As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

It's snowing and it's clear.

All over the sky, the white falls on the emerald bamboo forest of Wujing Peak, which looks like green bamboo turning into qiongzhi.

It so happened that a gust of wind blew, and snowflakes fell from the branches onto Xiao Yunjian's shoulders.

He tilted his head slightly, casually brushing off the wetness on the white fox fur collar.

This fox fur was hunted by Ling Zhi for him the year before last.

He vaguely remembered that in order to keep this spotless, Ling Zhi was injured a little bit.

As for where the injury was, he couldn't remember clearly.

"Elder Brother—"

The call from the side just interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw that the Sansao disciple of Wujing Peak was respectfully saluting him.

Xiao Yunjian raised his delicate jaw, and let out a snort from his nasal cavity, as a response.

After a pause, he asked again: "Is Ling Zhi here?"

Disciple Sansao lowered his head and replied: "The peak master is in the bamboo pavilion."

--"Ok."

After Xiao Yunjian listened, he walked towards Xiuzhu Pavilion with leisurely strides.

He was wearing a seemingly simple sky blue straight gown, but he wore an expensive green bamboo jade pendant around his waist.

Following his steps, the halo passed through the green bamboo and jade pendant, and landed on the road ahead of him in mottled patterns.

After walking a few steps, he heard the disciples whispering behind him——

"If it wasn't for the peak master to treat him like a treasure, how dare the elder brother call his uncle by his name?"

"You don't want to die? The last time someone casually asked why the two of them haven't formed a Taoist couple yet, but the senior brother put his face on the spot!"

"Isn't that right, senior brother has been treating the peak master indifferently. If I were him, I wouldn't be like this..."

Xiao Yunjian snorted coldly.

He didn't want to listen any longer, so he casually pinched a mute formula and threw it to the two san-sweeping disciples.

He was willing to accept Ling Zhi's kindness to him.

But what I hate the most is that others talk about the relationship between the two of them.

I am even more tired of treating Ling Zhi badly in other people's remarks.

He is like this, even Ling Zhi never complained.

Where is it the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks?

Xiao Yunjian stood still in place, and the setting sun stretched his figure long.

The sky blue wide-sleeved gown was blown up by the wind, but it calmed his heart down.

He sighed.

I still solved the silent tactic of the disciple of Sansao.

Walking through the bamboo path paved with bluestone slabs, you can see Xiuzhu Pavilion.

Sitting under the eaves of Xiuzhu Pavilion are two small stone lions, one stepping on a hydrangea ball and the other holding a cub in its mouth.

Compared with the small buildings in the forest, which are breezy and elegant, they seem very out of place.

But it's just a mundane thing that Xiao Yunjian found from the bottom of the mountain when he had nothing to do.

Bring it over and never take it away.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at the stone lion, and was about to raise his hand to flick away the water curtain enchantment that Ling Zhi woven outside the Xiuzhu Pavilion.

But the enchantment was unfolded from the inside, one step ahead of him.

Ling Zhi seemed to have known for a long time that he had arrived at Wujing Peak, and was eagerly waiting for him to come.

Xiao Yunjian turned his face away.

If he didn't know, he might think that Ling Zhi planted some kind of trouble-seeking Gu on him.

He knows where he goes.

He stood by the door, straightened his sleeves, and glanced around calmly.

Ling Zhi seemed to be pouring tea for him, black silk was laid out on one side like a waterfall.

The fact that Ling Zhisheng looks good is known to the entire Supreme Immortal Sect, and even the entire spiritual world.

He is as cold as a banished immortal, but he has a pair of tender eyes.

Even if she has a pair of thin lips and looks ruthless, she is still said to have a coquettish appearance.

For this reason, he rarely smiled in front of outsiders.

But be frosty.

But he was never stingy when admonishing Xiao Yun.

The jasper teacup was gently placed on the citron dish.

The fragrance of tea and the sandalwood burning in the furnace complement each other, filling the whole bamboo building.

Ling Zhi didn't look up, but heard Xiao Yunjian's light footsteps stopped in front of the door.

He raised the corners of his lips and asked, "Ajian, why don't you come in?"

Only then did Xiao Yunjian walk into the room with his sleeves rolled up, and first drank the water in the teacup.

Then he didn't call anyone, just raised his eyelids and glanced at the wall behind the tea room.

There was a painting hanging there. The person in the painting was wearing a sky-blue gown and stood with arms folded.

It's just that Ling Zhi's painting skills don't seem to be very superb.

The person in the painting has only eight parts of the charm of the person in front of him.

Xiao Yunjian put down his teacup heavily, frowned and said, "Why is this painting still hanging here?"

He had told Ling Zhi earlier that he didn't like this painting being hung up for others to see.

He gave Ling Zhi a sideways look, with a bit of sternness in his eyes.

Ling Zhi didn't care, and just said: "I missed it a few days ago, so I turned it out and hung it up. If Ah Jian is upset, I'll just take it off."

Xiao Yunjian snorted coldly, most of his temper was gone.

miss what?

It's just a matter of seeing things and thinking about people.

He felt good in his heart, and naturally the expression on his face relaxed a bit.

"These days, I am busy preparing for the Demon Slaying Conference." He said, "But now, I am already in front of you, why do you still have that painting?"

After hearing this, Ling Zhi choked up.

He looked up at the painting with deep eyes.

There seemed to be something suppressed in his voice, but he didn't say it after all.

Xiao Yunjian didn't pay attention to his actions.

He just raised his delicate jaw and smiled at Ling Zhi as if giving alms.

Ling Zhi's expression froze, and the look of admiration in his eyes made Xiao Yunjian quite complacent.

From the moment he entered the Supreme Immortal Gate, such eyes have been following him.

No matter how sarcastic I was, it never faded away.

Xiao Yunjian circled his arms, not much different from the person in the painting.

Ling Zhi didn't say anything more about it, but just asked: "I just heard you mention the Demon Slaying Conference. Ah Jian, are you ready?"

"That's natural." Xiao Yun remonstrated with confidence.

He had already prepared for his five-year-old birthday for this demon slaying conference.

At that time, his master, Master Yaotian, had just left the seclusion. He thought that Master would preside over the Centennial Conference by himself, but he never thought that Master Yaotian would still entrust this important task to himself.

He was originally in charge of all affairs of the Supreme Immortal Sect, and now he has the right to host the once-in-a-century Demon Slaying Conference.

For a while, the scenery was boundless, and everyone regarded it as the next master.

Xiao Yunjian fiddled with his hair, and pushed the half loose black hair behind his ears, revealing a pure white face.

His facial features are soft, his face has not many edges and corners, and his eyes are as dark as stars.

It's just that between the brows, there is a bit of arrogance from Ling Zhi's pampering.

"I have inspected the prison where those demon clan members are held, and I have confirmed that the venue of the demon slaughter meeting is safe." He said, "The seats of Master and all the senior uncles and senior uncles have also been properly arranged."

He took off the layout map of the Supreme Immortal Gate hanging in Ling Zhi's room, and pointed to Ling Zhi one by one.

He was in high spirits, and he talked for a long time like a river.

Ling Zhi looked at him quietly and listened to his talk.

His eyes were burning, as if he couldn't see enough in a lifetime.

After Xiao Yunjian finished all his arrangements, it was already the beginning of the lights.

He looked at Ling Zhi's expression, cleared his throat, and said with a little coquettish air, "Master, I'm a little thirsty."

Ling Zhi hastily poured a cup of tea for him, spilled a few drops of water on the table, and said, "A Jian, be careful, it's hot."

Even though there was a faint sneer on his face, when he saw him drink it all, there was a bit of dimpled look in his eyes.

Xiao Yunjian deliberately moved closer, his warm breath on Ling Zhi's neck.

Fortunately, I saw Ling Zhicheng's frightened appearance again.

Xiao Yunjian was quite satisfied.

Ling Zhi has been devoutly admiring himself for so many years.

Because of the love poison and falling into the devil's cave, he lost most of his cultivation base.

How could there be any accidents that made him no longer infatuated with himself?

He has always loved the pleasure of holding Ling Zhi in his palm and playing with his emotions.

He said: "Uncle, it's getting late today, so I won't go back, I just stay here with you in Wujing Peak, okay?"

As expected, seeing Ling Zhi's eyes full of surprise, he raised his eyebrows.

The faint light fell on his face, which made the moonlight even more intense, and there was no place for ambiguity.

The spring night is over the next day.

Xiao Yunjian woke up faintly, he raised his eyes and looked up——

Ling Zhi had already woken up, and it was only because he was nestled in his arms that he never got up.

He moved his hands and feet and got out of Ling Zhi's arms.

The corners of the eyes were red, and the voice was hoarse: "What time is it?"

——"The time has not passed."

Seeing him moving, Ling Zhi stepped out of bed first.

Before the collapse, on the small table wrapped with flower branches was a pot of jade dew prepared last night.

The jade dew was picked on the top of the snow, and the Supreme Immortal Sect only got a few small bottles, and gave them all to Ling Zhi, who was seriously injured first.But now, Xiao Yunjian took a gulp, and all the sweet and pure liquid went into his stomach.

It's like a long whale absorbing water, so it's a pity.

At the end, he curled his lips: "It's cooler."

Ling Zhi wanted to use spiritual energy to warm him up, but he stopped him, and said, "Uncle Master, there is no need to bother. Calculate the time, and I should go to the venue of the Demon Slaughter Conference."

Ling Zhi received the spiritual energy and said, "Okay."

It seems that he listens to everything.

Xiao Yunjian wrapped his outer shirt to cover up all traces on his body.

Since the Demon Slaughtering Conference was just after noon today, he didn't make too much noise yesterday.

It's just that he moved two steps, and still felt a little sore in his waist, annoyed at his whim yesterday.

Ling Zhi immediately grabbed his waist, supported his precarious figure, and asked, "Ajian, what's wrong with you? I shouldn't have..."

"You shouldn't, you shouldn't, my uncle did it too." Xiao Yunjian waved his hands, just to make himself look calm, "But everyone takes what they need, and uncle is not the only one who feels comfortable."

Take what you need.

These words are heartbreaking, and Ling Zhi's body is covered with cuts and bruises.

Ling Zhi's eyes dimmed a bit, which happened to make him see clearly.

He didn't care much.

But it's just a fact.

He didn't go with Ling Zhi, he had to lead his disciples to lead the Yaozu to the stage of the meeting and set them up first.

Ling Zhi took off a moon-white cloud pattern cloak from the vermilion lacquer hanger and put it on for Xiao Yunjian, and combed the broken hair that fell on both sides of his cheeks for him.

He said: "It just snowed yesterday, it will be colder today, remember to wear a cloak."

"Okay." Xiao Yunjian fiddled with the belt of the cloak casually, and casually bowed to Ling Zhi, "Uncle Shi also arrived earlier, so he can be regarded as a place for me."

Ling Zhi followed his words and asked again: "You really don't need me to go with you?"

Xiao Yunjian shook his head.

He glanced at the painting hanging on the wall again, but he still didn't take it down.

Ling Zhi didn't take his words to heart again.

Do you have to do something like this to obstruct your eyes on purpose?

Xiao Yunjian turned his head away and snorted coldly.

Turning around, he left Xiuzhu Pavilion.

It was the bluestone road when we came here again, the snow has melted today, leaving the ground even more wet.

He smelled the elegant smell belonging to Ling Zhi on the cloak, and his heart became more and more angry.

He was about to throw the cloak on the ground casually, but when he saw the mud under his feet, he stopped.

He beckoned to the sweeping disciples at the side, and naturally someone came forward to salute and said, "Brother, what's the matter?"

He took off the cloak, casually and viciously stuffed it into the hands of the disciple Sansao, and said, "Go, take it back and return it to Ling Zhi."

The Sansao disciple responded and took it.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at the back of the disciple Sasao who was leaving, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Where are the two disciples from yesterday?"

Disciple Sansao replied: "The two seemed to be frightened yesterday, so they are taking leave today."

As soon as Xiao Yunjian heard it, he knew that it was caused by the quiet sound formula he had lost yesterday, and he felt regretful in his heart.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "Okay, I can save it."

After a pause, he spoke again: "Just talk to Ling Zhi... Forget it, there is no need to talk about it, just go."

He let out a long breath, went back to the Wuding Peak where he lived, changed his clothes, and went to the Demon Slaying Conference.

Although the Demon Slaying Conference was last sentence, but now that the river is clean and the world is peaceful, most spiritual practitioners are not obsessed with killing demons and eliminating demons.

But it's just the tradition of the Supreme Immortal Sect for a hundred years, and it still respects and selects one or two monster clans for surgery.

Don't behead them, just pick their demon pills, let them live, age, sick and die like ordinary people.

Xiao Yunjian talked and laughed with the elders of this sect, and exchanged a few words with the head of the Feng faction.

Who doesn't praise a word, he really is young and promising.

He smiled a little stiffly.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Ling Zhi standing tall and tall, holding the moon-white cloak in his hands.

Ling Zhi seemed to have some expectation on his face, and handed the cloak forward.

Xiao Yunjian didn't answer, but only gave Ling Zhi a sideways glance.

As if he had taken a gamble in his chest, he deliberately ignored it.

At the beginning of the Demon Slaying Conference, Yaotian Zhenren, who is the head of the Supreme Immortal Sect, made some official remarks as a routine.

Afterwards, it was all left to Xiao Yunjian, Zhilan Yushu's first disciple.

Xiao Yunjian paced past these demon clans being escorted, but he never made a move——

This person is approaching an old age, I am afraid that he will not live long without taking the demon pill, it will not work;

This one still has a young son by his side, if he really takes the demon pill, how can the child survive, or not;

And...these, all sorts of things, will fail in the end.

Xiao Yunjian squeezed his sword to listen to the wind, and closed his eyes.

He looked around, smiled and bowed to many heads and elders.

He knew he had to make a choice quickly.

He raised his eyes to look in Ling Zhi's direction, but he saw that Ling Zhi's eyes seemed to fall on a thin and weak monster boy in the corner.

The boy was wrapped in a dark gray cloak, with a wide hood covering his face.

He knelt on the stage with his head bowed deeply.

If you look closely, you can still see him trembling helplessly.

Xiao Yunjian glanced at the women, children, old and young on the stage, and immediately walked towards the thin boy.

After all, one person is going to be stabbed.

Xiao Yunjian stood still in front of the young man, his loose clothes were blown by the wind.

He seemed to feel a little chill, and regretted that he didn't listen to Ling Zhi's words and leave the cloak behind.

He lifted the wind in his hand, ready to pick out the boy's demon pill in one go.

The boy was even more frightened, he sobbed softly, his shoulders slumped down.

He seems to have seen his own future, looking up at the world a little bit.

Xiao Yunjian didn't notice his small movements, and together with Jian Guang, he poured a lot of spiritual power into it.

But before he touched the skinny boy, he felt a chill on his neck.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw a sword touching his lifeline.

The whole body of the sword was silver and white, and a cloud pattern tassel was fastened to the sandalwood hilt.

Just like the pattern on the moon-white cloak.

Just like the accessories on Lingzhi's sword Xiyu.

He raised his eyes, but what he met was a pair of eyes that he was all too familiar with.

In the eyes as deep as ancient wells, he abandoned the deep affection he had for himself in the past.

There are so many indifferent colors.

Ling Zhi? !

How could it be Ling Zhi? !

Xiao Yunjian suddenly felt that the sky was dark in front of him, and he could only try his best to stabilize his figure.

He shook slightly twice, expending his energy to prevent others from seeing what he was doing at the moment.

He snapped, "Master... Ling Zhi, do you know what you're doing?!"

Ling Zhi's face remained unchanged, but the tip of the sword was still pointing directly at the lifeblood of his neck.

The sharp point of the sword had already pierced his skin, and the blood dripped down along the blade to the ground.

But Ling Zhi still didn't back down at all, he just said: "Let him go, I'll save your life."

It was so ruthless!

Xiao Yunjian instantly felt a buzzing in his ears, which exploded like a gust of wind passing through.

Except for Ling Zhi's words, he seemed to be deaf to the sound of the whole world.