The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Jiuzhideng did not stay in the disciple hall.

In the last life, Lord Qing Jing only found out after a long time that Jiuzhideng had suffered a lot of grievances in the disciple hall.

There has never been a bad habit of bullying the younger generation in Fengling Mountain, and there are some black sheep occasionally, which is also a special case.

As early as more than a year before Jiuzhideng came, there was a disciple who was sent to the mountain gate by the immortal cultivating family, relying on his profound background, he was very active with Xu Ping who had just entered the mountain to practice, and was directly attracted by Xu Xing, who was not the first disciple of Fengling at that time. He beat him to death with violence,

This matter caused quite a stir, and the other three sect princes all got involved.After punishing Xu Xingzhi and the disciples involved, Lord Guangfu rectified the discipline in the mountain. Since then, all the disciples of Fengling have disciplined themselves and never dared to rely on their seniority to do crazy things.

But Jiu Zhideng's background is there, his disciples don't bully him, but they don't regard him as a fellow, Jiu Zhideng is not an extrovert, so he gradually got used to being alone.

Living in groups for many years has no benefit except to make Jiuzhideng more and more aware that he is a different kind.

When Xu Xingzhi bundled his hair into a Taoist style for the nine-branch lamp, Lord Qingjing said to Nianzai: "My first disciple Xu Xingzhi lives in the first hall alone, and the third disciple Xu Pingsheng lives in the left hall, and the right hall is still empty. Nine Branch Lamps live in the right hall, what do you think?"

Twenty years under the gaze of Fengling's disciples, his back is like a light, his face is covered with hot sweat, and he is in constant pain. How can he care about such trivial matters as arranging accommodation with Mr. Qingjing? arrange."

For Yue Wuchen's words, I didn't think about it for twenty years. After the ceremony of accepting apprentices that lost all face in the devil's way was solemnly concluded, twenty years left the mountain with Liuyunhe in a hurry, and only remembered one thing on the way back:

At the acceptance ceremony, he saw Xu Xingzhi, and Xu Pingsheng who was always standing beside Qing Jingjun, but the little-known "secondary disciple" never appeared.

...However, Mo Dao's vigor has been greatly frustrated this time. How could he care about the name and appearance of that disciple in twenty years?

Asking Xu Xingzhi to bring nine lamps to settle in the new palace, Yue Wuchen went to the elixir room again, took some newly refined elixirs, and delivered them in person.

Jiuzhideng knows etiquette at a young age, and knows who is sincerely treating him well.Holding the elixir in his hand, he bowed heavily to Yue Wuchen: "Thank you, Master."

"You don't need to thank me." Yue Wuchen asked in a warm voice, "...can you send a letter to your mother to tell her you're safe?"

With a warm heart, Jiuzhideng replied: "Thank you, Master, for your concern. Before coming, I have said goodbye to my mother."

...Yes, everything is different.

In the last life, Mr. Qing Jing didn't pay much attention to the arrival of this proton, so the nine lamps were delivered without any notice. The situation of casualties in the middle, everything in the mountain is undecided, it is a mess, no one cares about the mood of this proton.

Thanks to Xingzhi's enthusiasm, after asking Jiuzhideng why he was worried, he called Quchi, and with him forcibly broke into the main altar of the Demon Dao to deliver the letter, and for this he received thirty basalt sticks.

Mr. Qing Jing only found out about these things after he sobered up, and no matter how distressed he was, there was nothing he could do.

And this time, he won't let Xingzhi suffer any grievances.

He took off a jade tablet from his waist, handed it to Xu Xingzhi, and said to Jiuzhideng: "You are still young, you should leave home early, and you should miss your mother in your heart. Brother Xu, ask him to use my token to go out and deliver the letter on your behalf."

Jiuzhideng didn't say anything, just bent down and bowed deeply to Yue Wuchen.

Xu Xingzhi shook his fan and said with a smile: "Look, what I told you is right. Master treats people kindly and is the best master in the world."

Yue Wuchen smiled, thinking, it's not enough, it doesn't matter if it's better.

However, after returning from the new hall, before entering the Green Bamboo Hall, Yue Wuchen heard Guangfu Lord's angry shout from the hall: "You stand up for me!"

Yue Wuchen frowned lightly, pushed the door open and went in, only to see that his book case was overturned, all kinds of volumes rolled all over the floor, the newly ground cinnabar from the cinnabar inkstone spilled into the small hall, and the sapphire pen holder simply fell into pieces. in two halves.

The culprit was standing against the wall, seeing Yue Wuchen enter the hall, he raised his hand and rubbed his nose nonchalantly.

Seeing Yue Wuchen coming, Lord Guangfu complained angrily: "Senior brother, I saw him rummaging around in the hall, so I told him to sit down and copy the scriptures at ease, and don't walk around carelessly. But he started acting wild as soon as he sat down!"

Mr. Guangfu still doesn't know how to discipline this former demon general who has no spiritual power, no memory, and looks like a mortal, but he must not be allowed to do whatever he wants in Fengling!

Hearing this, Yue Wuchen leaned over and picked up the cinnabar inkstone, then lifted the desk case, put the inkstone back on the table, and asked Saluo slowly: "Why did you lose your temper?"

Saluo raised his eyebrows flamboyantly, and pointed to Mr. Guangfu, "He asked me to copy scriptures for no reason. I don't want to copy."

... This is certainly not the main cause of his seizures.

Although he decided to kill Yue Wuchen himself, but after twenty years he left behind a useless brat and left, Saluo was so bored to death that he simply rummaged around in the Green Bamboo Hall, trying to find something Usable treasures were hidden for emergencies, and who would have thought that everything in the temple that could hold items was sealed by spiritual power.

Yue Wuchen didn't use any high-grade seals, if it was the old Saluo, he could open it with a flick of a finger.

...but now he can only scratch through the box.

Before the Lord of Guangfu entered the palace, Saluo was already full of resentment, and he didn't even want to pretend to be a weak lamb. Later, he took advantage of the fact that Lord Guangfu wanted to copy the book by himself, and burst out in one breath. Turned the table over.

Seeing Mr. Guangfu's angry look, Saluo finally felt a little pleasure, but Yue Wuchen remained calm, as if the damage he caused was not worth his anger, but instead hurt the joy he had so easily produced. Most of the love was broken up.

Yue Wuchen heard him explain the reason for losing his temper, and said in a gentle voice: "Copying the scriptures is helpful for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, which is a good thing."

Saluo's neck twitched: "I won't copy."

Yue Wuchen asked sharply: "Do you not want to copy, or do you not know how to copy?"

Saluo: "..."

Saluo lost face immediately.

... In the magic way, relying on the blood of the magic way and the superb talent that was successfully awakened at birth, he was able to defeat a group of descendants of the same age just by reading the illustrations in the sword scriptures when he was a child. Everyone likes to watch his son, so that no one dares to force him to read and practice calligraphy.

To put it bluntly, except for his own name, Saluo couldn't read a word, and he even had a headache and eye pain when he picked up a pen.

Therefore, when he was pulled to sit down at the table by the Lord of Guangfu, he saw the paper full of heavenly books at a glance, and he couldn't find anyone he knew from the vast pile of words, so he was very angry and made such a fuss. All over the place.

Saluo's face flushed and turned pale, and he was very embarrassed, so when Yue Wuchen pressed his shoulders and sat down again in front of the table, he only struggled twice symbolically: "... What are you doing?"

Yue Wuchen signaled Mr. Guangfu to step aside temporarily with his eyes, and then knelt down behind Saluo with his robe lifted, picked up a writing brush and a diabolo scroll left nearby, spread out the bamboo scroll on the table, and tapped the pen. After dipping some residual sand in the inkstone, he handed the brush over to Saluo's left hand, and his left hand followed suit.

Saluo's whole body trembled, and he felt that his body was immersed in a soft warmth, which was quite fragrant.

In the past, Shiluo was used to being alone, and he felt irritable when someone touched his shoulder head-on, and wished he could chop off the other person's hand. loose the temper.

"Your right arm was injured." Yue Wuchen said while correcting his writing movements, "Since you don't know how to write, learn from scratch, so there is no need to distinguish between left and right hands."

When Yue Wuchen spoke, his nasal voice was a bit heavy, and the warm breath from his mouth slid past Saluo's ears, which was quite comfortable, but when he heard "the right arm was injured", Saluo felt the scar in his heart was uncovered, and he was angry again When he got up, he wished he could kick the stomach of the person behind him.

In addition to being angry, he noticed a little detail.

He remembered clearly that Yue Wuchen used his right hand to fight him to the death before, but now he can hold a pen with his left hand...

He knowingly asked, "Master, are you left-handed?"

Yue Wuchen replied indifferently: "You can use both left and right hands."

Saluo was proud, and secretly made a note in his heart: If he wants to kill Yue Wuchen in the future, he needs to be careful about his ability to hold a sword with both hands.

Soon, Yue Wuchen led him to write with a pen.

Saluo felt quite novel.This sense of novelty does not come from the square characters formed one by one in his pen, but from Yue Wuchen behind him.

The person who was a line shorter than him before was now much taller than him, and the feeling of his chin lightly touching the top of his hair was very subtle.The man hadn't taken off the plain clothes and jade crown worn in the ceremony, but the muscle lines on his chest were still clearly visible through a layer of thin soft clothes.

Saluo didn't have to look back, and knew that there was a serious and gentle face just inches away from him.

Saluo didn't care about men and women before, and was even quite ashamed of it. Those who used to look down on were the men and women in the Acacia sect, so he didn't think otherwise, he just thought it was interesting and comfortable for Yue Wuchen to hug him and practice calligraphy like this. very.

He even thought, if the schoolmasters in this world all learn to write with a human being like Yue Wuchen, wouldn't they be able to learn all kinds of scriptures?

To his regret, Yue Wuchen only took him to write three lines and then withdrew his hand: "Will you meet?"

Shiro shook his head of course.

Unexpectedly, Yue Wuchen would not be fooled by him, so he stood up and fetched a book, and said gently: "This scripture is what I took you to silently write. You copy it according to the characters on it."

Saluo said, "I don't even know what it is written. What's the point of copying it?"

Yue Wuchen put down his pen: "If you don't understand, ask your Master Yue."

Saluo smiled: "Master, I don't know how to hold a pen yet, you can teach me again."

Yue Wuchen ignored his coquetry, but asked him: "Want to learn swordsmanship?"

Sa Luo nodded obediently, and he didn't have the appearance of the devil king when he was Sapo just now.

Yue Wuchen said: "If you want to learn swordsmanship, you must first learn how to recognize characters. Fengling swordsmanship comes from the mind. If you don't want to cultivate your mind, the swordsmanship you learn will be just a show."

Saluo couldn't wait, after all, he had to start learning swords, so he could have more chances to kill Yue Wuchen.

He asked: "Master, when will you teach me how to learn the sword?"

Yue Wuchen put the book on the table, raised his finger to one side: "After copying those books and understanding them, I will teach you."

Saluo looked up, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

It was a bookshelf that took up an entire wall, and there were as many scrolls and books as a sea, and there were at least a thousand books in total!

... Saluo suspected that Yue Wuchen had no intention of teaching himself swordsmanship at all.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't want to turn against Yue Wuchen directly, so he responded violently: "Yes, master, the disciple understands."

Yue Wuchen pushed the volume on the desk forward: "...I copied this volume twenty times, and hand it to me today."

Saluo choked suddenly, and asked, "...why?"

Yue Wuchen looked at the sapphire pen holder on the ground, and said slowly, "I like this pen holder very much. You should be punished for losing your temper."

Saluo's face turned blue.

Yue Wuchen brushed off the dust on his knees, and said to the Guangfu Lord who was waiting beside him, "Xiyun, you are troubled, stay by his side and guide him."

After leaving these words, he left the Green Bamboo Hall, only Saluo was left kneeling in front of the desk, his hands trembling with anger, his mind was full of fucks with Yue, your ancestors for eighteen generations.

For a moment he thought, let me go, the world is so big, where can't he go?Why are you getting angry here?

However, he soon discovered that he really couldn't go anywhere.

Returning to the magic way is tantamount to seeking his own death, and he has no money or power in the world, and he can't even find a place to stay.

Stay here, at least there is still a chance for revenge.

He clenched the brush viciously, and copied it down against the book that he didn't know what he was writing. The earthworm-like strokes were scrambling, which contrasted sharply with the straight three lines of characters at the front.

But for some reason, seeing those three lines of clean and refreshing characters, and thinking of the warm and dry palms when the man taught him to hold a pen, Saluo's full of irritability subsided a little.

Yue Wuchen let out a sigh of relief when he walked out of the Green Bamboo Hall.

... Now that there is another person available for supervision, Xi Yun should not make things difficult for him.

As soon as he thought of this, he heard a familiar rumbling sound, his heart skipped a beat, he looked up, and happened to see a boy in a wheelchair being pushed by someone, passing by not far from the side of the hall.

Yue Wuchen couldn't help calling out: "... Xuechen."

The boy with white hair turned his head when he heard the sound, it was that cold and proud face.

Seeing Yue Wuchen, the young man waved his hands maturely, and the Qinglianggu disciple behind him understood, and pushed him all the way to the front of the Green Bamboo Hall.

He was inconvenient to walk, so he greeted Yue Wuchen in the wheelchair: "Mr. Qingjing."

Yue Wuchen swallowed the sour breath in his throat, and asked with a smile: "Is Xuechen here to find Xingzhi?"

"Yes. Today I came here for a private matter, so I have not officially posted to the mountain, please forgive me." Wen Xuechen bowed slightly, "...It will be my birthday in half a month. I would like to invite you to go there Cool Valley."