Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The sky suddenly appeared, and the gate of Xuanjianzong was already crowded with people participating in the Xianyuan meeting. Wen Chuyi stood in the outer corner, and his eyes fell on a huge stone standing in front of the gate.

The whole body of the boulder is black, with the words "Xuanjianzong" engraved on it. It is not like the silver hook painted on iron as imagined, but Wu's clothes are windy, elegant and free, even for a person like Wen Chuyi who can write so well , but also appreciate its implication and beauty.

Wen Chuyi looked away from the boulder, glanced at the crowd, and let him see a few familiar faces - You Ling was still proud like a little peacock even though he was squeezed in the crowd.

As for the other person... it was Wang Qi who was accidentally bumped into by him and fell headfirst into a bloody mouth, and Yi Shu who was walking with Wang Qi that day.

Wang Qi on the other end seemed to have sensed it, and was about to turn his head when he saw a group of people walking out from the gate of Xuantianzong. They were uniformly dressed in white. The hem and cuffs of the clothes were embroidered with the same color of crimson blue pattern as the girdle, only the color of the collar was different. , obviously several of them belonged to disciples from different peaks of the inner sect. If they were from the outer sect, the necklines were all white.

The leader had a handsome face, but a dignified expression. He walked steadily to the front of the steps and stood still. First, he slowly glanced at the crowd below, and the people he glanced at consciously silenced their voices.

The leader, that is, Ye Cheng, raised his hand and revealed a silver token, and said loudly: "I think you all came here for the Fairy Fate Association, so I won't say much about Ye Mou. To enter my Xuanjian Sect, you need to go through three stages. Guan, a heart-clearing ladder, those who have not climbed it for an hour, retreat."

After finishing speaking, a stream of light shot out from Ye Cheng's hand, and condensed into a cold sword with a blade like autumn frost in mid-air. He stood on the sword with his toes, and the disciples behind him also stood in the air with their magic weapons, revealing a straight line behind him. The ladder to the sky.

The crowd who had held their breath and calmed down suddenly became noisy again when they saw the Chengxin Ladder, but there were also some people who were calm and composed.

Wen Chuyi was very calm on the first day, among other things, he was never afraid of physical strength.

The Chengxin Ladder is very wide, and it is not a problem to accommodate five or six people at the same time, but it is very steep. From a distance, it looks like a long rope hanging from the clouds. I don’t know what material it is made of. jade.

Just the first pass eliminated nearly half of the people. Wen Chuyi walked along the middle, staring at the steps under his feet, throwing away all distracting thoughts and focusing on climbing the ladder.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, Wen Chuyi passed a man who was slumped on the ground and gasped for breath. His legs were mechanically lifted up and down. The muscles in his legs were already sore, and his clothes were so wet with sweat that water could come out. He took a deep breath. He took a deep breath, wiped his face with his soaked sleeves, and there was only one belief burning in his heart——

man!Can't say no!

Relying on this belief, Wen Chuyi held his breath and struggled, finally!A color different from the steps under his feet rushed into his eyes. He raised his head, and what he saw was a burning incense stick, a very wide square, and a magnificent and solemn hall standing in the farthest distance.

Wen Chu shook his legs, took a few steps forward, and then... knelt down in the direction of the hall with a bang.

Wen Chuyi: ...

Sorry, his legs are a little weak now.

"Oh, what a polite child," a plump and beautiful beauty in the hall looked at the scene in the water mirror, covered her lips and smiled, "The stamina is also good."

There are more than [-] people in the hall, who are the head of Xuanjianzong and the elders. There are countless peaks in Xuanjianzong, so they are divided into ten peaks in the inner sect and twelve peaks in the outer sect. The inner peaks are named after the ten heavenly stems, prefixed with The word "good", Waifeng is named after the twelve earthly branches, prefixed with the word "zheng".

The one who spoke was the only female elder in Neifeng—the real person of Haowufeng Yuge, the main medicine Zhi.

"It's not bad," the owner of Haoji Peak next door, who is in charge of alchemy, stroked his well-maintained mustache, and nodded in agreement, "However, we still have to watch the third level."

Wen Chu didn't know anything about the conversations that took place in the hall. He put his hands forward on the ground, stood up with his legs swaying slightly, and found a seat at random in the open space outside the square.

At this time, many people had already climbed up one after another, sitting on the ground with soft legs like Wen Chuyi, panting heavily with pale faces.

At the moment when the incense was about to burn out, Ye Cheng appeared in front of everyone, his expression as serious as ever, he jumped off the sword, walked a few steps closer to the crowd, and said: "The time is up when the incense is exhausted."

"Congratulations to everyone who passed the first test. The second test will be held tomorrow. I will send disciples to send you down the mountain later. I hope you will make good use of the time and take a good rest."

Wen Chuyi took a rest and recovered a lot. He stood up and walked a few steps, rubbing his legs and stretching his muscles. He stood out from the crowd of people who were sitting or lying down. At least Wang Qi noticed him at a glance. .

"Isn't this kid the...that guy from before!" Wang Qi thought he had misread it at first glance, and wiped his sweaty face with his sleeve.

When Wang Qi saw Wen Chuyi walking around as if nothing had happened, he knew that he didn't take his words to heart at all, and immediately became angry in his heart. A scum with no background and strength dared to appear in front of him!

"Wang Qi, what are you looking at?" Sitting next to Wang Qi, Yi Shu turned her head and wanted to say something to him, but Wang Qi's expression was a little strange. She thought of the previous "Blood Mouth Flower Incident" and thought that the poison was not cleared. Qingli's small face showed some concern, and she asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hehe, no, I'm in good health, I just saw a familiar person," Wang Qi withdrew his gaze, his concern for Yi Shu was very helpful, he temporarily put aside the matter of Wen Chuyi, and planned to go down the mountain to talk about it.

But after a while, a large group of disciples appeared, helping each other one-on-one, stepping on the flying sword directly with their collars in their hands, turning into flying stars and going down the mountain with a whiz, the efficiency and speed were so high that Wen Chuyi Take a breather and step back.

"Brother Wen, let's go." Fortunately, God heard his prayer, and the person who came to him was an acquaintance.

"Well, Big Brother Lu, can you slow down a bit later, I'm a little dizzy." Don't ask, it's because of the illness you just got.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Lu Ying was as calm and caring as ever. He took Wen Chuyi's arm, jumped on the flying sword very gently, and then flew at a speed that made Wen Chu cry. He even thoughtfully put up a protective cover , blocking the howling wind.

elder brother!Brother Lu Ying, from now on you will be my dear brother!

Wen Chuyi grasped the sleeves of the eldest brother whom he had unilaterally recognized with emotion.

Needless to say, the speed of Yujian's flight, Wen Chuyi squinted his eyes and dared not look at it, but he was so excited that he was like a monkey jumping in the sky, forgetting his fear of heights.

Arriving in Mojiu City, he was still a little unsatisfied when he got off the flying sword. He waved goodbye to Brother Lu Ying, and then walked back to Youqian Inn with trembling legs like dancing disco.

"Sit down, sit down quickly," Qian Shu didn't sit at the counter holding his strange novels this time. Tea is brewed on the table in the hall.

"Thank you, Boss Qian." Wen Chuyi took the teacup, took a big gulp, stretched out his hand, and said without being polite to him, "Please have another cup."

Boss Qian has a good temper, he poured him cup after cup, and didn't mind Wen Chuyi thinking it was boiled water like a cow drinking peony, and continued to refill the cup, but he was quite happy, thinking that the moldy tea leaves were finally used up It's one o'clock.

"Well, you should have passed the first level." Seeing Wen Chuyi waving his hand to indicate that he couldn't drink anymore, Boss Qian refills himself a glass slowly.

"Hi, it's over," Wen Chuyi leaned back on the chair, burped a few green tea-flavored burps, drank a stomach full of tea, and finally quenched his thirst, "I don't know what the test will be tomorrow. A little trembling."

"Well, I heard it probably has something to do with the illusion, and it's probably a test of your willpower." Boss Qian took out some tea leaves, "If there's more, I won't know."

"Ham, I'll find out tomorrow anyway," Wen Chuyi thought about it, and the soldiers came to cover it up.

Wen Chuyi stinks of sweat. After sitting downstairs for a while, he went back to his room to take a shower. When Xiaoju saw him coming back, he immediately jumped off the bed, meowed and threw himself on him, screaming at Wen Chuyi. My heart is almost melting.

After taking a quick shower, Wen Chuyi picked up Xiaoju who was playing with his tail on the bed and sucked it up. He buried his big face on the little cat's soft belly. Wen Chuyi let out a satisfied sigh. Mi is a treasure in the world!

As for Boss Xiao, Wen Chuyi had already forgotten him in Java. Fortunately, Boss Qian still remembered him. Boss Xiao had a cold and disdainful expression, but a lonely bray sounded from his donkey's mouth.

Maomao, it wants to stick to Maomao.

At the same time, on the road not far from Mo Jiucheng, several ordinary carriages were driving towards Mo Jiucheng.

"Are you sure that the Yuan Devouring Beast is in this direction?" Zi Yuesang half-lyed on the soft cushion, her eyes flickering, and the coercion belonging to the half-step golden core enveloped the middle-aged man kneeling in front of her in a gray robe with a pale and frightened face.

"My lord, Gen, according to the hexagrams, it shows that the Yuan Devourer is indeed in this position." The man was crushed to the ground, with sweat dripping from his forehead, and his heart was miserable. He didn't understand, he was just ordinary. He didn't do anything harmful except cheat some small money on weekdays. How could he fall into the hands of these villains? His life is unpredictable.

This is going to be difficult...Zi Sangyue waved back the magic stick, and raised the curtain on the side with her slender hands. Outside the window, Shanxiu Mucong seemed to be no different from other places, but she knew that further ahead was the site of the first sect in Zhongzhou .

"Trouble or something, I hate it the most." Putting down the curtains, Zi Sangyue sighed, and flung herself back like a salted fish with no fighting spirit, and pulled out a small drawer from the modified side wall , took out a small bundle wrapped in silk cloth and oiled paper from the inside, and unwrapped it layer by layer, revealing round and plump sweet-scented osmanthus scented balls.

In this room, Wen Chuyi sucked the cat too much, tilted his head and fell asleep.