Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Yuanjing.

With Flood Dragon Villa as the center, powerful families of all sizes spread out.

Among them, the Wang family is undoubtedly the most powerful and is the first family under Flood Dragon Villa.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was pleasant.

The first intersection city of Yuan Realm, in Heavenly Origin City.

Very lively.

Because today is one of the more well-known days of the year.

Compared to the Qian Realm and the Desolate Realm, the days in the Yuan Realm are more colorful.

Correspondingly, various days worth celebrating have also been derived.

And today is Yuanjing’s annual literary day.

This festival was proposed by the Wang family and was accepted by Flood Dragon Villa.

The Wang family is also a family of scholars. Of course, it also has a very profound military background, otherwise it would not be able to be the largest family.

This Literary Talent Day is naturally to promote the spirit of literati, play chess, calligraphy and painting, and write and ink.

Lang Zimiu held Lian Qingqiu's hand and walked on the street, also attracted by this special festival.

Early this morning, he ended playing with Lian Qingqiu and brought her here.

It happened to happen on this so-called literary day.

He briefly asked the street vendors. The vendors looked surprised when they saw that he didn't know, but after taking the money, they introduced him to him in a flattering manner.

After hearing this, he was a little surprised.

. This is not a simple festival, it is a very important festival.

He thought it was just an ordinary festival.

Moreover, the vendor also said that this festival can bring great opportunities and great fortunes.

Every year on this night, the Wang family holds a literary competition on the island in the center of Yuanyang Lake. Those who perform well will be rewarded, and even have the opportunity to enter the Wang family and receive key training, transforming from pheasants directly into Phoenix.

After listening, Lang Zimiu also became interested. He wanted to participate in this big competition.

It didn't matter to him whether he was rewarded or not, the main thing was that he could take advantage of this opportunity to get in touch with the Wang family.

The Wang family is the closest force to Flood Dragon Villa.

If he wants to be an enemy of Zhao Anping, he will inevitably have to be an enemy of Flood Dragon Villa and the leading force north of Huaiyuan. At present, he is far from having the conditions and strength.

And he has to complete the task of unifying the Fanzhou before he can obtain the Spiritual King Realm Chapter of the Divine Emperor Kung Fu, which means that he must complete this arduous task with the strength of the ninth level of the Venerable Realm.

It's obviously not possible to rely on oneself alone.

"Master, I want that~"

He was thinking in his mind, and Lian Qingqiu's coquettish voice brought him back to reality.

Lian Qingqiu held his arm, her face covered with a veil, she slightly raised her stunningly alluring face, and looked at Lang Zimiu with her peach blossom eyes lovingly.

Lang Zimiu looked up in the direction her jade hand pointed, and saw a small shop selling some homemade small items.

This is the outermost area of ​​Heavenly Origin City, so there are these small vendors on the roadside. Further in, there are no more shops, only storefront shops.

Lang Zimiu said nothing and led her towards the vendor's stall.

Getting closer, Lian Qingqiu looked at the exquisite small objects on the stall, her beautiful eyes shining with joy.

She acts like a little girl around Lang Zimiu, or she wants to act like a little girl.

This feeling of being like a little girl, attached to Lang Zimiu, makes her feel very happy.

Lang Zimiu looked at the exquisite small objects in front of him and saw that they were all hand-carved wooden products.

"Sir, which one do you like?"

The boss asked proactively.

"Which one do you want?"

Lang Zimiu turned to ask Lian Qingqiu.

Lian Qingqiu raised his hand and pointed at a small wooden flute made of white wood. It was particularly beautifully made and placed in the center of the stall.

Seeing that he was going to buy the product that he was most satisfied with, the stall owner also had a hint of joy on his face. After all, who doesn't want to be recognized by others for what he has carefully crafted.

Immediately after he revealed the price, Lang Zimiu took out a spiritual stone and gave it to him without hesitation.

Seeing Lang Zimiu directly and generously giving out a spiritual stone, the stall owner was stunned, and his face was filled with emotion.

He has no talent for cultivation and is an ordinary person. He can support his family by relying on this craft.

This spiritual stone is enough for his income for several years.

Can he remain unmoved and unmoved?

"Your Majesty... I can't bear this."

"Take it, I don't need this one."

Lang Zimiu naturally noticed his difficulty and said softly.

When the stall owner heard this, he almost burst into tears. He quickly thanked him and took the spirit stone.

Then he picked up the white wooden flute on the stall and handed it to Lang Zimiu.

But at this moment, a woman's voice came from behind.

"Wait a moment."

"Can you give me this flute to my young lady?"

"I can offer double the price."

When the voice came, the stall owner was stunned for a moment.

Lian Qingqiu immediately looked back and glared at the woman who said these words, while Lang Zimiu also looked back with an indifferent expression.

I saw a handsomely dressed woman with a high ponytail on her head and a handsome and handsome face.

There is also a luxurious carriage parked not far away, and the coachman's cultivation is in the Venerable Realm.

Obviously, this so-called young lady must be of high status.

Facing the sudden cold light in Lian Qingqiu's eyes, the maid who spoke also frowned slightly and gave Lian Qingqiu a look full of hostility.

Being the maid of a distinguished person inevitably gave her a sense of pride and superiority.

But after seeing half of Lian Qingqiu's face clearly, her expression froze slightly.

When Lian Qingqiu relaxes, her charming eyes are full of charm and tenderness, but when her face cools down, she will also feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After all, her face is that of the Empress of Fanzhou.

After realizing that she was shocked by the other party's appearance, the maid's face immediately showed a look of embarrassment and anger, and she continued to step forward quickly and said somewhat forcefully:

"My young lady has taken a fancy to this thing. Here are ten High Grade spiritual stones. I will consider it as compensation for you."

As she spoke, she held a small cloth bag in her hand and handed it to Lang Zimiu.

But after seeing Lang Zimiu's appearance and temperament up close, his expression froze again and he froze in place.

this........

Why are the looks of these two people so amazing?

She was astonished in her heart, and for a moment she felt timid in her heart, not daring to look directly into Lang Zimiu's indifferent gaze.

It seemed that in an instant, he fell from the state of superiority to the bottom, feeling very ashamed of himself.

But immediately, when she thought that she had the support of a young lady, she felt confident and mustered up the courage to look at Lang Zimiu.

The cloth bag in his hand was handed to Lang Zimiu.

"Chi~"

Seeing this, Lang Zimiu couldn't help but sneer, and without looking at her again, he turned his head back, took the flute handed over by the boss in mid-air, took Lian Qingqiu's hand and took steps forward.

It's not that he doesn't take this person or the lady seriously, but he does find it quite funny.

In addition, his own temperament is also like this, so it can be said that he does not take her so-called young lady seriously.

Taking the white wooden flute handed over by Lang Zimiu, Lian Qingqiu immediately dissipated the cold look on his face and returned to his original docile kitten state. He kissed Lang Zimiu ambiguously on the face, his eyes filled with tears. A look of admiration.

So handsome~~~

She was obsessed with love.

Who doesn't get confused after seeing this calm and calm demeanor?

It was as if it would be okay even if the sky fell, and he would be there to hold it up, giving me a sense of security.

Seeing that Lang Zimiu ignored her, the look of embarrassment on the maid's face became even worse. She gritted her teeth and said angrily to Lang Zimiu:

"Stop! Do you know who my lady is?"

she snapped.

The surrounding passers-by and stall vendors were all attracted, and the shop owner who sold flutes even looked panicked.

Don't know what to do.

A group of passers-by and stall vendors cast suspicious glances at the carriage, wondering who the big shot was inside?

At the same time, they also speculated about which rich kid Lang Zimiu is, so handsome and aura.

Listening to the scolding of the maid behind him, a cold expression appeared on Lang Zimiu's face, but at this moment, another clear and sweet female voice came from the carriage and reached his ears.

"Xiaoyue, don't be rude."

"Since this thing has been purchased in advance, forget it."

Lang Zimiu's brows narrowed slightly, and he looked back after hearing the sound, and saw that the gauze curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the woman sitting inside was also exposed.

She is very beautiful, with a very beautiful face, dignified, decent, well-educated, quiet and elegant, and a lady. This is the first impression she gave to Lang Zimiu.

Immediately after this woman's beautiful eyes moved sideways, she met Lang Zimiu's eyes.

A soft smile slightly formed on the corner of his lips, and he nodded gently at Lang Zimiu.

Seeing this, Lang Zimiu couldn't help but his expression froze slightly. This was really a beautiful smile.

He immediately lost the cold look on his face, nodded slightly, and then continued walking forward.

At the same time, I wonder who this woman is?

Judging by her appearance and temperament, she must be a lady, and not just any ordinary lady.

Lian Qingqiu had a look of resentment on his face, his eyes were a little resentful, and he curled his lips slightly, what was he pretending to be?

He must have pretended to be knowledgeable and sensible because there were so many people and he was afraid of ruining his reputation.

And she's not as beautiful as herself.

"This, isn't this the royal daughter, Wang Qinghan?"

There were many passers-by who recognized this woman, looked shocked, and whispered to each other.

Wang family?

Lang Zimiu's ears twitched slightly, his brows slightly condensed.

Such a coincidence?

"This Miss Wang is hosting the Yuanyang Lake Literary Competition. Miss Wang is known as the most talented woman north of Huaiyuan. Her talent in cultivation is very good, and her literary talent is also one of the few."

"I didn't expect that I would be able to see Miss Wang's honor today. I have no regrets in this life."

"Miss Wang has lived in a boudoir for a long time and rarely shows up."

"She is really beautiful and has the temperament of a talented woman."

"Yeah yeah."

Passers-by whispered to each other, and they all cheered for being able to catch a glimpse of Miss Wang's beauty.

"Tap tap tap!!!"

The carriage passed by and headed towards Yuanyang Lake.

Lang Zimiu watched the carriage gradually disappear from his sight, an indescribable color flashing in his deep eyes.

"Hmph~"

"At first glance, it's just pretending. I don't know what's going on behind the scenes."

Lian Qingqiu whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

It seems that she is very unhappy with the persona of this quiet, elegant and talented woman.

Lang Zimiu chuckled twice and said nothing.

Lian Qingqiu raised the wooden flute, blew it twice randomly, and then put it away as a treasure.

This is the first time she has received a gift from Lang Zimiu, and she must keep it as a treasure.

"Master, where should we go next?"

She hugged Lang Zimiu's arm and said sweetly.

"Go to the island in the middle of the lake."

Lang Zimiu turned to look at her, with a faint smile on his lips, and continued:

"Participate in this annual literary competition."

"ah?"

Hearing this, Lian Qingqiu let out a somewhat surprised sound.

It was as if he hadn't thought of it.

I didn't expect that he would actually participate in such a literary competition.

At least in her opinion, Lang Zimiu has nothing to do with literati.

"What? No?"

Seeing her surprised look, Lang Zimiu asked.

"Ah, no, of course..."

Hearing this, Lian Qingqiu immediately showed a look of envy and said coquettishly.

Although I still don’t think Lang Zimiu is a scholar.

Of course, Lang Zimiu himself does not consider himself a literati, and his main purpose this time is not to win in this so-called literati competition or anything else, but to get in touch with people from the Wang family.

In this way, the two of them walked towards the island in the middle of the lake in Heavenly Origin City while shopping.

The sky gradually turned from white to dark, and sunset appeared in the sky.

"arrive."

Looking at the mist-shrouded lake in front of him like a fairyland, Lang Zimiu murmured to himself.

Looking up, you can vaguely see the islands inside.

Although the name of this competition is the Literary Competition, and today is also a literary day, it can be seen that strong men fly by in the sky from time to time, bringing their own juniors with them.

Lang Zimiu doesn't think this is strange.

Literary person? Literary talent?

Just a definition.

At first glance, it may seem like an opportunity for people who have no talent for cultivation.

But, you can’t even support yourself, and your family is poor, how can you be a scholar? How to have this literary talent?

In the end, these so-called literati and so-called literary talent are still these powerful people who occupy the title.

It's really ridiculous and realistic.

You may say that even if you come from a poor and humble background, you cannot stop a person who is determined.

But the fact is that due to the external factors of Innate and the gap in external conditions, aspiring people have to make more efforts to be able to compare with those who have sufficient Innate conditions.

Lang Zimiu hugged Lian Qingqiu's waist, slightly activated his spiritual energy, and flew towards the island in the middle of the lake. During the flight, he could also see ordinary people in simple clothes and nervous faces on the only beam connecting the two sides. Walk to the island in the middle of the lake.