People make diaries in martial arts: the heroines are all broken

Chapter 137 With A Little Teasing, It Is The Limit Of This Rank! Huang Rong: Your Heart Is A Hornet&

"It's wonderful, this guy still knows something's wrong." Jiang Chen clapped his little hands with disgust on his face.

Oh, man, it is so slow to face certain things.

[I'm actually eating Rong'er's cooking, it's Rong'er's cooking. 】

【When did Rong'er come to my side!?】

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Coincidentally, we also want to know the answer to this question.

Obviously, Huang Rong also has a copy of the diary, look at the diary and go to Guangmingding to find you.

But why did you just find out now?

"tasty."

"I've never had a better dish than this."

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times it can be heard in the world."

"I think this dish is not available in the world."

Zhao Yuchen finished the four dishes at an extremely fast speed, his face full of admiration.

To be honest, the four dishes made by Huang Rong are indeed the most delicious food he has ever eaten in his past and present lives.

If you want to rank, these four dishes are in the same category, and after two spaces are empty, you will find the delicacies on Earth and Stars.

It was hard for him to imagine how Huang Rong could make these four dishes so well without so many seasonings.

Is it because of the special "seasoning" of internal force?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuchen took the handkerchief from Huang Rong and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "With such cooking skills, it seems that the girl's status is very unusual, dare to ask her name.

"My name is Huang Rong, the yellow of the oriole bird!" Huang Rong sat down on the stone bench, looked at Zhao Yuchen with one hand on her chin, and smiled, "Clear water comes out of the lotus."

Zhao Yuchen: ""

If you add another sentence of natural to carve, I should suspect that you can see the sun in the diary.

As expected of pretty Huang Rong, her words are interesting.

"Good name!" Zhao Yuchen exclaimed: "The round flower has a curly roll, and the leaves are half open. The front half of the shadow is shining, and the fragrant butterfly is wandering. Love follows the jade dew, not the autumn wind."

"This is about Furong, and it's really not as good as the girl."

Huang Rong's big eyes suddenly turned into smiling eyes, very pretty.

She likes to be praised so much by Zhao Yuchen, and it's better to have more.

"Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, can you praise Rong'er a little more?" Huang Rong was not pretentious at all, her beautiful eyes were full of hope and brilliance.

Zhao Yuchen: "

My title of little prince of Chinese poetry is not in vain.

But if I give it all to you, Huang Rong, won't those wives still make trouble in the future?

Don't suffer from scarcity but unevenness, each should be in the right amount.

"Where are verses enough?"

Zhao Yuchen took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the Canglan ring, held his breath after lifting the brush, and then left the village.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the pen is controlled by spirit, the speed is extremely fast, and the spirit must be ruthless.

At the same time, he did not forget to update the diary.

[As expected of Rong'er, she is still so eccentric. 】

[One poem is not enough, I want to give her more. 】

[But beautiful lines are beautiful, but they are not direct. 】

[My Rong'er, a white shirt wins the snow, comes lightly, there is a pretty fairy like a snow mountain, the beauty of the autumn waves is shocking, and all the beauties in the world are sad. 】

[She is moist, fresh and poetic in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Her white shirt moves slightly, like a lily blooming in the dark night. 】

【Painted! Huang Rong ink painting】

All the girls were attracted by Zhao Yuchen's words, and they clicked on the ink painting one after another.

"Hiss w*!"

The girls were shocked.

Surprised by Zhao Yuchen's skill.

He drew color pictures on white paper and black ink, which poured black, white, yin and yang and five elements into it.

Those who are strong in the realm of great masters, if they condense the flowers of the gods, can see that they can understand martial arts!

Second surprised Zhao Yuchen's artist.

On the top of Junshan Mountain, Huang Rong’s white jade-like face reveals the color of coral, as delicate as a spring flower, as beautiful as a morning glow, with slightly raised eyebrows, long sleeves raised lightly, and one dances under the flower tree, making people feel like they are all white. The wind, the dancing posture is wonderful and slow.

Lifelike, painting skills above the master!

Huang Rong's appearance, even if she is a fairy on the fairy mountain in the Middle East, is so beautiful and beautiful.

"The painting is really good." Li Hanyi expressed his sincere admiration.

Yan Lingji heard the words, the corners of her mouth moved slightly: "It's a pity you didn't.

Li Hanyi:?

"But I'm a celestial being now." Li Hanyi smiled.

It is true that Zhao Yuchen did not paint for her, but she demonstrated the fourth level of Zhishui swordsmanship, allowing her to enter heaven and man in advance.

For her who pursues kendo and martial arts, this gift is not comparable to mere paintings.

Of course, the most important point is that she wants Zhao Yuchen to paint, anytime!

"That's right, my Yin-Yang Dao has improved a lot, it's not comparable to paintings." Xiaomeng agreed.

It is impossible to be envious, so I can only write a note to Zhao Yuchen secretly, and punish him in the next double cultivation, so that he knows how to please him.

Flame Lingji: ""

So the buffoon got nothing for her?

That's not right, she hasn't officially "reunited" with Zhao Yuchen yet, so it doesn't count.

Zhao Yuchen is also thinking about her, and the Sacred Heart Pill is ready.

Thinking of this, Yan Lingji glanced at Luo Xian.

Speaking of which, this guy not only didn't get anything from Zhao Yuchen, but also lost the pill.

This is the real free give, right?

Luo Xian's heart: Envy, envy, envy!

If Zhao Yuchen draws me a picture, I can sell a little bit of Indra.

"It's so pretty." Yaoyue, who had just returned to Yihua Palace, praised.

Lian Xing:..."

You smile and talk, why do you want to radiate killing intent?

"Sister, let's practice moving flowers and trees.

"Break through the Heaven-Man Realm early, so you can go to Zhao Lang's side."

Yaoyue's bright eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right, what are mere paintings, Zhao Yuchen found Liurenshen dice for her.

Does Huang Rong have this kind of treatment?

As for the paintings and prototypes, she will have them in the future if she wants to.

"Closed-door practice!"

Inviting the moon to act resolutely, Lian Xing thought "hehe~"

Zhao Lang, you are the only one.

At this time, two women in Guangmingding were in a state of confusion.

One is Zhao Min, wanting to see Zhao Yuchen, wanting to see crazy, cursing as much as he hates, thinking too much in his heart.

She is also not strong enough, otherwise she will have a tendency to develop towards Luo Xian.

But as a weakling, she began to hesitate to become humbler.

And the other one who was irritable was Wan Wan, who looked at Shi Feixuan and said, "Master nun, can't you move faster?"

"Now you are begging me." Shi Feixuan looked at Houhou calmly.

"I don't have to ask you, you can just find it." Hou Wan kicked his little foot.

"What's the reason?"

Without a suitable reason, being suspected by Zhao Yuchen is not only his fault.

"I'm curious who can make my nemesis a sword servant, what do you think?" Wan Hou looked up and frowned slightly, trying to think of a suitable reason.

Shi Feixuan: "..."

"Now is the time for Sister Rong'er." Shi Feixuan said seriously: "Go, I will offend two of you.

"Isn't offending people exactly what a witch like me should do?" Wan Hou giggled.

When Shi Feixuan said this, it was obvious that she approved of her idea.

"Then please go ahead." Shi Feixuan raised her hand.

"Hey, that's all I'm going to say."

Of course, Wan Wan is not so ignorant, just envious: "I don't know what Zhao Yuchen will do when he meets me again.

"If only you could write me a poem too."

As she spoke, she squinted at Shi Feixuan.

This woman has "clear water comes out of hibiscus, and it is naturally carved" [she cannot be compared.

Anyway, she is more open-minded than this woman.

"It would be nice if I was called Mistress by my nun." Hou Hou thought.

At the same time, Zhao Yuchen handed over the painting to Huang Rong, and said with a smile: "Meeting ceremony, my subordinates.

Huang Rong didn't move, she was already in a daze.

She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knows how good this painting is.

And that poem, the evaluation of her, made her feel so sweet in her heart.

A smile flashed across Zhao Yuchen's eyes.

I just wiped it for a while, and it was already the limit of this rank.

"You, why did you give me this thing!?" Huang Rong's face was like a peach blossom, and she knew the reason.

"Miss Rong, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Zhao Yuchen asked back.

"What is the truth, and what is the lie?" Huang Rong became interested.

"False, I admire Miss Rong, it's love at first sight, I'll give it to you." Zhao Yuchen laughed.

Bah, this is obviously the truth (of Zhao Zhao), you stinking man is too thin-skinned.

Huang Rong smiled more and more happily, and asked again: "What about the truth?"

"That's why I want to eat your cooking all my life and keep you by my side forever." Zhao Yuchen said seriously.

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then became even happier!

This sounds like the truth, and it is more true than the previous sentence.

"One painting can't buy me my whole life." Huang Rong put away the painting.

"Then how long can I buy?" Zhao Yuchen asked.

"One day."

"-8?"

Zhao Yuchen thought to himself, is there such a good thing?

"Um?"

"If you don't see each other in a day, it's like three autumns, that's three years away."

"Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is really glib, I don't know how many women he will harm."

"I don't know how many, but Miss Rong must be one of them."

"Bah!" Huang Rong spat, unable to hold back.

Zhao Yuchen didn't hide at all that she was real.

But at this moment, the former suddenly asked: "Young girl has such cooking skills at a young age, and her family background is not bad. I don't know where she came from. How did she come to Guangmingding?"

Huang Rong cut her heart.

I said so much before, because I want her to relax her vigilance so that she can make temptations.

This smelly man must have a heart full of honeycombs.

It's all eyes!.