Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

——Brother, I still don’t understand some parts of this set of sword techniques, can you demonstrate it to me again?

Wen Chuyi was lying on the bed, the quilt was messily hanging on the edge of the bed, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

——Senior brother, regarding the refining of spiritual energy, I don’t understand what it means to be open-minded with original morality...

Sweat began to ooze from Wen Chuyi's forehead unconsciously, his brows were frowned, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he had dreamed of something terrifying.

——Brother, what else do you do besides practicing on weekdays?

Wen Chuyi felt as if his chest was being pressed down by a heavy mountain, which made him almost out of breath, and opened his mouth unconsciously, like a fish jumping to the shore out of water, feeling...to be crushed to death...

"Brother, are you awake?" The devilish whispers became clearer and clearer, as if they were close at hand, Wen Chuyi was startled awake, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that it was a dream.

Wen Chuyi broke free from the nightmare in a trance, opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw an orange figure. After a while, his vision was much clearer, and he finally saw the culprit that caused him to almost suffocate.

Maomao may not kill the shit shoveling officer, but it is undeniable that it has the possibility to do so.

Wen Chuyi lay flat on the bed, looking up at the big orange cat sitting on his chest that was as stable as Mount Tai. The fat orange seemed to sense his gaze, lowered his head slowly and gracefully, extruding a plump double chin, round and clear green cat eyes Facing the salty fish eyes of the excrement shoveler,

"Meow~" Good morning duck.

"..."

Taking Xiaoju off his body, he leaned against the head of the bed, raised his hands to his forehead, and let out a weak sigh. He was surrounded by the word "senior brother" every day for the past few months, and he seriously doubted that he had any feelings for the word "senior brother". I got ptsd, and the nightmare I just had is the evidence.

When will the master leave the test!

"Brother?"

It's over, Wen Chuyi blocked his ears in despair, has he reached the level of auditory hallucinations?

"Bang bang bang—" There was a knock on the door, bringing Wen Chuyi back to reality.

Oh, so it wasn't a hallucination, Wen Chu put down his hands expressionlessly, his sleeping phoenix eyes turned into dead fish eyes, resigned himself to his fate and got up, "Here we come..."

Putting all these aside, Wen Chuyi felt that he and Zhou Yuyue were quite hits, and they became acquainted quickly. To give an inappropriate example, it was like the feeling of reuniting with friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

Maybe it's the relationship between her own brother and sister. Zhou Yuyue should get close to him and relax when facing him. Wen Chuyi dressed up and opened the door. What else can she do with her own brother and brother, why not pamper him like a son.

"Morning, senior brother." Opening the door was a beautification blow, and the young man with extraordinary beauty seemed to have a soft light in front of him, and smiled slightly at Wen Chuyi, like a moon frost flower with morning dew.

Wen Chuyi squinted his eyes because of this dazzling smile, and his temperament became more and more depressed. He simply closed his eyes, covered his mouth and yawned, with a sleepy voice, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to Sleeping Sword Valley today, please ask senior brother to give me a ride." Zhou Yuyue's expression was innocent, because he was a penniless pauper, and he had no money to rent a black-winged bird from the Beast Pavilion, and it was too inappropriate to use Lingshi. It's a good deal, so during this period of time, Wen Chuyi picks up and drops off.

"..."

Here it is again, this kind of visual sense of sending children to school is really hard to ignore, Wen Chuyi said in an old father's voice, "Let's go, my son... Junior brother."

Not good, really not good, this is not the style of his handsome boy.

Calling over the natal spirit sword hanging on the wall in dust, he stepped on it first, and stretched out his hand, "Come up."

Because his natal spirit sword once did something that he can't forget until now, it's impossible to enter his dantian to warm up, let's talk about it when he forgets.

But Changxing didn't feel that he was being thrown into the cold palace at all. Sensing his master's call, he immediately flew towards him like a happy puppy, wanting to cling to his master, but Wen Chuyi ruthlessly suppressed him under his feet.

Grasping Wen Chuyi's extended hand, Zhou Yuyue stood beside him skillfully. He has just broken through the early stage of body training, and there is still a long way to go before foundation establishment, so he has to trouble his senior brother for the time being.

At a place Wen Chuyi couldn't see, Zhou Yuyue slowly raised the corners of her lips. Different from the innocent expression before, this was a sinister and deep smile.

He didn't know what was going on, but Wen Chuyi suddenly felt a chill behind his back, his intuitive radar was turned on, and he quickly turned his head to look at Zhou Yuyue beside him, seeing someone looking back suspiciously with clear eyes, he turned his head back.

Send people directly to the entrance of Mianjian Valley. At this time, many people have arrived. Wen Chu accidentally found Fu Jiuli at a glance. Why is he here?

On that side, Fu Jiuli seemed to press a radar on his head that sensed Zhou Yuyue, and the moment they lowered their flying swords, they precisely locked the position, took out the small mirror from his arms, and carefully arranged his hair again .

Mo Moda on the side seized the opportunity and rushed to Zhou Yuyue's side first. His bronzed muscles became more and more plump, and his style perfectly matched Hao Bingfeng. Standing with Fu Jiuli, he looked like black and white twin towers.

Although Mo Moda grabbed the front row this time, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he choked out a sentence, "Ah Yue, good morning."

"Heh." With this mocking laugh, you don't need to turn your head to know that it must be Fu Jiuli. Mo Moda suddenly clenched his fists, his knuckles clucked, hard, his fist hard.

"Cough," Fu Jiuli clenched his fist in front of his mouth, cleared his throat, then stared affectionately at Zhou Yuyue, and opened his mouth, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

The voice was loud and gentle, and the eyes were full of affection. The man was silent when he heard it, and the woman shed tears when he heard it. A vacuum zone with a radius of two meters and a radius of two meters suddenly formed around Fu Jiuli.

"..." Zhou Yuyue fell silent suddenly.

He wanted to run away, but Wen Chuyi ran too fast.

Wen Chuyi frowned at the moment Fu Jiuli cleared his throat, and realized that the matter was not simple, and the alarm in his heart sounded in time. The moment Fu Jiuli opened his mouth, he stepped on the Flying Star Sword, like A real meteor disappeared before the death of society.

He experienced it once, standing next to the two of them, and felt the sonic attack of the ghost animal at close range, but this was nothing compared to the surprise, shock, or fear in the eyes of the people around him, and even gave a few children passing by. I cried.

He once asked Fu Jiuli why he made this... um...unbelievable gesture to Zhou Yuyue, but he said solemnly that it was his way of expressing love.

Wen Chuyi: ...

Looking back on the past, the embarrassing feeling at that time seemed to emerge from somewhere again, and Wen Chuyi silently accelerated the speed of Yujian's flight.

There are more new disciples joining the sect this year than in previous years. Wen Chuyi roughly estimated the time and stepped on the spot to pick up Zhou Yuyue.

The back mountain of Haojiafeng not only has hot springs, but also many small animals. Now it’s spring, and the grass and trees are twirling. Wen Chuyi leisurely ate a whole roast chicken. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. It is worthy of his craftsmanship. Excellent!

After sensing a faint vibration, followed by the sound of thousands of swords contending, Wen Chuyi wiped his mouth casually, and got up to pick up the child.

Fortunately, Fu Jiuli was not seen, so Wen Chuyi looked around vigilantly, and vigilance was the first priority, and he picked up Zhou Yuyue and left quickly.

"Brother, is it delicious?" A faint voice came from his subordinates, and the cold voice seemed to have a hint of resentment.

Wen Chu subconsciously licked his lower lip, lowered his head for some unknown reason, then laughed awkwardly as if thinking of something, "Haha, Junior Brother, this time Sleeping Sword Valley will be rewarding."

In front of Haojia Peak, Wen Chu put him down, and Fei Xing's scabbard was stained with some fine sawdust and oil stains.

"Well," a silver-white long sword appeared in Zhou Yuyue's hand. The blade was sharp and smooth, exuding cold coercion. Upon closer inspection, the sword seemed to have a flowing light, "It's famous frost."

Wen Chuyi knew that this was the saber left by a certain ancestor Feisheng, and praised sincerely, "A good sword is a good sword,"

"By the way, brother, tomorrow I'm going to go on a mission with Brother Fu from Hao Bingfeng." After staying in the sect for the past few months, Wen Chuyi felt that he was about to grow mushrooms, and it happened that Zhou Yuyue had already graduated, so there was no need to send him off Went to Qian School.

"A task?" Zhou Yuyue put away her sword, looked up at Wen Chuyi, her tone was eager to try, "Brother, can you take me there?"

"I've reached the initial stage of body training, at least I can protect myself, and I won't make trouble for you."

"Hmm..." Wen Chuyi wasn't worried about his safety. After all, the protagonist couldn't die so easily. After pondering for a moment, he finally agreed, "Okay, but be careful to follow us closely."

It's good to bring out a lot of knowledge. Wen Chuyi took the brother's mentality as the protagonist's consideration.

But Zhou Yuyue deserves to be the main character. There is nothing to say about her talent. Spiritual roots are the rarest ethereal roots. Breakthrough cultivation is as natural and smooth as breathing, with almost no obstacles. The historical records of this kind of spiritual roots do not exceed even numbers. soared.

Take the Qian Xuetang exam this time as an example. Not only did they pass it once, but they all got almost full marks. Wen Chuyi, who had to retake the exam five times before crossing the line with low scores, admired him.

Back in the day, he clumsily embroidered a rabbit on a handkerchief with an embroidery needle thinner than a flying star. He felt good about himself, but in the end he was judged as unqualified because the embroidered radish was too rough and twisted. ...

On the other hand, the brawny elder brother held a silver needle as thin as a hair with his thick fingers, raised his little finger gracefully, and nimbly embroidered a lifelike peony flower on the handkerchief.

This picture can be perfectly described as "a tiger in my heart, smelling a rose carefully", and this big brother won No.1 without any surprise.

As the last 'student' who graduated and barely passed the exam after five re-examinations, Wen Chuyi received several hateful looks from Ye Cheng.

And all those black histories, except for the rabbit handkerchief that disappeared inexplicably, were all broken under his sword.