The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Qingliang Valley, which has always been clean and cold, far away from the outside world, has a noisy and lively night on the night of the first day of March.

Steel orchid, golden yellow, and plain white light beads and small stars splashed indiscriminately, and hydrangeas also spun in mid-air, with scales and claws flying in the air.

Xu Xingzhi carried a dustpan-sized wine jar in his left hand, sat on a slope, took a sip, grabbed a lit firework with his right hand, and raised it above his head: "Wen Baimao, look after me, I'll show you something interesting."

Before Wen Xuechen at the side could say anything, Qu Chi was already in a hurry: "All right, let go! You're going to hurt your hand!"

Zhou Beinan stood with his guns around him, and he said, "Qu Chi, leave him alone, once he blows up his hand, the next time we will compete for the top spot on the list."

Hearing this, Xu Xingzhi adjusted the position of the fireworks slightly, and let go of the fuze halfway through the fire. The fireworks exploded in the low air halfway through, and the jade flying stars fell on Zhou Beinan's head one after another, pouring cold snow on his head .

Caught off guard by the blown dust all over his face, Zhou Beinan jumped up: "...Fuck me!!"

Many disciples were holding fireworks, laughing and running around not far from the four of them, Yuan Ruzhou was clearly the core of the female disciples.The fireworks in her hands are so fancy, many female disciples from other sects begged her to put more, chirping and making a fuss like larks.

Wen Xuechen rubbed his ears: "Has our Qingliang Valley ever been in such a mess?"

Xu Xingzhi put down the wine jar: "One more day of preparation tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be your wedding day. There will be no chaos at this time. Could it be that when all the princes come to their seats? Will it still be lively?"

Wen Xuechen suppressed the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a straight face: "It's really out of place."

Xu Xingzhi sat on the armrest of his wheelchair with a smile on his butt: "Everyone is having a good time, you can do whatever you want, just bear with it if you don't like it."

After saying that, he looked at Wen Xuechen's too slender and slender legs ambiguously: "...Speaking of which, Xuechen, can you do it. Xiao Xian'er was raised by the rest of us, and she won't suffer when she gets married. "

Wen Xuechen raised her lips and sneered before replying.

"You have healthy hands and feet." Zhou Beinan also imitated Xu Xingzhi and sat down on the other side of Wen Xuechen's wheelchair, "But when will you get married? Even if you are looking for a partner..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Xuechen mercilessly pushed him out of the wheelchair again.

Zhou Beinan jumped up angrily: "Why can he sit and I can't?"

Wen Xuechen said with disgust: "It's all dusty, it's dirty to death."

"..." Zhou Beinan gritted his teeth for a moment, and then said angrily, "I don't care as much as you. I won't let my sister marry and you bully her."

Xu Xingzhi sat on the side and watched the tigers fight, he was very happy.

Wen Xuechen turned her head and looked at him: "But Beinan is right. You should also consider the matter of Taoist companions. Multiple people restrain you, so that you will not be in a good shape all day long."

Xu Xingzhi had a playful smile: "Look, look, I have not entered the bridal chamber yet, and I am concerned about other people's marriages."

Wen Xuechen said calmly: "Aren't you and Meng Chongguang very good?"

"He..." Xu Xingzhi froze for a rare moment, and scratched the side of his neck with his fingers, feeling uncomfortable, "A little brat, what do you know?"

Wen Xuechen looked at him carefully: "He can't do it? Are you still thinking about Jiuzhideng?"

"What does this have to do with the little lamp?"

Xu Xingzhi became more and more confused, so he didn't think much about it, and grabbed his shoulders: "You, don't talk about my affairs. Here..." He pointed at Qu Chi, "Look at that one, she is four years older than me. "

Qu Chi didn't expect that the talk would come to him, he couldn't help laughing: "Since the master ascended, I have been in charge of all matters in Danyang Peak, so I don't have time to think about these things."

Wen Xuechen didn't even look at Qu Chi: "I don't care about him. I care about you."

Xu Xingzhi didn't care at all, and jumped out of his wheelchair with a smile: "You just need to think about how to treat Xiao Xian'er kindly. Just give me a nephew and niece by this time next year. I don't need you to worry about the rest."

He took a few steps forward, picked out a strange-shaped firework from a pile of fireworks, jumped onto the slope where he was lying down just now, ignited it with a torch, held it in his hand, and waited for the fuse to burn: "Xuechen, let me give it to you." You put something more interesting."

A few moments later, he let go of his palm, and the fireworks, which had been restless for a long time, flew into the low air, and the starlight that was as fine as a mayfly swirled and scattered above the heads of the four.

Xu Xingzhi spread his arms and looked at him with a smile.

Wen Xuechen was quite helpless: "You..."

However, as soon as he spoke, thousands of fireworks shot straight towards Xiaohan from behind Xu Xingzhi.

"Snow, string".

These two characters are printed in the sky and will not go away for a long time.

Zhou Xian has already settled down in a well-built courtyard house outside Qingliang Valley, and is only waiting to get married the day after tomorrow. The grand scene of thousands of flowers blooming here can also be seen there.

Thousands of sparks of starlight fell on Xu Xingzhi's shoulders, reflecting his face extraordinarily clear and wild.

All the disciples were dumbfounded, only those female disciples were stunned for a moment when they saw the sky, and then burst into cheers, all of them were happier than they were getting married.

Xu Xingzhi's blue hairband was blown up and down by the wind, he said loudly: "Xuechen, this is my wedding gift for you and Xiao Xian'er. Do you like it?"

Wen Xuechen looked up at the sky and remained silent.

"... Tsk." Xu Xingzhi walked down the slope a few steps, closed the folding fan in his hand, and tapped Wen Xuechen's chest, "Say something."

"Where did you get these fireworks? It doesn't sound very noisy or shocking to me," Wen Xuechen said.

Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I made them one by one by myself. Your heart disease must be because you can't stand the noise. How about it, okay?"

"Just to blow up these two words?"

Xu Xingzhi's face was calm: "Of course it's just to blow up these two words. Isn't that enough?"

Wen Xuechen lowered his head, played with his cuffs and sighed, "Whoever becomes your Taoist partner is really lucky."

"Why is it this set again, is it annoying?" Xu Xingzhi complained, "Are you my mother?"

A warm smile flashed across the corner of Wen Xuechen's mouth, and even though he put the corner of his lips down quickly, there was a rare soft light in his eyes.

After the chaos was over and the disciples of Fengling who came to the wedding were sent back to sleep in the guest hall, Xu Xingzhi yawned wearily and walked to his temporary bedroom, waving his fan.

Seeing the flickering lights in the hall from afar, the corners of Xu Xingzhi's mouth raised up unconsciously, and he didn't put the corners down until he reached the front of the hall.

The moment he opened the door and walked in, he was picked up by the waist, turned around several times, until he yelled, "Waist, waist!"

Hearing Xu Xingzhi's call for pain, Meng Chongguang kissed him sideways, and then reluctantly put him down: "Brother went to play with others, but left Chongguang alone in the room."

A few days ago, Xu Xing had a back injury recurring because of making those fireworks. Now it is the time when he can't touch it easily, but he still thinks it's ugly to support his waist, so he limped to the desk and picked up a soft stool to sit on. Next: "You weigh yourself, what have you done?"

Meng Chongguang was not convinced: "It's just that I kissed my brother while he was asleep..."

"...Take off my pants by the way?"

"I miss senior brother." Meng Chongguang said aggrievedly, "Brother went out to perform a mission, but he didn't see anyone for half a month. Chongguang guarded the empty hall, feeling uncomfortable. Whenever he saw senior brother, he couldn't help it..."

"Next time I ask you to go out to perform tasks alone, you won't feel uncomfortable." Xu Xingzhi picked up the bamboo slips dripping with ink and ink on the table, so as to block the chuckle from the corner of his mouth, "Have you finished copying the scriptures I asked you to copy?" ?”

At a glance, Xu Xingzhi couldn't laugh or cry.

At the beginning, Meng Chongguang was still copying the scriptures in a regular manner, but the handwriting became more and more chaotic, like a four-legged snake, zigzagging around:

"Brother went out for half an hour. Where did you go? Are you with Senior Sister Yuan, or are you looking for Thirty-four again?"

"Brother has been out for an hour, when will he come back?"

"Two hours. Chongguang misses senior brother. I want to separate senior brother's legs..."

Seeing this, Xu Xingzhi covered the bamboo slips expressionlessly: "Is this the scripture you copied?"

Meng Chongguang said confidently, "Yes."

If he can be a little ashamed, it's all right. With such a brazen face, Xu Xingzhi is a little helpless: "Tonight, you go to sleep in the disciple hall."

Without further ado, Meng Chongguang knelt down on the ground with a plop, took two steps on his knees, hugged Xu Xingzhi's thigh, put his chin on his knee, and said coquettishly: "Senior brother, senior brother, I know I was wrong. Lah, I won’t do this in the future. Don’t chase me away, I’ll warm your bed.”

Xu Xingzhi turned his head away, and forcibly suppressed a smile: "...What kind of bed is warm? Sleep on the floor. If you dare to go to bed in the middle of the night, you will go to the disciple hall. Do you hear me?"

Seeing Xu Xingzhi let go, Meng Chongguang smiled, stood up neatly, threw himself into Xu Xingzhi's arms, kissed his forehead lightly, brushed the delicate mole under his eyes with his fingertips ambiguously: "I'm going to help senior brother Get water and wash!"

After a superficial kiss, he withdrew and left contentedly, leaving Xu Xing alone to touch his feverish forehead, and laughed and scolded to himself: "...Little bastard."

Wen Xuechen's marriage has been on the agenda since a year ago, until the day when the wedding ceremony officially started, all the links have been cleared, and everything is ready, so everything is in an orderly manner, and there is no panic.

Since the morning, the princes of the four sects have visited one after another.

Mr. Guangfu stayed in the mountain to deal with all kinds of miscellaneous affairs, but he couldn't make the trip, so he only sent congratulations, but Mr. Qingjing, who had never cared about world affairs, ran over.

In Mr. Qingjing's words: "Qinglianggu's wine has always been delicious, so I definitely want to come and taste it."

Xu Xingzhi, Zhou Beinan, and Qu Chi are all Wen Xuechen's best ministers, responsible for receiving guests and paying tribute, and they have been busy since early morning.

Zhou Beinan frowned as soon as he met Xu Xingzhi: "Are you still drinking at this time?"

"Drink alcohol early in the morning, sober up." Xu Xingzhi didn't take it seriously, "I'm not drunk, so I won't delay my business."

After he walked away, Zhou Beinan stood side by side with Qu Chi, and the former was very worried: "Could it be that Xingzhi really had an affair with that Jiuzhideng? It's been nearly a year since Jiuzhideng left, why is he still so close?" Live by drinking?"

"It's too emotional, it's not incomprehensible if you can't get out." Qu Chi said softly, "But we should really persuade him."

"That nine-branched lamp is doing well." Zhou Beinan was a little irritable, "One of his two elder brothers rebelled, and the other died of illness. He has already secured the position of Demon Lord with Liu Yunhe's support, so why bother..."

"It's just a puppet, so why talk about the Demon Lord?" Qu Chi said, "The one who really holds the power of the Demonic Dao is probably Liu Yunhe behind him."

Zhou Beinan wanted to complain, but Qu Chi turned around and looked at him gently: "Beinan, you know a lot about magic."

Zhou Beinan: "Huh?"

"The matter of Jiuzhideng's second brother's death is still a secret, how do you know?"

Zhou Beinan blushed, and asked forcefully, "How did you know?"

"I'm concerned about Xingzhi, so I went to inquire about it. How about you?"

"I..." Zhou Beinan almost caught his breath, "...I'm free, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his hands and walked forward angrily, leaving Qu Chi alone smiling at his back.

However, before Zhou Beinan took three or four steps, he heard an announcement from the mouth of the Qingliang Valley: "The demon king's nine-branched lamp has arrived—"

Qu Chi raised his head, Zhou Beinan suddenly stopped, and Xu Xingzhi, who was on the high platform for receiving guests not far away, who was chatting with Lord Qingjing, also turned his head, shocked.

Before the princes sitting on the high platform began to discuss, Lord Qing Jing raised his hand and announced in a gentle voice: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. I sent a letter to invite him. After all, he is my apprentice, the fairy demon. The two families have been at odds for many years, and inviting him to the wedding is also an act of reconciliation between the two."

Although Lord Qingjing spoke in a soft tone, but because of his position in the most detached among the immortals, the elders did not have much criticism, they could only smile and say it's okay.

Xu Xingzhi was both surprised and happy, and whispered: "...Master?"

Mr. Qing Jing turned sideways to him, and said in the same low voice, "... Are you happy?"

Seeing the joy on Xu Xingzhi's face, Lord Qingjing's expression became even softer: "Just be happy."

"Master is thoughtful." Xu Xingzhi frowned slightly, "I haven't seen Xiaodeng for a long time."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qing Jing said frankly: "...Where is my thoughtfulness, I didn't think of inviting him to come here at first. Someone sent me a letter, asking me to write a letter of invitation in hand and send it to the General Forum of Demon Dao , I wrote it."

The ceremony officer at Taniguchi received the gift form presented by the nine lamps, and the loud salute resounded through the valley.

When the ceremony officer reported the gift, Zhou Beinan looked at Wen Xuechen, who was dressed in auspicious clothes, with some concern, but found that there was no look of disgust or surprise on his face, and there was a faint smile on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Beinan couldn't guess the reason: "...you invited him here?"

Wen Xuechen raised his chin slightly: "Since he has become the demon king, I have to test whether his loyalty to the four sects is second to none. My wedding ceremony is a good opportunity to observe his movements. I will write to I begged Mr. Qingjing. Mr. Qingjing personally wrote a letter and sent it to the General Altar of the Demon Dao, if you don’t believe him, he will not come.”

Zhou Beinan asked back: "Then why don't you let Xingzhi write a letter? He is now rectifying the magic way, in the ascendant, and everything is messy. Of course, he would not refuse to ask Xingzhi to invite him with his own writing, but he would not Prevaricate."

Wen Xuechen: "..."

Zhou Beinan narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to surprise Xingzhi?"

Wen Xuechen's cheeks were dyed a faint color by the red auspicious suit, and he pulled the wheelchair hard: "...Nonsense."

The gift list was extremely long, and the etiquette officer read it for a full quarter of an hour before reaching the end.When the ending sound was closed, Jiuzhideng stepped into the mountain gate in a steady manner.

He was wearing a dark green uniform, but he couldn't stop his majestic crane posture, and his cool air was like the moonlight cast through the window of Qingyao.And behind him obliquely followed Liu Yunhe, who was dressed in crow blue.

He walked along the main road all the way to the high platform.Without waiting for Liu Yunhe to stop him, he waved his sleeves, bowed and bowed: "Master."

Liu Yunhe had no choice but to kneel down with him.

This move seemed inappropriate, but it made Zhou Beinan, Wen Xuechen and the other immortals frowned.

... From the looks of it, the Nine Branches Lamp is not like a puppet, who advances and retreats independently, but that Liu Yunhe is a little afraid of the Nine Branches Lamp?

After paying homage to Lord Qing Jing, Jiuzhideng bowed deeply to the stage again: "Senior brother."

Jiuzhideng did not embarrass Xu Xingzhi, and the time of worshiping him was slightly shorter than that of Mr. Qingjing.

Liu Yunhe followed the nine lamps and saluted again.

Nine Branches of Lights went through the etiquette to the immortals present one by one, and then said neither humble nor overbearing: "Masters, the younger generation hastily came to congratulate today, it is really disturbing, please forgive me."

His etiquette is in place everywhere, even if there are immortals who hate people who are not Taoist, and they are also guests, it is not easy to put on a face for Jiu Zhideng to see, so they have to return him with a polite nod.

After Xu Xingzhi exchanged glances with Mr. Qingjing, he stepped forward a few steps, held his arm, and lifted up the nine lamps, with a bright smile in his voice: "...Master Mozun, please take your seat. "

Touching Xu Xingzhi's slightly cold palm, Jiuzhideng, who had been calm since entering the door, trembled with excitement, grabbed his arm tightly, and refused to let go for a long time, and a moving red appeared on the pale lips: " Brother..."

Not far away, Meng Chongguang's face completely darkened.

The author has something to say: Brother: I, the group favorite, make money.

Qu Chi: Okay, okay, fight.

Wen Xuechen/Zhou Beinan: ...mdzz. (silently making money)

#The whole world is petting senior brother#