There is also a piece of paper attached to one side of the love poem, which reads: Ji Hen, we are not suitable.

When Zhao Yun saw it, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Where the hell is this?

What do you mean we are not suitable for each other? Su Yu wrote it to you, so don't worry about me.

Got it, he understood everything in this second. No wonder the disciples of Tianzong looked at him strangely; no wonder Old Master Chen Xuan and Old Taoist Xuan Shan had something to say; no wonder Su Yu was so angry,

The poem you wrote so hard and painstakingly has fallen to someone else, and you say God is not miraculous.

"Tell yourself, are you honest or not?" Su Yu said with a dark face.

"Not very authentic." Zhao Yun looked at the love poem and said it blankly.

It can't be said that he was in a daze, because his mind was not here and he was thinking about what went wrong.

After thinking for a long time, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

He asked You Lan to send the love poem to him, who knows how You Lan passed it on.

"Is this how to repay your benefactor?"

Zhao Yun covered his chest. It didn't matter if the words were conveyed incorrectly, the misunderstanding was aggravated.

And Yue Ling, if you don’t agree, you won’t agree, so why did you post it?

Over time, the person who wrote the poem became unknown.

But he, the messenger, has become popular all over the Tianzong. In addition to the last time, he has become popular again!

"I really misjudged you." Su Yu said coldly.

"This is a misunderstanding, someone conveyed the wrong message." Zhao Yun coughed dryly.

"Someone spread the wrong message?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows, "You didn't hand it over to Yue Ling with your own hands?"

"I asked her junior sister to take her there."

"You...delivered the letter like this?"

"Don't be impatient. I'll explain it to you when I get back to Yuxin Peak."

"Farewell, I don't want the word Ji Hen on that piece of paper to be replaced by my Su Yu's."

"What do you mean, I'll take the blame for you!" This time, it was Zhao Yun's face with black lines running wildly.

"Who asked you to send the wrong letter?" Su Yu shook his head.

It's a shame that I spread the wrong message, otherwise, he would be the one who is popular in Tianzong today.

It doesn't matter if you are rejected, it is very embarrassing to refuse in front of so many people.

He is so handsome, but he still needs face.

"Oh, isn't this Ji Hen! His literary talent is quite good!"

While the two were teasing, someone said something, which drew everyone's attention away from the love poem. Compared with the love poem, this person seemed to be the protagonist, and no one knew where he came from.

"Without looking at your own virtues, is it something you can get involved with, Senior Sister Yueling?"

"If you don't think about spiritual practice, you only think about toads eating swan meat. Those who come through the back door will be successful."

"You have a small literary talent, but you dare to come to Tianzong to show off."

There was a chorus of cynicism and sarcasm. More than 90% of them were male disciples, and all of them held a folding fan in their hands. They shook it rhythmically. Most of them were admirers of Yue Ling. They chased for a long time but failed to catch up. A small martial arts cultivator

, you actually joined in the fun without peeing and taking photos. Do you have the qualifications?

"Boy, hold on."

Su Yu patted Zhao Yun, then turned around and disappeared.

"Support your sister."

Zhao Yun also ran away. If he didn't leave, he would be drowned in saliva.
Chapter completed!