The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

When Xu Xingzhi woke up, the first thing that came into his eyes was the curtain that was filled with the breeze and fluttered like butterflies in the house.

There should be Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the distance. The wind hit the evening bell and sent sounds into the room, which cleared up Xu Xingzhi's mind a little.

He struggled to get up from the soft and unfamiliar bed, but he felt that his body was unsteady, as if the left side was heavier than the right side.

His body was like a steelyard with too many heavy objects hanging on it, and he couldn't help leaning to the left.

Xu Xingzhi instinctively wanted to stick out his right hand to support his body, but he fell off the bed after a hoarse groan.

... Fortunately, a pair of arms hugged his waist in time.

Xu Xingzhi's ears were buzzing like a cricket's nest exploded, he grabbed the hem of the visitor's clothes with one hand, and bumped his head into his arms in pain, but at least he was not ashamed enough to yell out.

There were big drops of tears falling on his face.Xu Xingzhi wiped his eye sockets suspiciously, only to feel that they were hot.

He opened his eyes, and after seeing the face of the person in front of him clearly, he unconsciously smiled.

The smile involved his face, and a large swath of cold sweat fell down: "...crying again. Why are you crying?"

Meng Chongguang whispered in a crying voice: "Brother, I really should kill them!"

His voice was extremely low, it sounded like a little suckling dog yelling.

However, God knows how he felt when he brought his senior brother here, opened his blood-soaked sleeve, wanted to see how his injury was, but only saw a mass of bloody and white bone stubble.

He hugged the stumped arm and cried to death, and the circles under his eyes are still swollen.

At that time, he wished he could go back to Fengling immediately, cut off the head of Lord Guangfu, and express his anger on behalf of his senior brother.

But he was already scared.

He was afraid that if he left his senior brother, if something happened to his senior brother, he might as well kill himself immediately.

In the past two days, he never left his senior brother at all, who would have thought that he would almost have an accident when he just went to order Xiao Er to boil a pot of hot water and bring it to the room.

After a little slowing down, Xu Xingzhi was carried back to the couch by Meng Chongguang.

Xu Xingzhi said what it felt like not to appear in his presence.

He clearly remembered everything that happened before he fell into a coma, and he remembered the taste of Master's blood splashing in his mouth, but his heart was numb and he didn't feel anything. It was neither painful nor itchy, which was miraculous.

Meng Chongguang with a red nose looked a little funny, so Xu Xingzhi smiled naturally: "Aren't you angry with me?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Meng Chongguang's face immediately turned pale.

If he didn't get angry with his senior brother at the beginning, if he could come back earlier...

Seeing that Meng Chongguang's eye circles were flushed, his face was ashen, and he looked like he was going to cry on the spot, Xu Xingzhi choked up, and habitually wanted to hug him and coax him, but he didn't expect Meng Chongguang to be so much better than him. He took a quick step forward, reached out and pulled himself into his arms, the arms that hugged him were still trembling faintly.

But Meng Chongguang didn't dare to use half of his strength on Xu Xingzhi's body, and the stretched and hard arm muscles fought desperately with himself, as if what was held in his arms was not Xu Xingzhi, but a precious and fragile porcelain.

Xu Xingzhi has always been the one who hugged people, how could he stand being hugged like a child like this, his whole body went numb for a while, but his body was very soft, and he was powerless to push people away: "Chongguang..."

Meng Zhongguang whispered: "Brother, don't move. Be careful of the wound."

Now that Xu Xingzhi moved a little bit, there was a vast white mist in front of him. In order to make himself feel better, he simply gave up struggling and took advantage of the situation to rest on Meng Chongguang's shoulder.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

Meng Chongguang replied in a soft voice: "Two days."

...But in his eyes, it seemed like two years had passed.

"How is Fengling Mountain?"

"Yue Xiyun is searching for our whereabouts." Meng Zhongguang was afraid that Xu Xingzhi would be uncomfortable, so he leaned over cautiously and touched Xu Xingzhi's soft lips, "Don't worry, brother, we are thousands of miles away from Fengling , they can't find us."

When Xu Xingzhi heard this, he gradually lost consciousness again.

In the next few days, he woke up and fell asleep, in a state of chaos, and developed a high fever from time to time, dreaming of rolling back and forth in the stove and in the ice water all day long.

He has a clear and complete consciousness again, and it will be seven days later at night.

Meng Chongguang stayed by his side all the time, seeing Xu Xingzhi opened his eyes, thinking that he had just woken up temporarily this time, so he helped him up and drank some water, and then lay down silently hugging him.

Who would have thought that after a while, Xu Xingzhi said in a hoarse voice: "Hand."

Meng Chongguang's back tensed, and he got up: "...does it hurt?"

Xu Xingzhi's eyes recovered a little, and he tilted his head to look at him: "...you have to make another hand. Otherwise, it will be bald, and it will look ugly."

Meng Chongguang gently hugged Xu Xingzhi's head, and rubbed it twice: "Yes."

"Iron is too heavy, and wood is easy to attract insects." Xu Xingzhi said softly, "Help me think about what material is better."

As he said that, he moved his body, but accidentally touched the wound with a thin layer of pink scab, and took a slight breath of pain.

Meng Chongguang was so nervous that his voice changed: "Brother!"

Xu Xingzhi grinned: "It's a surprise. It's me who hurts, not you."

With a pale face, Meng Chongguang grabbed Xu Xingzhi's left hand, let the cold palm stick to his chest, and said softly: "Nonsense. Seeing that senior brother is uncomfortable, Chongguang hurts here."

Xu Xingzhi feebly raised his hand and pinched the back of his warm neck: "...Silly."

Meng Chongguang lowered his head and let him caress obediently.

After some intimacy, the two continued to lie peacefully side by side, as if they were still resting in the bedroom in Fengling Mountain, nothing had happened.

After a while, Xu Xingzhi asked Meng Chongguang again the question he asked a few days ago: "How is Fengling?"

Meng Chongguang pursed his lips, and said truthfully: "When I took my brother out of Fengling that day, I made an agreement with Yue Xiyun. After ten days, if he doesn't investigate the cause and effect of the matter clearly and return your innocence, I will take it." his life."

He didn't intend to ask Xu Xingzhi how Lord Qing Jing died.

In his opinion, the senior brother and the master have a strong relationship, and it is absolutely impossible for the senior brother to kill the master, so he must be wronged.

And hearing Meng Chongguang's words, Xu Xingzhi felt unprecedented peace in his heart.

When he was falsely accused of being a ghost cultivator, he still had the urge to defend himself, but now that he has killed the master himself, there is nothing left to say about his innocence.

Thinking of this level, Xu Xingzhi was still very calm, so calm that he couldn't shed a single tear.

He can even tease Meng Chongguang calmly: "Chongguang, can you fight Guangfu Lord?"

As expected, Meng Chongguang knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately froze, faltering: "I..."

Xu Xingzhi continued to ask: "At that time in front of the Green Bamboo Hall, what did you feed me?"

Meng Chongguang panicked.

In front of the Green Bamboo Hall, he saw that his senior brother was bleeding profusely, fearing that he would be seriously injured, he directly put his demon pill into Xu Xingzhi's mouth to hold his energy, but he completely forgot that he had completely exposed his identity as a demon to the world. Xu Xingzhi.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to deny it any more, Meng Chongguang had to lower his head and admit it: "Brother, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

But he himself has no confidence in saying this.

More than ten years have passed, but he has never revealed his real identity, and he was still pampered by his senior brother, pretending to be a low-level person, and stuffing geniuses and treasures into his arms like water flowing from his senior brother, and he just enjoys his senior brother's treatment to his heart's content. For his own good, if he said that he didn't hide it on purpose, only ghosts would believe it.

Under Xu Xingzhi's unblinking gaze, Meng Chongguang was so flustered that he twisted the sleeve of Xu Xingzhi's left hand and refused to let go: "Senior brother, please take care of me..."

Xu Xingzhi turned sideways, looked at him by the moonlight, raised his pale lips, and pulled out his sleeves from his clasped hands.

Before Meng Chongguang begged for mercy in a hurry, Xu Xingzhi leaned into his ear and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Xu Xingzhi's hoarse voice was so provocative that Meng Chongguang relaxed, knowing that Xu Xingzhi was not really angry with him, and immediately pressed against his body: "Chongguang can be beaten and punished at will, as long as the senior brother is not angry with me, It's all good."

"I'll punish you to be my hand from now on." Xu Xingzhi bit his ear and said softly, "...Also, don't make things difficult for Fenglingshan."

"I don't shy away from killing. I just want to make my brother happy." Meng Chongguang rubbed his head in Xu Xingzhi's arms like a child, and gently pecked his left chest, as if kissing the beating heart inside , "If senior brother feels unhappy, I will go back and kill them all immediately; if senior brother doesn't care about it, why should I care about them."

Xu Xingzhi fixedly looked at the young man in high spirits in front of him, stretched out his left hand, stroked his forehead with his fingers, and then touched his back.

This was the first time Meng Chongguang showed his sharp fangs without any scruples in front of him, but he couldn't get angry with him.

He had known for a long time that Meng Chongguang was the matter of the sky demon, but he didn't know that he had been hiding his strength.

It stands to reason that he should question Meng Chongguang, but before Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth, he suddenly thought that he had fallen into the mountain with Meng Chongguang when he forcibly crossed the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation.

After returning, he even boasted to Zhou Beinan, saying that he passed out after only being struck by a single thunderbolt, that he didn't suffer any crimes, and that this Nascent Soul body was almost like picking it up for nothing.

But that time... In fact, Chongguang blocked the other 48 thunder disasters for him.

Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi couldn't care less about getting angry, just hugged him, and felt infinite warmth in his body.

He thought, if he left himself, he wondered what this little beast would look like.

...Fortunately, he still has himself.

...Fortunately, I still have him.

After a while, Xu Xingzhi said: "Chongguang, when I recover, let's go traveling around the world."

Meng Chongguang was overjoyed at first, but immediately his face darkened, and he asked cautiously: "Brother, don't you just ignore your grievances?"

Xu Xingzhi said nothing.

Meng Chongguang found that Xu Xingzhi's expression was not good, so he shut up obediently and stopped talking.

Xu Xingzhi pondered for a moment, and asked, "Chongguang, where is the spirit bag containing the fragments of Master Yuanying?"

Seeing Meng Chongguang in a daze, Xu Xingzhi said: "The day I woke up, I saw you wearing Lord Guangfu's soul-locking pouch next to your body."

Since Xu Xingzhi discovered it, Meng Chongguang obediently handed over the spiritual pouch.

Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath, opened his spiritual pouch, and what came to his face was the entangled spirit and demon spirit, which made Xu Xingzhi frown.

This devilish energy is very hidden, and people with low cultivation levels can't detect it at all, but after the Nascent Soul was broken, Saluo and Qing Jingjun's Nascent Soul fragments were mixed together, even Xu Xingzhi couldn't tell which piece was Master Yes, which one is the evil heretic who quietly took Master's body.

Xu Xingzhi clenched his spirit sac tightly, lay on his back on the bed, and stared at the top of the bed dumbly.

He could hear the mournful weeping of Fengling's disciples, and the weeping cursing of Lord Guangfu, but he was surprisingly calm and could even think.

The master was taken away by the people of the devil way, and how many people in the devil way can invade the master's body without knowing it?How did he enter Fengling Mountain?Is he aiming at the master, or at himself?

Seeing Xu Xingzhi pinching the spiritual sac in a daze, Meng Chongguang felt distressed again, and held Xu Xingzhi's hand: "Senior brother, I checked the fragments and knew that Master was occupied by a person of the devil way. ... As for the perpetrator, brother can Anyone with doubts?"

Xu Xingzhi looked up at him.

After deliberating his words, Meng Chongguang tentatively said: "For these years, the only intersection between Fengling and the Dao of Demons is..."

Xu Xingzhi said decisively: "Xiaodeng won't do such a thing."

Meng Chongguang heard that Xu Xingzhi was still beside Wei Jiuzhideng at this time, and after being stunned for a while, Wuming became angry: "Senior brother! Are you still unwilling to admit it now? If he hadn't played tricks in it, how could this demon be?" Can you enter Fengling? Besides, besides me and him, who else knows that you have an injury on your back and cannot show it to others? Who would make a fuss about it?!"

Xu Xingzhi repeated softly and tiredly: "...Chongguang, Xiaodeng is not such a person."

...Meng Chongguang stopped talking.

It wasn't that he believed Xu Xingzhi's words, but that he finally realized that Xu Xingzhi was too calm.

As far as Meng Chongguang is concerned, Lord Qingjing is just a nominal master, who treats him not badly, but not too close.

It can be said that in the entire Fengling Mountain, the only person whom Lord Qingjing dotes on is Xu Xingzhi. Apart from him, Lord Qingjing hardly asks anyone else.

Mr. Qing Jing treats his senior brother like a father like a brother, and his senior brother is a person of great affection. Now, Mr. Qing Jing's death is not clear, but Xu Xingzhi's attitude makes Meng Chongguang difficult to understand and uncomfortable.

He would rather see his brother cry bitterly than to hurt himself like this.

However, for the next ten or so days, Xu Xingzhi behaved normally, rested on the bed, occasionally practiced using his left hand to hold a pen with chopsticks, other than that, he didn't care about the troubles of the world, and he really seemed to be reclusive like this.

Meng Chongguang looked anxious, but he didn't know how to help Xu Xingzhi get rid of his demons, so he was in great pain for a while.

Probably because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, one day, Meng Chongguang fell into a dream at night and dreamed that Lord Qing Jing was having a drink with his senior brother.

He asked, "What did you dream about?"

Meng Chongguang wanted to be vague, but for some reason, he changed his mind and replied truthfully: "I dreamed of Master."

Xu Xingzhi paused: "How is Master?"

Meng Chongguang replied: "He drank with his brother."

Xu Xingzhi thought of the last time he and his master drank together. In the small pavilion, the wind was like a fan, and the rain beat the lotus leaves. He held the master's wine pot in his hand, but he suppressed the master's hand presumptuously, not allowing him to drink. Take a sip.

Xu Xingzhi raised his left hand, and seemed to be able to feel the residual warmth on it.

After a long time, he asked softly, "...is Master happy?"

Meng Chongguang was at a loss for words.

Unable to get his answer, Xu Xingzhi looked at the top of the bed in a daze as usual, and said to himself: "Master is naturally happy to be able to drink."

His tone was still Gujing Wubo.

Meng Chongguang's heart ached, he hugged Xu Xingzhi's waist from behind, and tried his best to pass the temperature of his whole body, so as to warm his cold heart.

But Xu Xingzhi seems to be able to live well without his warmth.

After more than ten days, he felt that his bones were weak and his muscles were weak, so he started to move on the ground. At first, he just walked around the house, and later, he started to drag Meng Chongguang out to wander.

Xu Xingzhi looked the same as usual, he was shaking a fan with his left hand, and he was wearing a brand new Tsing Yi, looking like a god, as if losing a hand was nothing to him, and he could hook Meng Chongguang's shoulder and say a few words along the way joke.

It was rainy this spring, and when the two of them hadn't been out for a long time, it began to rain lightly from the sky.

Umbrellas are set up on the street, and there are crowds of people high and low, which is quite elegant.

Xu Xingzhi had just recovered from his serious injury. Meng Zhongguang bought an umbrella for fear that he would catch a cold, took off his outer robe, and put it on Xu Xingzhi. His clear eyes followed Xu Xingzhi like a puppy.

The two walked to an alley, and Xu Xingzhi, who had been chattering about what he had seen and heard over the years, suddenly stopped.

From the bottom of the alley came the compelling aroma of wine, and any wine lover would know that this wine is a must.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi's thoughtful appearance, Meng Chongguang rubbed against Xu Xingzhi obediently, and said: "Brother, your wound has not fully healed, so you can't drink."

Xu Xingzhi was attracted by the fragrance, and unconsciously blurted out: "It's good to bring some back to Master. Master will definitely..."

At this point, Xu Xingzhi couldn't speak anymore.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at his right hand.

It wasn't empty there anymore.Meng Chongguang made a hand for him with bodhi wood, which was put on his severed wrist vividly, but it looked weird after all.

Xu Xingzhi stood there for a while, then walked straight out of the protection range of the oil-paper umbrella.

Meng Chongguang's expression changed: "Brother!"

Xu Xingzhi stepped on the rain with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and rushed towards the wine shop with strides.

Meng Chongguang didn't dare to use his spiritual power to attract the attention of others, so he had to chase after him and grabbed Xu Xingzhi's left hand after a dozen steps: "Brother, you—"

At the moment when he was caught, Xu Xingzhi, who had always been upright and full of energy, fell forward suddenly like a Buzhou mountain that was knocked off by Gonggong.

Amidst the heavy rain and the strong aroma of wine, Xu Xingzhi curled up and tried the feeling of crying bitterly for the first time.

Never once did he feel that he was so far away from Fengling, far away from mountains and seas, and mountains and seas could never be flattened.

The umbrellas on the road were still high and low, and the sound of rain covered up the whimpering. No one knew what the broken young man was crying in the deep alley.

People in the world are happy, busy, sad, sad, and compassionate, just like looking at the sky from the sea, or looking at the water from the clouds, they can only be seen from a distance, and they will never communicate.

Needless to say, the chaos in Fengling Mountain and the four sects, the general altar of the Demonic Dao is also full of chills.

The jackdaw landed on the pine branch in front of the main altar hall, and after a while, it screamed and flew away, the sound seemed to grab someone's heart.

Sitting on the high platform of the main hall, the nine-branch lamp looked gloomy and stayed up all night, grinding his eyes as cold as a bayonet: "Have you found your brother yet?"

The demonic disciples who were sent out to find Xu Xingzhi did not dare to say anything, they were all trembling, and they did not dare to move.

Jiuzhideng almost gritted his teeth, and swept the table to the ground with his palm: "Bring him up!"

Yiying Mo Dao disciple couldn't stand the coercion of the spreading Nascent Soul at all, so he got up quickly and exited in embarrassment.

Liu Yunhe was dragged up by someone.

At the moment when the incident was revealed, the kneecaps of both his legs were broken by the nine lamps.

At that moment, he couldn't care about any trade-offs, restraints, or the entangled forces behind him. He just wanted to let Liu Yunhe die without a place to bury him.

But even after being reduced to this level, Liu Yunhe obviously didn't feel that Jiuzhideng dared to do anything to him. When he was thrown in front of the hall like mud, he even had the mood to straighten his slightly messy temple hair before raising his head.

Jiuzhideng squeezed his fists so muffled: "Tell me, why did you assassinate senior brother?!"

Since a month ago, all kinds of news that have been spread by the wind have caused Jiu Zhideng to be overwhelmed and confused.

Lord Qing Jing died suddenly, Xu Xingzhi severed his hand and murdered his teacher, fled Fengling Mountain together with the demon Meng Chongguang, and disappeared...

Each pile of piles can drive the nine lamps crazy.

These days, he tried his best to hold on, sending people around to inquire about the whereabouts of his seniors, and delivered more than ten letters to Fengling Mountain one after another, begging to go to the mountain to talk in detail, but all of them fell to nothing; Two sentences declined to come back.

Without Master and Senior Brother, Jiuzhideng could never return to Fengling Mountain.

Just yesterday, he finally found out who the culprit of all the troubles was by following his own guesses and slight clues.

None of the disciples dared to stay, only Liuyunhe and Jiuzhideng were left in the hall.

Hearing the questioning, Liu Yunhe raised his eyes contemptuously, and said, "Master Mozun, why bother to take your anger out on me. At the beginning, didn't you tell me that Xu Xingzhi is the World Book Container?"

Author has something to say: Henrik: "Crying seems so easy / But it's so hard."