After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

In the last life, ever since Sheng Zhao had a physical problem, he found that sometimes his behavior was out of control.

For example, when he was bullied, he would not resist, but shrank his body and let him be beaten and scolded.

If Sheng Zhao was not controlled, he would rather die than eat a mouthful of flesh and blood from those fellow disciples who bullied him.

It was precisely because of this that after Sheng Zhao saw Jiang Qianzhou clearly, he couldn't tell Jianzong to terminate the relationship between master and apprentice no matter what.

Not even that damned engagement.

Let alone stay away from Jianzong.

Once he made a move of resistance, Sheng Zhao's body would not be controlled by him to do something contrary to his wishes.

It made Sheng Zhao's situation worse.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Sheng Zhao learned to be good.

He obediently did not resist.

Sheng Zhao asked before, as long as he reached the golden core stage, he could go down the mountain to practice.

Every time he was bullied, he would take the initiative to hide in the corner with his head in his arms, automatically ignoring the pain on his body and the foul language in his ears.

Concentrate on thinking about the progress of daily practice.

He slowly calculated how long it would take for his cultivation to reach Jindan.

Whenever he was free, Sheng Zhao would hide in his small house, practice desperately, and experience the feeling of spiritual energy gathering and disappearing in his body over and over again.

With his face tensed and sweat dripping, he carefully caught the overflowing spiritual energy, and stuffed it into his dantian enduring the pain.

I am very happy to see the accumulation of spiritual power.

He thought, he has reached the foundation building now, as long as he doesn't give up, one day he will be able to break through to the Golden Core.

At that time, he can leave Jianzong.

It doesn't matter where you go.

He can live well with his own cultivation.

will no longer be controlled.

I won't be bullied by anyone again.

Over time, Sheng Zhao lived up to expectations, and his cultivation had climbed to the upper level of the foundation, only one step away from Jindan.

But inexplicably, his cultivation stagnated.

No matter how Sheng Zhao cultivated, his cultivation base remained motionless.

Until one day, he found that his cultivation began to regress.

Sheng Zhao finally panicked.

The Lingshi that Jianzong distributed to Sheng Zhao was taken away every month. He was penniless and could not see a doctor.

He went to beg his senior brother who usually bullied him, Jiang Qianzhou who ignored him, and even his fiancé whom he hadn't met a few times...

Asked everyone.

No one came to rescue him.

Sheng Zhao watched helplessly as his cultivation dropped to the middle level of the foundation building bit by bit. He panicked and forcibly reversed the meridians to lock his cultivation.

Useless.

He was badly wounded and bleeding profusely.

When the dying Sheng Zhao raised his eyes, he saw the lonely and arrogant Yu Anyi in a snow suit.

Before Sheng Zhao could speak, he heard Yu Anyi say, "Why do you have devilish energy?"

Sheng Zhao was stunned, his whole body felt cold.

With all his strength, he got up from the ground, leaned against the back of the wall, and looked at his hands.

clean.

Where did the magic energy come from?

Yu Anyi immediately said: "Senior brother, how can you go into magic for the sake of a shortcut to cultivation?"

The blood in Sheng Zhao's mouth was still flowing, and the blood flowed on the red clothes, melting into a dark red.

He opened his eyes wide, pinched his fingertips, and strongly denied it in disbelief: "I didn't! I wasn't possessed!"

Yu Anyi hated iron but steel: "Senior brother! I can't just sit and watch you go astray. I'm going to tell the elders and tell the master."

Sheng Zhao stretched out his hand to Yu Anyi with the remaining strength, trying to stop Yu Anyi.

Yu Anyi took a few steps back with disgust on his face, for fear that the blood would stain his white clothes.

Sheng Zhao didn't even touch the corner of his clothes, so Yu Anyi left.

He came and left in a hurry, as if he just wanted to inform Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao couldn't move because of the reversed movement of his meridians, he fell to the ground, feeling cold and hurting.

Tears fell from the pain.

He was thinking, what is the use of his hard work for so many years?

Why can Yu Anyi send him back to hell with just a single word, so that he will never recover.

It seemed that his life for the past ten years was like a joke.

In the end, he still couldn't escape...

There is no escape from this dead end.

what.

Sheng Zhao was almost desperate, and Jiang Qianzhou, who was rushed, dragged his arms all the way to Zhuxiantai.

The audience was surrounded by tens of thousands of people, and the dense discussions covered him like a dense net, making him unable to see any hope for life.

No one would believe him, Sheng Zhao thought.

He watched numbly as his fiancé broke the marriage contract with him, and cut off his spiritual veins like punishment.

Under severe pain, he begged Jiang Qianzhou without giving up.

When he was young, Jiang Qianzhou had also given him sincerity.

What if?

The result in exchange was that Jiang Qianzhou skinned him alive and pulled out the spirit bones of his own body.

Before Sheng Zhao fainted, he saw Jiang Qianzhou hand over the spiritual bones to Yu Anyi.

His spiritual bones became Yu Anyi's.

It turned out to be the case.

Sheng Zhao woke up in a sharp pain, it was pitch black, and he was soaked in the water.

It was cold to the bone.

Here is the cold spring.

There was constant pain from the heart, which even overwhelmed the pain in the meridians of the whole body and the spine on the back.

Someone squatted in front of him, watching with interest.

This person called himself Demon Lord, and it was he who caused Sheng Zhao's cultivation to regress, his body was stained with demonic energy, and he even injected Sheng Zhao's heart with odor Gu insects.

Sheng Zhao will die only when the worms eat up his heart.

And all of this was instigated by Yu Anyi.

Because Sheng Zhao had the spiritual bones that Yu Anyi needed.

The reason why Jiang Qianzhou ignored many doubts and did it directly was because Yu Anyi's cultivation had gone wrong and he needed to retrain.

Sheng Zhao's spiritual bone is nothing more than the best.

In the end, Sheng Zhao died in the cold spring that tortured him all his life.

The spiritual bones were stripped, the meridians were cut off, and the heart was left with only an empty shell.

Sheng Zhao thought so far, and followed Tiandao's words again.

It's not difficult to deduce that Yu Anyi was the biggest behind-the-scenes man who fell into such a miserable situation in his last life.

Yu Anyi changed his fate against the sky, took away the fate that belonged to Sheng Zhao, and made Yu Anyi's fate become Sheng Zhao's.

Once fate is fixed, there is no way to resist, which is why Sheng Zhao can't get rid of it no matter what.

In order to keep going, Yu Anyi persecuted him even worse.

Sheng Zhao raised his hand to drink another cup of tea, and let out a slight smile on his lips.

What's ridiculous is that Yu Anyi took his spirit bone and started to retreat. It has been decades and he still hasn't integrated into himself.

After all, it is a waste that steals other people's cultivation.

If it weren't for the preference of Jiang Qianzhou and those people, it would be nothing more than muddy things.

Sheng Zhao picked up a piece of plum blossom petal stuck in his hair, slowly crushed it between his fingers, and dyed it with a little flower juice.

His eyebrows became more and more icy.

If so, what if he takes this favor away?

He wants revenge.

But his hatred is definitely not something that can be resolved simply by the pain of sexual intercourse.

Sheng Zhao thought, the one who bears the brunt of the pain now is his previous master.

He wanted Jiang Qianzhou to experience the feeling of shattered hopes, unrequited love, and scolding by thousands of people.

Even if he himself will face the risk of being dragged into the quagmire by Jiang Qianzhou, he will lose everything he has now.

He is also happy.

-

The tea that Sheng Zhao was sitting in the courtyard was cold, and he returned to his room with a chill in his body.

For the first time, he didn't practice at night, but let himself have a night of nightmares.

Almost trapped in a nightmare.

When he woke up, it seemed that countless hands were still dragging him into the abyss.

He exhaled slowly, sweating profusely.

The corners of the eyes were reddened by the nightmare.

It took a long time for Yubai's fingers, which were tightly gripping the quilt, to loosen.

Sheng Zhao got out of bed and drank his saliva to moisten his dry throat.

When I turned around, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

He paused and walked to the mirror.

I looked at the person in the mirror for a long time.

Sheng Zhao raised his hand to stroke the redness at the end of his eyes.

Only then did he realize that this face was extremely beautiful.

Perhaps, he knows how to win this preference.

-

In the early morning, Sheng Zhao prepared a small gift and climbed up the high mountain that belonged to Yuan Qing Jianzun.

He knocked on the door.

The day's plan is in the morning, and Jiang Qianzhou is practicing sword.

But I heard that my disciple came to report that Sheng Zhao was waiting outside.

He turned the edge of his sword, and then swung the sword again, the movement did not stop.

Jiang Qianzhou frowned coldly, "Let him wait."

The disciple in Tsing Yi hurried out to tell Sheng Zhao: "Junior brother, Master Jian is practicing sword, please wait for a while."

Before the words fell, another person walked out of the gate.

It was Lu Jing who hurried over upon hearing Sheng Zhao's arrival: "Junior brother."

Sheng Zhaoben leaned against the tree and waited boredly. Hearing the sound, he raised his face and smiled, with a flash of amusement in his eyes: "I see, thank you."

He nodded slightly again, and shouted, "Senior Brother Lu."

He is good looking and has a good smile.

The black pupils were shining brightly, the red lips were slightly hooked, and she only smiled faintly, flamboyant and youthful vigor mixed together.

Eye-catching.

Lu Jing shook his head, and hurriedly lowered his eyes: "You don't have to wait outside, you follow me in and wait inside."

"By the way, use some food."

Sheng Zhao's knuckle-boned fingers were pinching a white jade box, he played with it, and put it away: "Okay."

The seniors have always been warm to the younger ones, each with one chopstick, which made Sheng Zhao almost unable to finish eating.

In the end, it was stuffed with a bunch of spiritual fruits.

Sheng Zhao put it away as usual, leaving only one to chew slowly. He ate very slowly, taking small bites.

It's like two people with him who usually eats and eats.

Didn't Jiang Qianzhou tell him to wait, then wait.

Let's see who can't wait.

Sheng Zhao finished eating slowly, and Jiang Qianzhou had been waiting for a long time.

When he walked in, he met Shang Jiang Qianzhou with a cold and dark gaze.

Annoyed.

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I offended Jian Zun yesterday, I hope Jian Zun forgives me."

He took out the white jade box and stretched out his hand: "No, I apologize."

This attitude does not seem to be an apology at all.

Jiang Qianzhou was angry at first, looking at Sheng Zhao's smiling face, his eyes seemed to be falling like stars.

Before he could react, he took it and opened it.

Inside the jade box is the rare Restoration Pill, which is suitable for monks who have just left the customs to consolidate their cultivation.

And Jiang Qianzhou was leaving the customs not long ago.

Jiang Qianzhou entered the mustard space, his face softened a little: "You have a heart."

The anger in his heart eased a little, after he had taught Sheng Zhao yesterday in the confinement room, he saw Sheng Zhao's sword skills, because he cherished his talent in his heart, he didn't want to offend Sheng Zhao aggressively.

After all, the lives of one or two disciples are not worth his attention.

Jiang Qianzhou thought, it's just that the anger is gone, but there is a lot of sympathy in his heart, Sheng Zhao is too arrogant.

Relying on a bit of talent, he does things presumptuously.

Thinking back to his little apprentice Yu Anyi, he was also a generation of arrogance when he was young, but he was never arrogant.

From the beginning to the end, he was dedicated to the Tao and asked for advice with an open mind.

I'm afraid it's not voluntary to apologize to him now.

Jiang Qianzhou asked: "Did your master ask you to come?"

He went to ask the rest of the monks yesterday, and learned that Sheng Zhao was the only apprentice under the seat of Immortal Wuwang.

Although Wu Yu is cold-tempered, he should have a lot of courtesy. Sheng Zhao should be apologetic after being taught by Wu Yu.

Sheng Zhao didn't respond, thinking how could his master put Jiang Qianzhou in his eyes?It's a big face.

He just snorted coldly, looking forced, trying to misunderstand Jiang Qianzhou on purpose.

Jiang Qianzhou sneered: "Wu Wang has always valued etiquette the most, how could he teach a disciple like you who doesn't know the rules?"

The implication is that Wuwang Immortal Venerable is just a false name.

Sheng Zhao also laughed, his eyes extremely cold: "How did my master teach me, and what are you doing?"

He pretended to be angry, turned around and left.

Sheng Zhao counted silently in his heart, one, two, three——

Jiang Qianzhou said: "I heard that you know how to use the Windless Sword?"

"If you really want to satisfy your master, you can draw your sword and demonstrate it now, and I won't care about it anymore."

Sheng Zhao smiled.

Turning around, he looked angry, he raised his chin, and said word by word: "You are deceiving people too much."

Jiang Qianzhou kept a cold face and said nothing.

It's clear that I want to stick to the end.

Sure enough, Sheng Zhao drew his sword after all.

Jiang Qianzhou clenched the white jade box in his hand.

Windless Sword, when the sword is drawn, the sword intent condensed on the tip of the sword pierces out instantly, and the sword intent moves with the wind and blends into the surrounding environment.

It will not show its figure until it encounters an enemy.

This sword technique is ingenious here, the enemy will not be able to detect where the sword will be, and will strike from where quietly.

From the avenue to simplicity, the sword intent is hidden in the void.

The young man in red restrained his anger, he drew his sword and immediately drew it.

The thin white fingertips grasped the hilt of the sword, until the blue veins under the skin and flesh appeared between the wrists.

He looked pitifully thin.

Sheng Zhao used all his strength, but when he swung his sword, it was flat.

With a smile, very casual.

The surroundings have not changed at all, and the breeze outside the window is blowing in slowly.

It was as if Sheng Zhao didn't even move.

Jiang Qianzhou stared fixedly at the flamboyant red in the backlight.

It wasn't until the sword intent reached his eyes and revealed his figure that he hastily drew his sword to resist.

Even lost, half a step back.

Jiang Qianzhou didn't pay much attention, for the first time there was another look on his face, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Sheng Zhao.

The darkness in the eyes gradually sinks.

The Windless Sword is flocked to by countless arrogances in the world.

But no one can learn this style.

This is Jiang Qianzhou's century-old knot.

Because even Yu Anyi, Jiang Qianzhou's most beloved disciple back then.

Also failed to comprehend half of it.