You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

The golden crow is gradually sinking, and the twilight is dim.

Mo Chenyuan fled out of the Lingling Palace, his heart seemed to be unable to stay in his chest, and he screamed loudly, as if to firmly remind him that some unusual feelings had already taken root in his heart Germinated, about to bear fruit.

He slowed down for a while, but instead of slowing down his manic heartbeat, he could only force himself to calm down.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and an inexplicable panic spread in his heart.

I don't know how much Sun Youlan saw through his reaction.

Almost subconsciously, he instinctively wanted to lock this little unknown secret in his heart, lock it in a small black box that was never seen, and let it wither and rot inside, so that no one would ever discover it.

If it was before, he would never have demanded himself so harshly, and even personally put such a suffocating shackle on himself.

But now it's different.

Want to be better.

I want to stand beside that person dignifiedly.

Want to be recognized by him.

All kinds of desires that would never have been considered before.The hope is accumulated in my heart, and the charming fantasy is suppressed for life.

Mo Chenyuan turned his head and glanced at the pitch-black plaque of Yanling Palace from a distance, his face was slightly gloomy, and all kinds of emotions in his eyes surged and collided, weaving a net of light and dark, binding him firmly into it.

He clenched his fists silently, his lips were stretched into a straight line, and he gradually moved away from the gate of Yanling Palace step by step.

The mountain wind in the evening was much cooler than in the daytime, and he blew some wind on his face, calming down his complicated mood little by little.

With Sun Youlan's character, even if he catches some clues, he probably won't mention it to outsiders.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Chenyuan's overly violent little heart was finally properly placed back to its original place by him, and his dark eyes were stained a little orange by the setting sun, showing a rare bit of warmth.

Walking along the broken gold road, Mo Chenyuan walked quietly and slowly towards the dormitory. When he passed a lotus pond, he accurately caught a figure in white clothes in the layers of green waves from the corner of his eye.

The old-fashioned man with his hands behind his back, facing the blue waters of the pond, the white clothes silently seemed to blend in with the surrounding scenery.

Mo Chenyuan walked over lightly and coughed lightly.

Lu Qianchuan turned his head when he heard the voice, a little surprised: "Shen Yuan?"

Mo Chenyuan said: "Eldest brother, what are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Remembering the past, Lu Qianchuan slightly turned his head away uncomfortably, and looked away from him: "I didn't think about anything."

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyebrows.

Lu Qianchuan's thoughts turned, and he quickly picked out a topic suitable for the conversation at the moment: "You went to the Lingling Palace, what was the result?"

Mo Chenyuan's expression froze suddenly.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, buckled the simple pattern on it with a little guilt, and said awkwardly: "There is nothing to gain."

Lu Qianchuan sighed softly: "Me too."

The two walked back side by side, Lu Qianchuan raised his head slightly, looked at the endless orange sky, and said with a tone of sigh: "I always think that Shi Nuo would not be the one to do such a thing."

Mo Chenyuan said: "The biggest suspects are Fang Shinuo and Sun Youlan. Yang Kexin, one of the three masters of the Yanling Palace, has been at odds with Hua Wenyue for many years, so it's probably not her."

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "If you exclude Qing Kui, the only thing left is..."

"Why do you want to exclude Liu Qingkui?" Mo Chenyuan interrupted him somewhat meanly, "In Bat Wind Palace, the one closest to Palace Master Qi when he was controlled was Liu Qingkui, and the one next to him and Hua Wenyue on the way back was also Liu Qingkui, why? Just to get rid of him?"

Lu Qianchuan smiled wryly in his heart: "If it wasn't for knowing the plot, I'd probably think of him first."

It was precisely because he knew the plot that he became even more suspicious that someone was behind the scenes and deliberately poured dirty water on Liu Qingkui.

Who is this person?

He had doubts in his heart, and his fingers unconsciously slid across the left brow bone over and over again. No matter how he thought about it, the word Qi Zehua was still lingering in his mind.

If Qi Zehua hadn't been controlled at that time, then everything before was a situation that led them to kill each other.

But this kind of person who said one more word would shake the foundation of the sect, before finding sufficient evidence, no one could rashly stab the suzerain in front of him.

Of course, Mo Chenyuan also thought of this, and said calmly: "Since the elder brother intends to take sides, let's let this matter go for now."

Lu Qianchuan was even more helpless, knowing that this matter could not be explained clearly.

He was silent all the way, making Mo Chenyuan's heart seem to be roasting on the fire. While knowing that he had offended his senior brother no matter how big or small, he also forced the young man's heart to be arrogant. refused to say.

Until the two bid farewell to each other, Mo Chenyuan could not hear another word from the elder brother.

The next day, he went to the conference hall for a meeting with two thick dark circles under his eyes.

When he entered, there were not many people in the hall, and a few disciples he was not familiar with gathered together, and they secretly looked at him from the corner of their eyes after he stepped into the door.

Mo Chenyuan didn't realize it, and picked a secluded corner where they couldn't hear their whispers, and leaned against the wall to sleep.

When everyone was present, Yan Zi'an, who was sitting in the main seat, officially announced that he would accept Mo Chenyuan as his personal disciple.

The rumors of many days were confirmed, and everyone in the hall exploded layer by layer as if they were rippled by a big rock.

Lu Qianchuan stood at the forefront of the disciples, keeping his eyes on his nose, nose and heart all the time, with a calm expression on his face, he neither uttered a sound to stop the noise of the crowd, nor turned to Mo Chenyuan to look at him.

Mo Chenyuan just felt blocked.

The long-cherished wish that he had planned for many years finally came true, but he found that he was not as happy as he imagined.

It seems that the emotions have been completely affected by one person, and everything else is irrelevant.

It didn't work for a long time, the news had already spread among the sect, the disciples who had offended Mo Chenyuan looked at him with shock and fear, and the mouse avoided him like a cat.

In the afternoon of that day, Shen Qingze went to Sanzhuju to look for Mo Chenyuan in high spirits.

He walked around Mo Chenyuan's dormitory, but he didn't see anyone, so he casually picked up a young disciple to question him, and learned that the newly appointed second senior brother was in the small kitchen.

When he arrived, Mo Chenyuan was rolling up his sleeves to deal with the big iron pot.

With a "boom", the iron pan was blown to pieces under his hands.

This scene is really impressive.

Shen Qingze coughed, indicating the purpose of his visit: "Mo...Senior Brother, do you want to have a little gathering with Senior Brother tonight?"

Wanlingzong has been established for nearly a thousand years, and there has never been a precedent for ordinary disciples to be directly promoted to the suzerain's direct disciples, so he is still not used to sudden changes.

Mo Chenyuan wiped off a layer of black smoke from his face, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Shen Qingze frowned: "Drink."

That night, Lu Qianchuan watched helplessly as Shen Qingzedong and Zhang Luoxi planned to arrange his small courtyard to the brim.

He said: "Shen Yuan hasn't officially become a teacher yet, you are..."

Shen Qingze smiled and leaned in front of him, his thin and handsome face made him smile a bit: "Eldest brother, Shen Yuan will soon become your real junior, why don't you express it? "

His appearance reminded Lu Qianchuan of the emoji of chick rubbing hands that he liked for a while in his previous life, and he gave him a meaningful look with a dumbfounded smile.

He was still thinking, why did Shen Qingze come to Mo Chenyuan to celebrate, but now he finally realized: this kid probably coveted the peach blossom wine hidden in his courtyard for a long time.

He dug out all the wine jars that had been brewed by the original owner for an unknown amount of time, and the pleasant aroma of the wine instantly spread throughout the yard.

Pei Churan sniffed, her eyes sparkling: "Eldest brother, you really paid a lot of money!"

His tone contained a layer of meaning that "eldest brother is so kind to Mo Chenyuan". Before Lu Qianchuan could reply, Mo Chenyuan's heart beat faster than expected.

Eldest brother to himself...?

His unrestrained thoughts had just passed through his mind for a moment before he was ruthlessly kicked out by his master.

Mo Chenyuan was afraid that he would lose his composure in public, so he silently recited the Qingxin Jue in his heart, not daring to look up at Lu Qianchuan.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the night is low.

Lu Qianchuan's peach blossom wine was full of fragrance and had enough stamina, but within half an hour, the group of people who were clamoring to celebrate Mo Chenyuan fell asleep and yelled, and some people rolled on the spot.

The corner of Mo Chenyuan's mouth twitched as he sat among a group of drunks, his hand holding the white jade porcelain cup trembled slightly.

He has been immersed in poison since he was a child, even the most poisonous poisons in the world can't hurt him, even a little wine is not worth mentioning.

Lu Qianchuan sat obliquely in front of him, straight and straight, with a cold expression, as if he was the second survivor besides him.

Mo Chenyuan's hand on his knee tightened for a moment.

Lu Qianchuan is a person with an unparalleled magical power. Just looking at him, it is easy to fall into those eyes that are as pale as glass, and drown in them willingly.

Every time he confronts him, his ability to be eloquent is exhausted, and he always says things that make him regret it so much that he can't sleep.

As a result, he now clearly knows that Lu Qianchuan is looking at him, but he doesn't know how to open his mouth to break the deadlock.

Mo Chenyuan rubbed the fabric under his palm, thinking about his words, before he could figure out how to speak, Lu Qianchuan, who was sitting opposite, smiled at him first.

Like a spring breeze blowing, it melted the solid ice he had pretended all day long, and his usually cold eyebrows softened quickly, and there were two hot springs in his pale eyes.

Mo Chenyuan was suffocating, his heart was beating wildly, his tongue seemed to be tied up, and he looked at Lu Qianchuan who was still smiling at him like a statue.

"Eldest brother?" he called out tentatively.

Sitting opposite Lu Qianchuan didn't respond, and was still smiling at him intently. He seemed to regard himself as a portrait famous for his smile, showing his smile to the audience dutifully.

Mo Chenyuan's face was very hot, and his whole body was shrouded in an indescribable anxiety, which made his mind not clear.

He walked over in a daze, pushed away Shen Qingze who had softened into a puddle of mud beside Lu Qianchuan, sat down and looked directly into Lu Qianchuan's eyes.

Those eyes borrowed a little haze from the moonlight, and looked at him vaguely.

"Eldest brother," Mo Chenyuan whispered, "Are you drunk?"

Lu Qianchuan continued to smile quietly, turning a deaf ear to his question.

Mo Chenyuan found that not only his heart, but also his mind and limbs became uncontrollable because of Lu Qianchuan's once-in-a-hundred-year smile, ready to move.

He boldly held Lu Qianchuan's hand, and the sound of heartbeat echoed in his blood.

The two wide sleeves overlapped, and Lu Qianchuan's cold hands were suddenly covered with heat. He tilted his head in confusion, and a soft doubt came out of his throat: "Huh?"

Mo Chenyuan's eyes fell on his well-shaped lips.

Such a stubborn senior brother, but his lips are too soft.

His eyes became dark and deep little by little, and the soft touch when he touched the senior brother's lips in the sea of ​​consciousness last time lingered between his fingers, bewitching him to get closer to this person.

Lu Qianchuan looked very well-behaved after being drunk. He sat quietly, with a glimmer of water in his eyes, watching Mo Chenyuan get closer and closer to him in a daze.

Suddenly there was a smell of alcohol that didn't belong to him on his lips, and it disappeared as soon as he touched it. He caressed his lips in confusion, and there seemed to be Mo Chenyuan's lingering warmth around his fingers.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Lu Qianchuan: Hey, what's a little soft on your lips?

Mo Chenyuan: Senior brother's lips are a little soft (blush)

Nameless: I know everything...

Don't look at some seniors who look good and good on the surface, in fact, there is a future parent hidden in the body (.

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