Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

The scenery of the desert remains unchanged all year round, and walking for a long time will produce more fatigue than usual.

A group of monks are trudging forward in the desert. It can be seen that they are actually composed of two groups. A group of young men and women wear uniform indigo gowns, with slim waists and narrow sleeves, and carry long swords on their backs. Although their faces are tired, they The spirit is pretty good.

The other wave consisted of casual cultivators who were dressed in ordinary clothes and looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Dean, how long does it take to get to Julu?" A girl who looked younger asked a middle-aged man in front of her in a low voice.

"We're almost there. If the flying boat hadn't been damaged due to an attack, we would have arrived long ago." The man known as the Dean sighed softly.

This time he took the disciples in the courtyard to Julu, preparing to go to Xuantian Sect to participate in the Immortal Gate Opening. There were originally ten of them, but they encountered danger on the way and could not be saved, so four of them sacrificed one after another. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. .

If it weren't for the flying boat...

Just as he was thinking about it, violent spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly came from ahead, sometimes mixed with the roars of monsters.

The casual cultivators also heard the commotion and started shouting in a panic, mostly asking him if he wanted to continue moving forward.

The dean took a deep breath and said, "You are free to do whatever you want. There are fellow Taoists fighting monsters here. I have to go and see it." Hearing this, the six students behind him did not hesitate and followed him and rushed over. .

Crossing a sand dune, they saw an astonishing sight.

On the yellow sand, a man in green clothes was controlling several fire snakes and fighting a huge scorpion-like monster. It was obvious that the battle was very tense.

The dean immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, "Fellow Taoist, I am here to help you!"

Golden light fell from the sky, golden spiritual power surged, and the sword was extremely sharp. The sword struck the monster's tail, cutting it off like tofu. The scorpion felt pain and fear at the same time, so it turned around and wanted to leave.

The cold fire snakes merged together, became thicker, and swam faster, wrapping around the scorpion and tightening it. The flames burned the scorpion, giving off a burnt smell.

"Gangfeng Sword!" the dean shouted. The sword light wrapped around the yellow sand and penetrated the scorpion's head fiercely. The huge body fell to the ground.

Seeing the death of the monster, the six students on the sand dune sped over.

The dean sheathed his sword and walked up to the woman in green. He was stunned for a moment when he saw her appearance, but quickly recovered and saluted with his hands raised: "My dean of Baiyu College, Liu Changmeng, has met Taoist friend."

The students had arrived behind Liu Changmeng at this time, and they all looked at the woman in green with curiosity.

I saw the woman in green clothes, with a thin figure but as beautiful as the bright moon in the breeze, bowed back to Liu Changmeng. Her movements were smooth and graceful, and her posture was graceful and elegant. "I am a Sanren, Jiang Song. Thank you Daoist Liu for your help."

Liu Changmeng's eyes became gentler. Seeing that Song Qiao was young, he immediately felt pity for Song Qiao's talent. However, thinking that his own hill might not be able to accommodate this giant Buddha, he could only regretfully give up.

"I wonder where Fellow Daoist Jiang is going. Maybe we can go together." Liu Changmeng asked politely.

Song Qiao pursed her lips and said, "Giant deer."

"That happens to be on the same road as us!" The girl behind Liu Changmeng exclaimed.

The young man next to her looked at Song Qiao and seemed to want to speak, but was embarrassed.

"Fellow Taoist, would you like to go with us? It would be nice to have someone to take care of you." Liu Changmeng really didn't know how the thin girl in front of him got here alone.

Song Qiao hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

The casual cultivators finally followed up, but were too embarrassed to get any closer, so they fell far behind, hoping to leave the desert with Liu Changmeng.

On the road again, the girl who had spoken before walked up to Song Qiao and asked carefully: "Sister, how old are you? My name is Luo Wei. I am 18 years old now. Are you also going to participate in the Fairy Gate Opening?"

"Well, I'm a little older than you." Song Qiao replied softly. Suddenly, her steps paused slightly, and her body seemed to be shaking due to dizziness. Luo Wei subconsciously reached out to support her, and the girl felt that the arm in her palm was particularly slender and soft.

"Sorry..." Song Qiao murmured softly.

Luo Wei smelled a nice fragrance, and for some reason, her face turned red, "No... you're welcome..." She had never met someone like Jiang Song in the academy, who was so pitiful. She doesn't look like a monk, but like a young lady from a human minister's family.

After walking like this for two days, they were getting closer and closer to Julu City, and the group of people finally relaxed a little.

In the past two days, Song Qiao and the people at Baiyu Academy have become very familiar with each other. At least everyone knows each other's names.

At dusk that day, the sun was about to set. Everyone was sitting around behind a sand dune, chatting occasionally, when suddenly there was an exclamation, the voice of two students who went out to fetch water.

Song Qiao noticed the throbbing in her soul. She restrained herself and turned her head to look.

I saw a group of three people walking with the students fetching water.

Although the description was a bit embarrassing, Song Qiao still recognized the girl among them at a glance.

I haven't seen her for a few months. The noble and elegant girl from before has lost a lot of weight, but her eyes are brighter.

A few people away, the girl looked over.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, and then there was an uncontrollable surprise.

But she also knew that this situation was inappropriate, so she did not come over immediately, but stood silently behind, watching her companion communicate with Liu Changmeng.

"My name is Du Ming, her name is Pei Wu, and this is Zheng Shuangxue. We are going to Julu. Of course, Shuangxue and I are not participating in the Great Opening of the Immortals, we are just going to join in the fun." Du Ming is a cheerful and enthusiastic person. The woman took the initiative and handed over information about several people.

Although Liu Changmeng was a little hesitant, he saw that the temperament of these people was not evil. What's more, although Pei Wu didn't speak, his appearance and behavior were excellent. He also wanted to make friends, so that his students could be together when the Immortal Gate opened. With a few more friends to help him, he would be relieved.

Who makes Baiyu College just a third-rate college with no power and inferior teachers? Although I understand that the students are probably just there to make soy sauce, they are no different from Du Ming and the two who are just joining in the fun, but they have many friends. road.

So Pei Wu and the others joined in.

Behind the sand dune, everyone was sitting in twos and threes. Coincidentally, Luo Wei was called away by his senior brother, leaving Song Qiao free. Pei Wu walked over and sat down next to her silently.

Du Ming and Zheng Shuangxue sat near her. They leaned lazily on the sand dune, and their tense nerves relaxed for a moment. As he was just taking a rest, he didn't pay attention to why Pei Wu chose to sit with Song Qiao.

"Why has your appearance changed?" Pei Wu's voice suddenly sounded in Song Qiao's mind.

After not contacting each other for so long, Song Qiao glanced at Pei Wu and asked about his appearance when they met, "Don't you look good?"

Pei Wu was silent for a while, "It looks good."

"That's okay, the way he looked before was too eye-catching, and he didn't look like a serious person at first glance." Song Qiao laughed to himself.

Pei Wu blinked her eyes for a while, and Song Qiao almost fell asleep before she replied abruptly: "Don't talk about yourself like that."

Um? Which kind? Song Qiao was confused.