man's serious expression extremely charming. He quickly crawled up to him, stretched his head forward, and kissed him hard on the lips.
How could Xi Lang miss this opportunity? He grabbed the back of his lover's head, deepened the kiss, and sucked on the tip of his tongue as hard as if he wanted to swallow him.
Gu Juan knelt on the picnic blanket, supporting himself with his hands and lifting his feet to avoid dirtying the blanket. This posture was very unnatural, and after being kissed so deeply by Xi Lang, his body soon became limp, his eyes wide open, and a protesting sound came from his throat.
When Xi Lang's magnetic chuckle escaped from the corner of their lips, Gu Juan's heart softened and her body went limp. She simply ignored the picnic blanket and crawled forward a step, leaning against the man's chest and responding to him attentively.
It was not until both of them reacted and were about to lose control that they reluctantly separated, both breathing slightly, their breaths intertwined, and the ambiguous atmosphere was not broken at all.
Xi Lang wiped the saliva from his lover's mouth and looked at his lover's eyes, which were moist and blurry. He couldn't help but lower his head and place a gentle kiss on his eyes. This person was his treasure, a treasure he wished he could rub into his body.
The kiss was light, yet Gu Juan could clearly sense the intense emotion transmitted from the burning, trembling lips. Her heart pounded, and she grasped the man's hand tightly. After struggling to look away, her agitated mood gradually subsided. He didn't look at Xi Lang, but the corners of his lips curled up noticeably, and his eyes practically danced with joy.
Seeing him smile, Xi Lang couldn't help but smile too. "Juanbao, you've been together for so long, are you still shy?" He felt just as happy as Gu Juan, so he was kind enough not to tease his lover. Instead, he ruffled his soft hair and handed him a big, red apple.
Gu Juan took the apple, lay down and rested her head on his thighs, then took out her cell phone and started playing games while eating the apple.
"We'll just stay here and wait for the exchange meeting."
Xi Lang responded, leaned back on a large, plump pillow, and took out a book to read.
A gust of wind blew, and the delicate fragrance of peach blossoms drifted gently, as quiet yet gentle as the spring breeze.
The two of them didn't know that at this moment, several terrifying roars and several panicked screams broke the peace of the Family Flower Base.
Xi Cong looked at Zhang Muheng, who was being pinned down by him and Tian Yunzhi but still struggling like a madman, and shouted anxiously, "Quick, call Xiao Gu and A Lang!"
Han Lin and Gu Yinyin called Gu Juan and Xi Lang respectively. While waiting for the call to be connected, they looked worriedly at Zhang Muheng, who seemed to have lost his mind and only had instincts left.
"What on earth is going on..." Li Ruicheng paced back and forth anxiously.
After trying several times but failing to get through, Han Lin's expression grew even more serious. Gu Yinyin also shook her head.
"Neither of their calls could be reached..."
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