Meng Yan felt that he had a very annoying shortcoming, that is, he hated seeing girls cry. This always made him feel weak and vulnerable, and seemed to leave a weakness for others to grasp.
However, after careful reflection, he found that this was not the case, because the only women who would cry so much that he could not sit still were those women he admired, or at least had a good impression of. In most cases, when he saw other women crying in Qian Xuefeng, his immediate reaction was , just want to slap him down.
Among the young women who had come into contact with him in Qian Xuefeng, the last thing he expected was to see Mei Ying cry, because her image had always been so strong. How could a person who was dubbed the female war goddess become weak? Tears? It wasn't until he saw her shedding tears over the deaths and injuries of her fellow disciples that Meng Yan realized that his perception was wrong.
"It's really strange. I heard them say that you usually work hard outside and conquer this and that. In the past few years, you have spent very little time in Qian Xuefeng. You and these sisters don't have any feelings at all, right? ?Why do you cry like this when someone dies?"
Meng Yan said: "I doubt that if you die one day, they will cry so sadly for you."
"you……"
Mei Ying glanced at Meng Yan. Although she didn't explain clearly, the meaning in her eyes was 'You don't understand, and I don't want to explain'. After reading it, she lowered her head again and whispered: "This time …Until the position was lost, the master still didn’t come out, and he didn’t even let Junior Sister Lan out. That’s when I thought that this might be a military training situation.”
"I thought you knew it. As my second apprentice, the master only told me after the battle started. You and her are so good, I thought she told you from the beginning."
"... Master usually does not explain his actions to others. This is also the consistent style of Qian Xuefeng's previous heads. The small sect has many concerns and it is impossible to play an open and fair way..."
"Do you blame your master for not telling you?"
"...As the leader, Master focuses on the overall situation. She has long-term considerations. If I were in that position, I might have to do the same thing. There is nothing to complain about. I only regret my own strength. It’s not enough. It can’t protect the teacher.”
Mei Ying paused for a moment. There was obvious unwillingness on her beautiful face. It took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "If I could be stronger and block those holy kings, so many sisters would not die..."
"...I thought I was good enough for the second grade, but you are actually more stupid than me." Meng Yan rolled his eyes and sighed: "You still think you are not strong enough? Killed two Saint Kings of the Yue clan with one blow, and their Mirror Shield But you can destroy a treasure that is good at defense with one strike, and you can even kill people. This incident is enough for you to spread throughout the East, and you will be the most dazzling in the first half of the war."
"What's the use of being dazzling? Instead of doing this, it's better to be like Elder Qian, who blocked four holy kings by himself and defended the road, with almost no casualties."
"You are deliberately trying to make a point and making trouble! Elder Qian has the sword platform in his hand. He uses all his strength to fly hundreds of swords together to form a sword formation. This is how he can block four with one. You don't have such a weapon, how can you do it? ?Besides, that is his limit. If you want him to kill two holy kings, he will only commit suicide to show you. Can you be rational?"
Meng Yan tried to persuade him, then suddenly frowned, "Wait a minute, besides the smell of medicine... what is this? The smell of alcohol? Are you still drinking? Is this wrong? You are so injured and still drinking. Do you really want to die?"
"
When Meng Yan exposed it, Mei Ying's reaction was simple. She stood up and took out a porcelain pot and wine glass from a box in the corner, and poured a glass for Meng Yan.
"Come have a drink with me."
"Isn't this...not good?"
"What's wrong? Don't you dare? I thought you were not afraid of heaven or earth..."
Mei Ying shook her wine glass, with a half-smiling expression on her face, which was very different from her usual reserved nature. Her smile was stunning, but it also made Meng Yan feel that this beauty would burst into tears at any time, but she was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to leave.
, this is the first time that I feel that Mei Ying deserves to be ranked first among the three Qianxue Shus.
"What are you afraid of? I'm just worried that you will be weak after the injury. You are alone here, and you are not afraid of drunken gaffes, sexual intercourse, and the like. What should I be afraid of?"
Meng Yan took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He felt a burning sensation in his throat. He frowned and said, "Wow, this wine is quite strong. You actually drank something like this after you were injured?"
"You have a good drinking capacity." Mei Ying said with a smile: "The red sun fire wine is very strong. You drank it without changing your expression. You have a much better drinking capacity than many seven-foot-old men. I didn't expect you, a boy who grew up in a barren mountain.
, to actually have such a drinking capacity."
"I grew up in the mountains, but that doesn't mean there's nothing there. The guardians in Xiaojiao Village know how to make wine, and many of the outsiders also carry wine with them. I keep all of it for me to drink. Some of them are better than this.
There are so many, some of them made me drunk for several days... Hey! Is this how you invite someone to drink? Give me a full drink!"
Since the drinking started, one cup followed another. Meng Yan took this as a challenge, and Mei Ying was also happy to accept it. The two of them drank and talked, casually talking about things in the mountains, and spitting out some bitter things to each other.
It seemed that the distance was getting closer, and finally when every drop of the bottle of Red Sun Fire was drunk, Mei Ying suddenly said something.
"Can you... help me become stronger?"
"...You still asked." Meng Yan shook his head and said, "Didn't you want my help before? You were indeed pushed to the limit..."
"Can you? Like what you did to Junior Sister Lie?"
"She was a special case. I just helped treat her injuries. I didn't expect her to break through to the Holy King. If you want to reproduce her success, you must first have ancient bloodline... No, right? Or I can help you create a new one.
War weapon, but I don’t help people in vain.”
"What do you want?"
Mei Ying's eyes became extremely firm, the kind of eyes that showed enlightenment. Meng Yan's heart skipped a beat and he sighed: "I admit that you are a great beauty, senior sister, and you are also very attractive to me, but I don't want to be here."
Under such circumstances, I would like to make a life deal with you... Let's do this, I am very interested in the Hundred Weapons Art you used, so let's use that in exchange."
"...The Hundred Soldiers Art is of great importance. It is not that simple. Moreover, what I have gained is lacking..."
"Is it defective? That's even better. I like defective items the most. Only when they are repaired can I feel happy. That's it."
After the two parties concluded the contract, Mei Ying seemed relieved and sat down against the rock wall. She fell into a deep depression for some reason and sat there for a while. When the sky outside was completely dark, she said something.
"...Boy, tell me...why does Master trust you more than me?" (To be continued...)