Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

After Fu Xuandao left, the hall gradually returned to tranquility.

The young man was tired after playing for a day, and he opened his tired eyes looking for something to indulge him in.

But how monotonous is the inside of the hall?The cold slate and the hard tea table made the young man frown.Only the futon that had been kneeled down was left to make the young people resist.

Looking at the figure around him, the young man's eyes moved, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

As soon as Wen Zhaoxi put down the teacup, he felt his legs sink, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were half closed.

If it is unpredictable, it is obviously impossible.Even when the young man just had the idea of ​​taking a nap, the other party's every move was already slowed down a thousand times.

He waited quietly, even watching the young man pillow on his lap.

Xu lay on his face, his face was a little cold.He looked dazedly at the Taoist robe under his pillow from the corner of his eye.The Taoist robe was originally white, until it gradually turned black at the end of the garment, and on top of the black, black and silver were intertwined and embroidered.

He touched the silver thread with his hand, the silver thread was extraordinary, its luster was like a star and it was sharp, and the aura was surging on it.

Wen Zhaoxi lowered his eyes to look at the side face of the young man.The young man stroked the lines, his eyelashes lowered.

Xu Chaoqi traced the lines on the Taoist robe with his fingertips, thinking drowsily in his heart.

[Senior brother's Taoist robe is really good, I'm afraid it must be of high quality.Senior brother has developed, I may be able to use a mysterious magic weapon in the future, and throw a mysterious magic weapon...]

He thought about it, and when he fell asleep, the corners of his lips were curved.

As the dusk deepened, Wen Zhaoxi looked down at the young man on his lap. He was motionless. If the afterglow reflected outside the window was getting farther and farther away, people might mistakenly think that time is still.

The young man should have smelled the breath of the person closest to him, he slept soundly and peacefully, a thin layer of sweat formed on his temples, and his cheeks were slightly red.

On the knees is the warm body temperature of the young man, accompanied by the sound of breathing in silence, confirming the freshness of a life.

Wen Zhaoxi reached out to pick up the young man's temple hair sticking to his face and pinned it behind his ears.His movements are very light, like thin feathers, as if the opponent would be broken with a little more strength.

"Xiao Yao..." he murmured softly.

Xu Chaoqi had a dream, which was exactly what happened to him recently.

He died, died of thunder disaster.

Ordinary people often die from the catastrophe of building a foundation to Jindan, Jindan to Yuanying, but he died in a small thunder disaster: from the early Jindan to the middle Jindan.

In the dream, under the dark clouds, he stood on the top of the mountain, his robes rattling.

The thunder illuminated the mountain, and it was like daylight for a moment.

As the thunder fell, he seemed to know something.For the last time, he looked in the direction of Zongmen.

It's a pity that the gust of wind had already blown his hair crown away, and the ink scattered down, covering his sight, and then disappeared.

"Brother..." There was an inaudible voice in the air, mixed with sourness.

I don't know how long it took, but he seems to be able to hear the voice?The blank world has a vague shadow and gradually becomes clear.

When he regained consciousness, he was standing alone in the noisy market, people passing by him, his eyes changed from blank to confused to clear.

He was resurrected, and he was resurrected in the marketplace.

He subconsciously ran.He is looking for someone, although he doesn't know where the other person is.

The unfamiliar words and scenery made him realize that he had been dead for many years.

His steps slowed down.

The red clothes are tattered, which is the trace of being struck by lightning.The cool wind stimulated his nascent skin, and bursts of cold penetrated into his body.

As the feeling of hunger came, he realized that his body had become a mortal body, and just a slight twist could leave red marks.

He clutched his stomach and wandered the streets blankly.

The weather was slightly cold, and he took a breath of hot air into his hands.Looking at the light in the palm of his heart, he finally had some light in his eyes.

Fortunately, his cultivation is still there.

In the evening, the setting sun is like a dandelion.

He leaned on the wall tiredly, his eyes dizzy from hunger.

At this moment, the waiter from the nearby tea shop ran over when he saw him from afar.

The waiter in the shop looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes revealed surprise.He looked at the other person clutching his stomach and smiled.

The shop waiter waved to him politely: "Guest officer, why don't you just sit here and listen for a while? The shop has just opened, so you can give me a hand. You can drink all the tea and pastries when the time comes."

He raised his eyes, seeing that the tea shop in front of him was really deserted, so he nodded.

He was sitting outside the tea shop, holding a rough pastry in both hands, chewing big mouthfuls, his cheeks were stuffed, and at the same time listening to the storyteller in the tea shop.

Perhaps the business of the tea shop was too bleak, the storyteller didn't plan to talk about old books, he found another way, and talked about the secrets of the 27th realm recently.

He patted Xingmu, lowered his voice to the servants, and said vividly: "Everyone has heard of the famous Wu family in the east, middle and lower regions, right?"

As soon as these words came out, many people gathered around, some of them wanted to hear the secret, and some of them saw the beautiful young man in the corner and wanted to get closer to the beauty.

"Who hasn't heard of this!" Someone responded.

"The Wu family is one of the four great aristocratic families in the east, middle and lower realms. The second lady of the Wu family has also been engaged to the young master of the realm since childhood!"

The storyteller saw that the atmosphere was getting better, and immediately hit the rails while it was hot: "That's true! It stands to reason that the Wu family is so prominent, and the future young master's wife must be unusual. But who would have thought that the young master of the Wu family would actually fall in love with an ordinary foundation-builder?" woman!"

"Ah?" Everyone exclaimed.

Xu Chaoqi also became interested. He gnawed on the pastry and leaned forward slightly.

The storyteller smiled triumphantly, lowering his voice even lower.

"It is said that the young master fell in love with the woman at first sight, but at that time the woman already had a fiancé."

"ah!"

"But how could the young master let go? So he bought off his fiancé with ten high-grade spirit stones and a black-grade weapon, and let him let go.

The fiancé is also a person who forgets righteousness when he sees money, and immediately divorced the engagement as soon as he got the magic weapon of the spirit stone.

Later, the girl was caught by the young master and put under house arrest. She was forced to marry him all day long and became the young master's wife.

If the woman is unwilling, the young master perseveres.What high-grade spirit stones, foundation-building pills, and mysterious-grade spirit-gathering pills are given to women free of charge.Not to mention countless mysterious robes and even earthly robes..."

Xu Chaoqi was biting the pastry, there was light flickering in the bottom of his eyes, and his fingertips moved.

The woman is really pitiful, if he encounters this, he will...

He stayed with the young master, and then used the money the young master gave him to support his senior brother and buy spiritual grass and spiritual materials for his senior brother.

He chewed the pastry humbly, and the pastry tasted delicious.

"The girl escaped, and the young master mobilized the forces of the Wu family to search every corner of the East, Middle and Lower Realms, and finally captured the girl."

As the storyteller was talking, the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark.

A ray of cool wind blows away the dryness, and everyone feels comfortable physically and mentally.

A guest looked up at the dark clouds above his head, and the cool air woke him up instantly. He exclaimed in a low voice, "How can it get dark so early!"

Someone laughed and said: "Look at this dark cloud, maybe some powerful one is here to catch the escaped little wife!"

Everyone laughed, ate cakes, and listened to the storyteller's stories. The wind became stronger and the fallen leaves were blown up.

Xu Chaoqi bit the pastry, although he was thinking how great it would be if he were the person in the story, but he just thought about it and never took it seriously.

As the weather got colder, the people in the tea shop realized something was wrong.They were sweating profusely, their hearts seemed to be caught by something, and they couldn't even lift their arms.

The storyteller wiped off the sweat on his head with great effort. He frowned, stopped telling the story, and looked towards the sky.

When Xu Chaoqi felt the coercion, his mind suddenly became clear, and the sense of crisis made him tense up.

At some point, the entire street was silent, except for the sound of the wind and the sound of shallow footsteps.

The footsteps were very slow, the man was getting closer and closer to him, Xu's scalp was numb, he had never been so nervous, and he couldn't guess the other party's cultivation.

His nerves became more and more tense, and the sound of the other party's footsteps became more and more clear.

Until the opponent was only half a foot away from him, he finally stopped, and there was no sound.

After half a moment, he closed his eyes and turned around to salute.

"I've seen immortals..."

"Xiao Yao..." Before he arrived, his deep and quiet voice seemed to follow his soul straight into his mind with a slightly inaudible hoarseness.

Xu Chao raised his fingertips and trembled, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes to look up.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly at first, as if there was a layer of fog separating him, but after the fog cleared, he could see clearly.

His eyelashes fluttered, and even though the other person looked unfamiliar, even though he was countless years older than the person in his memory, he still recognized him at a glance.

"Brother." His nose was sour, and his voice was a little hoarse.

When Xu Chaoqi woke up, it was already dark.

He sat up slowly covering his drowsy head, and the clothes covering his body slipped off.

He looked down and saw that it was his brother's Taoist robe, with silver ink embroidery patterns and sandalwood fragrance.

A fresh scent wafted through the air, and Xu moved his nose, feeling hungry.

He lifted the Taoist robe, and the cold wind outside made him shiver, so he put the Taoist robe on his body and stood up.The Taoist robe is a bit heavy, and I don't know how the senior brother usually drags it to walk with the wind.

He walked out, but unfortunately the tail of his black clothes was too long and dragged on the floor.

Smelling the smell, he came to the side hall, and the senior brother just rolled up his sleeves and brought the fish to the table.

The fish was very familiar, and it was the one he had vowed to do this afternoon.

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He blushed slightly.

But fortunately, he has been doing this kind of thing since he was a child, his face is always red, and his thickness is really thick.As long as he doesn't mention it, it can be treated as if it didn't happen.

He sat in front of the table, and when his brother picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, he couldn't wait to grab a bite of the meat.

As soon as the chopsticks entered the fish, he found that the so-called thorns had been shaved off.

Xu raised his eyes and called out "Senior Brother" happily.

At night, Xu Chaoqi didn't want to go to bed early, so he dragged Wen Zhaoxi's sleeves all the way to Zangshu Pavilion.

Zangshu Pavilion contains more than [-]% of the exercises in the world.

Xu Chaoqi didn't understand, as soon as he entered the Library Pavilion, the towering bookshelves were reflected in his pupils, his lips were slightly parted, and he browsed the collection of books closest to him in surprise.

There are many kinds of books, and the covers are glowing with gold.

Xu Chaoqi walked from left to right, only to see the methods of mind, sword and sword printed on the book cover...

Seeing that the other party was interested, Wen Zhaoxi turned and left after a smile appeared in his eyes, but the slender figure of the young man was still under his consciousness.

Xu Chao first flipped through the sword technique for a moment, he frowned, shook his head for a while, and put the book back.

He took another mind book, and this time he only read two pages before putting it back.

He walked along the bookshelves, looked at the titles, and picked out the books he liked.He flipped through two more books, but still only read a few pages.

This time he didn't choose randomly, but carefully examined the title of the book.After browsing four or five bookshelves in a row, he raised his head and glanced upwards, his eyes lit up immediately.

Young people should have picked their favorite books.

Wen Zhaoxi was writing the sword technique while paying attention to the young man's movements with his divine sense.

I saw the young man lying in the corner holding a newly picked book.Although the light is dim, it does not affect the interest of the young people.

The more young people look at it, the more serious they become, and they devote themselves to it wholeheartedly.

The Zangshu Pavilion is very quiet, only the rustling of pens being written and the sound of pages being turned.

The lights flickered, the night was already deep, and the cicadas outside stopped singing.

The corner was still dim, and at some point, the young man fell asleep.The old yellowed book was lifted and covered the young man's chest, the young man's eyelashes were raised, and the sound of breathing was slow and even.

The sound of slight footsteps gradually approached, and the shadow covered the thin figure of the young man.

The youth is tired from studying, and his brows and eyes are more tired.

The shadow bent slightly and hugged the young man up.

The book that was originally covering the young man's chest slipped and fell to the ground with a "snap", and the pages closed.

Wen Zhaoxi glanced down, only to see four words printed on the paper.

"Secrets of Acacia"

Wen stopped day and night, and there was a dead silence around him.