The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

On the banks of the Lijiang River, spring and scenery are bright, and the south wind is blowing. An old man who is fishing on a bamboo raft is holding a fishing rod, and skimming several winding ripples like bamboo surfaces on the mirror-like water.

The fragrance of young stubble reeds mixed with the water vapor hits the face.The cold spring has passed in this season, the water vapor is not too hot, and it is very refreshing when it hits the face and body.

A small boat swings out from the reeds not far away, Xu Pingsheng leans on the side of the boat, holds a sweet reed root in his mouth, and sucks it.

In contrast, Thirty-four's description is much more embarrassing, his head is covered with reed flowers, as if a chicken had made a nest on his head.

While rowing the oar, Thirty-four complained incessantly: "Didn't you agree to go boating, I just took a nap, and you didn't pull it even if it got into the reeds."

Xu Pingsheng liked reeds, so instead of arguing with Thirty-four, he broke off reed roots and put them in his mouth to suck the sweet juice.

Thirty-four didn't get a response, so he simply picked up Chang Hao and patted him on the back of the waist: "Hey, hey, get up, and lie down like my second uncle."

Xu Pingsheng pursed his lips and went back to stare at him, only to see his chicken-nested head with reed flowers, he was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Thirty-four suddenly felt refreshed, and his voice raised: "...you know how to laugh?!"

Xu Pingsheng immediately stretched his thin lips into a straight line, turned his face away, and didn't let him look at it.

Xu Pingsheng, who could laugh, aroused Sansi's interest.

Next, he exhausted all his strength, scratched his ears, scratched his cheeks, and ran around, just to make Xu Pingsheng smile at him again.

However, that face is more upright and boring than a coffin board. If he plays tricks and pretends to be a monster, I will stand still.

After many attempts, Thirty-four was discouraged, and muttered and complained: "You are more difficult to please than the top card in other people's flower houses."

Xu Pingsheng asked back: "Have you visited the Flower House?"

Thirty-four blushed and said confidently: "No, didn't Xingzhi tell me this, saying that it is the most beautiful top card, and some people pay a lot of money to buy it for a laugh."

Xu Pingsheng frowned and said, "You're still young, you won't go to that kind of place. Don't stain his innocence."

Thirty-four let out a laugh: "...Is he innocent?"

Xu Pingsheng was not happy that others commented on his younger brother like this, and was about to explode, when Thirty-four moved his hands first, hugged him in his arms, and poked the soft flesh of his waist and armpits, trying to make him laugh in vain.

Xu Pingsheng opened his eyes wide.

As a waking corpse, he did not experience itching or pain, but whether he was alive or after death, he had an instinctive rejection of too intimate movements.

His refusal was taken by Sansi as ticklish, and Sansi worked even harder. As a result, Xu Pingsheng, who was struggling, slapped his head hard several times, making him very angry.

The two changed from playing around to a half-true fight. They rolled around on the bamboo raft and grabbed water all over their body, causing the old man fishing far away to shout repeatedly, telling them not to disturb his fish.

The two had no choice but to stop and stared at each other.

After a while, Thirty-four said angrily, "...I want to eat Sanhuafen."

When the two go out, Xu Pingsheng will take care of the money. Otherwise, if Thirty-four sees a good Jiansui, he can pay all their expenses at once, and then the two of them will probably have to sleep in a ruined temple and eat. wild fruit.

Holding the money, Xu Pingsheng said confidently, "I'm hungry."

Half an hour later, the two had returned to the Lijiang Town Inn where they were staying.

Although Thirty-four does not practice the blood sect corpse sect that he is used to cultivating in the way of demons, he is definitely not taking the path of meditation, so he does not shy away from the desires and desires of ordinary people.I heard that the Sanhuafen in Lijiang River is a must. Thirty-four has been clamoring to eat it since he was a hundred miles away from the small town of Lijiang River. Now he is sitting in the noodle shed, watching a bowl of Sanhuafen with clear soup and delicious taste placed in front of him. Well, the unpleasant dispute just now was thrown out of the sky by him.

He naturally pushed to Xu Pingsheng: "You eat first."

In contrast, Xu Pingsheng held more grudges than him, and without any hesitation, he pulled the powder bowl over, and after using the vinegar pot, he deliberately hid the vinegar pot on the bench.

After the [-]th portion of powder came to the table, he planned to get some seasonings, but found nothing.

He looked around: "... vinegar."

Xu Pingsheng remained silent.

Scanning around, he didn't see any vinegar, and Thirty-four didn't ask any further questions. He skilfully copied Xu Pingsheng's powder bowl which he had just added vinegar to, and evenly mixed half a teaspoon of vinegar from it into his own bowl.

Xu Pingsheng: "..."

He was even angrier, too angry to pay the bill.

Satisfied with food and drinks, the accounts were settled, and the two of them were bored, so they went for a stroll in the street.

Xu Pingsheng knew that Thirty-four's favorite thing in his life was nothing more than swords. Every time he went to a place, he would go to the local decent weapon shop to find out how the stones produced in the locality were. After inquiring clearly, he would go to the nearby mountains some.If he finds that there is no material suitable for Pai to make swords, he will immediately return angrily, and classify this place as a "broken place, never come again" on his own initiative.

In the past, every time they went out, these procedures were repeated, so when they left the powder shed, Xu Pingsheng asked passers-by: "Excuse me about the weapon shop here..."

"What kind of weapons shop is Bing?" He didn't expect that Thirty-four grabbed him back like a chicken, "Let's go, let's go to the city."

Thirty-four said Youcheng, it really is Youcheng.

He first took Xu Pingsheng to the tailor shop, pointed to a pile of embroidery threads, and asked, "What color do you like? Pick one."

Facing Xu Pingsheng's bewildered gaze, Thirty-four whispered in his ear rather complacently: "Next time you lack an arm or a leg, I'll tattoo you a flower embroidery on the broken part. It's still a good idea to have a mandarin duck play in the water." The Eight Immortals pay birthday respects?"

Xu Pingsheng was noncommittal.

For Thirty-four's little needlework, it would be nice to be able to embroider a mandarin duck into a chicken.

He twisted a few silk threads and commented: "Too soft, too brittle, earth thread is stronger."

"...If you want to be strong, you just need to inject spiritual power." Thirty-four smiled, "I sewed you too badly before. If it wasn't for fear that you would fall apart, I would have taken it apart and sewed it for you again."

Xu Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him and picked out the two kinds of embroidery threads that were closest to his skin color, while Thirty-four chose a bunch of indigo, orange, red and colorful threads regardless of whether they were eye-catching or not.

"These, and these, all covered." Thirty-four happily pointed to Xu Pingsheng and said to the shop owner, "He pays."

Xu Pingsheng: "..."

The two wandered around the small town all afternoon, and bought some useless things in Xu Pingsheng's opinion. Just preserved fruits and dried plums, fermented bean curd and chili sauce took up two bags, and other small items picked at the stalls could Everything hung on Xu Pingsheng's body.

Xu Pingsheng took a look at the sky, and there were scorching marks of burning clouds in the sky. If it was any later, he might not be able to catch up with the mountain to explore the rocks.

Thirty-four was not in a hurry, and stopped again in front of a street painting stall, stroking his jaw and looking at it.

The middle-aged scholar who was guarding the booth saw an unfamiliar customer coming to the booth, and immediately greeted him warmly: "Guest officer, do you want to take a portrait? You can see Huangniu Gorge from here, and you only need three coins. After staying here for half an hour, Xiao Ke can draw a good painting of mountains, waters and people for guest officials."

When Xu Pingsheng heard that it was so expensive, he was about to refuse when he heard Thirty Four: "Two people, four dollars, do you want to paint or not?"

The scholar smiled all over his face, and immediately spread out the rice paper: "Draw a picture."

Xu Ping was so angry that he choked: "You—"

Thirty-four hooked a stool with his feet, took away the paper bag and cloth bag that Xu Pingsheng was holding in his arms, and put it next to the stool, and forced Xu Pingsheng to sit down again: "When you come to the Lijiang River, you must have proof, isn't it?"

This certificate was too expensive, Xu Pingsheng reluctantly tucked the silver bag around his waist, and was about to back away when Thirty-four grabbed his wrist: "Hey, have you ever painted a portrait before?"

Xu Pingsheng shook his head.

"Coincidentally, I haven't drawn before." Thirty-four happily sat down on the chair, turned his head to Xu Pingsheng, "Quick, re-tie my hair, make it more beautiful."

Xu Ping was angry at him for being a prodigal, and there was nothing he could do about him, so he had to vent his anger on his hands, specially tied up Thirteen's hair tightly, and pulled him so that his teeth were grinning, and the corners of his narrow eyes hung up.

Thirty-four didn't bother with him, and after his hair was tied up, he pulled him to sit down together, and said to the scholar, "Excuse me, draw him something festive."

Xu Pingsheng: "..."

Of course the scholar readily agreed, but Xu Pingsheng was quite skeptical, if thirty-four plus one money was added, the scholar would paint both of them as immortals.

It was also the first time Xu Pingsheng drew a portrait in his life. After sitting upright and motionless like a mountain for a long time, he realized that he seemed to be able to move and speak.

"...Where is your sword?" Xu Pingsheng asked Thirty-four in a low voice, "When are you going to look for the sword?"

Thirty-four looked straight ahead, and replied concisely, "I'm not looking."

Xu Pingsheng thought, it probably means not looking for it today.

It's going to cost another night's rent...

Through the purse at his waist, he counted the money in it with his fingertips.After an afternoon of squandering, it was quite empty, only some scattered silver taels, looking a bit shabby.

And Xu Pingsheng knew that there were a few first-class spirit stones in his purse, and as long as he could redeem any one, it would be enough for them to live in the Tianzi room of a first-class hotel for five years.

But these parts cannot be used easily. Thirty-four bought the sword stones, using these spirit stones.

Xu Pingsheng couldn't help worrying about their livelihood.

At the end of the portrait, the cloud of burning flames in the sky gradually subsided.There are mountains, water, and two people sitting side by side under the burning clouds in the painting.

Thirty-four took the portraits of the two of them and looked at them endlessly.

After leaving the booth and walking a long way, Xu Pingsheng still frowned: "...expensive."

Thirty-four looked at Xu Pingsheng, who was laughing at Yan Yan in the portrait, and said with a smile, "It's quite a bargain to buy you a smiling face for four renminbi."

Xu Pingsheng, who was worried about money, blurted out: "For this squandering, why don't I laugh at you..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Thirty-four guessed the half-sentence he hadn't said, and put away the scroll: "Okay, you said this, let me laugh."

Xu Pingsheng looked away: "..."

Thirty-four shamelessly imitated those sluts, hooking Xu Pingsheng's chin, Xu Pingsheng blushed, and kicked when he lifted his foot, Thirty-four was kicked straight, and he was not annoyed, he laughed and messed up Xu Pingsheng's hair.

Because of his cheap mouth, Thirty-four would be kicked at least eight times a day by his own little wild donkey, but he still couldn't control his cheap mouth and never tired of it.

The two returned to the inn and settled down.

Xu Pingsheng ignored him because he had teased him too much just now, and simply sorted out the things he bought with a sullen head, then turned and left the room.

After Thirty-four took a bath, Xu Pingsheng still did not come back.

Thirty-four with wet hair was too lazy to use spells to dry his hair, climbed onto the bed with a piece of dried apricot in his mouth, lay down on his back, hung his messy hair by the edge of the couch, chewed and waited for the remaining water on the hair to control Dry.

If he dared to do this in front of Xu Pingsheng, he would definitely be kicked out of bed, and Thirty-four could act recklessly while he was not around.

He was bored in bed, so he fetched the portrait he drew in the afternoon to look at.

To be honest, that scholar's painter is not worth four renminbi, the portrait is a bit rough, but fortunately his expression is acceptable, Xu Pingsheng in the painting is smiling slightly, and his face and facial features are several times more docile than usual.

Thirty-four hopes that Xu Pingsheng will look like the person in the painting, not like now, a good traveling companion, just like his own father.

Thinking in this way, Thirty-four hugged the portrait into his arms, turned on his side, and unknowingly fell asleep, and went to find his talking and laughing fellow Taoist travel companion in his dream.

In the middle of the night, a gust of mountain wind blew past the unclosed window, and the window leaf slammed into the window lattice, waking up Sansi, who was lightly sleeping on the bed.

...the side was empty, and Xu Pingsheng hadn't come back yet.

Thirty-four was startled suddenly, turned over and got out of bed, and pushed open the window that was just closed by Night Breeze.

The cool water vapor rushed towards his face, but he didn't care to enjoy it at all. He looked at the crescent moon rising to the middle of the sky, and raised his hand to caress his right eye.

——Xu Pingsheng drank his blood, had a blood contract with him, and was regarded as his corpse slave, so the two could share a pair of eyes, see what the other saw, and hear what the other heard.

In a few moments, Thirty-four suddenly changed color, put his arms on the window edge, and jumped into the misty night outside the window.

In an instant, he was no longer seen on the street.

The moon is shining brightly, and the Milky Way is shining together, adding some charm to the picturesque mountain gorge.

However, a dark cave in the mountain gorge divides the inside and the outside into two completely different worlds by virtue of the climbing vines.

Xu Pingsheng's hands were tightly bound behind his back, and he was lying in the pool of blood flowing from his body. His whole body was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Whitened, no more blood to bleed.

One person walked up and down leisurely, stepped on Xu Pingsheng's face, and turned him from lying on his side to face up.

Xu Pingsheng didn't even hum, and closed his eyelids slightly, as if he was dizzy.

The man snorted: "I don't know the pain, and I can't die, so it's cheaper for him."

Hearing this, a servant following behind him echoed the words: "The master of the sect is right, he is really taking advantage of him. If you want to make that Thirty-four heartbroken, it is better to directly tear this person into pieces and shatter his bones into ashes." ..."

In the dark of the cave, a deep male voice suddenly said: "If you really send him to die, how will he find Thirty-four? How can you lure him into a trap?"

When this person opened his mouth, the person who flattered the "Sect Master" just now dared not say any more, but said dully: "What the Lord said is true..."

The man whom he called "Honorable Lord" smiled darkly: "It's not right to kill him, but it's more than enough to use him as a sword-testing stone."

The sycophant laughed aloud, cupped his hands towards the dark place, and said, "Your Majesty's order, this subordinate understands..."

However, before he could explain what he understood, a scream like a dragon's roar suddenly came from above his head.

The stones splashed, and the sword energy arrived!

The head of his neck flew out dangerously, leaving only a hole the size of a bowl, and the blood gushed out as if boiling, but it failed to touch the person's clothes.

Thirty-four stood up in the strong wind picked up by the sword, the long clothes flew upside down for a moment, and then stopped.

He stared at Xu Pingsheng who was in a pool of blood, his crow-blue eyes revealed a coldness like the edge of a sword: "...You said just now, who is the sword-testing stone?"

Naturally, these words were not meant for Xu Pingsheng, but Xu Pingsheng moved his body slightly because he caught a familiar voice.

Even if the blood was drained, Xu Pingsheng didn't feel anything, but he felt very tired, and his eyelids were extremely heavy, so he couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly.

...But he felt inexplicably at ease.

On the [-]th, when he smashed the rocks and broke straight into the cave, the lord stood up from a wet rock, and the three or two moonlights projected into the cave revealed a pale face with a dove-shaped face: "Thirty-four, you came at the right time! You disregarded the blood of the devil, defected to the enemy, hid the four sects to rebel in Qiemo Mountain, and plotted to seize the great cause of the devil. How could the world tolerate you for such a crime?! Such a sinner, there is nothing in the devil. A bloody person, everyone can get it and kill him!"

"Stop putting gold on your face." Thirty-four curled his lips and said with a sneer, "...Your blood is to secretly kidnap my fellow daoist and torture you, waiting for me to come to your door?"

The lord said with a sinister smile, "Why should you stick to small things when a man acts like a man?"

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands loudly a few times, and the seemingly narrow dark hole extended infinitely to both sides, and the jagged stone milk that originally stood in the darkness turned into a dark, living figure in black clothes. Demon disciple!

Thirty-four snorted.

——This method of blinding the eyes was done well, and even he was blinded for a while.

Pairs of cold eyes were locked on Sansi's face. If eyesight could be turned into a sharp knife, Sasi would have been hacked into pieces and left dead on the spot.

The lord showed his trump card, grinned coldly, "I don't know how to catch a turtle in my urn, is Mr. Thirty satisfied?"

Thirty-four followed him and smiled.

"Catch a turtle in a urn, I like this word." Thirty-four moved his neck around, and the sword edge that was originally attached to his side and still dripping blood was placed horizontally on the inside of his left elbow, and the elbow was closed inside his clothes, wiping the blood on it. He wiped out a bright snow glow, "...In the end, it's just 120 turtles, just catch them clean."

The so-called lord's breath suddenly stagnated:

Thirty-four... How do you know that including yourself in this cave, there are 120 demons in total?

Did he already notice it?

No, absolutely impossible!

The Lord is quite confident in his blindness.

However, if it is not detected in advance, then there is only a more terrifying answer to explain this question: it is just a rough meeting, and Thirty-four has passed through the breath of everyone, counting how many people are in the cave!

While the lord was in doubt, the blade of the sword, which had been wiped clean by Thirty-four's sleeves, fell down along his side, and swung along with the trend, sending out layers of humming sword chant.

Only at this moment, Thirty-four's eyes showed a bit of bloodthirsty bloodthirsty that is unique to people in the devil's way, but the corners of his mouth were still raised, making it even more frightening to look at: "...I'm just joking. It’s not a turtle, it’s just a low-quality sword-testing stone.”

Amidst the bloody sword shadow and screams, Xu Pingsheng's breathing became more and more rapid.

He was naturally not interested in his blood that had long since lost its vitality, but when the fresh blood diffused around him, a scorching hunger storm swept through his stomach, and after enduring it for an unknown amount of time, his instinct drove him from Struggling up from the ground, relying on a sliver of feeling, he rushed towards the nearest corpse.

But before he touched the cut throat of the corpse, a pair of hands cut his arms from behind: "... Pingsheng, Xu Pingsheng!"

Xu Pingsheng was so hungry that he struggled desperately, but due to excessive blood loss, his little resistance was like a cat or dog rubbing itches on its master.

Soon, a gust of fresh blood diffused in front of his nostrils, as if someone had cut his wrist.

The usually cynical voice suddenly became gentle like a dream, coaxing Xu Pingsheng: "Come on, drink my blood, don't drink theirs, it's dirty."

Xu Pingsheng was so hungry that he rushed forward to hold the mouth of blood that was gushing out of the rain, and impatiently sucked it, making a very hungry and thirsty swallowing sound from his throat.

He didn't remember how much blood he drank, he only knew that when he regained consciousness and strength a little, he was being carried by Thirty-four on his back, slowly descending the rugged mountain road.

Xu Pingsheng squinted his eyes and looked at the skin on the neck of Thirty-four who was closest to him.

That section of skin became extremely pale due to blood loss, and the light blue and purple neck veins were set off extremely clearly under this paleness.

"Are you awake?" The steady breathing sound from the back stopped, and Thirty-four guessed that Xu Pingsheng was about to wake up, "How are you, are you still hungry?"

Xu Pingsheng blinked and said truthfully, "...hungry."

"Hold on to my hunger." Thirty-four said to himself resentfully, "...you didn't make a cut in the fight with those bastards, but you drank a pot of blood instead. Where are you going to reason."

Xu Pingsheng was a little ashamed by what he said.

He still remembered the matter of drinking blood, and Thirty-four's "pot of blood" was by no means an exaggeration.

Xu Pingsheng is quiet, but it doesn't mean that Thirty-four won't get to the bottom of it: "In the middle of the night, you don't sleep, why are you running around? How did you get caught by them?"

To be honest, Thirty-four was in a very bad mood.

If it wasn't for those bastards who let him vent his anger for a while, Thirty-four really couldn't guarantee that Xu Pingsheng wouldn't beat him up when he was asleep.

How could Xu Pingsheng not know that his own negligence caused the trouble, so he leaned on his back and explained somewhat stammeringly: "...I'm going to the weapon shop to ask you about the sword."

Thirty-four suddenly stopped.

Xu Pingsheng said awkwardly: "Originally, I just asked casually. The owner of the armory shop said that it is not easy to produce good stones here because it is near water and humid. They forge stone tools locally and use the rocks from Huangniu Gorge. So I plan to... ...By the way, I came to Huangniu Gorge to take a look. I never thought about it..."

Hearing his explanation, Thirty-four was suddenly in a good mood: "By the way, come to have a look? This 'by the way', 'by the way' has traveled fifteen miles?"

Xu Pingsheng was a little ashamed, and lay on his back without saying a word.

Thirty-four walked down the mountain quickly, adding a little briskness to his steps: "Don't listen to the boss's nonsense, the rocks here are very bad, and I can't stand it."

Xu Pingsheng was dissatisfied and said: "Me too, in order to reduce some troubles and save some time... We have stayed here for a long time, and the money is not enough, how can we support the next place, to find the sword?"

Thirty-four muffled a laugh.

Xu Pingsheng's arms around his neck tightened: "...What are you laughing at?"

"During those 13 years, I had to collect and prepare weapons for self-defense for the disciples of various schools, and I had to travel around." Thirty-four turned half of his face away, "Now everything is stable, the two of us are out to play Yes, no more swords."

Xu Pingsheng asked ignorantly, "...are you looking for it?"

Thirty-four smiled and replied: "Yes, I can't find it anymore. Don't hide your spirit stone anymore, hurry up and change it out, buy more pork and chicken livers in the past two days, and give me supplements."

Xu Pingsheng buried his face in Thirty-four's back, and replied a little happily: "...Okay."

Thirty-four felt something strange on his back, but he couldn't turn his head back for a moment: "Hey, did you laugh?"

Xu Pingsheng rubbed against him, forced the smile off his lips, and then put his face against his back, pretending to be serious: "...No."

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Thirty-four: The second uncle who was pampered by himself will continue to be pampered even when he cries.