Really not a villain

Baling.

Because of the Wentian Festival, many invited monks gathered in the town. They were all young people of about the same age. They gathered together in twos and threes, chatting happily there.

"The Wentian Festival in Junshan is not as good as the one in Zhongnanshan."

"Ten years ago? Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I heard that the Immortal Master of Qingyun Terrace appeared for this purpose, and planned to accept one of them as the true biography! Tsk tsk tsk, envy others, envy others!"

"It's a pity, those three people declined all of them on the grounds of being masters. Be courageous! If one day some fairy wants to accept me as a personal heir, I will refuse once so decisively, and then leave without looking back... ...It makes me sour to think about it!"

"Come on, it's just you? Namu..."

"Hush!!! Silence! At the foot of Junshan, twelve fairy masters gathered, you dare to mention that name?! Tired of work?!"

"...If that person was willing to enter Qingyuntai back then, he might be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Meng now! A few years after Qingyuntai asked Tianji, that person suddenly changed his temperament, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and slaughtered the entire inspection department. It’s appalling. It’s said that he’s insane? Wouldn’t it be better to practice under the guidance of Immortal Master Xuan.”

"It's not enough to kill the inspection department, but also to give a family of cultivation..."

"Which one is so unlucky? Why haven't I heard about it?"

"Brother Meng just happened to be out of the customs at that time. After knowing the ins and outs, he tried his best to suppress the matter and went to find that person himself, hoping that he would stop here and find his way back. Which... I Remember, Pei, the Pei family?"

Someone gasped: "Pei's family? If I remember correctly, among the five members of Tianxing... there is one whose surname is Pei? Is that the Pei family?"

Another person interjected: "Don't mention it again, what kind of place is Tian Xing Dao? Don't even think about it when you go in. What about Tian Xing Wuren? They are just random names made up to deceive people's eyes and ears! Hmph, there are emissaries there. These are dirty tricks!"

"This brother, seems to know a lot of inside information? Let me hear it?"

"The remaining four of Tianxing's five have more or less shown their faces. Only the surviving Pei family, have you ever heard that anyone has seen him?"

"Never..."

"Speaking of which, there are no portraits circulating..."

"I heard that he is unparalleled in resourcefulness and good at planning. Tianxingdao probably took a fancy to this, and exterminated the family and captured people. But he was forced by Tianxingdao's certain methods, so he had to do things for them."

"The family has suffered a catastrophe, and you have to swallow your anger to give advice to the enemy, what a pity..."

Mu Jiangling was sitting in a snack shop not far away, holding a bowl of tofu flower, scooping it up seriously as if nothing had happened, and asked the shopkeeper for an extra portion of pickles.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Mu Jiangling shook the spoon at Ying Chen.

Ying Chen withdrew his gaze, looked down at the tofu flower in front of him, picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times, then put a spoonful into his mouth.

The discussion over there became louder and louder, and some people even started arguing excitedly.

"Impossible, it must be a rumor spread by someone with a heart! Mu—what kind of thing is that?! How could Duanqing be mixed up with him, you are slandering!"

"That was ten years ago! Afterwards, he became so successful in Tianxingdao, what kind of character is he talking about?!"

Mu Jiangling raised his head from the bowl calmly, patted the table, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, come for another one... oh no, two servings!"

"okay!"

When the steaming tofu flower came to the table, he pushed one of the bowls to Ying Chen: "Do you still want to eat?"

Ying Chen only ate half of the portion in his hand.He put down the spoon and said, "I won't eat."

"Uh, I eat three bowls alone? Hey...what are you doing?!"

Mu Jiangling was about to sip on the bowl of hot, white and tender tofu, when someone picked it up suddenly: "Hey, hey, let me go, the money hasn't been paid yet! Do you want to eat the overlord's meal???"

Ying Chen turned a deaf ear, dragged him away, and stopped when he reached a place where he couldn't hear the chattering of those people.

There happened to be a wine shop in front of me, and the rich aroma of wine scattered around, making people's stomachs eager to move.

Ying Chen said: "Tofu flower is unpalatable, buy this."

Mu Jiangling rubbed his sore neck, and looked into the restaurant: "You want this? Have you ever drank it? Can you drink it? Can you drink it?"

He couldn't resist a god who started drinking madness.

The corner of Ying Chen's mouth twitched: "It's just wine."

Very good, he knows alcohol, so he doesn't need to explain the consequences of drinking too much of this thing.

Mu Jiangling paid for an altar.

Ying Chen: "An altar?"

Mu Jiangling was baffled by the question, so he raised the jar of heavy wine in his hand and said, "Not enough?"

He quickly understood again: "Me? I don't drink."

"Oh."

The Wentian Festival will start two days later, and most people have arrived early to wait. The whole Baling is overcrowded, and it is impossible to find an inn with a vacant room.

After finally staying in a private house, Mu Jiangling threw the jar of wine on the table when he entered the house, complaining: "Hands are sore." Walking around the city all afternoon, can you not feel sore?

Ying Chen patted open the clay seal, poured himself a bowl, the yellowish liquid was clear and mellow in the white porcelain bowl.He said to Mu Jiangling, "Don't drink?"

Mu Jiangling: "Don't drink."

Ying Chen: "Why?"

Mu Jiangling: "Mistake."

After that, he shook the quilt vigorously, made the bed, took off his boots, and turned around, "Drink slowly, I'll go to sleep first."

Ying Chen raised his head and drank it in one gulp, put down the bowl, and asked, "Where should I sleep?"

Mu Jiangling: "There is only one bed...how about you sleep and I practice overnight?"

Ying Chen thought for a while, then dragged him out of the bed: "Drink with me."

Mu Jiangling: "???"

He scratched his hair a little annoyed, and said, "I really don't drink."

"Then watch me drink."

"..."

Since this fairy uncle has asked so, I will accompany you.

Mu Jiangling can be said to be conscientious, the bowl was filled as soon as it was empty.

But this white porcelain bowl, to say it is a bowl, is really flattering, and it can only hold a few sips of wine.And when he bought wine, he happened to pick the largest one among the wine jars that he could lift.After pouring the wine for a long time, there is still a small half jar left.

The winter night is silent, and the cold stars are few and far between.

The room was warm, and the smoke made people sleepy.Ying Chen put down the porcelain bowl: "No more?"

Mu Jiangling turned over the wine jar and showed him the empty bottom: "It's gone."

The bed was behind Mu Jiangling, Ying Chen stood up and took two steps towards it.

Mu Jiangling suddenly got up and backed away, knocking over the stool in a flurry.

Ying Chen: "?"

Mu Jiangling blinked before realizing what he had done, turned around and put the stool away, and explained: "You, you smell too much of alcohol..."

Ying Chen narrowed his eyes: "You hate the smell of alcohol?"

"Forget it, let's do it."

Mu Jiangling looked at Ying Chen nervously, a little apprehensive, for fear of making him unhappy.

Ying Chen noticed the look in his eyes, and said displeasedly: "Aren't you not afraid of me?"

Mu Jiangling: "..."

It's not scary to be afraid, but who knows what he will do when he is in a bad mood?This is Junshan, causing a little trouble, enough to make him unable to eat and walk around.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ying Chen raised his sleeve and smelled it, then slowly backed away, until he reached a corner.

Mu Jiangling didn't know, so he asked, "You?"

Ying Chen said: "Don't you hate the smell of wine?"

? ? ? ? ? ?

Why is there still a little grievance in his tone? ? ?

He was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, getting rid of those preconceived prejudices, this kind of thing—Ying Chen seems to have done a lot.For some reason, those unbelievable, ironic, faintly warm memories that were overwhelmed by the overwhelming sense of absurdity gradually became clear at this moment.

He took a deep breath and walked in front of Ying Chen.Amber indifferent vertical pupils, slender and crystal-clear agate earrings, and a stern face, just like the unsophisticated appearance when they first met in the Cangwu Mountain Grottoes, he behaves arrogantly and unreasonably, has an unpredictable temper, and is often inexplicable because of trivial matters Get angry, then scare yourself enough.

Obviously nothing has changed.

Mu Jiangling stared closely at Ying Chen's eyes, with sweaty palms, slowly and softly uttered a few words: "Are you caring about me?"

There was a slight tremor in his shoulders.After wandering around this unrealistic guess for a long time, he finally asked it out.He regretted it for a moment, but there was no way out.

Probably delusional.He thought so.

The face slap came so fast that it was caught off guard.

The next moment, Ying Chen simply replied: "Yeah." His face was slightly red, maybe he was drunk, but not very drunk, it was somewhere between drunk and not drunk.

Mu Jiangling couldn't help hissing, his scalp tingling from shock.He suspects that he is not only hallucinating, but also hallucinating—the guy in front of him clearly has nothing to do with cuteness, but why, he thinks this guy is a little cute when he says "um"? ? ? ? ?

Eighty percent is drunk talk.

Mu Jiangling collected himself, approached and said, "Why?" If it wasn't nonsense, he would really be curious to death.And this Ying Chen, who was drunk, looked easy to bully.As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you can win every battle.As the saying goes, after passing this village, there will be no such shop.

Ying Chen: "Don't come over."

Mu Jiangling: "?"

Ying Chen: "It smells like wine."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

He rubbed his forehead and said, "I just don't like the smell of wine, and it's not to the point where I can't touch it."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then the strong smell of wine covered him tightly from head to toe.Before he could struggle, a muffled voice sounded from above his head: "You don't know, why?"

Mu Jiangling protested: "I asked you this! If I knew, I still need to ask you??? Are you stupid with drinking... Also, let me go!"

Ying Chen hugged her even tighter: "No."

Mu Jiangling rolled his eyes angrily: "Why are you so drunk! Let go, let go! I'm going to be smoked to death!"

Ying Chen said aggrievedly: "...I'm not. I'm not drunk, and I'm not insane."