The Villain's White Lotus Halo

On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining for half a month in Lueyang City.Autumn wind and autumn rain worry people.

The whole flower street is immersed in the dense mist, it is not yet night, there are no lanterns and red silk, only a few girls with umbrellas pass by from time to time in the alley, holding skirts in one hand, carefully circumventing the water pool on the bluestone slab, The body is light, and the corners of the skirt are fluttering in the wind and rain.

The Chunxiu building has not yet been lit, it is all illuminated by the large wooden windows and the brazier in the hall.The drinkers are of various religions, and often seven or eight friends gather together to form a table, with local dialects mixed together, and laughter and yelling resound in the lobby.

The young man in white clothes and sword by the window, sitting alone at the table will only make people feel elegant.

As for the kid in the corner with disheveled old clothes and a knife on his back, although he was dressed as a knight-errant, he looked more like a street gangster because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation, he looked lonely and desolate.

As if he didn't realize it, he ordered a jar of the cheapest Xifeng Lie, paired with a plate of peanuts soaked in vinegar, and drank it with relish.

Suddenly, a clear female voice broke the hustle and bustle, "Guest officer, you haven't settled your drink bill yet."

Everyone followed the sound and saw the pretty girl standing up behind the counter, her almond eyes staring round.

And the six or seven big men who had already walked to the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.

There were people drinking and chatting in the hall, as well as businessmen who often do business in Panlong Ridge, at this moment there was a sound of gasping one after another.The nervous look infected the rest of the drinkers who didn't know why.

The burly men, obviously satisfied with their deterrent power and the dead silence, walked towards the counter, and someone kicked over a table halfway.The energy shot out, and the wooden table was shattered into pieces.

Like some kind of customary signal, the drinkers threw away their glasses and rushed out of the door in a panic.

The lobby was empty in an instant.

The leader of the big man had already walked to the counter, with a smirk on his face, "You are ignorant, I don't care about it, but I'm afraid the brothers won't agree, what do you think?"

There was another burst of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of foul language.

The thin little girl didn't speak, as if she was frightened.

Seeing that the counter was about to be split open with a machete, a tragedy would happen, but today is destined to be different.

"Drink and pay, what should I do?"

It turned out to be the little bastard who was sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.

His presence was so low that no one noticed when he walked over.

The bandits in Panlong Ridge have seen the world, and have practiced superficial body exercises, so they can tell whether the opponent is a stubble at a glance.If it is a practitioner, the breath and pressure are different from ordinary people.

At this time, he spat confidently, "Where is the bastard, get out."

Yan Xing didn't roll away, he sideways dodged the open fist in front of him, and was about to reach out to draw the knife.

Before touching the handle of the knife, suddenly felt the breeze behind him, a kite turned over and jumped onto the wine table, the knife in the sheath was used as a stick, and hit the opponent's heart with a backhand.

The man collided with the bandit leader's fist again, and received a solid punch.Yan Xing jumped up and down, fighting among them like swimming fish, all the wine jars and cups were for his use like open spears and hidden arrows.

He used his strength to fight, his movements were nimble, and he seemed extremely chic, but unfortunately he was outnumbered, he became popular not long after, and was knocked to the ground by someone.A kick in the heart.

"You son of a bitch! Call me Grandpa, I will spare your life today..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing spat on it with a mouthful of bloody froth.

The mountain bandits were aroused and got angry, and they didn't use knives. They kicked harder and harder, as if they were going to beat people to death.

Miss Luhua took out a sword from the hidden compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was about to put it on.

"Zheng-"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell straight backwards.A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhui acupoint.

Looking closely, the forgotten young man in white had put down his wine bowl, holding the remaining chopsticks in his hand.

Yan Xing barely opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see the man's face clearly in the blood, he only heard a sentence, "The Desolate Sword Chapter."

What the hell, he thought.

All the bandits rushed forward, with machetes in full swing.

Without lifting his eyelids, the young man took another chopstick from the chopstick holder, "I want to live in poverty for a long time."

Yan Xing exhausted all his strength and still couldn't stand up. Holding the knife and half kneeling on the ground, he vomited blood, slandering, can't you concentrate on fighting?Is it time to recite poetry? !

"Yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and brothels are orchestrated."

The wind and rain from outside the window blew in, and the young master Shi Shiran stood up, his sleeves and robes full of wind.

After reading these two sentences, the bandits rushed right in front of him, and he rolled up his sleeves and beat them.

He didn't have the gentle and fierce fighting style when he was reciting poems.

Cries of pain and begging for mercy resounded through Chunxiu Tower.

Wei Jingfeng didn't use his true essence and sword energy, but relied on his physical strength alone to overthrow this group of mobs, making them lie on the ground to breathe in more and out less.

Trouble but joy.

Then he glanced at the kneeling punk, stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man was able to pull him, and a burst of blissful breath rushed in along the veins, and his whole body didn't hurt anymore.

Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine, and took the iron locks to clean up the mess.

Yan Xing still didn't come back to his senses, just now he even felt that he was going to die.

Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help telling him some principles of life, "That little girl has already entered the threshold of cultivation, and she is more than enough to deal with a few high-ranking students. It's just that there are guests in the building, she can't make a move. She just waited to scare away the onlookers, so she could close the door and teach them. You are busy meddling in your business, and you don’t use your brain to think about it. How dare you open a shop in this street without any skills or backing?"

After finishing speaking, for the first time, he had the illusion that he was really a good person.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xing didn't regret it, and only asked, "Whether I do it or not is my business. Whether she has the ability or backing, it's none of my business?"

The Juggernaut was overjoyed, thinking this kid was interesting.It is really rare for a fool to follow his heart regardless of the consequences.

He was acting recklessly, and blurted out in a flash, "I'll accept you as my apprentice."

"why?"

The Juggernaut poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a saying, 'Small injustices in the chest can be cured by wine, but great injustices in the world cannot be cured by the sword.' Follow me, learn some skills, and see the injustices in the future, that's good Go up and seek death."

Yan Xing looked at the exquisite short sword on the opponent's waist, and grinned, "A sword is a gentleman with a hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are always more hypocrites than real gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice swords, and I don't want to be a gentleman. I want to learn swords and be a hero." .”

"Who says you have to be a gentleman to use a sword? Whether it's a knife or a sword, it's just a utensil. The apprentice of the old man can learn whatever he wants to learn."

Yan Xing thought to himself, I can see that you are very capable and not a mortal, but I haven't agreed yet, how come you become your apprentice?

Also, you are at most about my age, how come you are an 'old man'?

He also poured himself a bowl, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what your name is?"

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party had similar temperaments with him and had a pleasant chat, he wouldn't bother to ask.

"Wei Jingfeng."

Yan Xing almost knelt down, suspecting that he had heard wrong, "What?"

The young man slapped the short sword on the table with a 'snap', "Some people call me the Juggernaut."

*****

Yan Xing always felt that his life was good.

When he was young, he worshiped the Juggernaut, so he really worshiped his master, although the master is completely different from the legend.After entering the Tao, he did many things that were considered death-seeking in the eyes of others, but he failed to die.Even under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue sword, he could save his life.

But until many years later, he was still puzzled: Master is clearly not a scholar, why did he quote scriptures and recite poems when he met him?

How did he know that that day, Mr. Zhang Yuan had calculated the exact location of the twin stars, and the sword master came back from the academy, had a quarrel with Mr. Zhang Yuan, and listened to poetry and essays, full of depression and nowhere to relieve it.

Just happened to see him when I was drinking to relieve my sorrow.

I also saw the shadow of myself when I was young, passionate, stupid, and lonely.

Yan Xing said that whether I do anything or not is my business, whether she has the ability or her backing has nothing to do with me?

Wei Jingfeng thinks what choice I make is my business, how does Tiandao arrange it is none of my business?

That's how it should be.

The karma and retribution in the world is not clear, Yan Xing thought it was the Juggernaut who saved his life, but he didn't know that he had also helped the Juggernaut.

Years passed and the autumn rain continued, and they were still drinking and watching girls in Chunxiulou.The street gangster has become an unrestrained hero, while the white-clothed young man still looks like a teenager.

After Yin Biyue fell intoxicated, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot to Yan Xing.

Speaking of Meteor Star Abyss, Sword Tomb, and Destiny Star Trail.

At first, he slapped the table and scolded him, "It's really worrying, just like you, nine lives are not enough to die."

Finally, he said, "But you must not change it..."

When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without any regrets.

Yan Xing was drunk for half a month during that wine session.

Fortunately, Wei Jingfeng came back from a narrow escape, and what he said became a daily teaching, not a last word.

Yan Xingcai brings up the past without any shadow,

"Hey, my master said that nine lives are not enough for someone like me."

Song Tang was taken aback for a moment, "The Sword Master is right."

Yan Xing turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes, "Are you right? In fact, there is another sentence behind it, 'After the old man leaves, find someone to treat you.' Is this correct?"

"That's...that's right." Having said that, Song Tang hastily bid farewell, "I haven't finished reading today's official document, so I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Yan."

He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the main hall of Qinglu.There was a low laugh from the man behind him.

The night is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

Even if a disciple sees the serious master sitting on a tree chatting with a drunk, he will feel that his eyes are wrong.

Going up to Qinglu Mountain at night is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

No one could figure out the cause and effect, and Yan Xing himself didn't know what was going on.

*****

The third disciple of the Juggernaut is a recognized prodigal son.

When he became famous as a young man, he was unrestrained and unrestrained when he drew his sword and cut off the water. He immediately drank alcohol indulgently with his sword. His pair of spring water and peach blossom eyes attracted the hearts of many innocent girls.

But anyone who has met him knows that he is neither sentimental nor promiscuous.Even at certain times, there is a bit of incomprehensible slowness.

What a pity.

So when people heard that Yan Xing had slighted Song Shaomen, his legs were broken.Isn't the first reaction true? I don't believe it, but... finally waited for this day!

Watching the excitement is no big deal, running around to tell everyone, I am happier than my own retreat and breakthrough.

Later, when Yan Xing was drunk, he boldly said that 'people are sweeter'.Let this matter add fuel to the fire, everyone knows.

The Qinglu Sword School advocates penance, strict self-discipline and even more reputation.

Song Tang chased and fled with him like this, and ran across most of the southern land.

At that time Yan Xing felt that he was very wronged, it was all because of drinking and rumors.He is not a disciple at all.

When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sides sat down and talked, fought side by side when the demon army invaded, and had a long talk after the battle. He finally realized soberly that he was indeed a hooligan.

As long as I see Song Tang, I want to make a fool of myself.

The irrefutable facts are in front of you, no matter how strong the wine is, it will not be blamed.

For this reason, he did not go to see Song Tang for a while.When you are irritable, you can fight with the senior brother, and fight with the fourth junior brother.Travel down the mountain and find new and interesting things to do.

After a period of time, I woke up and found that it was impossible. Sooner or later, I would become a mental block on the way, so I went to see him if I really wanted to, and followed my heart.

I didn't move my hands and feet, just think about it, it's not particularly muddled.Yan Xing thought so.

Duan Chongxuan saw a clue, and laughed at him for cowardice.

The days went on like this.Years pass by.

Until Yan Xing was wandering in Zhonglu and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain.This is not the first time they have met, but it is different from the previous encounters by chance, nodding their heads.

Chen Yi said that his practice has reached a bottleneck, since he is a fellow practitioner of the Dao of the Sword, he would like to make an appointment to fight with you.

Yan Xing readily agreed.