Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

Ever since joining the Devil's Cult, Wang Ti's heart has been very big, but she hasn't shown any unhappiness.He wandered around with his daughter Hong all day long, occasionally saw a girl with a better appearance and flirted with her, and lived a very happy life.

For a while, Wang Ti's reputation spread in the general altar of the Devil's Cult.For those who are a little nicer, call him a romantic son; for those who are a little more extreme, call him shameless. It is really unforgivable for a disciple of a famous family to molest a woman.

Rao is the main arena full of voices, secretly saying that his number is countless, but he is as usual.Drink when you want to drink, dance sword when you want, and flirt when you want, without being disturbed at all.

"Senior brother."

Wang Ti held the jug, leaned against the tree trunk and half-closed her eyes, hearing such a call in a trance, couldn't help laughing at herself.Why is it that at this time, there are still auditory hallucinations?

"Brother, what are you laughing at?"

"Hehe, my auditory hallucinations are quite powerful." Wang Ti raised the flagon, wanting to take a sip of the wine, but unexpectedly stretched out a sword halfway and knocked over his flagon.

Wang Ti was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head stupidly, only to see a blue hair band fluttering in front of his eyes.He couldn't help reaching out to pull the hair tie, but someone grabbed his wrist.

"Junior brother, stop drinking." Heng Jing's voice was as gentle and kind as before.

Wang Ti's nose was sour, as if there were tears rolling in his eyes, and his heart was even more sour: "Senior brother..." He reached out to touch Heng Jing's face, Heng Jing didn't hide, and let him touch it randomly. , "Yes, it's really a senior brother."

Heng Jing sighed, thinking that his junior brother still likes to pretend to be cute as before.He let go of Wangti's hand, stretched out his hand to touch Wangti's head, accidentally touched his headband, and smiled lightly: "You still like the white headband, this habit has not changed .”

"Brother, have you ever missed me?" Wang Ti seemed to be possessed, she put her head on Heng Jing's shoulder, her mouth was full of alcohol, and she spoke as if she was drunk.

Heng Jing nodded: "You are my junior brother, so naturally I want to."

"I miss you too, senior brother..." Before he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

Heng Jing's shoulders shrugged, and Wang Ti's head slid down from above.He was startled, and subconsciously reached out to pick him up, never thinking that the two of them fell to the ground together.

Although Heng Jing's hand protected Wang Ti's head from knocking his head to the ground, but falling to the ground so firmly would inevitably hurt.

So, such a pain woke up Wuti.

Probably because he was still drunk, he was a little confused.He supported his head with one hand and put the other on Hengjing's shoulder, trying to stand up, but unexpectedly he moved a few times and then fell to the ground.

"Come on." Heng Jing stood up first, then reached out to Wang Ti.

Because of the backlight, Wang Ti couldn't see Heng Jing's face clearly, but she vaguely felt that the elder brother at the moment should be very handsome.For a moment, he felt his heart beating wildly uncontrollably, his face was getting flushed, and his throat was very dry.This appearance is very much like a little girl who is in love.

Originally, Heng Jing's appearance was the best among the disciples of this generation of cultivators, coupled with his gentle temper, he became a well-known young man in the world of cultivators, and he was also the object of double cultivation for young girls from various cultivators.

However, there is a Muzhi in Shushan, and Hengjing has a young junior sister who is close to the water, and the other little girls all regret that they didn't join Shushan's sect.

Wang Ti's reputation is under Heng Jing, so to speak, but the appearance of the two is comparable.The only thing that makes his reputation lower than Hengjing's is precisely because of their tempers.Heng Jing is gentle, but Wang Ti is stubborn.Even so, there is also a girl cultivating immortals who falls in love with him.

It's a pity that Wang Ti has always been too high-minded, and doesn't look down on ordinary women.Now that he has joined the Devil's Cult, his reputation has been completely ruined by him, causing all the immortal cultivators to criticize him in turn, and he is also the object that all the girls refuse to associate with.

This is too far away, back to the present, it is the first time that Wang Ti feels that a person is so attractive that his heart beats endlessly, but this person is his senior brother, a man...

"Senior brother..." Wang Ti took Heng Jing's hand and shouted nonchalantly.This sound stunned Heng Jing, and he didn't react for a long time.When he reacted, he was pulled into the arms of Wu Ti.

Heng Jing just thought it was Wang Ti's temper, and didn't care, he just reached out and patted him on the back, thinking that he should explain why he came: "Junior brother, come back."

The atmosphere was just right, the time and place were right, and Wang Ti nodded without thinking.

"Even though the second master is angry, it's just a beating and scolding. The senior brother will intercede for you." Heng Jing didn't notice that Wang Ti nodded, and then persuaded, "Besides, my junior sister and I are getting married soon, and the happy event will always disappear. Second master of anger."

Wang Ti, who was still smiling, froze, pushed Heng Jing away, and faced him, her fingers trembling slightly: "Marriage? You and junior sister, are you going to get married?"

"Yes, it's the thirteenth day of this month." Heng Jing nodded, not understanding why the younger brother who was still fine just now suddenly changed his face.

"Haha..." Wang Ti laughed, pulled out Bai Jin from her waist and pointed at Heng Jing, "Get lost!"

Heng Jing was a little dazed by Wang Ti's sword, and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Wang Ti.

"Hengjing, that day, when I joined the Devil's Cult, I never thought about going back." Wang Ti sneered, "You don't even listen to what those people say about me, can I go back?"

"Junior Brother..." Heng Jing called softly.

"You go, or don't blame me for summoning the entire demon sect to deal with you." Wang Ti took Bai Jin back and turned her back, "For you and my brother, I let you go today, and tomorrow... I will... Swords meet."

Heng Jing pursed his lips and finally said nothing, turned around, and Yu Jian flew away.

The voice behind her gradually dissipated before Wang Ti dared to turn around, but she couldn't see anything, not even her back.

"Wangti, why bother?" A voice came from behind the tree.

"Oh." Wang Ti smiled, turned to look at the man behind the tree, "You are very magnanimous, let him come and let him go."

"Brothers, we can't do anything wrong."

Wang Ti shook her head, but her eyes couldn't help looking in the direction of Shushan.

"Wangti, don't forget, you still live very well without him."

"Really? But during those days, at least he and I were brothers." Wang Ti's face was pale, and she smiled, but couldn't understand why.

"By the way..." the voice sounded again, "Wangti, since you are going to cut off the past, don't forget our ceremony."

Ritual, a real ritual.

"Okay." Wang Ti nodded, "There's no need to pick a day, just the thirteenth of this month."

On that day, let's have a good time...