I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

In the conflict between the Guiyi faction and the Lingxiao faction, neither side took advantage. If you count the injuries on both sides, Jiang Rong's sword suddenly exploded, but the Guiyi faction's injuries were more serious.

Jin Qishan, head of the Guiyi faction, has not come to Nanze Mountain because of other important matters. Anyway, this conflict is originally a mutual temptation between disciples. If the elders intervene, the whole thing will change. It tastes good.

So He Zizhuo didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, and left with his disciples, and Zhou Qingqian also didn't intend to get into the matter of being rude just now.

After He Zizhuo left, he enthusiastically went up to check on Qi Guangya's injury.

The disciples of the Guiyi faction were very vigilant and said, "Don't worry about it, senior."

Zhou Qingqian smiled and said, "Don't bother, don't worry, this injury is easy to heal."

As he said, he stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and pinched Qi Guangya fiercely.

Lin Yue didn't have time to stop him, and watched his junior brother being abused: "Master Zhou!"

Zhou Qingqian withdrew his hand, and Qi Guangya woke up with a scream.

Zhou Qingqian smiled and said: "I said it's easy to cure, right? Don't worry, I won't die. In case something happens to him, you rely on Ling Xiao."

Lin Yue took a deep breath and said, "That's definitely not the case. There are no such scoundrels in the Guiyi faction. Thank you, Master Zhou."

Zhou Qingqian said: "Little guys, while you are young, you can be crazy for a while. I'm waiting to go on stage and see everyone's true skills."

Qi Guangya inhaled in pain, and when Zhou Qingqian was gone, he touched his middle part with his hand back, only to find that a layer of skin had been pinched off, and couldn't help cursing: "Ling Xiao doesn't have a good thing! The old man is really ruthless."

Lin Yue didn't care about his junior brother's complaints, but looked in another direction with ecstasy, and asked, "Guangya, did you see Shu Lingjia just now?"

Qi Guangya was dizzy earlier, she didn't see Shu Lingjia make a move, and said, "Shu Lingjia? Didn't he come?"

Lin Yue said: "Come on, he was the one who suppressed the Broken Sword just now."

Qi Guangya looked at the mess everywhere, followed Lin Yue's gaze, and saw that Shu Lingjia was sitting with Jing Feitong not far away.

Seeing this, his eyes lit up, but his face showed joy.

"That's great. I heard that he left Ling Xiao. I thought I couldn't avenge my revenge. It's fine if I come. Even if I can't draw an opponent in the sword test this time, I have to fight with him in private." Let's fight, and we will be ashamed!"

Lin Yue shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Qi, I advise you not to have too much hope."

Qi Guangya said: "You think I can't beat him?"

Lin Yue said: "On the contrary, I think Shu Lingjia is useless."

Qi Guangya wondered: "No, didn't he just make a move?"

Lin Yue picked up a fragment of a broken sword from the ground, and said: "He just made a very tricky move, and he used his sword intent to suppress Jiang Rong's riotous sword breath. This is something that Shu Lingjia was born with from her mother's womb, nothing to say .”

"But I saw that when he started to open a piece of fragments by himself, his actions were vain and his spiritual power was weak. It is obvious that the foundation of years of hard training has been destroyed. Based on what his master said just now, his old injury may be very troublesome."

Qi Guangya frowned: "How could this be? I still want to win him openly. If he is really injured so badly, it would be meaningless to win."

"I'm afraid it's difficult."

Lin Yueruo smiled vaguely: "Don't say it's you, he came to participate in the sword test meeting today, but any opponent who is good at protracted warfare or illusions will be very troublesome. ...well, just wait and see."

Jing Feitong held Shu Lingjia's wrist all the time, and led him to his seat, then let go of his hand, and said with a smile, "Sit down quickly."

Shu Lingjia saw that he really had a separate seat, so he asked, "Aren't your subordinates here?"

Jing Feitong said: "No. The sword test conference has nothing to do with them, and it's not interesting to come here, so I didn't bring anyone with me."

Biluo Palace has always been mysterious and escaping from the world, and it is not considered righteous, so it seldom participates in such gatherings.

Jing Feitong was invited to observe because he was born in the mind sect and won the leader in the meeting, but he will not compete in the competition.

Presumably because of this, as the master of the Biluo Palace, it was not easy for him to sit with the ordinary disciples of the Xinzong, so he was arranged alone.

Shu Lingjia nodded, and stopped looking forward and backward, directly lifted his robe and sat down, picked up the jug and poured two glasses of wine, one of which was placed in front of Jing Feitong.

"Here."

This action reminded Jing Feitong of the little white fox again, and couldn't help smiling.

He didn't know when he was going to keep this secret, so he put his finger on the corner of his lower lip to hide his smile, and sat down beside Shu Lingjia.

Shu Lingjia never persuaded others to drink, he just drank his own cup with his head up, put the cup in his hand and played with it for a while, before saying: "I just made you laugh."

"Joke? Why?"

Jing Feitong also took a sip of wine, and deliberately said: "Could it be that you actually wanted to go back with Martial Uncle He, but you were embarrassed to compromise so quickly, and I interrupted you?"

Jing Feitong looked as humble as a jade, but he was actually quite vicious. Shu Lingjia raised his eyebrows, gave a "tsk", threw the cup on the table and said, "Nonsense, what do you think I am? Still playing That kind of play hard to get."

Jing Feitong said with a smile: "That's it. If that's the case, why would anyone laugh at you? I've heard some discussions, and everyone said that Jiang Rong's character is inferior, and the Qizong's way of doing things is too biased. He also said that Mr. Shu is not May you bend your waist, have the spirit of chivalry and courage, and many people are praising you."

Shu Lingjia scoffed: "They don't need to talk about this, it's the truth."

Jing Feitong lifted the jug and filled the wine glass for Shu Lingjia: "Yes, so most people can understand whose side the truth is on. After a while, when you win, I'm afraid some people will regret it even more. Yes. What kind of eyes do you say they have, with you here, they would actually favor Jiang Rong, it is really ignorant."

Speaking of this, Shu Lingjia's unhappiness was mostly gone just now, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "Master Jing, you are really good at talking."

Jing Feitong said: "It's okay, I'm telling the truth and I'm not joking."

Shu Lingjia blinked, put his elbow on his knee, and deliberately looked closely at Jing Feitong's expression, as if to check if he was lying.

Jing Feitong turned his face away, let Shu Lingjia look at him, and blinked like him.

He was so magnanimous that people couldn't ridicule him. Shu Lingjia sat up straight, looked away, and said with a smile: "I may not be able to win."

Jing Feitong said: "No one dares to say anything before the results come out, just do your best. But judging from my previous experience, among the monks in the field, I didn't expect anyone to be stronger than you. This one is stronger than you. It’s not just about spiritual power, sometimes perseverance, generosity and courage are enough.”

He put the flagon aside, smiled and said: "Your injury is not healed yet, two drinks are enough, rest your mind, and I will wait to see you show your supernatural powers later."

A group of subordinates of Bi Luo Palace stood in the distance, looking pitifully at Jing Feitong's direction, seeing him lead Shu Lingjia back and sit down.

When the two of them just talked, Shu Lingjia's expression was somewhat gloomy and sarcastic, and he didn't know what Jing Feitong said, but after a few words, both of them had smiles on their faces. It looks very harmonious.

This is in exchange for the price of saying that all the subordinates are gone with a word from their palace master!

A person quietly asked: "Then, are we really not going to pass?"

Another person said: "The palace master has said so, what should we do? Pretend you haven't been here before, let's protect it secretly."

In fact, several people didn't understand the conflict between their presence and Shu Lingjia sitting beside Jing Feitong, but they wisely hid themselves.

Nanze Mountain is towering and precipitous, but when it reaches its peak, it is extremely spacious and flat. Flowers and trees are planted all around, and the fragrance bursts out, and the petals and snow fall together.

There are five arenas on the open space in the middle, and various schools and casual cultivators sit around the arenas. All schools and factions are dressed in different colors of clothing, arranged neatly according to the area, and can be distinguished at a glance.

And at the top position, sat two old men with white beard and hair. One was wearing black clothes and was short and fat, while the other was all in white, thin and tall, forming a stark contrast.

These two old men are the hosts of this meeting, the two elders of Xihuang of Nanze Sword Sect, the old man in black is named Lian Chenghua, and the old man in white is named Gu Ying.

These two elders are currently the highest-ranking people in the entire cultivation world, and their fame and cultivation have been recognized by everyone, and their status is extremely respected.

With a wave of Lian Chenghua's hand, all the purple flower buds the size of wine cups on the surrounding trees flew up and scattered towards the monks' seats, no more, no less, and it happened that half of the people in the field got a flower .

This is to let them draw lots to choose their opponents. As for who is responsible for drawing and who is waiting to be selected, it is also completely random arrangement.

Shu Lingjia was also one of the half who received the bud. He watched the flower slowly bloom in his hands, and then revealed the white stamen inside, and a name appeared on it.

"Meiyin faction, Fang Ting."

When Shu Lingjia raised his eyes, he saw a tall and muscular man looking towards him on the seat diagonally opposite on the other side of the ring.

Even Jing Feitong frowned slightly.

If Lin Yue and Yin Guangya knew who Shu Lingjia's opponent was at this time, they would probably be surprised by their crow's mouth before, because this Fang Ting's exercise was exactly what Lin Yue just mentioned, and Shu Lingjia One of the nemesis of Ling Jia's weakness.

Although Fang Ting is a tall and thick guy, the Charming Music Sect he came from is mainly female cultivators.

The kung fu they practice combines charm and illusion. The sound of the sword is like a melody, and the body looks like a graceful dance. It is also very unique in the sword art.

Although Fang Ting's appearance is not related to gracefulness, but he can be accepted under the exception, and now he has achieved the position of deputy head at a young age, so his strength should not be underestimated.

His uniqueness lies in his natural meridian access and abundant spiritual energy.

After all, any charm and illusion must be based on a strong spiritual support before it can affect the spirit of others.

The orthodox foundation of Shu Lingjia's Xuanmen practiced for many years has been destroyed along with his meridians, and his Taoist heart is inevitably unstable. In addition, the speed of spiritual power exhaustion is faster than ordinary people. It can be said that Fang Ting is good at just All hit his shortcomings.

It was just a very unlucky thing to meet such a powerful opponent in the first competition, and if he lost, the sword test meeting would even come to an end.

Except for Shu Lingjia, the monks who confirmed their opponents were also happy and sad, with different expressions.

After choosing their opponents, the monks also drew the order of the competition by blind lottery.

This time, Shu Lingjia's luck was not bad. The match between him and Fang Ting was scheduled for the second half of the first round, which gave him a little buffer time.

Shu Lingjia thought for a while and stood up.

Jing Feitong sat still, pulled down his sleeve, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Shu Lingjia said: "I haven't competed with people from the Meiyin School before, so I'll go and ask if there are any people from their school in the five rings, and watch it."

The Meiyin Sect has always been low-key, and the sect is located in a remote place, so there are not many people who have fought with them. On the contrary, the famous sword moves of the Lingxiao Sect are basically unseen by few people in the cultivation world. Where Ling Jia does not have an advantage.

Jing Feitong said: "Don't go, I already asked when you went to draw the order of the competition, no. But there is one person who has seen Fang Ting's sword fight and vaguely remembers it, you have to make do with it Want to take a look?"

Shu Lingjia said, "Who?"

Jing Feitong smiled and pointed back at himself.

Later Shu Lingjia found out that when Jing Feitong said "I vaguely remember some", he was really being modest.

I don't know how many years ago it was a sword move that I accidentally observed, but Jing Feitong still remembered to hear it clearly. The two of them left their seats to find an empty space, and he imitated the sword move.

After Shu Lingjia stroked his chin and looked at it, he murmured, "Why do I feel that the fourth move and the penultimate move are chic and majestic, not like the moves of the Charming Music School?"

Jing Feitong was startled, slowed down and danced Fang Ting's moves again, and suddenly said: "Yes, this is not his move, but a small defect in his move at that time, which I gave to him easily. Completed. You have a good eye."

While talking, he recalled, gestured a few times, and recovered those two moves.

Shu Lingjia said: "This must have happened a long time ago? Your memory is really good."

Jing Feitong lowered his eyes, his expression faded, and said, "It's not that bad either."

He forgot a person who should not be forgotten, so that he was haunted by demons, how dare he say that he has a good memory.

But Shu Lingjia was thinking about the move just now, and said: "The fourth move is nothing more than that, if you can't make up the penultimate move, then you can directly use the move 'Remnant Star Hanging' to break him."

Fang Ting's second-to-last move is called "Diao Chan Worshiping the Moon Style", the sword tip is turned downwards, using the energy of the earth to stimulate the surrounding illusion, and attack at the same time, it is a very powerful move.

But the flaw lies in the fact that before this move is launched, the back of the heart will inevitably show its flaws for a moment. The Ling Xiao faction's "Remnant Star Hanging Fight" is specially created for attacking the enemy's rear.

Jing Feitong retracted his sword and nodded: "That's true, but you have to guarantee two things, one is that he will know how to do this move."

Shu Lingjia said: "His first and second moves from the bottom are already the most powerful deadly moves. As long as Fang Ting is pushed to the limit, he will definitely use it."

"Then that's the second thing."

Jing Feitong asked with a smile: "Can you force him out of this trick?"

His question is really a bit like a brother's homework test, but his tone is gentle and smiling, and there is no sense of preaching.

For some reason, Shu Lingjia didn't dislike this feeling, and even seemed vaguely familiar, as if such inquiries and discussions were very familiar and normal between the two.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you try?"

At the same time as the words came out, the sword was already out of its sheath, Shu Lingjia leaned forward, turned around with one move, and threw it at Jing Feitong's face.

Jing Feitong didn't move his feet, leaned his waist back, and after dodging the attack, he counterattacked with Fang Ting's sword technique, and started to learn from Shu Lingjia.

This time, the two of them were only for pure learning and familiarizing themselves with sword moves, and there was no spiritual power in the sword. Compared with the last time they fought in front of Zhou Qingqian, they were much more relaxed, and they had the energy to pay attention to more details.

Although Qizong and Xinzong have different minds, there is no difference in the general sword parry posture. However, when they were exchanging ideas like this, Jing Feitong found that Shu Lingjia's every move was a bit off. Not practiced enough so it is not standard.

But of course it is impossible for Shu Lingjia to make the sword non-standard. This is the most basic kung fu for them. They have practiced it hundreds of times if not a thousand times. The only explanation is that he did it on purpose.

He was a little strange at first, thinking to ask after the end, but after typing, Jing Feitong suddenly understood.

——Because several of Shu Lingjia's spiritual veins were damaged, without a foundation support, the sword could not be used properly, so the only way to make up for this defect was to adjust the orientation and posture.

There are many direct attacking moves, but when it comes to Shu Lingjia, he can only take a slanted front, avoid the face-to-face collision of spiritual power, and use cleverness to win.

But at the same time, this will cause his whole set of play to have more than enough defense and not enough offense, prolonging the battle.

But Jing Feitong knew that when Shu Lingjia was injured like that, he was almost useless, and it was not easy for him to pick up the sword again.

The moves and habits that have been cultivated from childhood to adulthood can no longer be used. To change and correct them, it will take ten times and a hundred times of effort.

What's more deadly is that those lost days were just when Jiang Rong had just entered the sect and was full of energy.

As Jing Feitong thought about it, the shadow of a wounded boy appeared in front of his eyes.

He stood there alone, holding the sword, practicing again and again, his face pale and panting.

For a person who regards the sword as his life, there is probably nothing more painful than losing the ability to lift the sword.

But at this time, the people who used to rely on trust have left his side.

Jing Feitong swept across with his sword, Shu Lingjia turned around to dodge, went around to his side and returned the sword, his clothes were like flowing clouds, lingering around Jing Feitong's side, and then floated away lightly.

This is very similar to the scene in the dream.

Jing Feitong was suddenly in a trance.

He has never been afraid to look directly into his heart, and he should have admitted long ago that the person in front of him has not been acquainted for too long, but his feelings for him seem to have been engraved in his heart, soul, heart, and bone marrow.

There is no attempt, just to think about him and see him happy.

How everything happened, he didn't know, but every detail of getting along with each other was so clear, he just felt that everything about this person was good, and everything made him feel distressed and appreciated.

As long as I face Shu Lingjia, my heart will turn into a pool of peach blossom water, and I can't help but feel gentle when I breathe.

Mud feet sink deep.

He used to hate being addicted, but now he doesn't want to struggle, preferring to wait for death.

Jing Feitong admits that he just likes Shu Lingjia, but he can't help wondering, can a person's feelings be divided into two?

He didn't know what kind of past he had with the "junior brother" in his dream, but it was clear that he had deep feelings and a close relationship.

And the same thoughts are in the heart, the same is unforgettable, and the same can easily affect all my emotions, but one is in the dream and the other is in front of the eyes.

——For so many years, his heart is still like water, the world of mortals is in his eyes, and everything is indifferent. Could it be that he meets someone casually and is tempted so easily?

Jing Feitong has never felt that he is such a person, his feelings have always been precious.

The unresolvable doubts in my heart, on the contrary, brought unreasonable sorrow and joy to my heart, a certain uncontrollable emotion was about to come out, my thoughts were surging, my memory was tied, and my heart was full of knots.

There was a crisp "pop", but it was Shu Lingjia who shook the air out of thin air with the edge of his sword, and said to Jing Feitong, "Hey, are you distracted?"

The bright sunlight poured down from the top of his head, outlining a warm halo around his body, and the slightly raised face was exquisite and flawless.With the movement of his sword, a few drops of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

The shadow of the sword is like a rainbow, and the posture is graceful.

in case……

Jing Feitong suddenly thought: If he wants to stab this sword into my chest, I will also want to open my chest and hug him.

These words turned in my heart, but it stopped between my lips and teeth.

He needs to solve all the troubles and find out all the truth, so that he can love someone without any worries, don't bring him any harm, and give him full of joy.

Only love one person.

Jing Feitong smiled suddenly, turned around to avoid the stabbing sword, held Shu Lingjia's wrist and said, "Are you tired? Take a rest."

His movements were a bit sudden, Shu Lingjia's sword missed his thrust, but the punch with his left hand didn't have time to stop, and hit his shoulder.

Jing Feitong laughed.

Shu Lingjia withdrew her fist, feeling a little panicked: "...What are you laughing at, doesn't it hurt?"

Jing Feitong moved his shoulders a bit, and said, "It's okay, I'll take the beating."

He patted Shu Lingjia on the shoulder and said, "Okay, let me tell you the truth, you just need to be familiar with the sword moves of the Meiyin School, but the most important thing is their sword sounds and illusions, which are also their sect. I think you still have to maintain your spiritual and physical strength to fight against the untold secret among them."

A little hesitation appeared on Shu Lingjia's face, he hesitated to speak.

Jing Feitong said: "What's the matter?"

Shu Lingjia stretched out a hand towards him and asked, "Can you shake my hand?"

His action easily reminded Jing Feitong of the little fox's appearance every time he put his furry paw into his palm.

He already knew that Shu Lingjia was a little fox, but he didn't understand what the other party's previous actions meant. At first, he guessed that it was an ordinary fox who wanted to transform into a spirit, so he came here to grab the aura, but now it is obviously not Didn't guess right.

Jing Feitong didn't ask, but slowly raised his hand, and took Shu Lingjia's hand, and then he pulled Shu Lingjia into his arms with all his strength, and hugged her tightly.