Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Bian Jiangling's room is completely different from Wang Ding's room. It has everything you should have, but the decoration style is more simple. You don't see any fancy and shiny things. The room is burning with calm sandalwood. It is a simple solid wood furniture.

Wang Ding prefers this kind of room, and he will change the layout of the room tomorrow.

Bian Jiangling greeted Wang Ding to sit down, asked the boy to serve a few small dishes, and poured his treasured daughter's red into their wine glasses. The aged daughter's red was crystal clear in the porcelain cup, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

"We brothers haven't sat down for a drink for a long time."

Bian Jiangling raised his wine glass with emotion, Wang Ding understood the meaning, raised his glass and touched him, "Yes."

He was a little guilty, and the friendship between the two was mentioned in the book. He didn't know their way of getting along at all, and was a little afraid of being seen by Bian Jiangling.

"You, it's still the same. Except when you talk too much when sticking to the leader, the three sticks can't fart at other times." Bian Jiangling is a rough man, he doesn't know how to be polite, and he speaks very directly.

"Cheers." Wang Ding smiled and drank with him.

This heart can be regarded as letting go of most of it. At least the real Guardian Zuo is taciturn when he is not crazy or infatuated, which is not too different from his personality.

The wine entered the throat, it was spicy but not dry, and the fragrance remained on the lips and teeth, Wang Ding couldn't help saying, "Good wine."

"Come here to drink if you like it." Bian Jiangling looks ordinary but has the iron-blooded temperament of a real man, that is, the legendary "manly" temperament. He looked at Wang Ding, frowned and said, "You give me To be honest, have you been stimulated by something? Or, have you changed your strategy to pursue the leader?"

He also added incomprehensibly, "Why are you so obsessed with him? He is not as good-looking or beautiful as a soft and soft woman. Not to mention women, you are more beautiful than him. Why are you?"

Wang Ding: "..."

Explaining to a straight guy why you fall in love with a guy is like explaining to a gay guy why men and women are attracted to each other.

"I don't like women, I'm born with it." Wang Ding took a sip of his wine, "I just like it, there's no reason for it. But I've decided not to pester the leader any more. It's not a strategy. I really gave up. It's boring."

Bian Jiangling looked puzzled, "Really?"

Wang Ding: "Really."

Bian Jiangling: "Really?"

Wang Ding: "Must."

"Okay!" Bian Jiangling slapped the table, almost burst into tears with excitement, "Old Wang, you finally figured it out, that's great!"

Wang Ding was taken aback and narrowed his eyes, "Why do you act like you have been wronged so much?"

"You don't know, because you are wearing heavy makeup and pestering the leader, I have also been criticized a lot behind the scenes, and there are people who say that we are having an affair." Bian Jiangling spit on the ground, "Those people only know that they are Gossiping behind his back, if you have the ability to come to me and say it, see if I don't break his back with a palm!"

"How dare they say it in front of you," Wang Ding Youyou, "they just gossip behind their backs."

He has seen too many people like this, talking about other people's family affairs, talking about other people's sexual orientation, talking about other people's privacy, and not gossiping behind people's backs, their lives can't go on. He has always taken countermeasures of ignoring these people, But if you offend him, sorry, his judo black belt is not for nothing.

The way to solve problems in the arena is even simpler. Whoever has the highest martial arts is the father, and the left and right protectors are the people with the highest martial arts in the Demon Sect except Nie Haoyang. Whoever dares to gossip face to face is courting death.

"That's just a coward." Bian Jiangling smiled, "Speaking of which, Doctor Ma is worthy of admiration. He has no martial arts at all, and dares to fight against you for the leader. He is a man."

Wang Ding waved his hand, "No and no. He and I are clowns who are the main source of gossip in the Demon Cult. Do you think the leader would like either of us?"

Bian Jiangling's expression told him the answer, if the leader was really interested in him, he wouldn't be the laughing stock of the whole Demon Cult.

"So, we can't call it robbery at all." Wang Ding stretched his waist, "Anyway, I won't be stupid again. Isn't it better for me to be my left protector than to mess with these moths?"

Bian Jiangling said: "It seems that you have indeed let go, which is a good thing. The leader didn't mean anything to you, and you can't be bothered to stick to it. If you don't like girls, it's fine. There are so many beautiful men in the world, and there is no grass anywhere in the world." .”

Wang Ding took another sip of wine and nodded in agreement.

Bian Jiangling said again: "I heard that Su Yuqing, the leader of the martial arts alliance, is also a handsome young man in troubled times, extremely handsome, not worse than our leader."

Su Yuqing, the leader of the martial arts alliance, still has no contact with the Demon Sect at this time, and the Demon Sect is a group of nerds who will never go down the mountain unless they go down the mountain. There are legends in the rivers and lakes.

"puff!"

The sip of wine in Wang Ding's mouth was sprayed all over Bian Jiangling's face. Fortunately, he moved quickly and tilted his head quickly, thus avoiding the situation of being sprayed all over the face.

"Old Wang, what are you doing!" He angrily wiped his affected temple hair, "Why are you spraying me!"

Wang Ding wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes at him, "You think my life is too long, don't you? I can't afford to offend any of these two big Buddhas. If you are a bachelor, don't worry about my affairs. Your Lianmei chases after me. Reached?"

He hurriedly changed the subject, this "rival in love" Su Dashen was afraid of him just thinking about it, it's best not to deal with him, otherwise he wouldn't know why he was being tortured to death.

Bian Jiangling blushed when he heard the word Lianmei, "Just, let's keep it that way, we will, will communicate every month."

Wang Ding sneered, "Looking at your virtue, you stammer when you talk about your Lianmei, so you have the nerve to talk about me."

Lian Mei's real name is Wu Binglian, she is the closed disciple of Master Nian Huan, the head of the Emei School.Ever since Bian Jiangling ran into her when he went down the mountain to work early last year, he fell in love at first sight and began a long pursuit. That Wu Binglian was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but her mind was not simple. But the guardian sent her all the presents, and sent him a letter every month, saying that there was something and nothing, and Bian Jiangling was eaten to death.

In fashionable words, this girl is like a fresh green tea flower.

Bian Jiangling coughed, "I believe I will impress her."

"What if I can't be moved all the time?" Wang Ding didn't want his good brother to be spared. The reality is that if Wu Binglian met a handsome and handsome man with high martial arts skills, he would definitely dump Bian Jiangling immediately.

Bian Jiangling was silent for a while, "Then as long as Lianmei is happy."

Wang Ding was unable to support his forehead, so he will find a way to slowly reverse this idiot's thinking in the future. Don't be in a hurry, so as not to backfire.

After drinking for three rounds, the two chatted some gossip again, the slightly drunk Wang Ding felt sleepy, so he bid farewell to Bian Jiangling and prepared to go back to sleep.

After he went out and walked for a while, he secretly thought that it was not good. In order to talk to his good brother, he sent Ergou back. Now there is no one to lead the way. He got lost in this huge demon sect.

He walked around according to the route map left in his memory, but instead of finding his own yard, he walked around to a garden.

The garden is very large, with all kinds of pavilions, waterside pavilions, rockeries and ponds, and the environment is quite beautiful.The round moonlight is reflected in the pond, white and shiny.

He looked at his appearance in the water, then stroked the hair hanging on his chest, um, he really looks like a dog.With him like this, is he still worried about not being able to find a boyfriend?That can't.

Therefore, to cherish life, we must stay away from the overbearing leader.

After a while, he suddenly noticed that someone came to the pond, his movements were very light, and he looked like a disciple of the Devil's Cult.

Wang Ding immediately held his breath and hid his figure behind the rockery—this was completely the first reaction of the body's instinct, and even Wang Ding himself was shocked.

The man was wearing a black bunt, and he couldn't tell what he looked like, only that he was tall and thin.He walked to the edge of the pool, stared at the water surface, and then he stepped on a stone by the edge of the pool——

Wang Ding was taken aback. Did this Demon Cult disciple come here in the middle of the night to commit suicide by throwing himself into the pool?

Both of his parents died since he was a child, and his life was difficult. Even so, he managed to survive and was admitted to the university in the imperial capital. In Wang Ding's bones, he would never see anyone committing suicide.

Seeing that the person had already stood on the rock and made a gesture of jumping off——

It was too late and then it was too late, Wang Ding performed a lightness kung fu and flew up, shouting loudly: "Don't jump!"

The opponent was startled by this sound, and really stopped moving.

In less than two seconds, he had jumped onto the rock, grabbed the disciple's hand and flew to the shore.

The other party was stunned, staring at him for a moment and even forgot to speak.

Wang Ding looked at him, this is a face that can't be distinguished in the crowd, only a pair of eyes are very beautiful, clear and bright.

He asked seriously, "Why do you want to commit suicide?"

The other party did not speak.

He educated again: "No matter what happens to you, you have to live well, you know?"

The other party still didn't speak, and after a while, he nodded to show that he understood.

Wang Ding said coldly: "Go back to sleep, don't think about it, everything will be fine once you sleep, there is nothing you can't live with."

The disciple in black lowered his head and finally said, "Yes."

After saying that, he left the garden and quickly disappeared into the night.

The lost Wang Ding also wobbled away from the garden, continued to look for the way back to the yard, and was very happy to save a person who wanted to commit suicide today.

After he left the garden, a tall figure walked out from the dark pavilion, wearing a black robe, holding a glass of wine, looking at the direction Wang Ding was leaving, thoughtfully.