Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Wen Chuyi hurried out of the hot spring and walked towards the Palace of Twelve Pillars. Xu Yi and the other four were all wisps of consciousness and could not leave the Palace of Twelve Pillars for a long time, so they stayed there most of the time.

There is no distinction between day and night in the palace, and the only light is the Wanming Lantern that has been burning for several years on the wall. The melting candlelight illuminates the palace brightly. Smiling monks with peaceful faces, they were painted with a layer of gold by the candlelight, adding a touch of vitality.

Wen Chuyi shuttled among them, Venerable Xu Yi told him that at first they had twelve strands of consciousness, but with the passage of tens of millions of years, now only four of them are still relatively strong, and they are still waiting for the prophecy The person who saved the world of forgetting to return came.

"Bah! Scumbag! Didn't he grow old to save you and cause his cultivation to regress!" The voice that used to be as cold as ice is now full of anger, filled with righteous indignation for the poor abandoned man, and deeply I despise the behavior of scumbags.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , "[-] words are too good to describe.

In addition, there were two unhurried page-turning sounds.

When Wen Chuyi found them, he saw Aozhu and Yunliu staring at the books in their hands. When they were emotional, they dropped their hands to the ground angrily. Yunliu, who was always indifferent, reacted the most. She had hammered out a row of pits the size of fists.

Xu Yi and Ting Qing sat across from each other, one of them was smiling, his slender fingers rested on the brightly colored goose yellow book cover, his eyes were full of interest; the other was an old man with white beard and white eyebrows, his facial features twisted his mouth to express disdain, But his gaze honestly fell on the book without any nutritional value.

The four of them stayed in this underwater palace for nearly ten thousand years, unable to go out, and no one came in. There was basically no entertainment equipment, and they were extremely boring. In order to reduce the consumption of spiritual consciousness, they basically returned to sleep in the stone pillar.

Therefore, the many scripts provided by Wen Chuyi in friendship became the second new thing they saw in ten thousand years, and the first was naturally Wen Chuyi himself.

"First day of junior high school, why are you here?" Ao Zhu, who was sitting facing him, was the first to spot him, put down the book in her hand, straightened up slightly, revealing a black and white ball in her arms, "Want to see the ball? "

When the others heard her voice, they put down their books and looked at Wen Chuyi. The script is certainly interesting, but Wen Chuyi is more important.

After getting along for almost a year, Wen Chuyi became a lot more familiar with these people, he waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I just came to ask Grandpa Xuyi a question."

He also didn't expect that the egg he summoned turned out to be Ao Zhu's child. This one-in-a-million coincidence, just like the mysterious bead in his body was the key to open the gate of this palace, coincidentally made him a little creepy. It was as if there was a pair of invisible big hands controlling all of this behind him.

The thought flashed by, and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Yi heard that he came to look for him, his white beard curled up, and he stood up shaking his old legs, "What's the problem, tell me."

"Do you know Yitingxiang?"

"Yitingxiang... Let me think about it." Xu Yi frowned, and unconsciously stroked his white beard with his hand, "Yitingxiang is the name of a race. The fragrance is highly poisonous, and only those with destiny can be immune to it, and they have another name - the ultimate cauldron."

"Double practice with them once, and the cultivation base can be raised to a small level. One can imagine the consequences of their race."

"But," Wen Chuyi frowned, "Didn't you say that their blood is highly poisonous, and only certain people can be immune, so what's the use of them capturing Yi Tingxiang?"

He glanced at him in vain, and he really was a kid in his twenties, "Driven by huge interests, even if it is poisonous, it can be turned into non-toxic. Thousands of Danxiu researched day and night, and finally came up with a prescription. I remember using medicinal baths... It's a pity that Yi Ting Xiang's family was wiped out like this."

Seeing the young man's complexion was gloomy, he coughed, "Cough, but it is not ruled out that the descendants of a family of fragrant blood will return to their ancestors. Maybe they are still living quietly in a corner of Wanggui Realm."

"Hmm..." Wen Chuyi lowered his eyes, and the dusty face of the young man in snow appeared in his mind, the cauldron furnace, the extermination of the clan... It turned out that he still carried such a heavy identity, and it was really not easy to be the protagonist.

The atmosphere suddenly froze. They didn't know why Wen Chuyi asked Yi Tingxiang, and what was the reason for it. Seeing his serious face, they didn't want to ask too much, so they could only stare wide-eyed.

The one who broke the stagnant atmosphere was Yun Liu who concentrated all his attention on the storybook, a strong disgust appeared on his beautiful and cold face, his slender five fingers clenched his fist, and smashed it hard to the ground, "Go to the dog man!" die!"

Yunliu's voice seemed to have its own speaker in the quiet and empty palace, and the effect was deafening. It shocked everyone, and they all looked at her.

Ao Zhu flipped through the book in Yunliu's hand, and after reading this book herself, she immediately nodded in agreement, "If you don't abide by male virtues, your dick will be broken!" Then he sighed, "Whether girls or boys must love themselves first , There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, as long as they are well maintained, will they not be soaked?"

After speaking, his eyes turned around the faces of the people, and finally fell on Xu Yi.

Xu Yi noticed her gaze, his beard stroking hands trembled slightly, and he hid a beard that was torn off by mistake and carried it behind his back, feeling a little offended, he stared back at her with wide eyes,

"What do you look at? When I was young, I was also a handsome, unrestrained and suave guy. Don't look at my skin is wrinkled now. When I was young, I stayed up late like the first day of junior high school without dark circles!"

Inexplicably distorted the atmosphere, and was suddenly named, Wen Chuyi raised his hand and touched his face when he heard the words, it was indeed smooth and firm, but he felt that this was largely due to the elixir given to him by Venerable Fanhua, " Don’t dare to act, dare not act, I am in this state because I took the Youth Invincible Liangli Pill.”

And just after he said the name, the air suddenly fell silent...

"Well, I remember that this is Xiaohua's treasured medicine, have you met?" Ting Qing heard the name, a little smile appeared in his eyes, and he rested his chin in one hand, spreading the blue robe casually on the ground.

"Xiaohua... is the Venerable Fanhua?" Wen Chu Yichi asked, did the Venerable Fanhua know them?

"Hmph, besides that girl, who else would come up with this name, hand." Xu Yi raised his chin at Wen Chuyi, motioning for him to extend his hand.

Xuyi has done this action many times. Wen Chuyi always thought he was checking the absorption of those elixirs, but now it seems that it is not the case. He stretched out his hand, "Youth, Invincible, and Liangli Pills have other names." ?”

"That's natural," Xu Yi guessed that Fan Hua hadn't told Wen Chuyi the truth, and said while checking, "I told you once that a monk can ascend to the God Realm by ascension, and the elixir you took was brought from there by Fan Hua. , As for the effect... Anyway, it is a good thing to save life."

"Yes, Xiao Hua is not willing to eat it herself." Ao Zhu held Eggy, stared at Wen Chuyi's face, tears of envy flowed down from the corner of her mouth.

"Does she have many caves..." Yun Liu paused for a moment, thinking for a while, "Strange things?"

"Whether the Spike Pendulum and the Bouncing Hole count?" Wen Chuyi still remembered that Venerable Fanhua said that there are old stubborn people who don't understand the joy of those exciting projects, and his eyes swept around the four of them. People from the God Realm?"

"Hmm," the young man in Tsing Yi's voice was like flowing water, and he didn't cough anymore, "Xiaohua's hobby is really special, and she ran out because she was not allowed to make those little things back then."

Wen Chuyi: Okay, the old stubbornes are hammered.

After getting the answer, Wen Chuyi didn't stay long, until he returned to his room, he was still a little dizzy.

The identity of the younger brother, as well as the origins of Youth Invincible Liangliwan and Venerable Fanhua, the impact of a lot of information made him a little dizzy, so he was about to do other things to divert his attention, and he took out a fist-sized golden bead from the space.

After a year of refinement, the Dragon Ball has finally changed from the size of a basketball to the size of a fist. As for other parts of the dragon body... Wen Chuyi always feels that nothing is right, especially when he sees the dragon ball holding the ball every day. Egg of the golden dragon himself.

Leaving aside these messy emotions, Wen Chuyi took a deep breath and focused on the Dragon Balls. Now a year has passed before he will break through the Golden Core, and he doesn't know how long it will take until his cultivation level reaches the Great Perfection they require.

……

"... holding the nine heavens in your hand, howling the wind and whipping the thunder, and being able to use your wisdom..." Yun Liu corrected Wen Chuyi's gestures, "Stretch the middle finger, and bend the ring finger and little finger in the palm of your hand."

Although Yunliu is a thunder phoenix, she is born with thunder and lightning, but she is very inquisitive. It is because she has developed a thunder method that monks can use. Of course, the premise is that she has a thunder root.

Wen Chuyi's comprehension is very high. With the passage of time, the lightning that is as thin as a gossamer has been able to become larger and smaller according to his will, and he has realized different shapes of thunder in the practice. Ten people gathered around the thick and thin thunder The pillars can be scattered into a thunder net hundreds of feet wide.

Wen Chu's face was scorched black, Zi'er was leaking electricity, with a beautiful big wave on his head, spit out a mouthful of black smoke faintly, turned his face to see the four people who came to visit him, all wearing the same big wave, couldn't help smiling evilly :

As expected of me.

……

"It's not fast enough," said the weak and beautiful woman in the teaching, as if she was a different person. She stood upright and folded a bamboo branch into a sword to demonstrate to Wen Chuyi.

The brittle bamboo branches attacked Wen Chuyi, and his movements were like fog and shadows, making it impossible to judge where his next move would fall. The bamboo forest ran wild.

Although Ting Qing held an ordinary bamboo branch, Ting Qing's swordsmanship was unstoppable. Drawing Wen Chuyi was like drawing a spinning top. During that time, Wen Chuyi turned around and left as soon as he saw him. When he saw the bamboo, his conditioned reflex began to hurt.

In order not to be beaten again, Wen Chu spent the first night dreaming about practicing swords. He practiced swords until he forgot to sleep and eat, and finally mastered the Wuying sword. In addition, he himself learned a lot of sword skills in miscellaneous ways, and slowly figured out a little bit. Belong to their own swordsmanship.

Ting Qing is definitely a very good swordsmanship teacher, whether it is guiding Wen Chuyi to find out his own swordsmanship, or giving his precious advice when Wen Chuyi named his swordsmanship, "It's better to call it" Let’s start with the first sword.”

Wen Chuyi was very moved and refused.

……

Just finished a hundred years of retreat, Wen Chuyi met four seniors, and fought one by one, consolidating the realm of Dzogchen. Lei scalded into a big wave full of exotic styles.

He opened the notebook on the table and looked at the handwriting on it. Didn't he realize that a thousand years have passed, and the outside world should have passed three years by now.

He should go back too.

The author has something to say:

Ting Qing (soft): How about calling it Chuyi Sword?

Wen Chuyi: ... I suspect that you are scolding me, but there is no evidence