I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

Jing Feitong lowered his eyelashes slightly to cover his eyes, picked up the flagon again, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank slowly.

The cold wine flowed down the throat, soaked into the lungs, and quenched the irritability in his chest.

Jing Feitong calmed down, and said: "Let's put it this way, what your qi sect values ​​is technology, and you have the utmost control over sword qi and moves, but the mind sect pays attention to letting go of your heart and emotion. The sword should be more Take it to the extreme, if one day you can face your emotions directly, the whole set of sword techniques will be perfect."

Shu Lingjia said: "I'm afraid that sometimes I don't understand what I'm thinking. If I can really face everything, can I still control it?"

Jing Feitong smiled: "It's hard to say, at least I can't do it, so it's really extreme, and it was criticized by many people back then."

Shu Lingjia tilted his head to look at him and said, "If you're so honest, I wonder if you drank too much."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the cup in front of Jing Feitong and said, "Come, pour the wine!"

Jing Feitong obeyed, picked up the jug and poured him the bottom of the glass, and poured the rest back into his own glass.

He held up his hands, pressed his wrists and clinked glasses with Shu Lingjia, with an elegant and natural posture: "Tomorrow, when we celebrate the victory of the sword competition, I will have a good drink with you. It's getting late today, after doing this, go to rest. "

Shu Lingjia smiled, and said, "Okay, then I'll brew it up and go to sleep with my hatred for Jiang Rong."

Jing Feitong smiled without saying a word.

Shu Lingjia looked at the back of him putting down his wine glass and leaving. His figure was slender and straight, his long-sleeved gown swayed slightly in the wind, and a huge black curtain spread out in the dark night. Jing Feitong gradually walked into the fine snowflakes in the sky, This scene suddenly seemed like a dream.

Images flashed in Shu Lingjia's mind for a moment. He remembered that night in Duan's mansion, standing under the stars and shaking his fan; eyes; a few nights ago, the young man who hurried towards him and covered the wind and snow...

The tenderness in his eyes, the smile on his lips.

It seems to be Jing Feitong, but it also seems to be very strange. Various images are mixed and overlapped, and there seem to be some strange scenes that have never been seen before, but it is hard to see clearly.

Shu Lingjia shook the empty wine glass and said in a low voice, "Am I drunk?"

He tossed the cup away, propped his forehead and sat quietly for a while, and then, transformed into a little white fox, appeared on the stone bench where he was.

The little fox spun around twice in a daze before jumping off the stone bench and rubbing his face against the flowers next to him. The frosty dew on the flowers was icy cold, which made him feel very drunk. Go down soon.

Shu Lingjia shook the wet hair on his body, and ran to find Jing Feitong.

After all, no matter how much rest you have, it won't help if you catch up with the big villain.

Shu Lingjia came too fast, and Jing Feitong had just returned to his room. He was leaning on the bed and flipping through a book of swordsmanship when the window next to him slammed open, almost hitting his face.

Jing Feitong didn't even blink his eyes, he lifted the book calmly, blocked it in front of his face, and stretched out his other hand skillfully to catch it, the little fox jumped from the window sill into his palm, shaking wagging tail.

Jing Feitong didn't expect that Shu Lingjia would come over so soon after meeting, and he was a little surprised, and said with a smile, "Hey, why are you here again?"

Shu Lingjia stood in Jing Feitong's palm, looking up at him.

The subtle affection tonight always made him feel that Jing Feitong had a very familiar feeling. Shu Lingjia wanted to take a closer look, but it was not easy to do so right now.

He squatted down, pondered for a moment in Jing Feitong's hand, turned around and jumped onto the bed, stretched out his claws to make a small nest beside Jing Feitong's pillow, lay down on it, turned his back to Jing Feitong and did not move. up.

Jing Feitong poked Shu Lingjia's back, and Shu Lingjia lifted her body again, biting the corner of the quilt to cover herself a little, and closed her eyes.

He used body language to express, I don't want to do anything, just come and sleep for a while, don't bother me.

Lying on someone else's bed so naturally and domineeringly, there is only such a fox in the world.

Jing Feitong looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled suddenly, and said: "All right, let's go to sleep, I just happen to be tired too."

He stroked Shun Shulingjia's hair, put down the book in his hand, flicked his fingers to the side, and turned off the glazed lamp by the bed, and lay down on the outside of the bed himself, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

Seeing that Jing Feitong stopped reading, Shu Lingjia turned over and lay down on the bed, quietly looking at Jing Feitong's face in the moonlight.

After scrutinizing it carefully for a while, he pressed his paw on Jing Feitong's brow.

Jing Feitong always followed him, and he didn't resist at this time, letting Shu Lingjia's small paws slide across the bridge of his nose, rubbed his lower lip, and traced the outline of his chin.

His appearance is extremely handsome, a combination of heroism and delicacy, Shu Lingjia is used to seeing it, but now when he touches it with his hands, the feeling is more intuitive than the visual feeling.

It's as if I've touched it many times before, and...it's going to go all the way down.

Relying on being a fox, he did whatever he wanted and obeyed his will. The fluff brushed against Jing Feitong's slender neck, and his paws landed on his neckline, pulling at Jing Feitong's clothes.

Jing Feitong: "..."

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and grabbed Shu Lingjia's paw, and turned to look at him.

Shu Lingjia looked back innocently.

He's just a fox, and Jing Feitong is a big man, so it's not a big deal if he pushes him a little bit.

He always felt that he just knew that there was a mark under Jing Feitong's collar, and he was only one step away from verifying it. After touching so much on it, he couldn't fall short.

Jing Feitong took Shu Lingjia's paws off his collar, pressed them on the bed, put the corner of the quilt on him, looked at Shu Lingjia and said, "Don't make trouble. What are you doing?"

Shu Lingjia squatted next to Jing Feitong's shoulder, sweeping her tail under the quilt, just staring at him.

Jing Feitong let go of his hand, and he immediately threw the quilt off his body, raised his claws, and pressed them on the opponent's collar.

It's impossible to take off all his clothes, just take a look!He didn't believe that Jing Feitong had never been shirtless since childhood.

Jing Feitong took Shu Lingjia's claws off, and as soon as he let go, Shu Lingjia would grab them, and after pulling back and forth a few times, Jing Feitong finally laughed.

He leaned back, lay back on the bed, and said, "Okay, it's up to you."

Satisfied, Shu Lingjia patted Jing Feitong on the shoulder, tugged on his collar, and took a look inside.

He saw that there was indeed a bird-like imprint on Jing Feitong's collarbone, the color was not very dark, it should be a birthmark, but it was only visible because of his fair skin.

——His feeling is correct, there should be no such coincidence in the world.

Shu Lingjia's heart skipped a beat.

He really couldn't remember what happened before he went up the mountain with He Zizhuo. He only had some vague impressions of his parents, but Shu Lingjia didn't pay much attention to it. He thought it was because he hadn't transformed at that time, and it was normal for him to have unclear memories. .

But now it seems that this is not the case.

He remembered what he had heard before, that behind the waterfall in the secret cave on the top of Nanze Mountain, there was a piece of jade that was as smooth as a mirror. Standing in front of the jade, if one had a destiny, one could see one's past and present lives.

He doesn't know if he is a destined person, but there are too many answers waiting to be revealed, and this trip is really inevitable.

Shu Lingjia turned back Jing Feitong's collar, stomped on it a few times, and smoothed out the wrinkles on it. He didn't want to continue pretending to sleep here, so he flicked his tail and jumped out of the window.

Jing Feitong sat up, watched the little white shadow disappear into the night, and touched his collarbone with his hand back, thoughtfully.

On the second day, the last session of the Sword Trial Conference, the sun was bright, the sky was clear, and the atmosphere was unusually quiet.

In the past, before the start of the game, when the opponents got on the stage, they had to have their relatives and friends shout for encouragement, but in this last game, it seemed that Jiang Rong and Shu Lingjia would be the top names. There was no sound at all, and the atmosphere was a bit chilling.

For the disciples of the Lingxiao faction, according to their position, they should be on the side with Jiang Rong, but according to their emotions, they don't want Shu Lingjia to lose, so they all fell silent, and it was even more difficult for the others to yell.

Jiang Rong looked at Shu Lingjia who was standing still opposite him, and couldn't help putting his hands on his waist.

Only by clenching the hilt of the sword can he feel a little bit of peace of mind, and at the same time, his heart is cold.

This seemed to be the first time he dared to look directly at Shu Lingjia like this.

In fact, Jiang Rong has always been afraid of him, not because he felt guilty because he took away Shu Lingjia's things, but whenever he stood with Shu Lingjia, he felt a feeling of being beaten back to his original shape.

He has also experienced pain and struggle. Everyone in this world is fighting, and it is never a mistake to want to live a good life.Anything can be obtained by those who are capable, and the same is true for fate. If you can't keep it, you can only say that he is useless.

It's just that the existence of Shu Lingjia keeps reminding Jiang Rong that none of this belongs to him in the first place. Even if he gets applause, kindness and appreciation, the glory never belongs to the real Jiang Rong under that layer of painting.

It is the last chance to be qualified to stand here face to face with the opponent.

This time, he has to win, to show these people who is the ultimate winner, who really belongs to those things!

Compared with Jiang Rong's nervousness and nervousness, Shu Lingjia's posture was a little more relaxed. He looked at the other party indifferently, and then had to admit that Jing Feitong was right, he really hated Jiang Rong very, very much.

The thief who messed up his life.

The deacon disciple who was in charge of announcing the start of the competition paused for a while, because generally speaking, both sides of the competition would have a few words to talk to each other after entering the arena. If they were polite, they would first make friends and apologize, and if they wanted to test or hit their opponents, they would say a few words. False and cruel words.

But he found that Jiang Rong and Shu Lingjia were staring at each other with watery faces and dark eyes, but neither of them wanted to speak.

So he struck the gong that signaled the beginning of war.

To everyone's surprise, it was Jiang Rong who attacked first.

He used Ling Xiao's "Jingjing Chasing Fly", jumped up, bullied himself forward, and slashed towards Shu Lingjia's right side.

This move was well-regulated, and it was a little timid and a trial move. Shu Lingjia didn't draw his sword, and avoided it with a turn of his waist.

There was a booing from the crowd.

I have to say, compared to the level of Shu Jiang and the other two, this beginning was really dull and somewhat disappointing.

Even Jiang Rong felt that according to what he did, and according to Shu Lingjia's temper, it is the basic style to strike with a sword when he comes up. Taking two steps back, he stared intently at the other party.

He didn't dare to get close to the second sword, "Three folds of Yangguan", the shadow of the sword is divided into three layers, separated by a distance of more than ten feet, towards the opponent.

Shu Lingjia clasped his hands behind his back, tapped his toes, turned around, and took advantage of the momentum to float obliquely out of the gap between several layers of sword energy.

His set of footwork is called "Luoyunshu", once he uses it, his whole body is like flowing clouds and flying catkins, floating leaves and floating flowers, his figure is unrestrained and unrestrained, and his figure is swaying from the flashing sword light out.

This time, many people's eyes lit up and they applauded repeatedly, but at the same time, some people became impatient and shouted and urged: "Fight back! Why don't you draw your sword!"

When Jiang Rongyao attacked, he had already thought of the next move. At this time, he didn't care whether Shu Lingjia would return the sword or dodge, so he stepped into the air, and the sword's edge seemed to split the sea and break the waves, and slashed towards Shu Lingjia's chest.

The range of this sword is huge, the second move just now has sealed all three directions behind Shu Lingjia, the sword energy has not yet dissipated, and at this time Jiang Rong's head-on move has enveloped Shu Lingjia's front again of the entire area.

This is the outflanking trend he designed.

Seeing that Shu Lingjia hadn't drawn his sword yet, it was inevitable!

In the blink of an eye, Shu Lingjia stepped back sideways, flexed his fingers, and just hit the top three inches of Jiang Rong's saber.

This position is exactly the connection point where Jiang Rong's sword qi has exhausted its old power and its new power has not yet been generated.

Shu Lingjia's judgment is extremely accurate, but it is also extremely dangerous. His move is self-inflicted by the enemy's attack. If he misses by a tiny bit, he will be surrounded by the sword energy from all around him.

Following Shu Lingjia's pointing, the vigor around him immediately scattered away like the ebbing sea water, but his tiger's mouth had also been shattered, and blood trickled down his wrist.

Shu Lingjia and Jiang Rong jumped back at the same time, stood at the two ends of the platform, and stared at each other.

A trace of Shu Lingjia's blood dripped on the ground. He looked down, didn't care, hit the acupuncture point casually to stop it, and then grabbed the scabbard with his hand.

Shu Lingjia raised his voice and said: "Jiang Rong! We are fighting today. I am from Ling Xiao. You represent Ling Xiao. To show respect, I will let you do three tricks. From now on, I will no longer show mercy in this battle, regardless of life or death. "

After he finished speaking, he pressed his thumb, and the blue long sword popped out of the scabbard, shining brightly and full of murderous aura.

After hearing this, everyone knew why he hadn't drawn the sword for so long, Jiang Rong couldn't help feeling sorry for it, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.

He also thought that Shu Lingjia must have some kind of conspiracy, so he played cautiously. If he knew that the opponent was really giving way, he just blindly attacked, and he could easily take the lead. In that case, the chance of winning would be at least half.

But who would have thought that he would make such a move at this juncture, Jiang Rong had no choice but to miss the opportunity for a while.

He collected himself and said: "Senior brother is right, life or death is irrelevant, then I have no scruples."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of sword whistling started, and only a long cry of "Zheng——" was heard, and the long swords of the two people who were still more than ten feet apart just now had clashed. .

A dazzling white light burst out from between them, it was obvious that Shu Lingjia's sword was three points faster, while Jiang Rong's strength was heavier, and when they confronted, they seemed to be evenly matched.

Both of them are known as geniuses, and they are also students of the same discipline. Although Jiang Rong's time in the beginning is very short, Shu Lingjia is also injured.

Their previous achievements have been seen by all, and no one can judge which one has a greater chance of winning this time. I am afraid that today's battle is already a situation where there is no end to death.

Shu Lingjia held the sword in one hand, and drew the sword in the other hand, using the same swordsmanship he used when he confronted Lin Yue last time. Smart, delicate and quick, there are more shadows in the clear moves, but they are more beneficial.

However, since the last match against the Meiyin faction, Jiang Rong has reversed his previous sword style, and this time he is using another set of sword technique of the Lingxiao faction, the Burning Heaven Jue, which is fierce and powerful. Close, move forward.

For a while, but heard the sound of swords like rain, golden light overflowing everywhere, between the two people's figures, the robes rustled and the shadows of sleeves fluttered, it was already difficult to see the specific moves, just looking at this, it should be evenly matched , it was hard to tell the outcome.

The strong wind overflowed to the surroundings, and the spectators who were closer to the ring had to use their spiritual power to protect themselves, so that they could sit still.

Nearly an hour had passed in a blink of an eye, and the two still hadn't decided the winner. The people in the audience were already a little impatient, and a Xinzong disciple asked Zhou Qingqian in a low voice: "Master, look at this Who has a better chance of winning next time?"

Zhou Qingqian watched the battle situation with his eyes. Hearing this, he hummed, and asked without turning his head: "How much money did you bet in the gambling house at the foot of the mountain? I'm afraid that the teacher will be asked about the loss."

The disciple said: "Oh, I'm worried about Senior Brother Shu. Master, you will give me two taels of silver a month, should I bet on my trousers?"

Zhou Qingqian said: "Ancestor, don't you expect the Qizong to win, and don't be so loud, do you want to fight among yourself?"

He paused, but said: "The two of them are indeed superb swordsmanship, and they should become great weapons in time. Now, it seems that they are evenly matched, but after Jiang Rong has been fighting for so long, the spiritual power on the sword has not been consumed, but has become stronger. It's getting thicker and thicker. Ling Jia's sword is a little slower than before, if this trend continues, I'm afraid... your wish will not come true."

What he said was telling the truth. Except for Zhou Qingqian, a master with vicious eyes, most people would not be able to see such a subtle change in the strength of the two sides. However, Jiang Rong's offensive is fierce and full of spiritual power. Very unfavorable.

Jing Feitong on the other end has also seen the clues. His focus is not on Jiang Rong's deep spiritual power, but on the fact that Jiang Rong's strength was obviously not so strong at the beginning of the battle.

If he could have such a strong sword intent from the beginning, when Shu Lingjia didn't use his sword at the beginning of the battle, Jiang Rongda could directly attack with extreme moves, and there was no need to try.

Shu Lingjia exhausted his physical strength after a long battle, so his sword movement was a bit slow, which seemed to be a normal phenomenon that would happen to everyone, but Jiang Rong's spiritual power seemed to get stronger every few moves.

Just like his performance in the sword test meeting these days, his progress is rapid.

Why is this?

Jing Feitong's first thought was that He Zizhuo might have passed some strange magic to Jiang Rong. He looked at Qizong with cold eyes, but saw that there seemed to be a small commotion, some people stood up, some people ran away in a hurry open.

Jing Feitong tilted his head slightly, and said, "Come here."

His subordinates leaned forward, and he whispered, "Go and see what happened to the Airbender."

Everyone is here, and it is easy to inquire if there is any movement. After a while, Jing Feitong's attendants came to report, saying that Elder Jiang suddenly felt unwell and almost fainted, but nothing serious. He continued to watch the battle after taking a pill up.

Jing Feitong said: "Do you know why he is unwell? Was he injured?"

"Reporting to the lord, there seems to be no specific reason, but I heard that Elder Jiang has been unwell for the past few days. Yesterday morning, Jiang Rong went to Xinzong personally to ask for a bottle of Qingxin Pill for him to take."

Jing Feitong narrowed his eyes slowly, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, doubts arose in his heart.

He said: "You bring a few more people to investigate for me in detail what Jiang Wei has done, what he ate, and who he met in the past few days, and then report back quickly, without any omissions."

"Yes!"

Jing Feitong had just finished giving his orders when he heard a loud "hula" on the field.

He turned his head to look, and saw a raging flame ignited in the edge of Jiang Rong's sword. During the sway, countless flames overflowed to the surroundings, and with the momentum of the sword, it spread into a cloud-like sea of ​​fire, sweeping towards Shu Lingjia go.

Seeing this scene, some people couldn't help exclaiming: "Floating fire? This is not the trick back then..."

The last three moves in the Lingxiao sect's Burning Heaven Jue, "Liuhuo", "Changfeng", and "Wentian", are the most powerful extreme moves in the entire sect. They are extremely powerful and difficult to practice.

At the same time, this was also the last move Shu Lingjia used before he was seriously injured two years ago.

At that time, Shu Lingjia hadn't practiced the final "Wen Tian" pose, and before he finished using "Chang Feng", he was seriously injured, and his meridians were abolished. These moves naturally impressed him deeply.

Jiang Rong used it at this time, because the Fen Tian Jue consumes a lot of spiritual power, which can further consume Shu Lingjia's strength, and at the same time, it also has the intention of a blatant demonstration, obviously aimed at Shu Lingjia The injury started.

At that moment, the bright red of the flame seemed to burn all the way to the bottom of his eyes, as if he had returned to the battlefield that people didn't want to recall in an instant.

He couldn't fight hard, and he swung backwards with his strength, and when he was about to fall off the edge of the ring, Shu Lingjia's wrist shook suddenly, and the sword tip turned upside down, and the point of the sword touched the edge of the railing .

The flexible long sword bent, and then the stone slab cracked. He had already rolled up in the air, and passed over the flames.

Jiang Rong pushed him away with a sword, and at the same time quickly formed a seal in his hand, which immediately attracted strong winds from all directions, forming a vortex in front of his sword.

The wind helps the fire, and after the fire, it is the long wind!

Seeing that the almost extinguished flame rose into the sky again, advancing layer by layer with the wind and waves, and Jiang Rong's sword was hidden in this vast sea of ​​flames, coming to kill him!