After being forced to whitewash the villain [Transmigration Book]

Shen Jimo never expected that Zhou Ling would admit defeat.

When he silently jumped off the competition stage, the results of the two competitions over there were also obtained. As expected by the system, it was Shang Luo and Feng Qiyu who won, so the next battle with him is...

"It's Shangluo." The system told him the result before him.

Shen Jimo suddenly raised his head, and saw Shang Luo coming from the opposite side, he smiled, "Congratulations, brother, I will ask you not to show mercy later."

"Naturally." Shen Jimo also smiled at him, returning to his usual appearance, "Then you must also remember not to show mercy to senior brother."

"it is good."

Because there were three people left, the final competition adopted the rule of one person and two games. If one of the three of them can win two games in a row, it will be the final winner of this practice of swordsmanship.

Standing on the competition stage again, Shen Jimo kept thinking whether he should make a move.In fact, judging from his strength, he obviously lost to Shangluo, but because of what he said to Shangluo just now, if he surrenders now, will he be angry?

Confused in his heart, Shen Jimo silently raised his head and looked at the empty opposite side of the competition stage. Before he could make up his mind, Song Ziyu came against the wind and landed opposite him.

"Shangluo won't come, this round, you win."

"...?" Shen Jimo looked at Song Ziyu in surprise, but saw that he seemed to have no further words, and hurriedly looked down the stage to find the familiar figure just now, but at this moment... he couldn't find it anyway. .

What does he mean?

Shen Jimo was suddenly angry, and when he was about to go down Yufeng to ask him to understand, Feng Qiyu flew up from the stage.

"Brother, please give me more advice." Feng Qiyu clasped his hands together, with a serious look on his face, which Shen Jimo had never seen before.He paused as he was about to jump off, and slowly turned his head to look at Feng Qiyu.

"Even if Qi Yu has come, then you can start!" Song Ziyu stepped back from the field, once again set up an enchantment on the stage, and then flew back to the high stage against the wind.

"I..." Shen Jimo didn't want to fight him. Just as he was about to surrender, Feng Qiyu saw the right moment and made a move at him, "Brother, do you look down on me? Do you think I can't win? Do you need to let me go?"

Being seen through his thoughts, Shen Jimo was a little guilty, and he did not forget to dodge frequently when accepting the trick, "I didn't."

"Since you haven't, then let me see how you... have improved over the years." Feng Qiyu slightly curled her lips, with a faint smile in her eyes.Every move and style of his seems to be quick, precise and ruthless, but in fact it doesn't use much force.

When Shen Jimo noticed it, his heart tightened.

Could it be that even he wants to release water and let himself take the number one position?

He frowned slightly, and when Shen Jimo looked at Feng Qiyu again, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, no longer dodging his attack, but deliberately went up to him and bumped into his palm.

In this competition, he must lose.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qiyu seemed to have been prepared for a long time, quickly withdrew her palm, and then raised her eyebrows at Shen Jimo provocatively, as if saying, I won't hit you, what can you do to me.

Shen Jimo was upset, and faced up again, seemingly attacking, but actually bumped into Feng Qiyu's dodging palm again and again.

From the perspective of people outside the stage, it seemed that Shen Jimo had gained the dominance again and was attacking Feng Qiyu, forcing Feng Qiyu to retreat again and again.

The two confronted each other for a while, and failed repeatedly, Shen Jimo gradually became impetuous, stopped altogether, and said to Feng Qiyu in colloquial words: "If you are not serious, the agreement between us will not be counted."

In this competition, he couldn't win no matter what.

Feng Qiyu also stopped when she saw it, and couldn't help smiling.

I really don't know how to live or die, and I don't even know if I sold myself.

Having played enough, Feng Qiyu slowly put away the smile on her lips, tilted her head to look at him, and also said with her lips: "I want it tonight."

Shen Jimo doesn't know what he's talking about, but at this moment, for him, Feng Qiyu can be serious and win this competition is the most important thing for him.He nodded slightly, and stopped attacking Feng Qiyu's moves, but became serious, and attacked him aggressively.

Feng Qiyu no longer teased him, and when she got serious, even the aura around her could be seen with the naked eye.

The two fought with real skills, and Shen Jimo was defeated in just a moment.

In previous years' final competition, the losers on the stage basically left the stage with bruises all over their bodies. Only this time, Shen Jimo only staggered back a few steps after being knocked down from the stage, and remained unscathed elsewhere.

Feng Qiyu stood on the competition stage and looked down at him, "Brother, you lost."

Shen Jimo was delighted in his heart but didn't show it on his face. Instead, he looked at Feng Qiyu with an expression of unwillingness, and gritted his teeth: "I'm willing to bow down."

Feng Qiyu knew what he was thinking, she curled her lips slightly, and walked back to the middle of the competition stage in a few steps, waiting for Shangluo's arrival.

As long as you win this game again, then tonight...

Thinking of this, he swept away Shen Jimo who had been pulled aside by Zhou Ling in a good mood, and the smile on his lips deepened.

After waiting on the stage for a while, Shang Luo still didn't come.

Seeing this, Shen Jimo frowned slightly, "Where did Shangluo go?"

"Brother, didn't you say that the four of us are brothers? I think Brother Shang probably hid himself because he didn't want to draw swords against you!" Zhou Ling smiled mysteriously, stopped standing here, and pulled Shen Jimo away , "Don't look! Brother Feng must have won, let's go back and wait for him to celebrate."

Shen Jimo was forced to follow him, but he still looked at the stage unwillingly, but just happened to collide with Feng Qiyu who cast his gaze over the stage.His teasing eyes inexplicably made Shen Jimo a little frightened, he didn't dare to look at Feng Qiyu again, Shen Jimo slowly withdrew his eyes, and followed Zhou Ling and left here without a word.

Before he was far away, Song Ziyu's sonorous and powerful voice came from behind:

"The winner of this exercise is Feng Qiyu, the third disciple of Xuanlingzong's Qingfeng sect."

Although he felt it was a pity that Shangluo didn't come, after hearing this sentence, Shen Jimo was extremely relieved.

Now there is only one step left to go home!

Overjoyed, Shen Jimo stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Ling's hand, and said excitedly: "Let's go back and get ready, let's celebrate for Qi Yu!"

Zhou Ling was taken aback, and lightly held his hand, "Okay."

After returning to the other courtyard, Shen Jimo spent a lot of effort preparing a modern party for Feng Qiyu, spent all his savings, and prepared to surprise him.

Seeing the colorful ribbon lanterns all over the yard, a pile of barbecue grills baked on the grill, and the celebration cakes on the stone table in the middle of the yard, Shen Jimo felt inexplicably satisfied, and pulled Zhou Ling to roll together Barbecue, waiting for Feng Qiyu's arrival.

"Do you think he will like this?" Shen Jimo was bored and chatted with Zhou Ling.

In the courtyard of Nuo University, the disciples of the same sect always come and go, but today, for some reason, there are only two of them left.Zhou Ling grilled and threw it to Qing Wan and Xiao Yao to eat, but also seemed very boring, "It should be! After all, this is the brother's wish."

After hearing what he said, Shen Jimo was even happier. He quickly took a bite of the roasted chicken leg and looked towards the door, "Why hasn't Qi Yu come back? It's getting dark."

It has been two hours since they came back, logically speaking, he should have been back long ago.

Zhou Ling also felt a little strange, so he stood up together and patted the dust off his body, "Let's do this! I'll go out and have a look, maybe he was delayed because of something? Brother, wait here, don't let these burn. "

"Yeah~" Shen Jimo nodded, and hurriedly flipped through the barbecue in his hand, "Hurry up and come back."

"Ok."

After Zhou Ling left for a long time, Shen Jimo failed to wait for Feng Qiyu to come back, but instead waited for a young disciple from Yulongmen.

After seeing the 'surprise' in the yard, the disciple was stunned for a while, then slowly walked in front of Shen Jimo, bent down, bowed his hands and said, "Disciple Chu Mu, I have seen Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Jimo has never seen him, but out of politeness, he also salutes back.

"Master, Senior Brother Shen, please go to Yulong Terrace for a gathering." Chu Mu lowered his head with a humble attitude.

"Reverend Qinghe? What is he looking for?" Reverend Qinghe is the headmaster of Yulongmen. After coming here for so many days, Shen Jimo only glanced at him from a distance, and he was not even acquainted with him at all. When he looked for it, Shen Jimo was really puzzled.

Chu Mu still lowered his head and continued: "Master, in order to congratulate Senior Brother Feng for winning the title of No. [-] in Sword Cultivation this time, he specially held a banquet for Senior Brother Feng at Yulongtai. Presumably he wanted to invite Senior Brother Shen to give Senior Brother Feng a feast together." Let's celebrate!"

That's how it is... No wonder he doesn't come back now!

Helplessly twitching the corners of his lips, Shen Jimo was disappointed and at the same time a little happy.

His cub is finally only one step away from becoming the leader of the cultivation world!

Shen Jimo was really happy, and the sense of loss was also diluted. Although it was a pity to see the party he had carefully arranged in the yard, he still chose to give up here, and nodded to Chu Mu, "Then I will thank you lead the way."

"Please follow me." Chu Mu led the way for him with a lamp, and did not speak along the way.

Shen Jimo followed him and turned several corners, and he almost lost his mind, before Chu Mu stopped in front of a small pavilion, "This is it." After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to him, and then retreated.

Under the moonlight, a white and a black figure in the small pavilion were very eye-catching. Shen Jimo glanced at the two of them lightly, and was attracted by the white figure for no reason.He walked forward slowly, but his heart beat faster and faster as he got closer.

In the dim small pavilion, the breeze gently blew the clothes of the white figure. The man's white hair was like snow, like an exiled fairy, and the floating dust on his wrists stood in the pavilion like red plums in the snow.

Xu Shi heard the footsteps behind him, and the man slowly turned his head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his face was unparalleled.He eased his brows slowly, and said in a cold voice, "Jimo, long time no see."