The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi acted wildly yesterday, which caused a lot of shock to Cheng Ding.After taking the stage, Xu Xingzhi just smiled brightly at Cheng Ding, and the silver gun in Cheng Ding's hand trembled three times.

Seeing this, Zhou Beinan had an idea in his mind: "...Cheng Ding may be finished. I bet he will not survive fifteen rounds under Xu Xingzhi's hands."

Wen Xuechen also said: "Fifteen rounds."

As he said that, he stretched out his palm and touched Zhou Beinan's fist and palm, expressing his agreement with the other party's judgment.

Qu Chi raised an objection: "...I don't think so. At least fifty rounds."

Zhou Xian also agreed with Qu Chi's opinion: "It's not that you don't know what kind of person Senior Brother Xu is. How could he easily let Cheng Ding lose with his vindictive character."

After this reminder, Zhou Beinan suddenly realized: "...Bastard. I should have suggested that he shave his head yesterday."

Xu Xingzhi's sinister intentions were clearly revealed after the game officially started.

——He didn't convert the "Xianbi" into any kind of weapon, but slowly waved his fan and made a very polite "please" gesture to Cheng Ding.

Cheng Ding only played one hand, and the four people on the sidelines knew that there was no suspense in this competition.

Cheng Ding should be eager to win and avenge his shame, but when facing Xu Xing, his first attacking posture was defensive.

Obviously, Xu Xingzhi's actions yesterday left an extremely deep shadow on him.

Zhou Xian was not interested in the one-sided game of cat and mouse, so he simply looked around.

After a quick sweep, she found that among the all-short-haired team in Fengling Mountain, there was a man with a long body and a tall body, as cold as night, and he was the only male disciple with a headband and crown, so even if he stood The back position of the team is still very eye-catching.

Curious, Zhou Xian bent down and said to Wen Xuechen, "There is still one person in Fengling Mountain who hasn't shaved his hair."

Zhou Beinan followed his younger sister's gaze, and locked on to that person effortlessly.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Zhou Beinan fell silent, as if he didn't recognize him.

Qu Chi shook his head and said, "...I am not very familiar with the disciples of Fengling Mountain. But judging by his uniform, he should be an intermediate disciple of Fengling Mountain, on the same level as Jiuzhideng and Meng Chongguang."

Wen Xuechen also looked at the maverick male disciple, and replied after a moment of silence, "I don't know."

Zhou Xian knew Wen Xuechen well, and after hearing his tone of voice, he said firmly, "...you must know him."

She bent down and touched Wen Xuechen with her arm, "Tell me."

Wen Xuechen's cold white face turned red, and he said in a cold voice, "...you are too close."

Zhou Xian is not a first-class beauty, but she has a pair of heavy and bright black pupils, and a pair of dimples when she smiles, which makes people feel better even if they take a look at her.

She leaned on her knees, smiled and said to Wen Xuechen: "Get closer, so I can hear you clearly."

Qu Chi: "...cough cough cough cough."

Zhou Beinan said carelessly: "I don't need to be so close, I can hear someone's heart beating out of here. Xuechen, do you need medicine? Be careful of your heart disease."

Wen Xuechen pursed his blood-filled lips, forcibly turned his eyes away from Zhou Xian's face, and said in a steady voice, "I don't know the identity of that person, but I saw him arguing with Xu Xingzhi once."

"Why, did he have any disputes with Senior Brother Xu?" Zhou Xian was curious, "Senior Brother Xu has a good temper, how could he..."

"His name seems to be Xu Pingsheng, or Xu Hesheng, I can't remember." Wen Xuechen said, "I heard Xingzhi once called him 'brother' during the dispute."

Zhou Beinan remained silent.

Zhou Xian was taken aback: "Brother Xu has an older brother? Why didn't you hear him mention it?"

Qu Chi also became confused: "I have never heard Xingzhi talk about his family affairs, I only know that he was brought back to Fengling Mountain by Lord Qingjing from the market, and he has suffered a lot since childhood. If Xingzhi has a brother, According to his personality, he will definitely treat him well, how can he not mention this person?"

Wen Xuechen shook his head: "I also have no idea about this matter. When the two of them were arguing, Xingzhi found me, and the two broke up. Later, I asked who Xingzhi was, and he said it was just from the same An acquaintance in the village is also surnamed Xu."

"Is that really the case?" Zhou Xian was thoughtful, "Speaking of which, Senior Brother Xu is really a strange person. I only remember that he was promoted to be the first apprentice under the seat of King Qingjing just after he entered Fengling Mountain for half a year. Although Senior Brother Xu is now an all-powerful , but because of his leapfrog promotion back then, he caused a lot of criticism..."

Qing Jingjun has always been informal in his actions, and everyone knows them, but Xu Xingzhi, who was 12 years old at the time, was just a child in the market, and he had only been introduced for half a year, and Qing Jingjun bestowed him with the honor of the first disciple. Even now, it seems that he is too partial Love is heavier.

Zhou Beinan has remained silent since just now, and did not respond to Zhou Xian's question.

Several people were thinking about their own thoughts, when they heard a burst of exclamation from the direction of the stage.

When they looked up one after another, Cheng Ding's body had broken through the barrier, and he was thrown off the stage in a state of embarrassment.

During the 54 strokes of the competition, Xu Xingzhi didn't use the "free pen" to conjure up any tricks from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even unfold the fan.

And the one he easily defeated with a folding fan was Cheng Ding, who was most likely to win the fourth place in this year's ranking.

Amidst the exclamation and the sound of gongs and drums at the end of the game, Xu Xingzhi squatted down, propped his chest on the handle of his fan, looked at Cheng Ding who couldn't get up, and said: "Boy, Zhou Beinan and the others love you, a rising star. When I compete with you, it is probably based on praise, right?"

He said without mercy: "Then let me tell you some harsh truths now. Listen carefully: your offense is more than fierce, but your defense is a mess. Your head, neck, and waist are all weak points. If I have any intention of killing you, You have died a dozen times already."

Even though he lost miserably, Cheng Ding still showed dissatisfaction when he heard the words.

Xu Xingzhi saw that he didn't believe him, so he said like a treasure: "My first move can push your spear and stick to attack your Shenting; the sixth move can attack your wind pool; the seventh move can directly take the giant tower. I just stop here, As for the purpose of moves No.16, Seventeen, 21, 26, 37, 44, 47, and 52, you should go back and think about it carefully. Once you understand it, you can go to practice with peace of mind."

Cheng Ding was stunned, and after briefly going over the moves he had just fought with Xu Xingzhi in his mind, cold sweat broke out on his back.

Xu Xingzhi generously touched the short hair stubble: "You are a good seedling, I am not willing to scrap you, it would be a pity." He paused, "...but don't coax others too much in the future Take your words seriously. They just treat you politely, and you take it seriously, are you stupid or not. Whether you have capital madness or not, you have to know something in your own mind."

After finishing speaking, Xu Xingzhi stood up, flicked his clothes gracefully, and glanced wildly at the place where the female disciples gathered, causing them to burst into joy, each holding their faces and whispering incessantly.

Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng, who were under the stage, all turned dark.

Zhou Beinan's veins twitched when he saw it: "Which uncle and uncle does he think he is? Disciple Ying Tianchuan scolded me in public, how shameless I am."

Qu Chi smoothed things out with a smile: "He's right. Besides, it's always been like this. He really loves talent, that's why he called Cheng Ding like this."

Seeing Xu Xingzhi's displeasure, Zhou Beinan gritted his teeth and said, "...this flower peacock."

Probably because of the narrow road to Yuanjia, Xu Kongque drew Zhou Beinan as his opponent in the afternoon.

Compared with the Tianbang, strength is particularly important, and luck is also indispensable.If someone is lucky at the beginning, the players drawn in a few rounds are all equal in strength to one's own side, and in the process of fighting steadily, even if they encounter someone with superior strength in the later stage, they still have a chance to fight with him; A man like Qu Chi is out of luck, and it is very likely that he will directly interfere with the rhythm and mood of the later game.

And only by winning all the way to the end can you win the top of the list.

In the first round of the Tianbang competition, Xu Xingzhi got the rising star Cheng Ding. In the afternoon, he met his old opponent Zhou Beinan who knew him very well. It was not bad luck.

However, Xu Xingzhi's mood was not affected at all. As soon as he came to the stage, he greeted Zhou Beinan intimately: "Bei Nan, it's really a day, like three autumns."

Zhou Beinan: "...Rolling."

Xu Xingzhi set the porcelain very skillfully: "We are so familiar, what's the comparison? Or you just admit defeat and let's go down for a drink?"

Zhou Beinan wished he could shoot him in the head: "Why don't you admit defeat?"

Xu Xingzhi twirled the closed folding fan in the palm of his hand: "I won't lose."

Zhou Beinan was so angry that his masseter muscles stretched outwards: "...you just wait for me. Let me tell you, your magic fan is useless to me this year."

Xu Xingzhi said happily: "I will not change my tricks this year."

Zhou Beinan: "Do you think I will believe you?"

Xu Xingzhi beat the back of his neck with a folding fan, and said with a smile: "It really doesn't change, whoever changes is a dog."

After finishing speaking, he held a folding fan, bent slightly, and said to Zhou Beinan, "Come on."

"You came out with a different weapon." Zhou Beinan suddenly felt that something was wrong when he said this, and two or three veins popped out on his forehead, "...Xu Xingzhi, what do you mean?! You want to use this fan directly with me Hit? Do you think I'm Cheng Ding?!"

Cheng Ding, who had collected his mood and sat down to watch the battle, suddenly felt that he had been hit by an arrow.

Xu Xingzhi said calmly, "...that's about the same."

Seeing this, Qu Chi, who was watching the battle from a distance, said, "Why do Bei Nan talk so much with Xing Zhi? Every time he gets angry like this, why bother?"

Zhou Xian was not very nervous: "The angrier my brother is, the calmer he moves. For the past few years, he has been studying spear skills in order to surpass Senior Brother Xu. Brother Xu is like Meng Lang, and he is too underestimating the enemy."

Wen Xuechen had a different opinion.

He leaned on the edge of the wheelchair, pinched his chin lightly, and said: "... Xingzhi is not such a person. Qu Chi, you have to be careful, Xingzhi probably has the ambition to win the top spot in the ranking this year."

"The number one position is just something outside of me." Qu Chi said with a generous smile, "No matter what I do, I just need to do my best and take it seriously."

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Beinan was lifted into the sky by "Xianbi" with a gun in his hand, and plunged straight into the Listening Stone on the side of the arena.

Before he could recall the spear, Xu Xingzhi flipped his wrist like a swallow, and opened the fan. In a blink of an eye, the fan edge reached Zhou Beinan's throat, forcing him to the ground, and the flying spear was also caught by Zhou Beinan. Xu Xingzhi stopped with his left hand and danced in a circle in the air, pointing to Zhou Beinan's heart.

Saibi's gongs and drums sounded with a clang.

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said, "Accept."

Xu Xingzhi really didn't use any tricks this time, so Zhou Beinan was convinced of his defeat, but naturally he would not let him off lightly: "Let's make you big. Hurry up and pull me up."

Xu Xingzhi was overjoyed, he thrust Zhou Beinan's spear into the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

The shoulders of the two touched each other tacitly and intimately.

Zhou Beinan raised his head proudly: "You will be the one lying on the ground next time. Just wait for me."

Xu Xingzhi said: "I believe what Xiao Xian'er said, so forget about it."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingzhi was chased by Zhou Beinan with a gun, and the scene was chaotic for a while. It was not until Lord Guangfu scolded him that the two ended their nonsense and ended up shoulder to shoulder.

But Xu Xingzhi's bad luck didn't seem to be over yet.

Adhering to the rule that the winner draws lots first, Xu Xingzhi stirred in the lottery container casually, took out a bamboo stick, glanced at the name on it, narrowed his eyes, and waved his hand at Zhou Xian who was not far away. The ground calls: "Little Xian'er~"

With such an attitude, Zhou Xian naturally understood who he would draw in the next round.She laughed and waved at Xu Xingzhi.

However, the disciples who watched the one-day match schedule couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation in their hearts.

Today, Xu Xingzhi first dealt with Tianchuan's rising star, and then with Tianchuan's eldest son. Both of them were at the top of the game, but Xu Xingzhi won easily.

And he drew Zhou Xian as his opponent in the next round, and this fight all the way was truly bloody.

Everyone thought in unison, if Xu Xingzhi drew Qu Chi again in the next round, it would be really lively.

In addition, when Xu Xingzhi was fighting against Zhou Xian, or even against Qu Chi, would he still only use his fan like today?

If he can defeat these two with only a clever folding fan, there will be no obstacles for Xu Xingzhi in the next match.

If Xu Xingzhi really won all the way to the end like this, then the ratio of this Tianbang will be enough to be recorded in the annals of history.After all, in the previous Tianbang competitions, no one used a folding fan as a weapon to win the top spot.

Those side disciples played another gamble that day, betting on whether Xu Xingzhi would still fight with the folding fan when Zhou Xian and Xu Xingzhi competed tomorrow.

When the gambling market was in full swing, Xu Xingzhi sneaked out while the disciples of Fengling Mountain gathered to celebrate for him, and returned to the east hall where the disciples of Fengling Mountain rested.

He looked over from the window sill of the hall, and found Xu Pingsheng was sitting alone in the hall, just now he tiptoed to the door of the hall, poked his head in, and called softly: "Brother? Brother?"

Xu Pingsheng raised his head to look at him for a moment, then lowered his head again, rolled up his sleeves and copied scriptures, with a cold expression: "What's the matter?"

Xu Xingzhi walked into the hall and took out a pack of oiled paper from his arms: "I saw that there was mung bean cake that my brother likes to eat at the table, but I didn't see my brother coming to the table, so I secretly brought it to my brother."

Xu Pingsheng didn't raise his head: "That's your celebration banquet, and I'm out of place there."

Hearing what he said, Xu Xingzhi was a little sad: "Brother..."

"I said, don't call me brother." Xu Pingsheng seemed a little impatient, and put his pen on the celadon pen holder, "You are the first disciple of Fengling Mountain, and I am just an intermediate disciple. I don't want others to mention me , I only know that I am 'Xu Xingzhi's elder brother', but I don't know that I am Xu Pingsheng."

It was rare for Xu Xingzhi to be trained so hard that he couldn't lift his head: "...Only Bei Nan knows about this matter, and he will help me hide it."

Xu Pingsheng didn't want to continue this topic, so he started to write again: "Let's go if there is nothing to do."

Xu Xingzhi hummed, and put the mung bean cake by the corner of the desk. Seeing that Xu Pingsheng was concentrating on copying, he raised his neck to take a look, and read out the title: "The Supreme Master Yuanshi Tianzun Said the Great Sutra of the Northern Emperor to Subdue the Demon God" ..."

Xu Pingsheng's shoulders suddenly stiffened, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover it: "Who told you to read it?"

Xu Xingzhi was overjoyed for a while, but couldn't help showing a childlike expression: "Brother, did you copy it for me?"

Xu Pingsheng turned his face away: "I'm just copying it for fun, just for self-cultivation."

Xu Xingzhi is still eager to get a gentler answer: "...but you are clearly learning my handwriting. You see, this is how I usually write..."

Xu Pingsheng was so ashamed and annoyed, he rolled the bamboo slips, broke them ruthlessly, threw them to the ground, and stepped out of the palace door wearing only a pair of socks, leaving Xu Xingzhi in the palace.

Xu Xingzhi knelt on the spot, stayed there for an unknown how long, then got down to the ground and reached out to take the torn bamboo slips in his hands, wiped them carefully with his cuffs, and stuffed them into his sleeves.

Just as he was about to get up, he felt a warming streak sticking towards him without warning.

After sleeping with him in his arms for several years, Xu Xingzhi is already familiar with who this embrace belongs to.

He gave a wry smile, then turned his face away, with the usual frivolous smile: "Oh, Chongguang, why did you run out?"

Meng Chongguang hugged his back, wrapped his arms tightly around his chest, and Yi Lian rubbed against him with some distress: "Brother, everyone is waiting for you."

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, I have been away from the table for too long. Let's go, come back quickly..."

Meng Chongguang hugged him tightly and remained motionless.

Xu Xingzhi: "... Chongguang?"

Outside the window, the shadow of the mountain was lying on the ground, and the residual light fell on the two of them through the window, dyeing their white clothes with a reddish luster.

The author has something to say: After a long while, a soft thing landed in Xu Xingzhi's hair: "...It's okay, brother, don't worry too much about what others think of you. Chong Guang will be by your side and will always be with you For a moment, I won't leave."

Xu Xingzhi was stunned.

He couldn't tell if it was a kiss that landed on his hair, the ambiguous and pampering touch caught him for a moment, and his face burned faintly.

He laughed twice before saying: "Let's go. If you don't go, the wine will be cold. When I come back at night, I have to finish copying the scriptures that the Lord of Guangfu punished me for copying."