The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Jiuzhideng didn't care much, read the scroll and read it for himself, and ordered: "Call Zhou Yunlie here. He will take care of this matter."

The disciple was quite puzzled, but he didn't dare to disobey, he cupped his hands and said, "Master Zhou Chuan is in Ying Tianchuan, should he summon him now, or wait until tomorrow morning..."

"He's very free, you can decide when you call him." Jiuzhideng turned a page of the book in his palm, "Always lock himself up and make alchemy every day, he should also do some serious things."

The disciple took the order to retreat.

After a while, another disciple pushed the door open and entered, bringing in a light scented wind, and a far-off shrill sound of letter bombs going up to the sky, shaking the lantern flowers in front of the nine-branched lanterns to rustle.

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, like plum wine that was warmed just right: "Master, I'm here to serve you for the first time."

The nine lamps did not lift up, as if the old bamboo and the new ink were several times more interesting than the face of the beautiful woman in front of him: "Put down the tea, you can go."

There was the sound of water pouring into the cup, and a scent of wine wafted from the ear, making Jiuzhideng frown, and looking sideways, it met the woman's affectionate eyes.

Those eyes blinked softly, with joy and a smile, like the eyes of affectionate geese.

Jiuzhideng ignored the charm mixed with that look, and his tone was cold and indifferent, horizontal and vertical: "...the one who cultivates the Acacia Sect?"

Being exposed so straightforwardly, the woman felt quite bored, but thinking about the bet she made with her sisters when she came here, she still covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "The owner of the mountain really has sharp eyes. If it's cold today, drink this glass of wine to warm you up." Body."

"I don't drink."

"Nonsense." The woman laughed, "I've heard people say that the owner of the mountain is massive."

Jiuzhideng's whole body and eyes became icy cold: "... quit."

The woman pursed her lips.

Not long after he started training in the Hehuan Sect, his talent was not bad, so he developed some ignorant temperaments. He was afraid of such beautiful men who looked like Qingdeng monks, but he couldn't help but care about them.

But without waiting for her to take any further action, Jiuzhideng said: "I just need someone to serve tea, I have nothing else to say. Go."

The woman was ashamed of begging the boss, because she was more beautiful than ordinary women, and her heart was shrunk to the size of a pinpoint wheatgrass. Before she left, she still joked about the nine-branch lamp: "You have no sense of humanity at all here. , like a grave."

Jiuzhideng didn't bother with her, she had expected this too, and left complacently, even forgetting to take away the warm wine she specially made.

The smell wafted out from under the silver-carved pot cover, making Nine Branches Lamp unintentionally continue to critique. He pushed the wine pot away distractedly, trying to get away from it, but lost his aim for a moment, and the wine pot It tipped over from the side of the table, and the lid of the pot that was half hidden fell off, and the aroma of the wine immediately filled the corners of the Green Bamboo Hall.

Jiuzhideng's cold sweat broke out in an instant, he covered his mouth and staggered open the door of the hall, and rushed into the bamboo forest beside the hall with messy clothes, helped the bamboo to bend over, and vomited water.

Until he tidied himself up and walked out from the bamboo forest, no one saw the distressed look of the mountain master.

His expression was dim, the corners of his eyes were red, and he sat down on the steps in front of the hall alone, quietly waiting for the smell of alcohol to dissipate in the hall.

Jiuzhideng looked at the moon with red eyes, like a quiet rabbit.

At this time, he turned back to the boy who was always used to waiting, sitting in a corner of Fengling Mountain, waiting for his senior brother who liked to go out to drink in the middle of the night to come home, and warming him a bowl of soup to hangover.

A gust of wind passed by, and the wind chimes hanging on the porch jingled, and the corners of the nine lamps had a smile on their lips, and they logically imagined the ringing as the brother practicing sword.

All of a sudden, he was back to his boyhood. The senior brother held his waist and taught him how to practice the sword. He held his hand patiently and told him that the Fengling swordsmanship lies in its agility. You should imagine the sword as yours. arm.

After all, he led the young man to dance a whole set of Fengling swordsmanship. The swordsmanship is freehand and freehand, but Jiuzhideng can only remember the temperature of his palm and the touch of the cocoon when he recalls it now.

He was still young then.At that time Xu Xingzhi's hands were still not cold.

All kinds of things, such as dying yesterday, such as being born today.

Soon, the disciple who had been in the hall just now rushed over again, bowed down and bowed down: "Go back to the mountain master, Ying Tianchuan has already responded. Zhou Yunlie will be there in half an hour."

"Understood." He stood up, reborn as a mountain lord from a boy, "Call someone to clean up the hall, and I will go to the back mountain to practice swords. Zhou Yunlie is here, come and tell me."

In the Yingtian River, the smoke falls into the sea, the gull holds the branches, the tide has receded, and the sound of the waves is broken.

A demon disciple walked quickly towards the alchemy room amidst the sound of the waves, but before he got close, he couldn't bear the choking medicine smoke, coughed twice, and then raised his voice in the smoky atmosphere: " Master Zhou Chuan, there are letter bombs in Fengling, please go over there."

Zhou Yunlie didn't answer, the disciple called again, but there was still no answer.

He was about to open the door and go in, when Zhou Yunlie walked out from inside.

It was a young man about 25 or 50 years old. Unlike his name, he was actually very gentle. His facial features resembled Zhou Xian's, and his face was exactly like Zhou Beinan's, but he looked like he was about [-] or [-] years old.

His face was reddened by the fire, but his lips were pale and trembling helplessly: "Wait for me to change clothes, I will go right away."

The disciple didn't want to enter the alchemy room either, so he turned around and left when he heard the message.

Zhou Yunlie turned back into the alchemy room, looking at the phantom that was washed away by the misty smoke, he was at a loss.

Zhou Beinan stood there and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, since Jiuzhideng is calling you, you can go."

Zhou Yunlie's lips trembled even more. In front of his son, he looked like a child who had made a mistake: "Bei Nan... I haven't done anything these years."

Zhou Beinan looked at the copper stove beside him that had been fired countless times, and the bottom was burnt bright red, and said, "I know."

Zhou Yunlie anxiously wanted to pull his son's sleeve: "Bei Nan, trust me, you..."

Zhou Beinan didn't dodge, because he knew that no matter whether he hid or not, he was like smoke in the furnace, untouchable, untouchable.

Zhou Yunlie, who caught nothing, suddenly looked ashamed.

Seeing such a father, Zhou Beinan couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart.

Back then when he went to save Xiao Xian'er, he made his own opinion and didn't tell his father, because he knew that his father's temperament was not as heroic and loyal as his name, so rather than arguing with him about the pros and cons of saving Xiao Xian'er, it is better to fight quickly .

However, he never expected that what happened in Qingliang Valley and Hegu completely terrified his father's courage.

His pregnant daughter and grandson fell into the hands of the Demon Dao, and his son took the initiative to go to the Demon Dao to provoke him. If Zhou Beinan rescued Zhou Xian, it would be to cause trouble for Ying Tianchuan; If he didn't do it, Ying Tianchuan would be completely passive.

Therefore, in order to protect his two children and Ying Tianchuan's peace and prosperity, Zhou Yunlie thought of surrendering.

"Surrender" is nothing more than vain and submissive, and it is only a temporary alliance with the magic way to save the lives of Xian'er and Beinan.Isn't there Danyang Peak and Fengling Mountain?There is also a book of the world in Fengling Mountain, so it is no problem to resist the magic way.

With them around, Ying Tianchuan surrendered, maybe he could temporarily paralyze the people of the demonic way, and when they counterattacked, they should cooperate with each other inside and out, and the demonic way would have no way out.

People tend to be lucky. If there is a way out, the way out will become the only way.

So, he walked on the road of retreat, and it took 13 long years to walk.

While watching a pair of young children being thrown into the wilderness, Zhou Yunlie still held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that the two brothers and sisters had somehow survived, taking care of each other in the wilderness, and being able to be a companion.

Now his son turned into a ghost, standing in front of him, with an intact face and a scar in his heart.

Father and son stand facing each other, but there is a gap like a sky crack between them.

After a long silence, Zhou Beinan urged him: "Father, you go."

Zhou Yunlie also knew that he couldn't wait too long, he turned around and took a few steps, then turned his head and asked hopefully, "Xian'er... came out too?"

Zhou Beinan's ears buzzed.

He didn't know what he said, but it was probably an answer that satisfied Zhou Yunlie, because he straightened out his habitually stooped back full of hope, and walked out.

Zhou Beinan stared at the alchemy furnace for a while, and then withdrew his aura and spiritual power. His body naturally disappeared into nothingness. He drifted out, wanting to see if his old friend was okay.

He was lucky today, as soon as he went out, he saw a few familiar faces walking together and walking forward.

Zhou Beinan followed behind them, imagining all the play and fights with them in the past, and a smile appeared on his face.

After following for a while, he discovered that these people were heading towards his former bedroom.

Since Zhou Beinan mixed into Ying Tianchuan, he met his father who was holding a pill bottle, and followed him away, before returning to his room to check for a while.

He secretly conceived that he would show his face in front of them in a while to scare them.

However, after turning around an intersection, Zhou Beinan was stunned.

His residence turned into an empty martial arts arena, and the bricks, tiles, trees and stones he was familiar with before did not exist.

Zhou Beinan thought he was wrong, so he opened his eyes and looked again and again, only to see his friends set up wine bowls here, sitting around one place, taking advantage of the misty moonlight, one of them took the lead and said, "Regard Mr. Zhou .”

The others followed, "Respect Mr. Zhou."

This is obviously something they often come to do, they are familiar with the road, and they uniformly keep their voices extremely low.

And the person they want to respect has turned around and ran away at this moment.

Zhou Beinan, who has become a soul, shuttles around the corners of Ying Tianchuan, looking like a stranger in a foreign land who doesn't know his way.

The buildings, towers and pavilions he was familiar with all changed their appearance, and all the people he knew seemed to have been wiped out of spirit. Those who lowered their heads were old friends, and those who raised their heads were demons.

During the rampage, I saw countless Zhou Beinan coming towards me, the flamboyant and cheerful Zhou Beinan, the laughing and cursing Zhou Beinan, the fighting with guns, the bloody Zhou Beinan, in the end, they were all floating sand phantoms.

Zhou Beinan rushed to the Baisha seaside, but the scene here remained unchanged.

His chest was full of fire, and he gasped for breath for a while before throwing himself on the sand, crying and laughing, looking up to the sky and yelling, the rumbling waves of the sea swallowed up all his ghost cries.

He was back at last, to a hometown he no longer recognized.

Zhou Beinan didn't hate so deeply like now for a moment, the original confusion and troubles in his heart were swept away, only the roiling and screaming blood screamed in his chest.

--kill.

—kill them.

At this time, two demon disciples who were watching the night passed by with lanterns.

Zhou Beinan turned his head slowly, his eyes flashed red like blood.

And in the small tea house at the foot of Dawu Mountain, which was far away from this, Xu Xingzhi walked down from the second floor.

The lights on the first floor were turned on, the door was opened, and Qu Chi stood between the main hall with a man who was playing with a teacup with his head down.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi, Qu Chi explained to him: "Not long after I left the town, I saw these two people coming towards me. They told me something, and I want to bring them back so that you can also listen to it."

The lamp shadow was slightly dim, Xu Xingzhi squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the person who looked familiar, the person also realized that he was being looked at, looked up frankly, smiled before saying anything, Danfeng's eyes were radiant : "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember me?"

Xu Xing was startled, and showed a little joy: "Thirty-four?"

Thirty-four raised his hand and stopped Xu Xingzhi's eager words: "Wait a minute. I still have someone here who wants to see you."

After saying that, he looked back, only to see that the man was still squatting outside the door, fastening his bootlaces. The laces snapped and snapped, so tight that they were about to get caught in his flesh. He was about to hang himself, looking shabby and cramped, with an unremarkable paper bag beside him.

Seeing his useless appearance, Thirty-four covered his forehead: "...Oh my god."

He stepped over the threshold in a few steps and picked him up neatly: "Can you get in?"

The outsiders couldn't help explaining that Thirty-four pushed him into the teahouse, and the inside of the building felt a bit colder, but when he fell into the door, the wind caught his belt and stirred the candlelight.

Meng Chongguang has been following Xu Xingzhi, and when he saw the man's appearance clearly, his brows tightened suddenly, and his disgust was beyond words.

Xu Xingzhi's throat choked fiercely: "My whole life..."

The shoulders of the person he called stiffened, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Xu Xingzhi, looking very attentively.

Thirty-four saw that he was standing still, so he poked him again with his finger: "Go. Don't you know? The brother you miss so much, here, there it is."

Xu Pingsheng turned his eyes away, and looked at Thirty-four helplessly with the expression of looking at a monkey: "...wrong."

Thirty-four and Xu Xingzhi were a little dazed.

Thirty Four: "...Wait, what's wrong?"

Xu Xingzhi walked down a few steps, his clothes moved, and a heavy fragrance wafted out. The smell of the person in front of him made Xu Pingsheng feel very familiar, so he cleared his throat several times before clearing the hoarse voice. Added a bit of clear and gentle color.

"Sorry, we found the wrong person." Xu Pingsheng politely grabbed Thirty-four's sleeve, "We will leave immediately."

Thirty-four broke free from him: "Give it up! Xu Pingsheng, are you in trouble again? Who is this? You don't remember?"

Xu Pingsheng looked in the direction of his finger, saw the blank grievance rarely appeared on the face of the young man holding the fan who was always free and unrestrained, felt a little pain in his heart, but couldn't figure out why.

The smell of this person made him feel at ease, so... maybe, he would know where it was?

The young man who was as clear as a long night bowed politely to Xu Xingzhi: "I want to ask you about someone."

"My brother Xingzhi is so small." Xu Pingsheng gestured to his knees, and grinned at Xu Xingzhi, "I took him to the town to buy shoes, but he ran away. Did you see him?"

The author has something to say: In front of the older brother, the senior brother always wants to be a younger brother qwq