Dragons farming in the realm of self-cultivation

Lu Xihou went back angrily and climbed up to the roof of the small courtyard with a jug of wine.

Sui Han and Lin Jingyun wanted to accompany him, but he drove them away.

He wants to drink away his worries, the kind that doesn't want to be accompanied by others!

He sat on the roof and looked forward. The sky was green and the mountains were green in front of him. Layers of mountains and layers of clouds reflected each other. The texture was delicate, just like the cartoons he saw when he was a child.

He recalled the scene of going out with his father when he was a child.

Contrary to his lucky E, his father's luck is notoriously good.

Every time he goes out, he looks forward to it, because he doesn't know what surprises will be waiting ahead.

He's obviously dad's son, why did he get here? It's fine if there are no surprises, and all the bad things happen? !

Lu Xihou was furious, picked up the jug and poured another big gulp into his mouth.

"You are the easiest to get drunk when you drink like this."

Lu Xihou tilted his head, Wu Yiming didn't know when he came, and looked at him with his sword in his arms.

Lu Xihou said, "They asked you to persuade me?"

"Of course not, what's the point? There's nothing to persuade you. Let you have a good drink, and you'll be done venting." Wu Yiming said, "I heard the news and came here to see you."

Wu Yiming and his law enforcement team members have been in the team.

Lu Xihou didn't see him very often.

Compared with Lu Xihou and the other three, the young disciples of Lingyang College who are in the spirit pill realm need more protection. Wu Yiming has been busy with things there these days.

Lu Xihou took a sip of his wine, "I originally thought of getting a good ranking in the college league this time, and then I'll be a teacher after I go back. Now it's completely hopeless."

Wu Yiming comforted: "Not necessarily, don't get discouraged so quickly."

"It's not necessary." Lu Xihou waved his hand, the corners of his mouth collapsed, "My senior brother knows me better than I know him. Under his command, I may not even be able to survive three moves."

Wu Yiming smiled, "So unconfident??"

"I call it self-knowledge."

"You are both in a relationship, and he is still so ruthless?"

Lu Xihou retorted, "How can this be called ruthless? This is the principle of life!"

"If the final is a life-and-death match, then senior brother will definitely let me win, but for this kind of ordinary competition, he won't let me down at all, even if it makes me lose better!"

Lu Xihou's head hurts when he thinks that he will be kicked off the stage by Sui Han's sword in a few days.

Wu Yiming also took out his wine and took a sip, "That's not bad, at least you can find out his real strength, and through this competition, you can learn more about him."

"Who wants to know his lover this way?" Lu Xi rolled his eyes sleepily, "Besides, Mr. Jian and I have a bet."

Even if the final ranking of the competition depends on the points, the jury will give different points according to the performance of the opponents.

But the winner of the game will definitely get more points than the loser

Lu Xihou no longer expected to go any further in the ranking.

Wu Yiming couldn't comfort him, so he could only drink with him.

At the end of the drink, Wu Yiming suggested: "Isn't Junior Brother Sui not familiar with your talisman? You have just retreated for eight years, and you have some background, so hit him with the talisman."

Lu Xihou burped a little, and said melancholy and sweetly: "He is not familiar with my talisman, but he knows me, he knows what I think when I roll my eyes, and he can't trick him."

Wu Yiming: "..."

Lu Xihou: "Let's not mention breaking through ten sessions with one force, his kendo attainments are much higher than mine."

Wu Yiming rubbed his head, turned his head to the side, and said softly: "You can worry about it yourself."

Lu Xihou: "..."

The very busy Senior Brother Wu didn't want to hear student Lu Xiaohou worry and show affection, so he turned and left.

Lu Xihou continued to drink.

What he drank was sweet wine, so he wasn't intoxicated, and when Sui Han came to carry him down, he was still conscious, so he wasn't too drunk.

Instead, he stretched out his arms to hug Sui Han's neck? He buried his face on Sui Han's shoulder, his rosy lips parted slightly, emitting a sweet smell of alcohol.

Sui Han made honey water to feed him, fetched water again, and wiped his face and hands with his own hands.

Lu Xihou spread his hands and feet, and lay paralyzed on the bed in a large font. He looked at Sui Han who was obliquely in front of his head with blurred eyes, and said, "Senior brother, I will try my best to defeat you!"

"it is good."

He continued to slur his words, "Even if the hope is slim, I will not give up!"

"I know."

"Brother."

"Ok?"

Lu Xihou obediently raised his face and waited for Sui Han to help him wipe his face, his eyes fixed on Sui Han's face.

Sui Han saw that his eyes were rolling back and forth, "What do you want to say?"

What did Lu Xihou want to say? I have already forgotten.

He thought hard for a long time, and said: "Brother, you are so pretty."

Sui Han smiled, squeezed his chin and kissed him, "You're pretty too."

Lu Xihou was a little drunk, Guji Guji smiled inexplicably, hugged Sui Han's neck with both hands, and arched his head on his shoulder.

Sui Han looked down at him.

He laughed so hard that his fair face was flushed a little, and his eyes were full of tears, which made his pupils even brighter.

Lively and fragrant.

Sui Han sighed softly, and silently recited the Qingxin formula several times in his heart, then wrapped him in the quilt, "Quick sleep, be careful? I'll have a headache tomorrow."

Lu Xihou struggled a bit, unable to break free from the tightly wrapped quilt.

Sui Han lowered his head and kissed his forehead, patted his quilt lightly, and took out a jade slip from the storage ring, "Read a poem today."

The drunk Lu Xihou had no objection, his eyes were fixed on Sui Han.

Sui Han scanned the jade slips with his spiritual sense, and continued reading from the part he read last time.

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet extremely gentle. Hearing his voice, Lu Xihou felt as if he was floating above the clouds, swaying unsteadily, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

After drinking to let off steam, and being comforted by Sui Han, the bad emotions in Lu Xihou's heart were gone, and he was alive and well again.

Qi Zi felt relieved seeing him like this.

When Lu Xihou was drawn to Sui Han, apart from their clients, the most regrettable thing was the Qizi Xingxing.

This year, Lingyang College had another three Hinayana competitions. They were supposed to achieve good results, but they were careless. They were unlucky enough to draw one of their own. Whether Lu Xihou or Sui Han won, one of the spots would be cancelled.

This makes Qi Zi? Xing extremely regrettable.

Lingyang College has been going downhill for decades, and this year's results may be better this year. He also thought about whether he could take this opportunity to promote more and see if he could recruit more students.

Now it seems that it should be out of play again.

The finals will begin soon.

The number of people participating in the final was not many, and the 100 people who won the rematch played against each other in pairs, a total of [-] groups.

The battle between Lu Xihou and Sui Han was ranked second.

This is based on Sui Han's strength, and the organizers believe that Sui Han has the potential to win the championship in one fell swoop.

The day of the final was also a sunny day.

Lu Xihou came onto the stage with his spirit sword in hand, looking at Sui Han opposite him, he was rarely nervous.

The referee didn't talk nonsense.

When the time came, the gong sounded, and the referee immediately waved, "Start!"

Lu Xihou swallowed, and the loud "gurgle" almost didn't startle him.

He bowed to Sui Han, and said with a serious face, "Brother, please advise."

Sui Han bowed to him, "Junior brother, be careful."

Both of them are tall and tall, wearing two sets of strong clothes, one in black and one in white. One is handsome and calm, the other is handsome and exquisite. Standing on the quaint stone platform, the morning breeze blows, don't mention how to support others Eye.

Someone at the bottom couldn't help whispering: "Fuck - why is the pre-match etiquette like worshiping the church?!"

"People are meant to be lovers."

"No way, so unlucky? Couples still get such a lottery?"

"Sui Han from the Taichu Sword Sect is so powerful, will we break up after the fight?"

"Lu Xihou is so good-looking. You said they broke up. Is there any hope for me to chase him?"

Lu Xihou's body was slightly stiff.

He should be fully focused during the game, but he couldn't help being distracted? He glanced at the audience.

The disciples who watched the competition this year? Why are there so many words, is it too late for the poisonous dumb?

"Be careful."

Sui Han reminded softly, when the spirit sword was raised, it was a starting gesture.

With just such a slight movement, his whole body instantly became as calm as a mountain, unshakable.

Lin Jingyun's face changed when he saw it, "It's over, Senior Brother Sui's strength has become even more terrifying after entering the stage. Can Xiao Hou catch the first move?"

Wu Yiming specially came over to watch the battle, sat next to him, heard what he said, and said, "I see Xuan."

Lu Xihou took a deep breath, and instantly entered a wartime state.

With a twist of his hand, he put his spirit sword back into the storage ring, took out a stack of jade slips with his backhand, brushed them, and instantly flew the jade slips to different places.

White mist curled up on the stage, drowning the two of them at once.

Lin Jingyun's eyes brightened slightly, and the folding fan in his hand knocked on his thigh, "Illusion!"

Yes.

Lu Xihou thought about it for several days, and finally decided to use the illusion to deal with Sui Han.

Sui Han is the most orthodox type of swordsman, who swings his sword tens of thousands of times every day, and never slacks off.

He trusts his own sword, and only his own sword, and is not interested in all kinds of ways.

Lu Xihou's bet was that he was not interested and did not understand.

He wants to set up an illusion to take advantage of his strength!

Sui Han understood his thoughts as soon as the white mist rose.

He showed appreciation, but the sword in his hand showed no sign of weakness.

He is the senior brother of the Absolute Beginning Sword Sect, and he is practicing the Absolute Beginning Sword.

Sui Han snorted softly, "Open the sky."

The spirit sword in his hand was lightly passed forward.

This is the first move of Absolute Beginning Sword.

After the seemingly ordinary sword touched the white mist, it was like a red-hot knife meeting solidified grease. With almost a touch, all the white mist melted lightly and skillfully, without any effort.

Outsiders only looked at him as if he was winning at leisure, but they didn't know how much pressure Lu Xihou was under.

The 18 yuan jade slip he put down in one breath, was cut open like tofu in front of Sui Han's sword energy, without even making the slightest sound of shattering, which shows how fast Sui Han's sword is.

The hairs on Lu Xihou's back all exploded.

He rolled to the side with all his strength, and when he rolled, he scattered 36 pieces of jade slips like a goddess scattered flowers.

The white mist closed again, concealing Lu Xihou's figure.

Wu Yiming praised from the bottom: "Junior brother Lu's cultivation on the talisman is really good."

But Lin Jingyun said: "It's just this, can't it? It's too long to resist Senior Brother Sui."

"I don't think so. He still has the energy to throw more talismans, which means he must have prepared. He pays so much attention. If he really makes up his mind to deal with Junior Brother Sui, he may not have a chance of winning."

Lin Jingyun turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows, "Senior Brother Wu, why don't you come and gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" Wu Yiming asked.

"Bet on who will win."

"That won't work. I won't gamble. There's no need to gamble." Wu Yiming refused the triple, and said firmly, "Junior brother Lu will definitely not win, it depends on how many tricks he can hold."

Lin Jingyun followed good example, "Then let's bet how many tricks he can last."

Wu Yiming looked down at himself, and asked sincerely: "Junior brother Lin, do you have a crush on me? What do you want? Is this still a gamble? He must not be able to survive three tricks!"