I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

Jiang Rong looked at her, adjusted his clothes suddenly, and bowed to Xiao Ning'er.

Xiao Ning'er was startled, and said, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Rong said shamelessly: "Senior Sister Xiao, I know that Senior Brother Shu's going down the mountain made you very unhappy, and you are also dissatisfied with me because of it. If I didn't explain clearly at that time, so that Master misunderstood Senior Brother, this would not have happened. The consequences of this are indeed my fault, so I can't make up for it here."

Not only Xiao Ning'er, in fact, many disciples in the sect have the same thoughts, but Jiang Rong opened up the words himself, with a sincere and humble attitude, which made people feel embarrassed to blame him, but on the contrary, it added some goodwill.

Xiao Ning'er didn't expect him to speak out her thoughts directly, and no answer was appropriate, so she pointed at Jiang Rong and said angrily, "You—"

After she finished saying this word, she became speechless, but she heard a person in front of her raise her voice, "This confession is not sincere enough."

A young man wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist walked towards him. His appearance was slightly evil and handsome.

This person is also He Zizhuo's disciple, his name is Yin Chen, he was born in the royal family of Fan family, and he is a direct brother from the same sect as Luo Xiao, Shu Lingjia and Jiang Rong.

This identity is naturally extraordinary, the voices of "Senior Brother Yin" rang out all around, and Jiang Rong also quickly called out: "Senior Brother."

Yin Chen glanced at him, and said lightly, "Stop pretending."

Jiang Rong coughed lightly and said, "Senior brother has too much prejudice against me."

Yin Chen looked ahead and said, "Really? Then since you feel ashamed, why didn't you stand up and explain when the misunderstanding happened just now, and you didn't try hard to persuade him to stay when he was about to leave? You took advantage of that idiot Yi Lin , When everything is a foregone conclusion, and you say a few words of apology without pain, you will feel that you have become a good person?"

He sneered: "It's hypocritical, it doesn't have to be disgusting."

Yin Chen had just returned from the outside, and Shu Lingjia had already left when he reached the door, so he did not catch up with the interrogation process in the criminal hall.

He was in a bad mood, and he was used to being arrogant. These few words were so vicious that everyone who heard them wanted to kowtow to death, and he didn't save any face for Jiang Rong.

Jiang Rong also knew Yin Chen's temper, and the other party's status was high, arguing with him was just asking for humiliation, he clenched his fists in his sleeves, bowed his head respectfully and said: "It's me... I made a mistake Sorry, brother, please forgive me."

Yin Chen said: "Come on, what's wrong with what you say, I think you can speak very well, it's just that your intentions are not right. Don't use your tricks in this kind of place, you won't be able to stand on the stage, and you will ruin my school style of Lingxiao sect !"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand impatiently: "The head is not in a good mood, just now he told me that tomorrow's morning class is cancelled, let's go."

As for why he is in a bad mood, he can testify freely. After Yin Chen finished speaking, he sneered extremely contemptuously, and walked away without looking at anyone.

Xiao Ning'er was startled, then chased after him, and grabbed Yin Chen's sleeve: "Senior Brother Yin, wait! You went to see the head? Can Senior Brother Shu come back? Can you do anything? Hey! "

"No, who told him to leave! Didn't Shu Lingjia want to leave by himself?"

Yin Chen pulled back his sleeve angrily, and said: "He said earlier that he had recovered from his illness and had a fight with me, but I didn't even see him when I came back! What do I know? You have to ask him !"

Xiao Ning'er said angrily: "Are you eating firecrackers again today? If you can ask him, I'll still look for you!"

The two were noisy, and they went far away while talking. The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and other people didn't want to get involved in the grievances of their senior brothers, so they also found excuses to leave, leaving Jiang Rong standing alone in Yanwu field.

Jiang Rong kept his head bowed humbly, stood still for a moment, and then slowly let go of his tightly clenched hands in his sleeves.

Yin Chen, there really is him.

But he didn't plan to do anything to Yin Chen, nor did he have the ability to do anything to him.

Jiang Rong knew very well in his heart that although Shu Lingjia had left, he had only just gained a firm foothold in this sect, and there was still much work to be done.

The reason why he knew that Xiao Ning'er didn't want to see him and wanted to talk to her was because he wanted to win over Pill Pavilion. If he could change Xiao Ning'er's opinion of him, it would be much easier to get any panacea in the future. It will be of great help to him.

So the most important thing now is to try my best to help Xinzong find Duan Haoyan, and then he can also get the sword that Xiao Ning'er asked for by name.

The reason why Jiang Rong spoke up in advance was that he was determined to win.

Since he came to Lingxiao Mountain, he has often encountered such situations. If he wants something, even if it doesn't belong to him at first, he will definitely be let out in the end.

Such as the sudden awakening of kendo talent, such as Ming Jianfeng's position as a sword master, such as the master's favor, such as the love and affection of other disciples...

He believes that there will be more and better things waiting for him in the future to make up for the poverty and hardships of his youth.

Therefore, regarding the matter of helping to find Duan Haoyan, Jiang Rong already had certain confidence in his heart. As for Shu Lingjia, he would only be gradually forgotten in his halo.

Together with the truth about his injury... that secret that must never be known to outsiders...

Jiang Rong tidied up his crumpled sleeves, and when he raised his head, he had regained his gentle expression, and walked towards the outside of the martial arts arena.

In the gloomy haunted house, a peaceful night was spent.

Xiao Zhen got up early in the morning, tried and tried, but found that the sword on his neck was still difficult to remove, so he had no choice but to keep wearing it.

After the haunting incident, she did not dare to leave her younger sister at home alone, so she sent Yin Niang to the home of a well-meaning old lady she knew for a while to take care of, then hurried to the noodle stall to help, unaware that she was actually protected by someone last night of.

Seeing that the two sisters had left, Shu Lingjia also jumped down from a big tree at the entrance of the haunted house.

The morning sun shone lazily on the body, and the shouts of vendors and the aroma of food could be heard not far away from the street, which was completely different from the solemn and clean Lingxiao Mountain all year round.

Shu Lingjia was originally preoccupied, but at this moment he couldn't help feeling a little happy. He came outside a wine shop on the side of the street and raised his voice to the boss: "Please, give me two jugs of wine!"

Carrying two wine gourds, Shu Lingjia went again to the street where he met Xiaozhen yesterday.

The person who sold the sword at the stall yesterday hadn't appeared yet, but Shu Lingjia saw the old beggar lying on the side of the street yesterday.

When he was talking to the proprietress of the noodle shop before, he mentioned that the "Xianchang's family" lived in the haunted house, and they all "died tragically" afterwards. From his tone, he seemed like an insider.

Shu Lingjia walked towards the old beggar, and saw that the old beggar was sleeping soundly with his clothes open, his hands resting on his stomach, the muscles in his chest and abdomen were actually very tight.

He didn't make a sound, and stood by and looked at the other party carefully for a while, his eyes slowly shifted from his fingers to his chest, and his expression gradually became playful.

A passerby passed by and saw such a handsome young man in a splendid dress squinting at the old beggar's body. He felt a chill, and hurriedly covered his eyes and ran away.

The beggar fell asleep for a while and turned over, but he didn't wake up, so Shu Lingjia lifted up his robe and sat down beside him.

He opened a wine gourd and placed it next to the old beggar's face, and held the other one by himself, raised his head and took a few sips, watching the people coming and going on the street casually.

The smell of wine flowed into the nose along the wind, the old beggar wrinkled his face, he was awake now.

Before he opened his eyes, he murmured, "What's the smell? Good wine, this is good wine."

The old beggar dazedly stretched out his hand to fish it, Shu Lingjia watched it coldly, Shi Shiran picked up the wine gourd, shook it beside his face, and then removed it.

The old beggar took some time, so he sat up all of a sudden, looked at Shu Lingjia sideways, and said: "You young man, you are handsome, well dressed, what are you doing sitting here? You are full and full. Did you come here to have fun with the beggars?"

Shu Lingjia took another sip of wine, without looking at him, and said, "Yeah, it's boring. This is for you, how about drinking and chatting with me?"

As he said, he took out two gold leaves and threw them into the broken bowl of the old beggar. The golden light dazzled people dizzily.

The beggar picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, bit it, and then laughed: "Young master, you spent a lot of money, I'm afraid it's not a good day to chat."

While he was talking, he went to drink again. Shu Lingjia didn't say anything and didn't stop him, he just asked, "Do you want to do it?"

"Do it. I'm a beggar, why don't I do things to get rich." The old beggar smacked his lips and said, "What do you want to hear?"

Shu Lingjia said: "Who built that ghost house on the west side of the town in the first place, and who died in it?"

The old beggar was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "I thought you were going to ask something, just this matter? It's been many years, and I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I heard it from the old man in the town."

According to what he said, in this Liu family town, many old people know that there lives in the west of the town a supernatural elder, who also has a beautiful wife and a cute-looking son.

When the elder fairy first arrived, the whole family was sitting in an unremarkable green cloth carriage. The people in the small town were a little xenophobic, and they only regarded them as an ordinary couple with a child, and didn't take it seriously.

The carriage stopped in the deserted open space to the west, and the three of them didn't look for an inn, as if they planned to stay in the carriage.

But early the next morning, the people were surprised to find that a majestic house had been built on the open space, and the hostess was standing at the door, smiling and directing the servants to put a plaque on the yard.

Such a miracle quickly spread throughout the town, and everyone talked about it with great interest, until the history of this family was passed on miraculously.

But unlike people's imagined masters, the three members of this family not only eat human fireworks, but also live a life no different from ordinary people. Moreover, the child seems to be suffering from a disease, and the fairy elder often goes out for several days to collect. medicine and tried his best to heal him.

It was precisely because Duan Haoyan wanted to treat his son's illness that he secretly searched for the evil magic of the demon clan, thus violating the sect's rules, so it can be matched.

Shu Lingjia asked, "Is it cured?"

The old beggar took another sip of wine and said, "I don't know about it. I only know that it has been treated. But it should not be, because after seven or eight years, the child did not improve, so he was killed."

Shu Lingjia said: "Killed?"

The old beggar said lightly: "I only heard about it later. It seems that the elder fairy escaped with his family. As a cultivator, you know that you can't tolerate so much love and love. I guess he violated the precepts or something. People from his sect have been hunting them down."

He drank a sip of wine: "In the end, it seemed that the daughter-in-law and the child died, and the fairy elder didn't know if he escaped, but he never came back anyway. So, the most important thing in this world is nothing. Fixed number."

Shu Lingjia lowered his head in thought.

He was sitting by the side of the street, his gorgeous clothes spread casually on the stone steps, with one hand on his lap and the other holding a jug.

Although the posture is leisurely and unrestrained, but that face is really blessed by nature, even with this posture, it can be unrestrainedly charming. Pedestrians passing by here can't help but look at him a few more times.

If it wasn't for Shu Lingjia's cold temperament, arrogance and aloofness, making people afraid to get close, the flowers thrown at him by the girls would be all over the floor.

An old woman who sold shoes watched for a while, and heard the excitement of the two, she couldn't help coming over to make fun of it.

"Isn't that right? The old lady has heard about that fairy elder. He has nothing to say to his daughter-in-law or children. In order to collect herbs, he came back with injuries many times. Sometimes there are some herbs that he can't use. Pick it up casually, and give it to others, and many people have received his kindness."

She said: "It's a pity that the house was abandoned later, and two families died in it, and no one has seen that fairy elder again."

Shu Lingjia said: "Then I would like to ask my aunt, how did the two families who died later die? Is it related to this fairy elder?"

The old woman selling shoes said: "It's hard to say why they died. It's been too long. But they should be poor people with nowhere to go, so they don't think the house is bad. There are so many silly girls, there is a blind mother in the family..."

She shook her head as she spoke, and sighed: "Oh, it's rare to have such a fairy, and it ended up like this. Good people don't get rewarded..."

Good people are not rewarded——Shu Lingjia suddenly remembered that the old beggar had said this yesterday.

With a slight movement in his heart, he suddenly asked: "Ma'am, you said 'it's rare to have such a fairy head' - how is he not like a fairy head? What do you think an ordinary fairy head should be like?"

The old woman was stunned: "An ordinary fairy...an ordinary fairy should not be like him...to be intimate with people. Yes, it is to be intimate with people. An expert, how can there be so much affection."

She patted her knees, looked at Shu Lingjia, and couldn't help but blurted out: "I look at you, young master, you are like the cold fairy in the legend."

The wine gourd that Shu Lingjia was about to raise in his hand paused, turned his head to think for a moment, then laughed, picked out two pieces of gold leaves from the beggar's bowl and handed them over, saying: "That makes sense. Then I... thank you." Madam's compliment."

When the old woman came over, she was thinking of begging for a reward. Now that she got what she wanted, she made a fortune that she had never seen in her life. She took it happily and left after finding a reason , as if afraid that Shu Lingjia would regret it.

The old beggar let out an "hey" and said, "My lord, isn't this already a reward for me?"

Shu Lingjia raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-truth and half-false smile, "It's not about deducting money."

The old beggar said: "You say what I said is not true?"

Shu Lingjia bent one leg, put his arms casually on his knees, and slowly sipped his wine: "Unless you practice a specific method, there has never been a saying that love is forbidden in the immortal sect. What's more, since the three members of this family know that they were sent by the sect Chasing and killing, why don’t you hide well, and still have to settle down safely? This story doesn’t make sense.”

The old beggar smiled and said: "You are so young and ignorant. If you can't make sense, you can't make sense? This person wants to be a god, and he wants to be a mortal, can it be the same? You can't help love, but what you can't help is the natural relationship and human nature. There are things you care about in your heart." , are you afraid that you won’t make a mistake?”

——If you have something you care about, are you afraid you won’t make a mistake?

If it wasn't too hard to rub the sand in your eyes, if you didn't care too much about Shimen, those misunderstandings and concealments, how could you appear here?

How many pretended indifference are there, just because the heart is clear and the feelings are serious and easy to hurt?

Shu Lingjia leaned back slightly, as if he wanted to see the other party more clearly, but the old beggar quickly approached, stared into Shu Lingjia's eyes, and said quietly:

"Sometimes, you think you can spread your wings and fly high when you leave a cage. In fact, there are strings tied to your legs. Once you are dragged by someone, you have to go back obediently. Some doors enter, and you can't get rid of it in this life."

The two looked at each other briefly, and after a while, Shu Lingjia said lightly, "Really?"

The old beggar laughed and said: "Of course, if there is no other conspiracy, who would release the bird that has been caught for nothing?"

Shu Lingjia tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Well, it makes sense."

He raised the wine gourd, touched the old beggar, and said: "Such a wonderful theory, it is worth drinking all the wine."

The two touched the wine gourd, and Shu Lingjia drank the remaining wine in one gulp.

When he put down the wine gourd, there was no one in front of him.

There was only one human-shaped shadow puppet, quietly placed on the ground in front of him.

Shu Lingjia picked it up slowly, held it up to the sun, and squinted his eyes.

Then, he sneered and said, "It's a trick to pretend to be a ghost."