The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

After Xu Xingzhi found out Qu Chi's name, he raised his head and stared at disciple Ying Tianchuan who was holding the lottery.

The child was looked at by Xu Xingzhi with a smile that was not a smile, and he was a little bit dumbfounded: "Senior brother Xu, it's not my fault... I don't know..."

Xu Xingzhi patted him on the shoulder readily: "I didn't say it was your fault. I was just thinking, if I can take down Qu Chi in one go this time, it would be very exciting. Don't you think so?"

The little disciple looked at the back of Xu Xingzhi's graceful and unrestrained going away, full of admiration.

However, before the game started in the afternoon, Qu Chi was still preparing off the field, when he heard Xu Xingzhi's voice from above: "Qu Chi, Qu Chi... Brother Qu?"

Qu Chi is indeed the oldest among the four of his peers, but hearing Xu Xingzhi call him that, he still couldn't help laughing.

He looked up and asked, "What?"

Xu Xingzhi hung himself on the red silk on the edge of the ring, and said brazenly, "Let me do three tricks, okay?"

Zhou Beinan, who was at the side giving Qu Chi a move, rolled his eyes: "Why didn't you ask Qu Chi to give you thirty moves?"

Xu Xingzhi: "That's good to dare."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Qu Chi said with a good temper: "Don't argue anymore, it's just three tricks, just let it go, it doesn't matter."

Xu Xingzhi said with a smile to Zhou Beinan: "See, learn from Senior Brother Qu's demeanor. When you are willing to let me in the competition, I will call you Senior Brother Zhou too."

"Let's make you bigger." Zhou Beinan spat, "I'm older than you, you should have called me elder brother."

After finishing speaking, he persuaded Qu Chi again: "Qu Chi, don't talk to him, he's a very arrogant person."

Qu Chi said virtuously: "He is the youngest among the four of us, it doesn't hurt to ask him to do three tricks."

Wen Xuechen calmly gave Qu Chi a move: "...in the fourth move, throw the centipede in his face, and you will win."

After finishing speaking, Wen Xuechen raised his hand without looking at it, and sure enough, he received the fan that Xu Xingzhi threw down and smashed him.

Xu Xingzhi lay on top and complained: "...Wen Baimao, don't hurt me."

Wen Xuechen took Xu Xingzhi's fan in his palm and played with it: "You should thank me for not participating in the competition."

"...Then thank you for not killing me." Xu Xingzhi stretched out his hand to him confidently, "Give me back the fan."

Wen Xuechen threw the fan on him.

Before the game started, Zhou Beinan encouraged Qu Chi: "Beat him, don't call him so crazy."

Wen Xuechen's attitude was more concise than Zhou Beinan's: "Beat him."

Qu Chi put Fuchen down, took his usual sword and went up to the stage, but he saw Xu Xingzhi waiting for him on the stage with a fish intestine sword transformed from a folding fan in his hand.

Qu Chi laughed: "You don't need a folding fan this time?"

"You're not the same as Fatty Zhou." Xu Xingzhi said with a smile, "...you have snatched me the number one position in the rankings twice, so I have to have some snacks no matter what."

Zhou Beinan's veins twitched from below: "...can I throw a few hidden weapons at him and blow his head off?"

Wen Xuechen didn't answer, but looked up at the stage, raised her hand to stroke her lips, and there was a hint of anticipation in her expression.

As soon as the gongs and drums sounded for the opening match, Xu Xingzhi seized the opportunity and swung his sword resolutely. Qu Chi kept his promise.

Master Qu Chi and Lord Mingzhao of Danyang Feng frowned slightly when they saw that Qu Chi was so childish.But as soon as the three moves were passed, Qu Chi drew out his sword with his left hand, and the sword edge, like Xue Lian, slashed across the center, and the sword energy danced wildly like wind and thunder. To be on the defensive.However, Qu Chi's sword was overbearing, as soon as it was unsheathed, several scratches were added to Xu Xingzhi's robe.

Forced to retreat Xu Xingzhi, Qu Chi took advantage of the situation and threw the sword, forming a formation with both hands, and pushed it out horizontally.

The sky was full of red clouds, and the sky was full of red clouds, and the afterimages of the seven swords set off a huge wind, wrapping Xu Xingzhi's figure in it, and Qu Chi also threw himself into the formation, and disappeared with him.

For a moment, all the people present could only hear the sound of metal and iron fighting, and the sword energy flowed endlessly.

When Xu Xingzhi disappeared just now, Meng Chongguang had already seen bloodstains on his body. He was so nervous that his cheeks were pale, and he almost rushed forward: "...Brother!"

He was dragged back by Nine Branch Lamps.

The latter shook his head at him, but his eyes on the ring were also full of worry.

Qu Chi is a leader in swordsmanship among the four sects, his technique is first-class, and his sword is also first-class.Xu Xingzhi's sword fight was too beneficial to Qu Chi.

What's more, Qu Chi has seven good swords, while Xu Xingzhi only has an ordinary Yuchang sword.

Xu Xingzhi's "free pen", as a weapon in battle, actually has a considerable disadvantage.

It seems to be able to change into everything in the world, but in fact, "Xianbi" is synthesized by Xu Xingzhi with various weapons collected, and the properties of various objects must not conflict.

For example, if Xu Xingzhi obtained a precious fairy wood sword and a high-grade golden gun, then if the two are refined together, "Xianbi" will be scrapped due to the property of gold over wood.

Therefore, Xu Xingzhi must carefully calculate the five-element attributes of each weapon in "Xianbi". In order to avoid rash advances and cause all refining efforts to fall short, all the weapons he refines are mild in attributes and not so powerful.

Therefore, although the "free pen" can be varied infinitely, everything is not as powerful as a specialized weapon.

Jiuzhideng believes that if Xu Xingzhi wants to win this battle, he must drive "Xianbi" and make many changes in order to have a chance of winning.

It can be said that everyone thinks so, even Qu Chi who is fighting against Xu Xingzhi thinks so.

... Keng.

Not long after, there was a clear and crisp sound of a sword cutting through the flying dust and red smoke, resounding through the sky above the ring.

Wen Xuechen said firmly: "...Xu Xingzhi lost."

Zhou Beinan had already begun to gloat: "Let him groan."

On the high platform, Mr. Qingjing leaned forward, looking into the puff of smoke with worried eyes, and still didn't realize that a wooden bead in his hand was cracked. His demeanor was so focused that Mr. Guangfu couldn't help coughing, reminding him in a low voice. : "...Brother, don't be so obvious."

Mr. Qing Jing waved his hand: "Don't talk."

Keng.

When the second sound of the sword cutting was heard, flames rolled out of the puff of smoke, like the morning glow, and the snow-white and light-blue sword blades crisscrossed like shooting stars, colliding with each other, annoyed those who were a little closer to the ring Everyone's pulse trembled.

Wen Xuechen looked serious: "...Wait, it seems wrong."

The third and fourth sounds of the blade cutting were heard continuously. After two bangs, the arena suddenly collapsed in half. The order officer who was standing nearby supervising the competition did not expect it, and retreated in embarrassment. Open the collapsed fragments.

The formation of sword fights was lifted up and gathered in the mid-air, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi continued to fight together, but what happened, even the senior rulers could hardly tell.

The fifth sound of the sword chop released a terrifyingly pure spiritual power, causing many disciples with lower cultivation levels to cover their ears and exclaim in surprise. Wen Xuechen raised his hand to protect his fragile heart, coughed twice, His complexion was faintly blue.

When Zhou Beinan looked at the place where the two were fighting, his eyes had completely changed.

The sixth shattering sound was extremely soft, but it was swallowed by the airflow circling around the two of them. Sparks splashed among the blue shadows and red lights, and the tip of the sword drew layers of spirals and gorgeous arcs in the air, making it dizzying for the eyes.

When the seventh sound of sword breaking came, Zhou Beinan lost his voice in shock: "...He broke all seven of Qu Chi's swords?"

Wen Xuechen caressed his chest, frowned and said, "No, his own sword is also broken."

Zhou Beinan: "...when?"

Wen Xuechen: "When Qu Chi's seventh sword broke."

The array of seven swords was broken, and the fragments of the sword blades fell like rain and snow. Xu Xingzhi waved away the mist and dust, and rushed out of the array.

His body was stained with blood, and his clothes were torn. Just as Wen Xuechen said, the fish intestine sword in his right hand had been broken in two, but his left hand was holding the broken half of the sword tightly, and his figure was circling in the air. The wolf, went straight to Quchi where the seven swords were lost.

After Qu Chi stabilized his steps, he held a broken sword that was broken from the center, and went straight to the hedge.

The moment the two passed by, Xu Xingzhi's sleeve on his right arm cracked open, and Qu Chi's side neck had a shallow cut.

At the end of the game, the gongs and drums rang out.

——The competition stipulates that whoever can stay on the stage last, or who can leave a fatal mark on the opponent first, will be considered the winner.

And after defeating Qu Chi, Xu Xingzhi's status at the top of the list is already assured, and it is impossible for anyone to shake his position.

Mr. Qing Jing reacted faster than anyone present, stood up and shouted: "Okay!"

With a dark face, Mr. Guangfu tugged Mr. Qingjing's arm, but Mr. Qingjing remained unmoved, with genuine joy in his lazy and drooping eyes.He pointed to Xu Xingzhi on the field and proudly said to others: "Look, look at that, he is my apprentice."

Mr. Guangfu: "..."

Xu Xingzhi staggered two steps before standing still, looking back, Qu Chi had already walked towards him, showing a gentle smile: "Congratulations."

Xu Xingzhi burst into a very bright and bright smile, returned the broken fish intestine sword to the shape of a folding fan, and unfolded it with a snap in front of Qu Chi.

On the surface of the fan, there is a cursive horoscope "today's world, who else can I give up" with ancient fairy gold sand, and the inscription is "No.

Wen Xuechen at the bottom: "..."

Zhou Beinan: "...Damn it, is he so shameless?"

Rao Qu Chi couldn't straighten up laughing after being stunned for a moment: "You wrote it on it a long time ago? Is it so determined to win?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "If I lose to you, I won't need a fan for these five years."

After finishing speaking, the two clenched their fists in tacit understanding, clasped their palms together, and bumped their shoulders.

Just as Xu Xingzhi let go of Qu Chi's hand, he saw Meng Chongguang circling up from the edge of the broken ring, rushed to him in twos, and hugged Xu Xingzhi tightly: "Brother, I'm so worried about you..."

Xu Xingyi was startled, couldn't help laughing, and patted his back: "Okay, okay, isn't senior brother all right? Come down quickly."

Meng Chongguang cheated: "I won't come down."

Xu Xingzhi had no choice but to simply hug and carry the naughty child on his shoulders, turned his head and smiled at Qu Chi, then turned to the high platform where the princes were sitting, and shook the tie on his right wrist to Mr. Qingjing. A hexagonal bell.

This bell was given to him by Mr. Qing Jing back then.

When he tied it with his own hands, Mr. Qing Jing once said, I hope you will be a better person than me.

... Although he didn't understand why Lord Qing Jing had such simple expectations of him, since it was his master's entrustment, he would definitely do it.

Hearing the crisp bell, Qing Jingjun nodded slightly, a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Xu Xingzhi gave him a smile back, and stepped off the stage carrying Meng Chongguang.

Lord Guangfu's brows furrowed even deeper: "Brother, he's too arrogant and ostentatious, and his actions are..."

Mr. Qing Jing picked up the wine glass, and after drinking it full, with a smile on his face, he said, "Isn't this bad? I like him like this."

Mr. Guangfu: "..."

Seeing Xu Xingzhi stepping off the stage with Meng Chongguang in his arms, the discussion suddenly broke out.

"...Who is this?"

"You don't recognize it? It's that beautiful waste in Fengling Mountain, who has lost any benefit since he formed the alchemy, and can't be raised with any natural resources. But Senior Brother Xu just loves and spoils him."

"It's him? Why do I look at him and Senior Brother Xu..."

"Shh, shhh. Discuss Senior Brother Xu's matter less.... But if Senior Brother Xu really gets better with that trash, I don't know how many female disciples will be sad."

The nine lamps at the side stared at it for a long time, and could no longer bear the sound of such discussions, turned around and left with his sword in hand.

Soon, in the evening, the topic of Meng Chongguang being carried off stage by Xu Xingzhi was replaced by another more impactful event.

——The most popular rookie before the game, Ying Tianchuan's Cheng Ding, was knocked off the stage by Fenglingshan's Jiuzhideng in a dozen moves in the afternoon game, and two ribs were broken. The next game is Don't miss it.

Perhaps because they got closer to Xu Xingzhi and had similar luck, the next round of Jiuzhideng met Zhou Xian again.

Xu Xingzhi competed with Jiuzhideng every day, knowing that Jiuzhideng's fighting spirit was very strong recently and he was in good condition, so he had great hopes and found a hidden place on the sidelines to watch.

Zhou Xian had never fought Jiuzhideng before, but she would not take lightly on someone who could easily defeat Cheng Ding.

She is quite patient, but Jiuzhideng is more patient than her. Every move is as meticulous and delicate as running water, and the more the battle becomes fiercer, the sword falls like a shower, splashing on the face.

Zhou Xian was so violently attacked by him that he only cared about defense, and the veins on his wrist were numb. Seeing that the short spear in her hand could be knocked down with just one last blow, the side of Jiuzhideng was accidentally exposed. A flaw came out.

Zhou Xian was always careful, and for her, a small flaw was an opportunity to turn the tables. She successfully seized this loophole, succeeded in one blow, and knocked Jiuzhideng off the ring.

Seeing this situation, Xu Xingzhi turned gloomy, and quickly walked towards the nine-branched lamp under the stage.

When climbing up from the ground, Nine Branch Lamps happened to meet Xu Xingzhi's scrutinizing eyes.

Jiuzhideng didn't expect that Xu Xingzhi would come to watch his game, and when he saw him, he became nervous: "...Brother, I'm sorry."

"Who should you say sorry to, you know in your heart." Xu Xingzhi said directly, "Why did you show your flaws in the end?"

Jiuzhideng lowered his head: "I was careless."

One of Xu Xing's violent thumps hit his head.

In the past, Xu Xingzhi often knocked on the Nine Branches Lamp. Although his hand was heavy, it didn't hurt. However, this time the Nine Branches Lamp was knocked so hard that his skull was numb, and his face turned pale from the pain: "...Are you careless? I and you After fighting so many times, you deliberately sold Xiao Xianer's flaws, and pretended that I couldn't see it?"

Jiuzhideng looked up in panic: "Brother, I..."

Xu Xingzhi came here full of expectations, who would have expected to see the failure of Jiuzhideng to release water, how could he be willing to listen to Jiuzhideng's explanation again, and was so angry that he walked away.

Feeling depressed, he waved his folding fan back and forth, and strolled to a white sand bay.

It is now the end of autumn, and the wind is bitterly cold, but there are still many young disciples who are young and vigorous, playing in the water.The middle and lower-level disciples of the four sects all gathered here. The higher-level disciples swam in the water, while a few lower-level disciples stayed on the shore to guard their clothes.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi, several disciples on the shore stood up to greet him, but several Fengling Mountain disciples in the water were familiar with him, and warmly invited him, "Senior Brother Xu, let's swim together."

Xu Xingzhi wrapped his outer robe and refused with a smile: "No need."

One of the disciples muttered: "Brother used to love to play with us Fushui, how come you haven't played in these few years?"

Xu Xingzhi picked up a stone and threw it down: "You're the one who talks a lot."

He threw it sideways on purpose, and the disciples below all understood his personality, knew that he was not really angry, so they all dispersed happily and went to play separately.

Xu Xingzhi looked around and found that among the people waiting on the shore was Ye Buyi who took him to the Temple of Discipline that day, so he raised his hand to greet him.

Ye Buyi blushed with excitement: "Brother Xu, do you still remember me?"

Xu Xingzhi was overjoyed: "I'm older than you, but I won't be so old and dim."

Ye Buyi was blushing when several junior disciples of Ying Tianchuan bravely approached him, and tentatively asked him, "...Brother Xu, was that nine-branched lamp really brought up by you?" ?”

Xu Xingzhi paused, and asked back: "What's wrong with him?"

The disciple who asked the question was quite dissatisfied: "He is a person who is not a Taoist, how can he enter the comparison of the heaven list?"

Another disciple Ying Tianchuan echoed: "He didn't know how to strike, and he injured Cheng Ding, wasn't it just for revenge? He is not in my way, really..."

"Cheng Ding was too aggressive, so he reaped the consequences." Xu Xingzhi interrupted the man before he heard even worse words, "If you have watched the game, you will know that Jiuzhideng's last move I didn't intend to hurt Cheng Ding, it was because Cheng Ding missed when he planned to attack hard, and that's why he got hurt so badly. Besides, whoever taught you the wrong way must be a villain?"

The lower-level disciples of each family looked at each other in blank dismay.

The shy little disciple Ye Buyi bravely agreed and said, "I think it's the same... People who are not Dao are not necessarily evil people."

Xu Xingzhi cleared his throat, and said in a flat voice: "If you want me to say, the way of the devil, the way of ghosts, and the way of immortality are all the same. No one is better than the other, and no one is inferior to the other....The way of the devil and the way of ghosts are often compared with others. Practicing as a medium will naturally speed up a bit, but because things are too easy to get, you will lose your original heart; cultivating your own heart with your own actions in the immortal way is slower, but it is not easy to go astray, and it is the easiest thing to do with peace of mind. Law."

"However, as long as you don't recklessly cause harm and concentrate on cultivating your own body, then the differences between the three paths only exist in prejudice. Do you understand?"

All the disciples, including Ye Buyi, seemed to understand.

Xu Xingzhi patted Ye Buyi's head, turned around and left the bay, and raised his voice when he got to a place where no one was around: "...do you understand?"

Nine lights flashed from behind the tree beside him, his eyes lowered: "Brother, I..."

Xu Xingzhi turned his back to Nine Branch Lamps, and sighed: "You think that if you win against Zhou Xian, people will talk about your identity. Why should you care about these? Winning is winning, losing is losing. What's the point of looking forward and backward? "

"...No." Jiuzhideng endured until his cheeks turned pale, "It's not like that."

Xu Xingzhi turned around and asked sternly: "Then why do you want to bluff? Do you know that if you can win, I will be happier than myself getting the top of the list?"

Jiuzhideng pursed his lips into a pale line, and after a long time, he said softly: "Senior brother bet on me with spirit stones to get the fourth place in the list, but this?"

Xu Xingzhi froze, and his eyes became unbelievable.

Jiuzhideng didn't dare to look at Xu Xingzhi, and said softly, "...so I only want to be fourth....I don't want my brother to lose, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiuzhideng was suddenly embraced by a slightly cold embrace, and a hand with bony knuckles roughly plunged into his short hair, messing his hair into a mess.

"...you fool." Xu Xingzhi said in a low voice, "If I want to know your thoughts, I should bet you to be number one on the list."

Jiuzhideng was hugged until his whole body went limp for a while, then he tightened the hands that were hanging stiffly on Xu Xing's back, held Xu Xingzhi tightly into his arms, pressed against his ears, and said softly: "I just want to see It will be fine with senior brother..."

... All he needs to do is watch his senior brother shine brightly.He can do without anything.

Jiu Zhi Deng lost his composure and continued to exert force. Xu Xingzhi was a little out of breath by him, and his immobile right hand gave him a slight push on his chest: "Okay, okay, be gentle..."

This push instantly pushed the nine lamps to an unreachable place, and pushed Xu Xingzhi himself into an unknown darkness.

He fell from one warm embrace into another equally warm embrace.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, what he saw was the wild and hazy sky, and a round of light sources that looked like the moon but not the moon at the edge of the sky.

...is it back again?

Qu Chi's joyful and gentle voice sounded beside his ears: "It's alright, you're finally awake."

He directed Lu Yujiu, who was lighting a fire at the entrance of the cave, innocently, "Little Lu, he's awake, bring some water."

Xu Xingzhi slowly got up while holding his forehead, and looked at Qu Chi.

In the dream, or in the memory of the original owner, the spirited but gentle and humble Qu Chi overlapped with the image of Qu Chi who was only a five-year-old child in front of him, and then separated again.

...so what happened back then?

Why did Qu Chi become like this?

Why did these people become like this?

The author has something to say: Ye Buyi (with a confused face): People who are not Dao are not necessarily bad people.

Nanli: Yes.