When the main character is cheated by a butterfly

Although the momentum of the last throw was a bit loud and cracked the ground, Qiu Boyu only felt that his body became a little heavier, and there was no serious injury that was so serious that he couldn't move.

It is true that his body has been tempered by body training techniques, and he is at the eleventh level of Qi refining, but this kind of strength is not enough for a Nascent Soul True Monarch.Not to mention refining qi, it is a golden pill that is only one level lower, and it is also an existence that Zhenjun Yuanying can hang and beat at will.If Zhenjun really wanted to kill him, it would probably be easier than crushing an ant.And after being attacked like this, he still has a little ability to stand up, and it is almost certain that the real monarch is keeping his hands.

Obviously he was so angry, but he still kept his hand.

Qiu Boyu's eyes moved slightly.

And, when Zhenjun was about to leave, he threw a small medicine bottle down and hit him. Although he was a little dizzy and his brain buzzed, it was not a serious wound.After wiping off the blood oozing from his forehead, Qiu Boyu carefully picked up the jade bottle and held it in his arms.

This is roughly, a medicinal pill for healing?

Has Zhenjun softened his heart to this point?

His internal organs seemed to have been impacted, and he felt trembling pain when he breathed. He gritted his teeth, finally got up from the ground with difficulty, and then limped away.

With such a big commotion, someone might be attracted to it. At this time, he didn't want to cause more trouble.

Qiu Boyu dragged his injured body back to his room, and at the same time refused the inquiry of the monk who found something strange on the way.

During the Yunxiao Grand Competition, in order to prevent people from engaging in petty tricks off the field, and to manage the soaring flow of people during this period, Fen'an City explicitly forbids fighting in private. Once found, the contestants will be disqualified from the competition, and non-participants will be expelled from Fen'an City.A monk discovered Qiu Boyu's miserable state, and the innkeeper also came up to ask if someone had done something to him in private, but Qiu Boyu was perfunctory.

Even if it is revealed that it was the real king who beat him, does the lord of Fen'an City dare to disqualify the real king as a guest, or will he have the courage to drive the real king out of Fen'an City?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, and said to the boss, "Thank you boss for your concern, I'm fine now."

"No problem?" The boss looked at the blood spots on Qiu Boyu's forehead with hesitation.Judging by the young man's appearance, he was clearly beaten by someone.

"Yes." Qiu Boyu sighed, "I encountered some troubles, and then I met Zhenjun Tianshu, who gave me a healing pill. An existence like Zhenjun Yuanying, even if it is a finger The resources exposed in the cracks must be much better than what juniors like us have fought so hard for?"

"Is that so?" The boss frowned, thinking about the reputation of Zhenjun Tianshu who had suddenly reversed in Fen'an City recently, he frowned, "You are lucky."

He interpreted Qiu Boyu's words as Tianshu helped Qiu Boyu teach those who attacked him a lesson, and gave him healing pills.The injuries on the young man's body were real injuries, and the admiration in his eyes was also real admiration, which made the boss finally believe a little bit in Fen'an City's recent change of tone.

"You kid is also stupid. People in the cultivation world are unpredictable. What matters is not revealing your wealth. If you tell such good things at will, you won't be afraid of being killed and seized by others!" The boss whispered, with admonishment in his eyes, "Even It is a bottle of healing elixir, and it will also attract some people's jealousy."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior." Qiu Boyu immediately said respectfully. This obedient and teachable appearance put the boss in a good mood.After all, it was quite a good experience for someone to listen to my words so seriously, as if I was really a respected elder.

"Okay, okay, go back and heal your wounds, there will be another big competition tomorrow." The boss snorted twice, "I won't tell the story, you can live here with peace of mind."

"Then I will thank the boss."

Qiu Boyu said immediately, stepping back to his room.

He would choose to speak out, and he also had some consideration.This boss has a big shoulder and a round waist, and he doesn't look like a high-level monk.When he saw this boss by chance a few times, he was either doing calculations at the counter or chatting with people on the street. It seemed that he should be a person who had lived in Fen'an City for a while.He has a gentle face, without any harshness, and he will come to care when he sees himself hurt, this person is not bad.

So Qiu Boyu chose to tell the story about Zhou Qiran giving him the elixir.If the concept of the indigenous people can be changed, the boss only needs to talk about it and affirm the positive remarks about Zhenjun, and it will be of great help.

Local groups, in the spread of public opinion, generally only need to capture a few of them, and they can look forward to a series of subsequent changes in thinking.

After returning to the house, Qiu Boyu sat down slumped, activated the protective formation in the house to shield the spiritual consciousness with the remaining energy, and took out the medicine bottle.

As soon as the plug was opened, the fragrance of grass and trees wafted out, and after just a couple of sniffs, I felt a little refreshed.Qiu Boyu showed such an expression as expected.

True Monarch really has a soft heart, obviously just meditating for some time to recuperate the injury, but he throws such a good thing.As an alchemist, Qiu Boyu could see how valuable this elixir was.

He took out one elixir with great care—yes, there was more than one elixir in this bottle.Then, he carefully put the elixir into his mouth, swallowed it, and felt a warm current enter his body along his throat and spread in his body.

Qiu Boyu meditated in an instant with luck, accelerating the effect of the medicine.Before he knew it, he entered the cultivation state.When he woke up, it was already bright outside, and the sunlight crept in through the open window at night - that's where he was directly taken out, and he didn't even have the energy to close the window when he came back.

The injuries in the body have been completely healed, and even because of the medicinal power of the elixir, it is the time when the aura is abundant.Qiu Boyu let out a foul breath, got up and went to close the window.

There was a small bronze mirror next to the window, presumably it was used by monks to tidy up their appearance. Qiu Boyu hadn't thought about using it before, but after thinking about it, he suddenly picked it up and looked at his face.

Very good, the injury on the forehead has also healed, it is worthy of the elixir given by Zhenjun.

Last night, he sat down in a daze, trying to think about why Zhenjun was so angry last night.

He could tell that Zhenjun didn't like people approaching him.Zhenjun has a eccentric personality and has always been a loner. Master told him.Master also said that Zhenjun has very serious demons.He may not have had such a temperament from the beginning, and it is very likely that he has a not-so-happy past.It's just that so far, no one knows the origin of this Tianshu Zhenjun.

Where did he come from, who did he study under, where did the strange props on his body come from, and how did he get the astonishing attainment of a talisman master, these are all unsolved mysteries in the cultivation world.In the world of comprehension, there has not been a fellow of Tianshu or anyone who knew Tianshu in the past. When he came into everyone's attention, he was already the famous Tianshu for making troubles.

When people are emotionally excited, it is actually a time when their defenses are low.What they said at this time most likely contained their thoughts, even Zhenjun Yuanying was no exception.

After realizing this, Qiu Boyu immediately recalled Zhenjun's performance last night.

It seemed that he was angry because of the change of public opinion in Fen'an City, but Zhenjun never cared about such remarks, so it shouldn't be because of such superficial reasons.

What Zhenjun said yesterday was...

Qiu Boyu frowned, because he was strangled, he couldn't hear some words clearly, and he could only feel Zhenjun's burst of anger.

Suddenly, Qiu Boyu remembered Zhou Qiran's words.

【"If I say you are a fool, you are really a fool? Do you think it is great and glorious for such self-concerned dedication and self-concerned dedication?!"】

【"In the eyes of others, you are just a fool!"】

【"Waste my time doing such meaningless things."】

Zhenjun seems to mind, but it is "doing things by oneself", not the result of doing things.In other words, he was not angry because public opinion changed, but because he made public opinion change.

why?

Why is the real king so angry?

Qiu Boyu couldn't understand it.

Zhou Qiran's personality is like a buried treasure mine, if you don't spend some effort digging, you won't get what you want.And the more he digs, the more he wants to know the true face of this "treasure mine".It seemed that the man was like the candle with light, and he was a moth willing to pounce on it.

Suddenly, Qiu Boyu opened his eyes wide, thinking of Zhou Qiran's complicated eyes.

That indescribable, unexplainable, self-deprecating look.

When Zhenjun scolded himself, he said that he was wasting time doing meaningless things.He said that he was willing to follow Zhenjun, and he also showed that indescribable look in his eyes.There is also the self-consciousness in everything that has been shown before, solitary, eccentric personality, and rejection of others' approach.

Zhenjun... Could it be that he doesn't want to accept other people's kindness?

But why?

Qiu Boyu was distressed, the current information was not enough for him to analyze Zhou Qiran's motives.

While he was in distress, Qiu Boyu suddenly remembered the words of his master.

The master said that Tianshu has always disliked the approach of others, even if others made a show of favor, he would either be tricked back mercilessly by him, or return the favor immediately, so that those who want to use courtesy to help him get in touch with him. The monks who have no relationship are not allowed to enter.

But the master said, I am different, I am a rare person who can get so close to Zhenjun Tianshu, but will not be thrown away by him.

After listening to Qiu Boyu's memories, Luo Yuanbai analyzed that Tianshu used his own spiritual power to heal and nourish Qiu Boyu's body when his spiritual root was damaged, so that the broken spiritual root was affected by Tianshu's spiritual energy, so Later, when Qiu Boyu reshaped his spiritual root, his body did not reject Tianshu's aura.Even because repairing the spirit root was done by Tianshu, Qiu Boyu's spiritual energy in the end more or less had the smell of Tianshu.

Maybe even Tianshu himself didn't realize that Qiu Boyu had an aura very similar to him.

Qiu Boyu thought for a while, did Zhenjun do this because he wanted to reject the kindness of the people around him?Could it be that he was entrapped by malice wrapped in a kind coat?

But I really want to be useful by Zhenjun's side.

After thinking a lot but failing to come up with any useful ideas, Qiu Boyu sighed, took out a booklet, and wrote down all the messy thoughts he had just now.

Do you want to continue to implement your original ideas and goals in the future?

That must be it!

Thinking of Zhou Qiran's unknown, Qiu Boyu felt that his enthusiasm seemed to be ignited, and he wrote vigorously, and the speed of recording seemed a little faster.

After closing the booklet, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhenjun is so soft-hearted towards himself, how can he not take advantage of such a little advantage to pursue the victory!

Being able to arouse Zhenjun's mood swings is to knock on the door of approach!

Although he wholeheartedly wanted to get close, wanted to be close, and wanted to be side by side with Zhou Qiran, Qiu Boyu hadn't realized why he had such an idea. He only felt that it was his admiration for Zhou Qiran that made him so enthusiastic.

Thinking of this, Qiu Boyu suddenly remembered, counting the days, this afternoon seems to be the time for him to play.

This cannot be delayed, this is an opportunity for Zhenjun to witness his growth!

On the afternoon of the seventh day, the sun had already been blocked by the formation, and the stadium was bright and spacious.

Zhou Qiran sat on the high platform assigned to him, looking lazily at the audience.

The ground of the arena is light gray stone, hard and durable.However, under Zhou Qiran's settings, the formation of the Yunxiao Grand Competition will clean up the stumps and corpses on the field, but will not remove the blood. It will only eliminate the blood after the game is over, and then the organizer organizes disciples Clean up the area.

After a few days, those spectators looked at the wide arena, and they probably were about to see the psychological shadow.Because in the past few days, the state of the arena has changed from clean light gray to gradually being splashed with ink made of blood, smudged, and finally covered all corners.

The contrast between light gray and bright red, as well as the dark red after the blood dries up, is terrifying.

The phantom stele adjusted by Zhou Qiran heard the sound of a bronze bell ringing, echoing in the venue.This is to inform the contestants to enter.

The monk responsible for recording the bets of the game was laughing and chatting with his companions in the audience.

"Let me tell you, those who bet on the numbers these days are almost not right, and the dealer takes all, ha!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, this gamble is all about luck. The number of people left on the field these days is not sure, and even the contestants themselves are not sure about the number of people left."

"Indeed, sometimes more and sometimes less, there is no certain number."

"With accurate numbers, the boss's business will be difficult!"

The man seemed very excited, as if he remembered something, suddenly said to his companion in a low voice, "Let me tell you, I just met a kid who somehow recognized that I was in charge of recording bets, so he You have to buy a bet on the spot, and what you buy is the number of people, not the size."

"Then how many people did he buy?"

"It's a wishful thinking number." The man said, "It's less than the eight people in the first round, and it's also bold."