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

Lu Qianchuan handed the letter back to Yan Zi'an silently, and said solemnly: "The Sword Discourse Arena will not be open for three days. If you wait until the competition is over before going to Luofeng City, there may be many accidents."

Yan Zian said: "This is also what Feng Yi and I were worried about. But none of the disciples who went to Luofeng City returned, and we don't know anything about the situation in the city. If we go rashly, I'm afraid..."

It seems that they have already thought of what he thought of, Lu Qianchuan pursed his lips, and a strange sense of uncertainty suddenly rose in his heart. I don't know if it was the panic caused by the changes in the plot of Luofeng City, or the fear of parting ways with Mo Chenyuan. repel.

While he was hesitating, [-]'s calm system voice suddenly jumped out: [Key plot task detected: Investigate Luofeng City.May I ask if the host will receive the task immediately? 】

Lu Qianchuan and [-] had been friendly for two years, and it was the first time that he heard such a tactful question from the elder brother's voice.

He said, "Can it be delayed?"

[-] replied in a straight-forward manner: [The task collection deadline: five days later.If the task is not claimed within the time limit, the system will force the host to claim the task, please prepare the host. 】

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

He shouldn't have hoped for [-].

Yan Zi'an thought about it, and said: "You go back first, I'll discuss it with Feng Yi and the others."

It was a while before Lu Qianchuan left Yan Zi'an's room, then he suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell him about meeting Luo Huayin in the secret realm.

He turned around and looked at Yan Zi'an's room for a while, thinking of Yan Zi'an's worried look, he touched the scar on his eyebrow, and thought: "Let's wait a few days to talk about this."

What's more, Luo Huayin appeared strangely, even if he reported it, he still couldn't explain why the majestic demon king appeared in the secret realm of the Sword Discussion Conference.

If I had to say something... Lu Qianchuan touched his face, thinking of Luo Huayin's expression when he looked at his face, and thought: "Could it be that he fell in love with my face at first sight and wanted to take it back as a male favorite?"

Although the idea is absurd, it is not impossible.

Luo Huayin was a reckless person, and he could do anything out of the ordinary. Moreover, Lu Qianchuan still remembered that two years ago in the Bat Wind Palace, that guy looked at his face as if he saw some high-end toy.

The memory of that time flooded into his mind, and he shivered for no reason, feeling a bit chilly in the warm spring day.

Three days later, the Sword Discourse Arena opened as scheduled, and outstanding disciples from various sects walked in one after another, chatting and laughing.

Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi still couldn't bear to throw this group of proud sons of heaven directly into a so-called dead city for practice, so they first sent two teams of experienced and slightly older people to explore the way, Qin Yufeng and Xuecheng's deputy The city lord took it recklessly, and waited for them to find out some news before sending Lu Qianchuan and the others to gain experience.

[-] There are only two days left in the given time limit. It is impossible for Lu Qianchuan to say that he is not in a hurry, but he can't say so, he can only suppress the urgency in his heart, pretend to be mixed in with the disciples, and be his The flowers of Gaoling are full of stars.

Shen Qingze and Liu Qingkui were making jokes, Pei Churan and Fang Shinuo were reminding each other of the precautions for a while, it seemed that no one had noticed that there was already an undercurrent surging under the calm surface of the big brother.

... and it just seems.

Mo Chenyuan didn't know when he touched his side, and his lips were about to stick to his ear: "Eldest brother, what's on your mind?"

Lu Qianchuan, who was wandering in the sky, was taken aback, and gave him a glare unconsciously.

Mo Chenyuan coughed lightly, and in his heart he thought that the senior brother's staring eyes are so cute, and said in a low voice, "Are you worried about Luofeng City?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded indiscriminately: "I'm always a little uneasy."

Mo Chenyuan said: "Now there is no news at all, don't worry so much."

Lu Qianchuan thought: "It's because I don't have any news that I'm so restless."

This plot is so important that once he feels a little trouble, he can be alert like a rabbit.

Because he didn't know anything, he couldn't judge the next plot trend.

Because he didn't know anything, he had no way of knowing what the fate of him and Mo Chenyuan would be after Luofeng City.

Because he didn't know anything, he couldn't predict... If Mo Chenyuan really fell from the cloud into the mud, what would happen to him under the heavy blow.

He has been thinking about it for the past few days, and the three big characters Mo Chenyuan seem to be burning in his mind, disturbing and lingering.

The worries in his heart quickly piled up into two clouds, weighing heavily on his heart, but the Sword Discussion Conference would not stop at all because of his worries. After everyone entered the arena, Lu Fengyi immediately announced the start of the competition.

Forty disciples stood on each of the twenty sword-discussion platforms, each eyeing their opponents fiercely.

Because the number of the sword competition was randomly determined, Lu Qianchuan was the most powerful, but still ranked behind, so he could only watch the crowd fighting and killing on the stage with a feeling of boredom and sorrow.

... It's not that he was targeting a certain one, these forty brothers really didn't care.

He has been staying in Wanlingzong all the time. His master and uncle are all masters among the masters, and his brothers are all amazing talents with extraordinary talents. He almost forgot about the favorable environment. Ordinary people looking behind their necks.

The forty monks were of different ages. There were middle-aged men with beards and handsome young men who were about the same age as them. Lu Qianchuan glanced over and easily saw that these forty monks were all hard-working players with solid basic skills.

But that's all.

Their every move is very stable, so that the fight on the field has been very stable, and the gap between the two opponents is not too big.

The more this is the case, the easier it is for the crowd to lose interest.

Lu Qianchuan looked around for a while, and sure enough, many people showed dispirited expressions.

The Sword Discussion Conference is held every four years. Perhaps the players on the field feel that this is the most important occasion for them to show their strength in the past four years. Their efforts for four years or more are all to stand out in this competition and win the recognition of others. appreciation.

They are on the court, they are hearty, desperate to show their best side, to play their best skills.

The people outside the arena were whispering and talking, and few people paid attention to the forty monks.

When the last group finished the competition, a deputy city lord of Syracuse, who was the referee, rang the gong, indicating that this round of competition was over and the contestants in the next round were ready.

The forty contestants praised each other a few words and lined up to step off the stage.

The onlookers were still talking and laughing, and no one seemed to notice that a group of people had finished their presentation.

Amidst the noise of pearls and jade, Lu Qianchuan clapped his hands expressionlessly.

Everyone thought they were talking in low voices, and a group of people talking in low voices merged into a sea of ​​noise. Lu Qianchuan's abrupt applause was quickly drowned in the noise, and no one even noticed except the people around him This abrupt voice.

Mo Chenyuan only glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and clapped together with his applause.

Shen Qingze, Fang Shinuo, and the others sat a little far away, somehow aware of the movement here, Fang Shinuo and Liu Qingkui didn't think too much, and applauded together as if answering a call, Pei Churan and Shen Qingze were confused and looked blankly. Glancing at them and then at Lu Qianchuan, he didn't say anything, and joined the weak applause team.

Lu Qianchuan may not be conspicuous alone, but with a few disciples of Wanlingzong, those who are interested will naturally notice.

Gradually, the venue first divided into small areas and applauded, and finally, the entire venue was flooded with applause.

Yan Zian, who was sitting in the main seat, gave a gratified smile calmly.

Lu Fengyi was still out of shape, he twisted his body and leaned into Yan Zi'an's ear: "It's really amazing."

In just three days, Yan Zi'an had heard this sentence countless times.

The smile in his eyes was even wider, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Amid the warm applause, Lu Qianchuan clearly saw a middle-aged man wipe his face when he stepped off the stage.

His expression was calm, as if he was not the one who took the palm just now, he continued to look at it calmly.

Mo Chenyuan withdrew his hand, and suddenly said: "Worthy of respect?"

Lu Qianchuan said, "Yes."

Mo Chenyuan turned to look at him, with a bit of puzzlement on his face: "Why?"

Lu Qianchuan said: "People who persist are respectable."

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyebrows: "But if they are not obsessed with this, they may be able to make some achievements in other areas."

What he didn't say was: just because they insisted on a wrong path, they were destined to be mediocre in this life.

Lu Qianchuan didn't want to argue with him on this philosophical issue, he just said: "Maybe. Maybe a road goes dark, and their final gains are not as good as those who just stepped on this road, or maybe they gave up some of what they could have gained because of this. Things, it can be said to be like throwing away watermelon and picking up sesame seeds.”

"Such people are not smart, they can even be said to be stupid, but they are so stupid that people admire them."

When Lu Qianchuan said this, Mo Chenyuan disagreed, but he didn't continue to argue.

Because he knows that there are many smart people in this world, as well as many fools, and there are also many people who choose to be fools despite being smart.

For example, Yan Zi'an.

For example, Lu Qianchuan.

They have always been the proud sons of heaven that are admired by all. As long as they want to, fame, prestige, money and connections, everything in the world is at their fingertips.

But they choose to abide by the broken rules, honestly frame themselves in the frame, and often do some troublesome things for this reason.

This has never been in line with his life philosophy of Mo Chenyuan.

But he chose to respect this philosophy of life.

Just like when he was 16 years old, he swore that he would choose to respect the elder brother unconditionally, no matter whether the elder brother would disagree with himself in the future.

There is no other reason, but at that time he suddenly discovered that this person is cute when he is serious, cute when he is serious, and even cute when he is pretending to be cold and bluffing.

It seemed a bit weird to describe a grown man like this, so he dared not tell anyone about these secret little thoughts.

Only in the dead of night when people are still, secretly digging out, like a child stealing candy, lying on the bed alone, quietly reminiscing about the cuteness.

Let that cuteness stick to his wrist and pull him out of the dark abyss.

In exchange, he is willing to hold that bit of loveliness in the palm of his hand and protect him from all wind and rain. At the same time, he will silently weave a net, quietly wrap that bit of loveliness around him, and tell him to come back again. I can't do without myself.

For this reason, he practiced cooking and sewing for two years, and finally he practiced to the point where he would think of himself when eating and washing clothes.

Mo Chenyuan looked at Lu Qianchuan's worried side face, and thought, "It's time to close the net."