The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

After issuing the admonition, Lord Guangfu left in a huff.

Mr. Qing Jing looked at his green pine-like back, waited for him to walk away, then looked away, walked down the steps slowly, and stretched out his hand to Xu Xingzhi who was still kneeling on the ground.

Xu Xingzhi deliberately handed over his hand.

Qing Jingjun pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Where is the wine you brought me?"

Xu Xingzhi coughed lightly, stood up on one knee, and took his storage ring off his finger, took Mr. Qingjing's hand, and put it on for him.

He raised his eyes and smiled, "Master should know how to use it."

Mr. Qing Jing spread out his right hand, allowing him to put on the ring for himself, while slowly stroking Xu Xingzhi's head with the other hand.

Qing Jingjun's skin hidden under Liuyun's sleeves was translucent white, with some strange bluish-red bruises, as if he had been grasped with great force.

Xu Xingzhi only glanced at it and frowned: "Master, have you been fine recently?"

Mr. Qingjing comforted him: "It's just that he sleeps and dreams a lot, so don't worry about it."

"Shall I adjust the meridians for you?"

Qing Jingjun gently stroked his hair: "Master knows how to take care of himself."

"Doesn't Xingzhi feel sorry for Master?" Xu Xingzhi said with a smile, "Besides, does Master really know how to take care of himself? Half a month ago, you went to the back mountain to drink, and you were drunk for six days, lingering in the mountains without seeing anyone. You were so frightened that Mr. Guangfu took me to search the mountains, don't you even remember?"

"How can you remember what happened when you were drunk?" Qing Jingjun smiled kindly, "...how is Xiaodeng?"

Xu Xingzhi choked: "Master..."

Qing Jing-Jun lightly poked his forehead, and said softly: "The smell of alcohol on your body is the fragrance of pure brewed liquor that has been in the Demon Dao for more than a hundred years. Can't you smell it as a master?"

Xu Xingzhi's joy: "Little lamp is alright. Since he entered the Nascent Soul stage, no one dares to bully him in the devil's way."

Qing Jingjun said softly: "Maybe it's not that simple. He grew up among the four sects, no matter how the people of the four sects treat him, they won't really hurt him. In the future, you should go to the Demon Dao General Altar to see more Look at him, to teach him to feel better."

Xu Xingzhi deliberately teased him: "Master wants to drink more pure wine."

"I've drank even better wine." Qing Jingjun said, "Since this wine was sent by Xiaodeng, it's a matter of thought. I drank his wine so that he would know that no matter where he goes, at least There is still a home in Fengling."

Speaking of this, Mr. Qing Jing yawned, and a little red tear appeared in his lazily drooping eyes: "I've always been so sleepy lately, probably because of spring sleepiness."

Xu Xingzhi said unceremoniously: "Master drank too much. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, master is so greedy for the taste of the world, when will he be able to cultivate the state of 'inaction' and become immortal? It's better to quit the bar earlier."

Mr. Qing Jing looked aggrieved: "If I quit drinking, then what's the point of my life?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

OK, OK, you are the master, you are the greatest.

Lord Qing Jing said again: "Besides, I don't want to become a fairy."

"Why?"

Qing Jingjun smiled softly: "Xingzhi is still young. Once Master leaves, who will take care of Xingzhi."

Xu Xingzhi couldn't laugh or cry: "Yes, master, I'm not Zhongguang. I'm so old and I need someone to take care of you. Don't let the uncle hear what you said, otherwise he will definitely take you who hasn't ascended for many years. It's all on my head."

Lord Qingjing smiled, and slowly replied to Lord Guangfu: "...Xiyun is not so unreasonable."

Xu Xingzhi thought, in the eyes of a meek and docile master like Master, are there any unreasonable people in this world?

Mr. Qing Jing was indeed tired, he pushed his shoulder: "Go back and rest."

After sending Xu Xingzhi away, Lord Qingjing returned to the Green Bamboo Hall, closed the hall door, walked slowly to the front of the futon, sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breath and fell asleep, and within a short while, he had already sunk his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness to roam among the seas of consciousness, so as to accumulate Spirit, relieve fatigue.

However, not long after Mr. Qing Jing was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, his body that was supposed to be sleeping faintly changed.

——There seemed to be a trace of worms rushing across his neck, and under the translucent skin, the blue neck veins were faintly visible wriggling abnormally.

Mr. Qing Jing opened his eyes, staggered down the ground, dragged his robe with his bare feet, and stopped in front of a bronze mirror.

His slender and round ankles, slender and clean calves were reflected in the bronze mirror, and the green gauze plain robe was draped over his body, which was faintly visible, no different from his usual appearance when he was drunk and running at night.

Only his eyes lost the soft and innocent warmth of the past, and were completely stained with frost and blood.

The finger slowly rubbed and pressed Qing Jingjun's soft and plump lips, and then used those lips to pick out a playful and cruel grin: "...Yue Wuchen, hello."

Xu Xingzhi returned to his own palace, and turned around twice in a bored manner, feeling a little more bored in his chest.

In the past when he came back, Meng Chongguang would either lie on the bed, or simply sit on the front steps with his knees hugged and wait for him to come back. When he saw his figure, he would jump up like a puppy, and suddenly he couldn't see this clingy little boy. Something, Xu Xingzhi felt that something was wrong all over his body.

He tormented in the room for half a moment, and decisively waved his sleeves to use his mana, causing a lamp in the room to slowly light up with blue light.

In an instant, there were three phantoms sitting or standing in the room.

Seeing the three of them, Xu Xingzhi felt a little better physically and mentally: "Oh, they are all busy."

"Fuck!" Zhou Beinan obviously just took a bath, and there are still clear drops of water hanging on his large wheat-colored muscles, "Xu Xingzhi, you won't say hello in advance if you want to light the lamp."

Xu Xingzhi leaned on the back of the chair and waved his hands casually, and greeted casually: "Bei Nan, I'm here to play with you."

Zhou Beinan threw the clothes in his hand directly at Xu Xingzhi, and Xu Xingzhi hid, only to realize that he was also a phantom on Zhou Beinan's side, so he smiled and said, "Why is this?"

When Xu Xingzhi was bored, he made a rhinoceros lamp.

Xu Xingzhi's original intention of doing this thing is serious: "In this way, once something happens to the four gates, or if there is any troublesome monster nearby, we can communicate with each other and deal with the matter in time."

He went to Qingliang Valley, Danyang Peak, and Ying Tianchuan, and put one in each of Wen Xuechen, Qu Chi, and Zhou Bei's south room. As long as one of them was activated with mana to ignite, he could choose to have the other lights on at the same time, so that he could get a glimpse of the other party. The figure, heard the voice of the other party.

Regarding the gadgets he made, Wen Xuechen pointed out sharply: "You are just afraid that no one will talk to you."

Zhou Beinan also agreed with this.

However, that being said, in the end the four lamps were safely and securely placed in the respective temples of the four chief disciples.Wen Xuechen also deliberately stored six pieces of priceless black rhino horns in the hall that could be burned by rhino lamps.

Sure enough, after this thing was put on the table, it was rarely used for serious purposes, and most of them were used by Xu Xingzhi when he had nothing to do and chatted with them.

Wen Xuechen was immersed in writing something, when he heard Zhou Beinan and Xu Xingzhi's dispute, he said without raising his head: "The two of you speak softly. Qu Chi is meditating."

Xu Xingzhi adjusted the chair, "I heard that there is no Fatty Zhou, so stop arguing. Lord Guangfu told me to copy "Fengling History Records", I have to calm down."

Zhou Beinan gleefully wiped off the water droplets on his body, wrapped a bath towel up to his waist, picked up the clothes he threw out just now, and put them on his body hastily: "Why, are you causing trouble again?"

Xu Xingzhi spread out a roll of blank bamboo slips: "I don't cause trouble, and the Lord of Guangfu can always find a reason to ask me to copy books."

Wen Xuechen said lightly: "You really should take this opportunity to cultivate yourself."

Xu Xingzhi complained: "I'm going to vomit after copying. Where did I come from for self-cultivation? Which book in the Cangshu Pavilion in Fengling Mountain have I never copied? Now when I pick up a pen, my stomach refluxes."

Hearing this, Wen Xuechen had a slight smile on his usually cold face: "That means you are not paying attention."

Seeing the expression on his face, Xu Xingzhi was thoughtful, pretended to stand up and pour water, crept around behind him, and read aloud what he saw: "Sit and watch the sky, lie down and watch your heart, flowing clouds make you, Feixing Chengqing..."

Wen Xuechen blushed and scolded, "Go away!"

Xu Xingzhi walked away, and said with a smile: "'Liuyun Chengqing, Flying Star Chengqing'... Beinan, Xiao Xian'er responded to Tianchuan's family? Let him come back early, you see how Xuechen has been suppressed gone."

Wen Xuechen felt annoyed with embarrassment: "...Xu Xingzhi!"

Xu Xingzhi immediately said obediently: "I copy books, copy books."

So, the four continued to do their own things.

Wen Xuechen carefully wrote the love letter he probably never intended to send to Zhou Xian, Xu Xingzhi copied the book, Qu Chi meditated, Zhou Beinan went to the school field with a gun to practice for an hour, then came back with a gun, and took a bath again.

After Zhou Beinan came back, there was a lot of commotion. Qu Chi, who had been meditating since just now, opened his eyes and saw the phantom of the three people in front of him. He didn't show much surprise. I took a look in front of Xu Xingzhi's phantom, smiled, took a scroll, and read it by myself.

The four of them are doing their own thing, but they are at ease.

After a long time, Qu Chi was called out by several disciples to deal with some affairs. As soon as he went out, Xu Xingzhi put down his pen and stretched.

Zhou Beinan: "Have you finished copying?"

Xu Xingzhi pushed forward the volume with wet ink on it: "What are you copying? Since I entered the mountain, I have copied "Fengling History Records" more than [-] times, and I have memorized them all by heart. Take a look."

Zhou Beinan wiped his wet long hair and his muscular upper body was bare, leaning over to read the volume: "Okay, you."

Xu Xingzhi tapped the table with his fingertips: "Help me see if there are any mistakes."

After that, he turned his head and said to Wen Xuechen: "Xuechen, will Xiao Xian'er still participate in the Tianbang competition this year?"

Wen Xuechen nodded: "Yes."

"I said, why is Xiao Xianer still here?" Xu Xingzhi rested his arms on the back of the chair, "Wen Baimao, seriously, can you do it? It's been more than half a year, where is my little nephew and niece?" ?”

Wen Xuechen stopped writing and looked up at him: "Can I do it, do you want to try?"

Xu Xingzhi laughed.

Zhou Beinan walked away from Xu Xingzhi's side, and put the wet towel aside: "Although one or two of the ten sentences with the surname Xu are like human words, but these words are right, Xuechen, I can wait I'm hugging my nephew."

Wen Xuechen said flatly, "I want a girl."

Zhou Beinan snorted and scratched his ears: "Girl? You're so delicate, how can you raise her?"

Xu Xingzhi took the copied scroll, read it from the beginning, and said sarcasticly, "It's raised by a husband and wife. As an uncle, you can hug it twice a year."

Wen Xuechen obviously didn't intend to continue this topic, and said, "By the way, Qu Chi won't be able to compete in this day's list."

Xu Xingzhi asked doubtfully, "Huh?"

Wen Xuechen said: "Have you forgotten? He is the acting mountain master of Danyang Peak. For such a grand event, I am afraid that he will have to sit with Lord Qingjing and the others."

Xu Xingzhi was happy: "It's good to be brave. I lost another opponent."

Wen Xuechen: "Don't be too happy. I heard from Master and the others that you may not be allowed to attend this year."

Xu Xingyi was startled.

Wen Xuechen raised his head and said, "You are a Nascent Soul cultivator, and you have already won the top spot on this day's list. Why do you need to get involved?"

Xu Xingzhi frowned.

He thought of his plan, thought about it, but still refused to let it go easily, so he held the scroll in one hand and leaned his body in the direction of Wen Xuechen's phantom: "I don't care, I'm going to participate."

Wen Xuechen: "...who are you acting like a baby with?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "You."

Wen Xuechen: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Brother Xuechen, tell me something nice about Mr. Fuyao."

Wen Xuechen: "Yes. There is something to do, brother Xuechen, nothing to do with Wen Baimao."

Xu Xingzhi didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile on his face.

Wen Xuechen coughed, covered her mouth and said vaguely: "...I will try my best."

Xu Xingzhi immediately opened his eyes and smiled: "Thank you. Tell Mr. Fuyao for me that I don't need to use the 'Xianbi', and I can just take a sword. In short, you can ask me to do it."

Zhou Beinan stared, "What do you mean? I'm still participating this year."

Xu Xingzhi grinned, buried his head and continued to read what he had just silently written, and without reading a few lines, he frowned, and shook the scroll in his hand to Zhou Beinan: "Look, look, just called Help me see if there are any omissions, why didn't you see it?"

Zhou Beinan glanced at the scroll: "How can I know the historical records of your Fengling."

Xu Xingzhi: "Hey, I don't believe that you didn't record it in Ying Tianchuan's historical records."

He pointed it out to Zhou Beinan: "The 'Zhoushou Rebellion' initiated by Mo Dao Nianzai and Saluo happened in the first year of Zhengshou. I wrote it as the second year of Zhengshou. Why didn't you remind me? You saw it, why don't you scold me for not being careful?"

"What does it matter to me if you make a mistake?" Zhou Beinan rolled his eyes at him, but after saying this, his own eyes also showed a bit of suspicion, "Isn't 'Rebellion of Hunting' just Did it happen in the second year of hunting?"

Xu Xingzhi: "...Is your head soaked in water? Can you forget everything from childhood to adulthood?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Wen Xuechen again: "Wen Baimao, tell him, what year was the 'Rebellion of Hunting'?"

Wen Xuechen frowned slightly: "Isn't it two years of hunting?"

Xu Xingzhi who wanted to correct the pen: "..."

When the two of them said it, Xu Xingzhi himself became suspicious.

But he thought, how could he remember something wrong after he had copied it thirty times, so he drew a circle on the word "two", crossed it out, and added another one in the gap. "Yuan" character.

Just at this time, Qu Chi, who had finished his work, returned to the palace.

Xu Xingzhi put down his pen, turned around and asked him, "Qu Chi, you came just in time. Let me ask you, what year did it happen that 'Qingjing Junyue Wuchen, destroying Thirty Luo, quelling the chaos of the Demon Dao'?"

Qu Chi replied in a gentle voice: "The first year of hunting. What?"

Xu Xingzhi threw his hands at Wen Xuechen and Zhou Beinan.

Zhou Beinan pretended that his memory was wrong, turned around and went to get dressed, while Wen Xuechen supported his head with the body of a pen, seeming suspicious: "...How many years did I just say?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, Wen Baimao, your brain does seem to be getting older."

Wen Xuechen still felt that something was a little strange, but compared to the miscellaneous things in the valley, this matter was too small, and it didn't bother him for too long.

Xu Xingzhi was also very busy here. After handing over the silently written "Historical Records of Fengling" to the Lord of Guangfu, he began to get busy with the comparison of the Tianbang.

After he had been busy for a few days and was finally free, he realized that he hadn't received a spiritual letter from Meng Chongguang for a long time.

Xu Xingzhi slept in the cold bed every night, and there was no one to talk to. He was so idle that he went to find Zhou Beinan all day long and kindly invited him to live with him in Fengling Mountain, but he was rejected as expected: "This The young master is going to sleep with you? You don't know how to find a Taoist companion by yourself."

Xu Xingzhi thought, I found it, isn't this sent out by myself?

Not being able to contact Meng Chongguang really made Xu Xingzhi feel empty. After thinking about it, he felt that it should be caused by the spiritual letter he sent a few days ago telling Meng Chongguang that he would go to the main altar of the Demon Dao to drink.

He drew up another spiritual letter.

The so-called spiritual letter does not need to be written, but is completed with a spiritual light, dictated by the author, and then sent out, which can not only ensure that the recipient can receive it, but also allow the recipient to hear what the sender said.

"Chongguang, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you doing recently? I am busy all day long, and I miss you very much at night. I have dreamed several times, and I always dream of holding you in my arms, which is very warm."

Xu Xingzhi has always had a good skin, and he will not discount what is on his mind when he puts it into his pen.

After leaving these few words, when Xu Xingzhi was about to send out the letter, someone knocked on his palace door.

Xu Xingzhi was overjoyed, and instinctively raised his head: "Heavy..."

However, it was Yuan Ruzhou who came in.

Several years have passed, her bright face has not diminished its radiance due to cultivating immortals and adhering to the Dao, but it has been polished to a gentle and gentle light, as bright as a dream.Even if she doesn't say a word, just standing there at will is enough to enter the dreams of many people.

Yuan Ruzhou put down a pot of brewed tea on Xu Xingzhi's right hand side: "Senior brother, this is the best Junshan silver needle. I see that senior brother is very tired these days, so I specially brewed it to relieve senior brother's fatigue."

Xu Xingzhi's eyes softened a bit: "Thank you."

Yuan Ruzhou delivered the tea but did not leave. He stood by the table and hesitated for a moment before slowly saying: "Senior brother."

Xu Xingzhi faintly smelled an unusual breath: "...Huh?"

Yuan Ruzhou bowed his head, and the deep emotion in his voice moved Xu Xingzhi: "Brother, I have been in Fengling for more than ten years. Since I entered Fengling, you have been the first disciple of Fengling. I look up to you , looking at you, as long as I have you by my side, I feel at ease and at ease..."

Xu Xingzhi suddenly had some bad premonition, and tried to stop her next words: "Ru Zhou..."

Yuan Ruzhou ignored his obstruction, and said softly: "Senior brother, I am so lucky, can I get the steadiness and peace of mind for a lifetime from you?"

With a shake of Xu Xingzhi's hand, he delivered the spiritual letter that recorded Yuan Ruzhou's voice.

The author has something to say: For the foreshadowing of Mr. Qing Jing, see Chapter 42~