I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

There were still people to compete in the next round, and finally all the people around dispersed, and Shu Lingjia was able to escape from the noise and return to his seat.

Jing Feitong watched the excitement for a long time, just now he stood up, raised an arm to hug Shu Lingjia, the two shoulders bumped, Jing Feitong patted him on the back, and said: " Congratulations."

He quickly released Shu Lingjia and smiled at him: "That's great."

Shu Lingjia looked at Jing Feitong, until then, the faint joy in his heart, inspired by his fellow disciples, seemed to come to reality all of a sudden.

The other party's joy from the heart made Shu Lingjia think about it, and felt that it was really good.

He left the sect, but he didn't want to be bound by resentment, boredom and injustice. Shu Lingjia didn't want to let himself be wasted day after day, and become a depressed person in negative emotions.

But this does not mean that once he goes down the mountain, he will completely lose his feelings for the Lingxiao faction.

Happiness and warmth are not fake after experiencing it. The place where he grew up gave him shelter, so when he encountered a need, he was also very happy that he still had the ability to protect this place.

Moreover, the pain and scars of the past are slowly healing, from the pain of discovering that one's foundation has been destroyed, to the confusion when picking up the sword again, to finally breaking out a path of one's own...

For the rest of your life, you can still be a hero if you pick up the sword.

After defeating Lin Yue, the 5% of the protagonist's halo rewards were immediately returned. This time Shu Lingjia could really feel that her condition had improved.

He also smiled and punched Jing Feitong on the shoulder, and said, "Don't you like to be clean? Don't you dislike my gray body?"

Jing Feitong was startled, then laughed, poured a glass of water for Shu Lingjia and handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Isn't that right, when we first met, I was the one who had no eyesight, yet dared to put on airs for Mr. Shu. It shouldn't be."

He recalled the scene when the two met at that time, but at this time his state of mind was completely different, and he also felt sentimental in his heart, sighed in his heart, and said with a smile: "It will never be like this in the future, and I will invite Mr. Shu Don't remember the villain, forgive me this time."

Shu Lingjia couldn't help laughing, took the cup, and said with a straight face on purpose: "Forget it, you said it, don't do it again next time."

In fact, Jing Feitong didn't know that he was that little fox. Not only did he put on airs, he even put on airs twice.

Shu Lingjia suddenly wanted to see Jing Feitong's expression when he knew he was a fox.

He used a cleansing spell, and his body was clean again. He drank some water and sat down to rest for a while, feeling as if a gaze fell on him.

Shu Lingjia looked up, and saw Jiang Rong walking towards him, and smiled at him.

"Senior brother Shu, I have also entered the third competition."

He said in a gentle manner: "There is one more game. If we can win by luck in the end, then there will be a battle between you and me. I am looking forward to it."

After he finished speaking, he saluted Shu Lingjia and left the competition venue.

Shu Lingjia raised her eyebrows.

That's right, there must be a battle between him and Jiang Rong, and looking at these few battles, it is obvious that Jiang Rong has advanced rapidly, and he has even hidden some strength.

He is even more attractive than Lin Yue, because Lin Yue's ruthlessness is on the surface, and his kung fu is also a little bit of his own, but he just took the wrong path, but Jiang Rong's insidiousness and hole cards are all different. is unknown.

Up to now, Shu Lingjia has not figured out why his luck ran to the opponent, but soon it will be the first fair and formal confrontation between him and Jiang Rong. Perhaps, after this battle, Everything can be seen.

Therefore, he is also looking forward to it.

When Shu Lingjia and Jiang Rong were talking, Jing Feitong was listening by the side, looked at Jiang Rong with a half-smile, and waited until the other party left, he said: "I think that junior brother of yours is very strange."

Shu Lingjia's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"There is no specific aspect, but this person is very contradictory."

Jing Feitong said: "Looking at him, he is shrewd and stupid, cowardly and proud, without aura but with great talent, but he has a treasure in his chest and doesn't seem to know how to use it, just like a farmer stealing a seal, but it is difficult to be elegant."

Shu Lingjia was speechless for a while, thinking that Jing Feitong deserved to have been in a high position for many years, and it is said that he was appointed as the master of Biluo Palace since he was a child. This person has a delicate mind and a vicious vision. I haven't seen anyone who can compare with the other party in this respect.

"But..." Jing Feitong changed the subject, "He has made rapid progress in every battle in the past few days. Whether he used magic or received advice from an expert, he should not be underestimated. I'm not worried about you. Strength, but you must be careful about this."

Shu Lingjia smiled and said, "I know, it's all right."

He hooked his finger at Jing Feitong, approached him, and said in a low voice: "I might as well tell you, if Lin Yue's weakness lies in the dusty heart of the sword, then Jiang Rong's greatest weakness is—fear of death, no matter what At that time, his first thought was to protect himself, which was actually fatal."

Shu Lingjia was a little shorter than Jing Feitong, and the two sat side by side like this, he whispered in Jing Feitong's ear, breathing lightly against Jing Feitong's ear.

Jing Feitong lowered his gaze, and all he could see was the position below the tip of his nose.

Shu Lingjia's facial features are not only exquisite, but also the lines of his face are extremely superior, as if carefully drawn with fine brushwork, making people look at it as if they were bewitched, and they can't help but look at it repeatedly.

His lips are a little thin, and the color of Danzhu doesn't need to be applied. It looks very gorgeous against the fair skin, and the corners of the lips on both sides are naturally slightly raised. It's okay if he looks expressionless on the inside. Naturally brought a little smile.The small chin is also flawless, and the skin is moist and translucent, which is simply beautiful.

As Shu Lingjia said, he picked up the cup next to him and took a sip of water, moistened his lips and sipped it.

Jing Feitong hardly heard what he was saying, but felt that he couldn't look away.

For some reason, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, vaguely as if it was such a summer day, he and another person were sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, resting and eating cherries.

There is only one plate in the middle of the table, and the two of them are sitting on the rocking chairs on one side, chatting, and you reach out for one by one.

Seeing that there was only one left, he couldn't help smiling, and deliberately slowed down the movement of reaching out, and the boy at the other end successfully picked up the last one and threw it into his mouth.

He bit the cherry, turned his head a little proudly, and smiled at himself, the pink juice stained the red lips and teeth, as if it also had a soft fragrance.

Jing Feitong also smiled and stood up, walked in front of him, leaned over and wiped the juice from the corner of his lips with his thumb, then bowed his head and kissed him.

The sweet breath fills between the lips and teeth, which is intoxicating.

Shu Lingjia drank the water, put the teacup aside, and said, "I also want to save face. In short, I can lose to anyone, but I can't lose to him."

Seeing that Jing Feitong was silent, he touched his arm: "Really?"

The cup in Jing Feitong's hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and he woke up like a dream, and said, "Ah, what you said is right."

Shu Lingjia: "...what's the matter with you?"

Jing Feitong was panicked and sweet in his heart, but at the same time felt lost.

He has lived for such a long time, and he has seen all kinds of romantic affairs in the world, but they just don't touch him, and they don't attract the slightest interest. Such moments of confusion are rare, like a young boy who has just learned about love, Joy, panic, love and bewilderment.

Jing Feitong stood up hastily, and said, "No, I just suddenly remembered that I have something to do. Please sit down for a while, and I'll be back in a while."

Shu Lingjia said "Oh", thinking that this matter is urgent, so she said: "Then you go quickly."

Jing Feitong nodded, turned and left.

He walked quickly, the mountain wind and snow blowing against his face, the enthusiasm on his face gradually faded, but the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

Why did Shu Lingjia feel so similar to the boy in his dream?

After all, for all the intimacy before this, he can still guess whether the friendship between himself and that young man is due to the deep friendship between teachers and brothers, or whether there is any regret, which makes him so obsessed and becomes a demon in the end.

But after this kiss, their relationship was self-evident.

In this life...will I still fall in love with another person so deeply and so painfully?

If there really was a relationship between the two of them, would it be before they joined the two sects of the Lingxiao Sect?

But according to Shu Lingjia's age, it doesn't match up, and Jing Feitong doesn't have the slightest impression. What is the truth of all this?

Jiang Rong left the sword fighting field, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He managed to repair the beads with great difficulty, and relying on this string of beads, he once again won a competition, but Shu Lingjia actually won Lin Yue again!

Jiang Rong secretly hated.

Shu Lingjia's injury, I'm afraid no one is more aware of Shu Lingjia's injury than Jiang Rong except himself.

It stands to reason that his spiritual power can't be gathered at all, no matter how outstanding his swordsmanship and talent are, it is absolutely impossible to beat Lin Yue.

But Shu Lingjia didn't know where he found a way to heal his wounds, and he was able to exert his spiritual power to that extent.

Seeing him getting better day by day, Jiang Rong felt indescribably anxious.

During the match just now, he even wanted to make a plot, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fight between the two was too fierce, and Jiang Rong didn't find a chance to make a move.

He found an open space, saw no one around, quickly opened his sleeves and looked at the string of beads, and was horrified to find that the crack he had just repaired a few days ago appeared again.

And this time, it turned out to be two!

Thinking of the consequences of spending luck to repair the beads last time, Jiang Rong hesitated for a moment when faced with the two beads that needed to be repaired at the same time, and shouted: "Senior? Senior?"

But this time, he waited for a long time, but no one answered him, and the person inside the bead seemed to disappear again.

Jiang Rong was taken aback, and didn't dare to worry too much, so he quickly dripped blood on the two beads to repair the crack.

He couldn't do anything about it. Normally, it would be okay to delay for a few days, but right now it's the sword test meeting, and there will be a big battle in the future, so it can't be done without the help of beads.

Jiang Rong repaired the crack and shouted again: "Senior?"

But to his dismay, there was no answer this time either.

Jiang Rong's heart went cold all of a sudden, and at that moment, he even felt a little dark in front of his eyes, his body swayed, and he quickly reached out to support the big tree next to him.

The tree trunk was shaken by his support, and a thick branch facing Jiang Rong's head broke immediately and fell down on him.

Jiang Rong hurriedly avoided it, and the wild cat that had just woken up came out of the tree hole, gave Jiang Rong a disgusted look, and ran away.

Jiang Rong: "..."

This is the price of consuming luck!If you don't have luck, you will be unlucky!

But the point is, his luck has also been given, and the cracks on the beads are gone. Why did the senior still ignore him? Is it going to disappear for a few years like before?What about his next test? !

Jiang Rong was flustered, at this moment, a voice beside him asked with concern: "Young Master Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Rong turned around and found that it was Ming Xiao again.

This person doesn't know what's going on, he seems to be elusive, and he doesn't seem to be with the fox clan over Qingqiu, but he always runs into him.

Jiang Rong was a little vigilant, took two steps back, and said, "It's okay. Young Master Ming, you have an honorable status, why are you always walking around alone? You don't bring a few followers, it's not safe."

Ming Xiao smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Jiang, I didn't come with Qingqiu this time, and I don't like swords either. My fiancée is from the Xinzong sect. I am honored to come to observe this time. I am The one who came with her, when bored, can only go around casually. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Jiang again."

He said, looking at Jiang Rong's expression, and said: "But I see that you are full of blackness, it seems that bad luck has added to your body, how did this happen? If you don't get rid of this bad luck sooner, I'm afraid you will It's going to be a bad day."

Jiang Rong was very wary of Ming Xiao at first and didn't want to talk to him, but the other party's words made him stop and asked, "Does Young Master Ming know how to get rid of bad luck?"

Ming Xiao said: "This is not a difficult task. Except for those who are born with great luck, people's luck is always changing with your actions."

He seemed to give an example in passing: "Look, for example, if Mr. Shu defeated Lin Yue today and won glory for Ling Xiao's two sects, then his luck will definitely improve. In the same way, if Lin Yue loses in In Mr. Jiang's hands, then even if Mr. Jiang has great bad luck, it should be offset."

When Jiang Rong heard this, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but raised his eyes to look at Mingxiao.

He said: "But Lin Yue has already been defeated by Senior Brother Shu."

Ming Xiao smiled and said: "Ah, I know, I'm just using this as an example. In short, although I don't know where your bad luck came from Mr. Jiang, it's not easy to wait for it to dissipate by itself, so I'd better take the initiative to do something." What's good."

Jiang Rong said thoughtfully, "I see, thank you, Young Master Ming, for your suggestion."

Ming Xiao smiled and said slowly: "Didn't you help me before? You're welcome."

After Ming Xiao spoke, he left, and on the other side, Jing Feitong who had just left the field happened to pass by here.

It's really no wonder that everyone came to this road one by one, because this place is the only way to leave the sword test venue, and the surrounding is clean, it is most suitable for those who are not at peace to walk alone.

Jing Feitong was originally disturbed by this burst of dreams and hallucinations, his demons stirred up and down, and he suppressed him again, with various thoughts in his mind, repeatedly thinking whether Shu Lingjia was the person he was looking for, He doesn't care about things around him.

It wasn't until he strolled along a small path that he heard a loud noise from the nearby woods that he was slightly distracted.

A scolding came from the forest: "Whoever posted the mountain-opening talisman here and didn't need to discard it, stayed here to cheat people, is it crazy?!"

The Mountain Opening Talisman is a kind of talisman specially used to crack mountains and rocks. The price is not too expensive, and it is also widely used in the cultivation world.

According to the meaning of this person in the forest, it is unknown who had pasted the mountain-opening talisman in that forest before, but he accidentally detonated it, and was miserably hit.

Jing Feitong has a good memory, and hearing the voice of this scolding person, it seems to be Jiang Rong who just talked to Shu Lingjia not long ago.

With a flash of his figure, the person has shifted in an instant, and appeared behind a big tree in the forest, looking in the direction of Jiang Rong's voice.

There were fallen trees, messy rocks, and a big hole on the ground that was blown out by a mountain-opening talisman. Jiang Rong was crawling out of the hole cursingly, his distraught appearance was quite different from his usual performance.

Jing Feitong watched helplessly as he came out of the deep pit, took two steps forward, and a big crumbling tree in front of him fell in the direction of Jiang Rong.

Jiang Rong quickly dodged, the big tree fell to the ground, but a boulder on the nearby mountain rolled down and knocked Jiang Rong out.

Jing Feitong: "..."

He somewhat understood why Jiang Rong was so irritable.

Watching Jiang Rong walk out of the forest, the distance was only a few hundred steps, and the result was another explosion, another gravel, and a fallen tree. He could fall twice on the flat ground before rolling.

Although he deserved it, even he, a bystander, really felt that the road was tortuous and bumpy, and every step was shocking, and it was really not easy to be alive.

But how could Jiang Rong be so unlucky?Obviously when he talked to Shu Lingjia just now, everything seemed normal.

Sudden increase in strength, and sudden bad luck...

Jing Feitong thought for a while, followed Jiang Rong all the way, and saw him go to a valley on the north side of Nanze Mountain.

That valley is called Liubo Valley, the terrain is concave and narrow, both sides are blocked by stone walls, and it is not ventilated. The spiritual energy accumulated over the years of Nanze Mountain is gathered in it. Being in it, it is like water waves flowing on the side. , hence the name.

Now that the sword-testing conference is being held, many people are injured every day, so Nanze Mountain has specially built a quiet room here for healing, and all disciples of the sword-testing conference can come here.

After Jing Feitong saw Jiang Rong go in, he said hello to the disciple in charge of guarding, then found a naturally formed boulder, and sat cross-legged.

He waited for a while, but did not find any other actions from the other party.

Jing Feitong had a question in his mind, and secretly wrote down the matter, then quietly withdrew and turned back.

When he returned to the venue of the sword test meeting again, he found that the day's competition was over, the setting sun was like blood, slowly sinking, and the evening wind blew over the empty seats around.

On the beaten-up arena, several people were cleaning up the debris and broken swords, and re-reinforced the railings.

The rays of the setting sun coated everyone's outlines with a layer of orange-red. At this moment when day and night alternate and people and ghosts are difficult to distinguish, everything suddenly looks vicissitudes and small.

Jing Feitong didn't go over, but stood still behind the rocks on the edge of the field. Two palace guards appeared from nowhere, and saluted him: "My lord."

Jing Feitong said: "Get up, you've been lingering on Nanze Mountain for many days, did you find anything?"

"Yes."

One of the palace guards said in a low voice: "The subordinates successfully sneaked into the ninth floor of the Book Collection Pavilion in Nanze Mountain last night, and found a piece of sheepskin in it about the secret record of this place. This is the copied content. Please The Lord has a look."

Jing Feitong took it over and swept it hastily, with a thoughtful look on his face.

This Nanze Mountain is really a magical place.

Not only is there a lot of spiritual power here, the climate is special, there are a few great powers who have ascended, but Zong Wuxin was finally sent to the place where he was imprisoned after he was sealed by people working together near Qingqiu.

And its specific location is in the underground prison of the secret cave on the top of the mountain.

Jing Feitong had received an invitation from the Sword Trial Conference three months ago, asking him to come and study the sword intent of all the disciples. This was originally a courtesy invitation because of the face of Biluo Palace. , can be ignored.

The reason why Jing Feitong agreed was precisely to explore the secrets in this secret cave.

——Because his inner demons were born after he won the leader of the sword test last time and entered the secret cave to accept the inheritance.

There are more and more doubtful things now, it seems that this time, no matter what you say, you have to find a way to go in again.

Jing Feitong slowly rolled up the sheepskin in his hand, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the gradually sinking sunset in the distance, and his heart was full of delusions.

In his vague and fuzzy memory, there are sandalwood incense, the sound of books, pavilions and courtyards, ponds with flowers, cherries and cold sake under the shade of trees in summer, and chestnuts buried in the crackling stove in winter.

There is a sandalwood table in the yard, the rattling sound of wooden fish and the scriptures make him drowsy, but he straightens his waist every time, because he knows in his heart that there is a person who doesn't like to read scriptures but only likes to practice swords The kid sits in the back seat every day, relying on his own cover to concentrate on deserting.

It seems that there should be such a period of time without sorrow, even just a few fragments of memory, when I look back, I am full of joy and beauty.

But now, he stands here alone, the world is small, and things are different.

Sometimes, he is even afraid to reveal the truth of the past. If there is no tragedy after the good, how could it be the current situation.

Jing Feitong was silent for a while, and then said: "In a few days, I want to go in and have a look."

His subordinate said: "How can the lord be in danger with a body of a thousand pieces of gold? Biluo Palace still needs you to preside over the overall situation..."

Speaking of this moment, Jing Feitong suddenly raised his eyes.

The subordinate immediately realized that he had slipped his tongue, broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and quickly knelt down and said, "My lord, forgive me, this subordinate is usurping!"

Jing Feitong didn't pursue it, and said lightly: "Remember clearly, I am only one of the ten masters of Biluo Palace, if I continue to speak nonsense, I will be severely punished."

Along with that subordinate, the others quickly saluted and said yes, Jing Feitong turned and left without saying anything else.