Master, don't stop me from being an idol

Hundreds of corpses were lying around on the wild mountainside overgrown with weeds. Blood flowed over the weeds, dyeing the surrounding weeds red, and slowly gathered together, looking like a river of blood from a distance.

The monks were carrying their swords to check whether there were any survivors. They shuttled among the corpses without much expression on their faces, and were accustomed to the scene in front of them.

Zhuang Yuezhong stood in the center, the heavy clothes on his body were not messed up at all, the cold moonlight shone on his body, he turned his head slightly, his handsome facial features were like icebergs that never melted, a drop of blood was stained on his cheek, and there was a bit of coldness in the coldness. flirtatious.

With an indifferent expression, he moved Yueleng's hand, and the blood dripping down from the sword seemed to fall faster.

Zhuang Yuezhong didn't look at the corpses placed around like a small hill, and raised her hand to wipe the blood on her cheeks, her movements were a little careless.

When Chu Zong came riding a crane, he saw Zhuang Yuezhong holding a red sword from afar, and thought he had received a new sword.

When he got closer, he realized that it wasn't a new sword, but Yue Leng, who was stained red with a lot of blood, exuding a cruel and unprovoked smell, which made his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Chu Zong thought he was not a good person, but compared to Zhuang Yuezhong's methods, he could really call himself a good person.

As the head of the sect, Zhuang Yuezhong is jealous of evil.Immortal cultivators who practice inhumane sorcery are collectively called demon cultivators.

The hiding place of the magic cultivator is very hidden, but every time there is a trace, Zhuang Yuezhong will bring the monks to clean it up.

The disgusting smell of blood pervading all around made Chu Zong open his fan and fan it. Is it his illusion?Zhuang Yuezhong's methods seemed to be getting more and more severe.

Zhuang Yue glanced at him again, and said coldly, "Why did you come?"

Chu Zong has a loose and perverse nature, never taking care of his own sect, and never being in company with other sect leaders, not to mention that he indulged his apprentice to fall in love with the magic nun many years ago.

Zhuang Yuezhong understands that his friend is different from him, the other party thinks that the two realms of immortality and demon are like light and darkness, and it is better to coexist than to die endlessly.

At that time, he was furious after hearing the other party's remarks, smashed the table and fought with him for three days and three nights.

Chu Zong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes seemed to be calculating something: "I am the head of the sect after all, so of course I have to do things like sweeping away the evil obstacles of the evil way."

Among the people who followed Zhuang Yue back were his disciples, they saw Chu Zong's surprised expression, they clasped their fists and said, "Master."

"You guys continue to clean." Chu Zong waved his hands casually, and then asked Zhuang Yuezhong curiously, "Hey? This wild corpse wilderness is not very good, how do you usually deal with it?"

"Blow up here." Zhuang Yuezhong said lightly, he raised his hand and swiped towards Yue Leng's sword, his fingers were slender, with distinct joints, like a piece of fine white jade porcelain.

Yue Leng quickly returned to its original state, and the blade of the sword reflected a cold and dangerous light under the moonlight.

Chu Zong: "..." No wonder he always found a big pit when he was playing recently. It turned out to be the corpse pit blown out by Zhuang Yuezhong.

Zhuang Yuezhong didn't just leave, but went to the lair where Moxiu was hiding.

Chu Zong naturally walked side by side with him, and the purpose of his trip was to tell him about Wen Baiyu.

This is really interesting for master and apprentice. The master is busy killing demons, and the apprentice is busy killing fish.

But before he could find a chance to say it, Zhuang Yuezhong stood in the dark cave, and said with gloomy eyebrows: "There is no aura of Shen Qingzhi here."

When Chu Zong heard this name, he suppressed the expression of laughter on his face. Shen Qingzhi was the head of the demon cultivators, and he created those weird sorcerers.

Immortal cultivators who have bad intentions and are eager for success are bewitched by him and fall into the devil's way.

But Shen Qingzhi was cunning by nature, and he was extremely good at disguise. No one in the world of cultivating immortals knew his true face except Zhuang Yuezhong who had confronted him head-on.

"This is just one of the hidden lairs, isn't it normal to not have his breath?"

Zhuang Yuezhong said in a cold voice: "These days the Demon Cultivator has made frequent moves, and the dozens of places I eradicated have left no survivors. As the Demon Lord, Shen Qingzhi should have taken revenge on me long ago."

Chu Zong understood what he meant: "He either died, or something happened and he couldn't show up for a while."

"The first strange thing was when the treasures escorted between Baiyu and Wenjian were destroyed." Zhuang Yuezhong said suddenly.

This matter had already ended with Wen Baiyu colluding with the demon cultivator to harm his fellow disciples, finally abolishing the immortal root and expelling the other world, but Chu Zong knew from Zhuang Yuezhong's attitude that this matter was not that simple.

If Wen Baiyu hadn't colluded with Moxiu, then why was Bai Wenjian the only one who died, and he was unscathed?

Looking at Zhuang Yue's dark eyes, Chu Zong realized what he said: "The reason why you have suppressed demon cultivators so frequently these days is to force Shen Qingzhi to come out and understand the truth?"

Yue Leng, who surrounded Zhuang Yuezhong, made a buzzing sound, as if he became more restless because of the murderous intent pervading from his master.

"The truth and his life—I want both."

The two walked out of the lair in silence. At this moment, Zhuang Yuezhong looked at Chu Zong with a strange expression, and asked, "You haven't said your purpose for coming here."

"Uh..." Chu Zong covered his face with a fan. He originally wanted to make fun of Zhuang Yuezhong, but he was desperately trying to cultivate the world of immortals. How could he say those words, "I just want to say that your apprentice is doing well in another world. Don't worry."

Zhuang Yue frowned and said, "What am I worried about that traitor?"

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted guy, don't worry, why don't you just expel him from the school and settle it.Chu Zong didn't make it clear that firstly, he couldn't beat Zhuang Yuezhong, and secondly, he was a gentleman who didn't use swords or guns.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm just being sentimental."

Zhuang Yue skipped this topic again: "Since you're here, follow me to the next location to wipe out the demon cultivators."

"Isn't it? There's still more?" Chu Zong thought that the once-a-month suppression campaign was over.

"There are still ten places." Zhuang Yuezhong cast a spell to trap the crane that Chu Zong had secretly summoned, grabbed the opponent's shoulder and flew into the sky.

"Ten Offices? Zhuang Yuezhong, are you still human! You are a hundred times crueler than Moxiu!!!" Chu Zong shouted in mid-air.

The monks flying with their swords behind Zhuang Yuezhong bowed their heads and pretended to be deaf. Only Chu Zong dared to say that.

……

Wen Baiyu's fish stall was full of customers, and the stall owner's aunt even hurriedly called to ask someone to bring more boxes of fish.

Although Wen Boyu refused to sign a group photo, he did not stop the photo taking, so some of the girls who came to sell fish for him took photos.

"Come on brother!"

"Thank you, what fish do you want to buy?"

"My brother is so handsome, I want to dance on my brother's eyelashes!"

"Thank you, the fish has been cut."

No matter how many girls confessed from the heart, the fish killer Wen Baiyu remained unmoved, and killed every fish with a single-minded focus.

In three hours, Wen Baiyu sold out all the fish sold by the stall owner, Auntie.

The stall owner's aunt beamed with smiles, held Wen Baiyu's hands and said, "Thank you, this is the first time my business has been so good!"

Wen Boyu smiled slightly and said, "Take people's money, that's what I should do."

Hearing that the stall owner's aunt immediately took out three [-]-yuan bills and stuffed them into Wen Baiyu's hands: "Next time I have free time, I will help Auntie kill the fish, and the salary can be negotiated!"

Wen Baiyu looked at the money in his hand, it was the money he earned by his own ability in another world, he felt a little more accomplished, nodded and said: "Thank you."

"Hey baby!" The stall owner who had rejected him earlier called to stop him, "Come and kill the fish for me, I'll give you five hundred!"

Wen Boyu was enough to rent the guqin, so he shook his head and declined politely: "Sorry, I don't need the money anymore."

The stall owner was so regretful that his intestines were green, which was in stark contrast to the red-faced stall owner next door.

Wen Boyu took out the money and rented the guqin from the boss, and then said several times to send it to the designated address.

After solving the problem with the musical instrument, Wen Boyu walked out of the piano shop, holding the mineral water given by the boss in his hand, he unscrewed the cap and drank more than half of it.

It was still early before the show, and Wen Boyu asked the cameraman if he could go back to the dormitory. After getting a negative answer, he had no choice but to wander around on the street.

When he was passing an overpass, he met Lu Yu by chance. He was sitting on a low plastic stool, and there was a small table in front of him, with square boxes of different sizes placed on it.

There was a sign next to him, with a line written in extremely scrawled handwriting: Handsome guy film, mobile phone, camera, notebook, security machine...

Wen Baiyu took out his phone to check the meaning of the film, and probably understood that it was a barrier to protect the phone.

The place Lu Yu chose was crowded with people, most of the customers who patronized his business were girls, and they all stared at him.

When Wen Boyu walked over, Lu Yu just finished posting one, and he handed over his phone: "50, scan here for Alipay and WeChat."

The girl nodded repeatedly to his handsome face: "I am willing!"

Wen Baiyu felt envious when he heard it, it made more money than killing fish.

Lu Yu secretly rolled his eyes, turning his head away too lazy to look at the other's nympho expression, and when he turned his head, he saw Wen Baiyu with envious eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to cover up his uncool behavior of putting on a film, but after another thought, the fish killer in front of him was at the bottom of the chain of embarrassment.

"Don't post it now." Lu Yu removed the sign, waved away the girls around him, turned around and took out a dozen coins from his pocket, counting them quickly with his fingers.

Wen Baiyu squatted beside him and asked, "How much did you earn?"

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly and said, "Not many, there are probably more than 800 plus those who scanned the code."

After finishing speaking, he gave a "tsk", obviously disgusted with the loss of earnings.

"More than 800, that's amazing!" Wen Baiyu's eyes lit up slightly, and it took the same amount of time, but Lu Yu was much better than him.

Although the foreigner is not skilled in martial arts, he is really smart.

The corner of Lu Yu's mouth raised, but was quickly pressed down by him, and he pretended to cough deeply: "It's normal, by the way, why don't you continue to kill fish?"

"The fish are all sold out, so I rented the guqin with the money." Wen Baiyu stood up and sat on the bridge railing, his long hair tied behind his head fluttering in the wind, and the bright sunlight fell on his printed T-shirt, like a plated T-shirt. Layers of light gold dust.

Lu Yu noticed that all the eyes that were glued to him had shifted to Wen Baiyu, and he was furious: "Since you've got it all done, what should you do, I still want to continue to make money."

"I also want to stick film." Wen Baiyu is very curious about this way of making money. If he can't become an idol in the future, he can make a living by sticking film.

Lu Yu was furious, and the character set couldn't be stabilized: "Why are you robbing me of my job!"

Wen Boyu blinked innocently, his gray eyes glowing like jewels in the bright light: "With the help of multiple people, wouldn't it be possible to make money faster and buy musical instruments?"

Lu Yu was speechless, waved his hands and said, "Anyway, I can't, you have to help you find Mo Zhaojin, he needs it, go quickly!"

Seeing this, Wen Boyu had no choice but to get up and take a few steps back, only to see Lu Yu put up the sign again and continue his film sticking business.

The other party clearly refused, and Wen Baiyu couldn't force it. He took out his mobile phone and asked Mo Zhaojin where he was, and wanted to go find him.

Mo Zhaojin didn't ask the reason, and directly posted the location.

Wen Boyu searched for the address and met Mo Zhaojin in a park. The other party was different from Lu Yu. He was sitting by the fountain surrounded by children.

Mo Zhaojin is holding a cute hand puppet in both hands, and is having a conversation in ventriloquist, occasionally talking about something funny can make the children laugh.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses, and has an elegant demeanor. He usually speaks with reason and evidence, as if he was born to be a leader.

But at this moment, his eyes were crescent-shaped because of his smile, and his whole face was filled with warmth.

Wen Baiyu felt that this kind of Mo Zhaojin was more real.

Mo Zhaojin saw him, smiled at him, manipulated the hand puppet and said to the children: "Look, another good-looking big brother is here!"

A child ran over and dragged Wen Baiyu over, Wen Baiyu asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Their parents are temporarily busy, and I will take care of them." Mo Zhaojin put the hand puppet in his hand on a girl's hand.

"Is this how you make money?" Wen Baiyu looked around the park, "Children have lively personalities. It's not right for you to look after dozens of them by yourself."

Mo Zhaojin said helplessly: "I didn't intend to take care of the children at first. I was just here to perform ventriloquist, but a parent has something to do at the moment. Please pay me to take care of it. That's all there is to it."

"That's why Lu Yu didn't welcome me, but you took the initiative to tell me the address." Wen Baiyu knew that Mo Zhaojin would not do things for no reason.

Mo Zhaojin smiled and asked: "We are a group, help?"

"It's natural." Wen Baiyu quickly supported a boy who almost fell because of running.

With Wen Baiyu's help, these dozens of children who were not too naughty did not have any accidents during this period.

As dusk approached, the children's parents came to take away their children one after another. Mo Zhaojin received three thousand rewards, and he handed Wen Baiyu a piece of paper: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you." Wen Baiyu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that taking care of children was more tiring than practicing. "You can actually choose other ways to make money."

Mo Zhaojin gave the puppet to the children. He stretched his fingers and said, "I like children, and I like to perform ventriloquism in front of them."

Wen Boyu asked curiously: "Then why did you become an artist?"

Mo Zhaojin raised the corners of her lips: "I like children, but that doesn't mean I don't like adults. I can't refuse the feeling that the whole world can see me."

"I see."

"Since we are talking about this topic, I would like to interview you, hero, you are so skilled, why did you choose to become an artist?" Mo Zhaojin asked.

Wen Baiyu had no choice, at first he became an artist just because he met Zhou Momo, in order to repay his kindness and make money.

After meeting Zhou Jingyuan, the other party solved the ID card issue for him, and with his gradual understanding of the other world, the identity of an artist is not so necessary for him.

He wants to live a peaceful and low-key life, but the artist is just the opposite, and his every move attracts attention.

Sometimes he would have an idea: whether to give up being an artist.

But when an ordinary person spends the rest of his life in a mediocre way, is this his ending?

[Start with appearance, fall into talent, and be loyal to character. 】

Tian Xiu's words came to his ears, and the hand beside him clenched unconsciously.

He wants to be this kind of person, not wanting to be mediocre.

He is Master's disciple, even if he can't go back, he can't lose face of Mingyue Sect.

"I want to be the most shining star at the top." Wen Baiyu had a goal, got rid of the haze hidden in his heart, and the light blooming on his handsome face made it impossible to take his eyes off.

Mo Zhaojin looked at it for a while, then sighed in his heart, he shouldn't have asked this question.

He, a straight man, was stunned to see Wen Baiyu, how many people would be fascinated by this after it was broadcast.

……

There is still half an hour before the performance, and the four groups are making final preparations.

The program group forbade them to rehearse the program in advance, which was also to test them.

Mo Zhaojin took out the written script and handed it to the two of them: "The performance time of each group is 5 minutes. We have to use the time of one song to fully express a story. This is difficult, but as long as it is performed perfectly, we It will definitely become the biggest highlight of this issue.”

Wen Boyu opened the script, and there was a story on it, called "The Dream of Heroes", which tells the story of a young knight-errant who walks the rivers and lakes and uses the sword in his hand to help justice in his heart.

But since the name has a dream, it will naturally be reversed. In the end, the boy woke up and found that everything was just his dream. He was just an ordinary boy who didn't know martial arts.

"Isn't it? The process is so cool, how to arrange this ending, I feel aggrieved." Lu Yu put down the script, not understanding why Mo Zhaojin set up the plot like this.

Mo Zhaojin pushed his glasses, a white light flashed, and he said calmly: "What kind of story do you think can make people never forget, a happy ending or a sad ending of losing a lover?"

Before they could answer, Mo Zhaojin said again: "In everyone's life, there will be regrettable moments, and even countless times of fantasizing about going back and changing, that's hard to get over."

Hearing this, Wen Baiyu felt as if his heart had been lightly pricked by a thin needle, and he never felt overwhelmed.

After all, he never forgot his master all his life, but he never got a response.

"Just do as you say."

Two to one, Lu Yu can only agree, he muttered: "If the audience doesn't like it, everyone will be unlucky together."

The order of playing is determined by lottery. Mo Zhaojin stepped forward to draw lots. Luckily, they were drawn last, so they had more time to prepare.

The first players in Group B were Xu Tuyuan, Hao Hu, and Shen Tianlei.

Wen Boyu and them were just nodding acquaintances, all he knew was that they were very good at singing and dancing.

What they chose was a quiet and beautiful English song, and they only bought a piano. Hao Hu played the beautiful notes, and the three of them had different voices. Mesmerized.

Wen Baiyu felt his heart calm down when he heard it.

"Kang Bang—" There was a sound of footsteps, accompanied by some tinkling sounds.

Bai Xingyan was wearing Martin boots, punk denim-style black clothes and black trousers, and the two silver chains connecting his belt and pockets collided with each other as he walked, making crisp sounds.

He drew black eyeliner, and his eyes were a little more aggressive. He glanced at the three people on the stage, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It sounds sleepy, I can't wait to explode the audience."

After speaking, he put his arm around Wen Baiyu's shoulder and asked with a smile, "Master, are you still planning to play sword this time?"

He deliberately accentuated the last word.

Wen Boyu's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm hidden in him, he nodded and said: "I will only use what I am good at."

Bai Xingyan snorted disdainfully, thinking that after the broadcast of this episode, the ticket type should be far ahead, and it is impossible for a person who only knows martial arts to be his opponent.

What he didn't know was that Wen Boyu could hold more than just a sword in his hand.

He learned all the top ten musical instruments under the guidance of a friend who was called "Lexian".

And that friend once said to Wen Baiyu: "If you hadn't focused on the way of swordsmanship, my name of Le Xian would have changed hands long ago."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the disease name Ai Lei, today’s update is over, thank you for your support!