The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi was awakened by the sound of rain.

He opened his eyes, only to see the densely weaving rain curtain in front of him, and countless fine foams were beating out on the bluestone ground that had accumulated water.On the stone steps two or three steps away from his toes, the moonlight was rippling in the small waters worn out by years of trampling.

Xu Xingzhi, who had just woken up, was a little puzzled. He obviously hadn't sat under the eaves. It had been raining for so long, and his body was neither wet nor cold.

After he rubbed his sore eyes, he realized that there was a rather large oil-paper umbrella propped on top of his head, and the rainwater flowed across the surface of the umbrella, sliding down the edge bit by bit.

"Awake?"

The voice of inquiry behind him was as warm as ever.

Xu Xingzhi turned his head and saw Mr. Qing Jing sitting cross-legged two steps higher than him, holding an oil-paper umbrella to isolate the two of them from the rain in this infinite world.

Qing Jingjun's outer robe was wrapped upside down on his body, and it was warm, probably blessed by spiritual power, as if he was gently embraced by a pair of arms, it was so warm that one wanted to turn over and sleep again.

Xu Xingzhi called softly: "Master?"

Mr. Qing Jing tucked back the robe that had slipped with his movements: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Xu Xingzhi tentatively asked: "Master, last night..."

"Last night?" Qing Jingjun said softly, "I was drunk in the evening, and I was very tired, so I went to bed early. When Chou woke up, he heard the sound of rain outside, so he wanted to go out for a walk. But I saw you fell asleep in front of the steps. Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, I opened an umbrella for you."

"Master, why didn't you wake me up?"

With that said, Xu Xingzhi wanted to take off his robe and return it to Mr. Qing Jing.

Qing Jing held his undressed hand, stroked his hair, and said softly: "Put on, don't catch cold... I'm afraid I'll disturb your sleep. These days, it's for the comparison of the heaven list." It’s a matter of course, you must be tired.”

"Master, if you want me to worry less, just listen to Xingzhi's advice and drink less." Xu Xingzhi turned around, "Do you know that two or three out of ten of the expenses on the accounts in the mountains are for You bought the wine."

"Huh?" Mr. Qing Jing wrinkled her nose, "Is that much?"

"Otherwise? The wine is from the sky?"

Qing Jingjun held an umbrella in one hand, and slowly rubbed the hem of his clothes reluctantly with the other. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and said: "Then I should drink less?"

Xu Xingzhi rubbed his nose, which was slightly itchy from the rain, and spread out his hands: "Master, give me the jug."

Mr. Qing Jing: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Quiet you from drinking for two hours first, try it."

Mr. Qingjing thought about it carefully, and for the sake of accounting in the mountains, he handed over the little jade pot that he carried with him with great heartache.

Xu Xingzhi stuffed the jade pot into his arms, and took the umbrella in his hand: "Master, let's go for a walk?"

Mr. Qing Jing stared at his chest: "Yes."

... His eyes looked like a greedy puppy, obviously regretting that he hadn't been able to take another sip when he handed over the jug just now.

Xu Xingzhi endured a smile, stood up, and stomped his feet easily.

Mr. Qing Jing was about to get up, when his right foot touched the ground, his expression changed: "Okay, my leg is numb..."

Xu Xingzhi's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He clamped the umbrella with his neck, picked up his right calf, and pinched the tendons on the back of his foot with his right hand. Soon, Mr. Qingjing's stiff ankle relaxed.

After moving his ankles and wrists twice, Mr. Qing Jing stood up with the help of the bamboo railing, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his fingers rested on the back of his waist, pushing his narrow waist and hips slightly forward.

Xu Xingzhi laughed and said: "Master, what's the matter with you recently? The meridians are not cleared, and you feel groggy all day long. It seems that it is indeed time to quit drinking."

At this time, Mr. Qing Jing quickly refused: "No."

Xu Xing's smile.

He was carrying Mr. Qingjing's flagon and holding Mr. Qingjing's umbrella, and wandered with Mr. Qingjing at Fengling Mountain at the third quarter of the Yin hour. The hexagonal bell on his wrist was ringing, and shed a clear ringing sound all the way.

After walking a hundred steps, Lord Qingjing asked in the sound of the bell: "OK, are you still wearing this bell?"

Xu Xingzhi waved the brand-new silver handbell: "You put it on for me at the acceptance ceremony. Can I throw it away?"

Qing Jingjun said: "It's just a worthless little thing. If you don't like it, just go."

Xu Xingzhi said with a smile: "At the beginning, this thing jingled on my body, and I thought it was strange, but after wearing it for so many years, I got used to it, so let's just wear it like this."

Mr. Qing Jing seemed to think of this incident just by chance, and just mentioned it casually. After that, he didn't mention the matter about the bell again, and Xu Xingzhi quickly put it behind him.

The two walked for a while, and the rain that had subsided slightly became heavier again, so the two of them had to find a small pavilion built by Chuhe to take shelter from the rain.

Xu Xingzhi and Qing Jingjun sat down at the stone table in the rainy pavilion.

After sitting down, the former took out the jade pot from his bosom, causing Qing Jingjun's eyes to light up.

Xu Xingzhi took out the "Xianbi" again and turned it into a set of wine sets. He took two of the wine glasses and filled them with jade pots.

He held up one of the cups: "Where is the night without the moon, where is there no bamboo and cypress, but there are few idlers like the ears of the two of us."

Qing Jing smiled slightly and opened his hand to take another wine glass, but Xu Xingzhi pressed the back of his hand with the re-transformed folding fan: "Master, two hours."

"Yes, two cups..."

"I can't have a drink and watch a glass."

Mr. Qing Jing put both hands on the edge of the stone table, repeating the old trick: "...do it."

"It's useless." Xu Xingzhi raised a glass of wine and drank it down, and said with a smile, "Master, I'm not an uncle."

Qing Jingjun has always been soft-tempered and never angry. He looked dotingly at the young man in front of him who dared to flirt with him, tried his best to change his mind, stopped thinking about the smell of wine, and only listened attentively to the sound of rain coming from outside. .

A waterfowl raised by the Lord of Guangfu flits over the pond swaying in the fragrance of lotus, with a touch of peach blossom red on the side of its beak.It raised its neck, screamed happily, and flew away with wings, causing Qinghe to shake the page.

Xu Xingzhi has been busy for many days, and it is rare to have such a leisure time, so he enjoyed it a lot.

But within an hour, he continued to return to his palace, and continued to work without complaint.

Fortunately, the five days passed very quickly, and the ratio of the Tianbang arrived soon.

From early in the morning, Xu Xingzhi went to meet the four princes as the head disciple of Fengling Mountain.Disciples from Simen and other immortal sects came one after another, gathering in groups on the circular square in front of the Green Bamboo Hall.

There was a light rain in the sky, Xu Xingzhi was wearing the gown he only wore during important ceremonies in Fengling Mountain, and his outer robe was moistened with a thin layer, but fortunately, the clothes were thicker and would not chill his body.

After the heads of the various sects took their seats on the high platform built in front of the square, the Lord of Guangfu announced that the comparison of the Tianbang will start today and will end after [-] days.

All the process is exactly the same as the content that Xu Xingzhi has checked several times in advance.However, Mr. Guangfu suddenly added a sentence at the end: "Before the start of the competition between the disciples of each school, Xu Xingzhi, the leader of the last competition, will compete with Lord Qing Jing, the master of Fengling Mountain. The results of the competition will not be counted. In the end it’s all about the results.”

Under the high platform, the first disciples of the four sects stood side by side at the front of the disciple team.

Hearing this, Xu Xingzhi frowned.

Zhou Beinan was amused: "Hey, master beats up apprentice, this is very lively."

Xu Xingzhi didn't change his face, he raised his left foot and stepped on Zhou Beinan's instep accurately.

Zhou Beinan's body was tilted in pain, and it was with great difficulty that he managed not to fall.

Since the ceremony was going on at this moment, Zhou Beinan resisted the urge to roll up his sleeves to fight with Xu Xingzhi.

Wen Xuechen, who was on Xu Xingzhi's right hand, said, "Bei Nan, don't be too happy. According to Lord Qing Jing's disposition, he will definitely let Xing Zhi go, and he won't shame Xing Zhi in public."

Standing beside Wen Xuechen, Qu Chi stretched out his hand to express his agreement with Wen Xuechen's judgment.

Wen Xuechen naturally bumped his fist with him.

Xu Xingzhi said to himself: "...But why don't I remember such a process."

Mr. Qingjing on the stage was also a little confused, when Mr. Guangfu retreated to his side, he asked softly: "Xiyun, there is such an arrangement, you should inform me in advance."

Lord Guangfu frowned slightly, and replied in surprise: "Senior brother, it is clear that you called me to the Green Bamboo Hall last night and explained it to me personally."

Mr. Qing Jing: "...Huh?"

Guangfu Jundao: "You said that to allow a disciple of Yuanying level to participate in the Tianbang competition, he must be restricted, and he is not allowed to use the spiritual pressure of Yuanying level to suppress other disciples. But such a Come on, the competition will lose its fun, why not arrange a competition between you and him, which can not only stretch your muscles, but also let the disciples see the true strength of Xingzhi, so that he can convince everyone with his strength in the future, the best of both worlds."

Speaking of this, Mr. Guangfu also felt a little funny.

The senior brother has not been involved in secular affairs these years, and occasionally meddled in the affairs of the mission in a serious manner, but he was not used to it.

Unexpectedly, after he gave all the answers, Mr. Qing Jing still looked puzzled: "...Really?"

Mr. Guangfu understood, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "Senior brother, you didn't tell me this matter because you were drunk last night, did you?"

Qing Jing touched his lips and said innocently: "Speaking of which, I did drink some wine last night..."

Mr. Guangfu: "..."

When the Xuan ceremony was gone and the disciples of Fengling's outer sect started to build the arena, Xu Xingzhi approached Mr. Guangfu: "Master, I didn't say that there was such a thing before."

Lord Guangfu sighed, and explained the ins and outs of the matter to him.

Xu Xingzhi understood and didn't pay much attention: "Uncle, the matter has come to an end, and the announcement has been announced. You don't have to worry about it. The disciple just walks around on the field. Fenglingshan's own family competes, whether they win or lose, it doesn't matter. Shame."

Mr. Guangfu said coldly: "You have won."

Xu Xingzhi was happy: "Whether you win or not, the disciple will definitely not count. It still depends on the master."

To be honest, Xu Xingzhi didn't care about winning or losing this competition.

The competition with Mr. Qing Jing will not be included in the final score, nor will it delay his final plan.

It's just that the little bastard really didn't come back if he didn't come back. It's been a few days, thanks to him being able to hold back, he didn't send back even a single word, which made Xu Xingzhi really miss him.

Thinking of Meng Chongguang, he took the "Xianbi" and turned it into a fish intestine sword that he used to use, hanging from his waist, and stepped onto the ring early.

Although Wen Xuechen and Qu Chi are both betting, Qing Jingjun offered to compete with Xu Xingzhi in public. According to his temperament, he will deliberately lose to Xu Xingzhi in order to make a name for himself as a lover. Even Xu Xingzhi himself thinks so, but seeing that the competition is approaching , but his heart was faintly excited.

Speaking of which, it has been a long time since I have competed swords with my master.

It's fine if you win, even if you lose, you have to lose him heartily.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi ascending the ring, he blinked and smiled at himself, and a little tenderness rose in Qing Jingjun's eyes.

He held on to the armrest of the seat, and was about to get up, when he suddenly heard a strange laugh: "...you really care about Xu Xingzhi."

Qing Jingjun's eyes froze, and before opening his mouth, he pinched his fingers and patrolled the lines, intending to mobilize spiritual power to protect his body. Who would have thought that as soon as he stimulated his tendons, he would feel that all the spiritual veins were restrained, and his limbs were as soft as mud, but he Still standing upright.

...but it's not about him getting up on his own.

Mr. Qing Jing wanted to open his lips to say something, but all the voices were stuck in his throat, unable to speak.And that voice sensed his predicament, and the words contained infinite jokes, whispering in his mind like a joke: "...Yue Wuchen, do you know who I am?"

……Who are you?

"It's been a long time since I've seen the blue sky and the sun. I've been living with you for such a long time, but I can't come out and walk around at will. It's boring to me."

... who are you? ?

"I know what you want to ask. But you'll find out soon enough. No rush, honey."

"Mr. Qing Jing" blinked his eyes, causing a raven-blue bloodthirsty gleam to glow in those clear black eyes, and moved his neck twice, making two crisp bone clicks.

Afterwards, he put one foot on the ground, took advantage of the wind, and brought Mr. Qing Jing's body all the way to the ring.

Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, he walked slowly to Xu Xingzhi, and the corners of his lips raised an arc of interest: "Come on."

With a bang, "Yuan Jun" came out of its sheath, and the sword intent screamed out, and the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage monks exploded, causing all the kings present to be confused and pale. The closest disciple even foamed at the mouth and fell down.

Xu Xingzhi's throat was suffocated, and the strong outfit he had just put on was also shaken by the huge spiritual pressure, and several cracks opened. Fortunately, his steps were not chaotic, nailed to the spot, and he raised his head in surprise: "Master... ..."

As soon as he raised his head, the sword light like a pile of rotten silver and snow fell to less than half a foot away from him!

Xu Xingzhi immediately blocked it with a horizontal sword, and with a loud sound, the bones in his hands were numb from the shock, and he knelt on the ground, and was smashed into the ground of the ring, leaving two cracks on the ground!

"Mr. Qing Jing" sideways the blade of the sword, and slashed downwards with all his strength, the frost blue sword flower fell all the way to the hilt of Xu Xingzhi's sword. Seeing that the blade was only a few feet away from the fingers of his right hand holding the sword, Xu Xingzhi made a decisive decision and ordered "Xian "Pen" heavy into the folding fan, and the scorching sword sharply staggered, and he also took advantage of the situation to withdraw his figure.

Who would have thought that before he could stand firmly on his feet, the edge of the sword was already approaching him, Xu Xingzhi only relied on his muscular instincts to spread the fan, and in the next moment, the tip of the "Yuanjun" sword directly hit his heart The front fan was splashed with pieces of green light.

Xu Xingzhi didn't have time to be surprised, he immediately closed the folding fan, temporarily swallowed the tip of the sword with the surface of the fan, held the sword's momentum, pushed it to the left, pressed it, flew up, and spun in the air, the "free brush" was gone. It turned into a thousand-point cold star needle and threw it at the face of the person who came!

Although Xu Xingzhi's move was insidious, it would be unavoidable for someone else to avoid it, but based on his understanding of Mr. Qing Jing, it is not difficult to avoid these needles. He can also use this move to temporarily delay Mr. Qing Jing's Attack speed, and then consider the method of counterattack.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, he felt a pain in his right shoulder. He stepped a little to the ground with one foot in time to avoid the main striker of "Yuanjun", but a streak of green blood was still thrown out of his shoulder by the blade of the sword.

... "Mr. Qing Jing" never dodges the hidden weapon of the cold needle thrown by him. If he can swing it away with the blade, he will swing it away. If he can't dodge it, he will let the cold light penetrate into the flesh!

Even Xu Xingzhi didn't expect that his master would take such a fierce offensive of exchanging injuries for injuries, and he wanted to attack him too!

...This way of fighting seems to have some deep hatred against him, and he insists on taking his life...

Wen Xuechen under the arena was suddenly impacted by the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage, unconsciously groaned, bent down, and tightly grasped the clothes on his chest. Fortunately, Qu Chi reacted in time, his palms were condensed, and he used the spiritual light to control the side of the shield. The heart mirror, covering Wen Xuechen's heart, at least protected his heart.

Zhou Xian was impacted by this wave, and immediately leaned over to check Wen Xuechen's condition.

She has put up a woman's hair in a bun, but her neck and shoulders are slender, her figure is like a willow, and she still has the spirit of a young girl between glances: "Brother Chen, what's the matter?"

Wen Xuechen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Zhou Beinan confirmed that Zhou Xian and Wen Xuechen were all right, and then turned his gaze to the ring, saw the bloodstains and torn clothes on Xu Xingzhi's shoulders, his face suddenly turned blue: "Mr. Qing Jing, what's wrong?"

The berserk sword energy shot out from all over the sky made the disciples and elders of all the families dumbfounded who thought that the so-called competition of Mr. Qing Jing was just a formality of playing around with flower guns.

After a brief confrontation, Yuan Ruzhou was already in a cold sweat, and without any regard for etiquette, he said anxiously to Lord Guangfu: "Master! Isn't this a sparring session? Why did Lord Qingjing treat senior brother..."

She didn't dare to say the next words.

But everyone present couldn't help but have the same idea as her:

...Why does Mr. Qing Jing seem to want to kill Xu Xingxia?

Xu Xingzhi, who was in the center of the storm, felt this inexplicable killing intent most clearly, but he didn't even care to think about why it happened like this.

Xu Xingzhi has no doubts, if he delays a step, the master will definitely cut off his head with a horizontal sword!

He turned the "Xianbi" into an epee, held it in his left hand, and hung the sound of the wind, turned his figure into thousands of phantoms, and similarly channeled the aura of the Nascent Soul, manipulating the moon-white sword light to cut across, and several figures came together in unison. Since then, no one knows where the main body is.

However, "Mr. Qing Jing" who was in the center of the combined attack was not in the least messy. He received every attack in an orderly manner. The so-called changing between reality and reality was nothing more than a small trick in terms of his extreme sword speed.

The sword moves across, sweeping the heaven and earth, and the snow light bursts out!

There was a ferocious smile on the corner of his lips.

All of a sudden, dozens of sword lights converged, condensed into a white silk and satin danced in the air, and came straight to his face. "Mr. Qing Jing" waved the sword lightly, and broke the white silk.

He could have guessed that behind the white silk, there was probably Xu Xingzhi who was holding a sword and ready to go.

How dare you use such a deceitful trick to shame people?

...He could even imagine the scene of the kid surnamed Xu's head bursting red and white like a watermelon under his sword.

Who would have thought that after he split the white silk, what came towards him was a cloud of cloudy liquid!

Even though he moved like the wind, he couldn't move his body when he was ready to kill his opponent, so he was suddenly thrown straight.

The foul-smelling liquid gurgled down his head and face, and he raised his hand to wipe it, smelling the smell between his fingers, and the color changed instantly.

...pine oil?

How dare he humiliate himself with this thing?

No, is he going to use fire?

As soon as this thought came to him, he instinctively mobilized his spiritual power, and pinched a water formula in his palm, just in case he needed it.

He looked up and found that Xu Xingzhi was really concentrating on the opposite corner of the arena, but the smile on his blood-stained cheeks was inexplicable no matter how you looked at it.

In an instant, the pine oil on his body was affected by Xu Xingzhi's chanting formula, and there was some movement, but it didn't burn as he imagined, but the place on his body that was wet with drizzle and pine oil burned. Frozen into an inch-thick ice!

"Mr. Qing Jing" was splashed with pine oil on his head and face, and his vision was blurred by the condensed frost. When he just used his spiritual power to shatter the damned ice, he felt his right shoulder sink.

Immediately, a chill spread across his neck.

Xu Xingzhi squatted on his shoulder, holding a dagger in his left hand, and pressed against his bulging neck veins because of his anger.

He laughed loudly and said, "Master, promise."

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi turned the situation around in an instant, Yuan Ruzhou, who was still on tenterhooks just now, had a little joy, and Zhou Beinan and the others reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xuechen said in a low voice: "It seems a little strange."

Zhou Beinan also agreed: "Mr. Qingjing..."

He just said these three words when he heard a sharp sound of clothes being torn from the ring.

Lord Qing Jing unexpectedly activated the Nascent Soul Reiatsu again in a situation where he was clearly defeated!

Xu Xingzhi was unprepared, his body was forced to fly upside down, landed on the ring, and he took a few steps back, kneeling before stopping the retreat.

However, under the oppression of the spiritual pressure, his shirt exploded in all directions, revealing a well-fitting, strong and beautiful upper body.

Seeing this scene, the disciples below exploded with a bang.

Xu Xingzhi only knew that he had the old silver-ringed snake seal wound on his back. In the past, he never showed it to others, but this time it was suddenly exposed to the public. As if he had seen a ghost, he pointed at him.

He turned around in a daze, and looked at Zhou Beinan and the others.

... what happened?

He never thought that Zhou Beinan, Qu Chi, and Wen Xuechen were all the same, staring at him with pale faces, as if... they saw some monstrous monster.

"Mr. Qing Jing" shook off the shattered and dirty ice, turned half of his face, and drew an evil smile that made people's knees go soft in a place where Xu Xingzhi could not see.

Lord Guangfu, who had been uneasy about the various abnormal behaviors of his senior brother from just now, after seeing the traces on Xu Xingzhi's body, immediately understood why the senior brother wanted to kill Xu Xingzhi today!

He stopped drinking: "Xu Xingzhi, kneel down!!"

Xu Xingzhi was baffled, but he never disobeyed the order of his master, so he bowed on one knee on the ring: "Uncle Master, just now this disciple just had no choice but to humiliate Master..."

Lord Guangfu gritted his teeth, his words full of anger: "Xu Xingzhi, let me ask you, what is that on your back?!"

Xu Xingzhi couldn't see what his back was like at this time.

——At the center of his back against the spine, the wound where the silver ring snake mark was originally branded has disappeared, but there is a piece of turquoise streamer mottle the size of a fist and a half in the original wound for no reason!

Lu Yujiu, who was among the disciples of Qingliang Valley, saw the familiar mottled pattern, and suddenly pinched the robe near his thigh, his eyes revealed disbelief.

Is... is it the engraving of the ghost clan?

Brother Xu... yes, the ghost clan?Also a descendant of Song Crow Country?

He took a closer look, but found that the lines were a bit weird, and the flow was reversed, which was completely different from the flow of light engraved on the ghost clan on his inner thigh.

……Fake?The engraving is fake!

The author has something to say: However, the people present are not from Songja Country, so they don’t understand the mystery of this engraving, and they are far away, so they can’t see clearly, so they can’t perceive this small difference at all.

Xu Xingzhi didn't know what kind of hands and feet had been done to his back, but he felt that the silver ring and snake seal was not something difficult to recognize, so he lowered his head and didn't make any excuses.

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi didn't answer, the Lord of Guangfu thought that Xu Xingzhi was guilty, sneered a few times, and said, "Xu Xingzhi, let me ask you why you never undress in public? Is there... is there any secret that cannot be revealed?"