After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

"I won."

Lin Qingzhou dropped the last son, with a faint smile on her face and eyes.

Wen Tang scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, and murmured in a low voice: "Playing chess with you, it is impossible to win in this life."

How can you win if your mind is not on the chess game.

Lin Qingzhou caught this low voice, but heard another meaning, "That's not necessarily the case, I'm not a master at chess, I only played one game just now, and I'm suspected of being opportunistic."

"Brother Qingzhou..."

Wen Tangfang wanted to say another round, but suddenly there was a clattering sound, which grabbed the attention of the two of them.

A page of talismans, with its four corners ruffled, floated in from outside the courtyard door with a rustling sound.

The talisman, like a drunken drunkard, staggered from side to side, hung on the tree branch on the east side, hit the stone lamp on the west side, staggered for a long time, and then crashed into Wen Tang's palm.

Looking at this form, it is obvious who passed the letter.

Except for Zhenjun Nanchen, who is addicted to alcohol, Wentang's master, and the entire Qingxu Sword Sect, probably no one's talisman can be passed down like this.

Wen Tang flattened the talisman with both hands, and silently recited the mantra, the ink-colored handwriting appeared one by one on the plain white talisman like faint water marks.

Wen Tang quickly scanned the few lines.

After reading the talisman, it immediately turned into powder, scattered into sparkling broken stars, and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Tang looked solemn, "Brother Qingzhou, Master told me to go to Jianzhong Cave immediately, and seems to have something important to tell me."

Lin Qingzhou: "Go, I'll talk to you next time."

Wen Tang nodded, quickly walked out of the courtyard gate, hurriedly made a formula to control the sword, and headed towards the Jianzhong Cave.

In the courtyard, under the Ruomu tree.

Lin Qingzhou picked up the black and white pieces from the chessboard, and put them into different chess baskets one by one.

Suddenly, an unusual aura emerged in the surrounding air, approaching him step by step with an unspoken sense of aggression.

Vigilant and astute as he is, in a split second, pointing to the two chess pieces held between his fingers, he waved his backhand, swift as lightning, and went towards the gate of the courtyard through the air.

"The wind is strong, and the luck is smooth. It seems that your injury has recovered."

Han Qi stood at the gate of the courtyard, with one hand behind his back, his body slightly sideways, holding two chess pieces between his fingers.

Then, he swung his sleeves in a cloud-like arc, and between his fingers, black and white, passed through the grass and trees in the courtyard, and with a clatter, they fell into the chess basket at the same time.

Lin Qingzhou saw the person coming, and immediately stood up, the strings in her mind tensed.

It's time for acting again.

Lin Qingzhou deliberately spoke softly, looked at the person with gentle eyes, and asked:

"What's the matter with you?"

If you have something to say quickly, if you have nothing to do, get the hell out!

"When did you get so close to Wen Tang?"

Han Qi didn't answer the question, walked into the courtyard with long legs, and stood still in front of Lin Qingzhou, frowning slightly, showing displeasure.

Not good, Han Qi looked unhappy.

Could it be that this guy is holding grudges against Wen Tang for blocking him from opening the secret realm?

Want to come here to provoke trouble, and even want to take your anger out on him? !

Lin Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat.

"Junior brother Wen is still young, impulsive, and doesn't know how to adapt, so don't argue with him." Lin Qingzhou said softly.

Unexpectedly, when Han Qi heard the words, his complexion turned slightly dark, "You are really worried that I will embarrass him."

Don't worry, you are very vengeful.

In the original book, a monk of a certain sect of immortality, when Han Qi first entered the Taoist sect, when his cultivation base was low, he once sneered, "It's just mediocre", Han Qi deeply remembered it.

A few years later, his cultivation level was advanced, and he faced that man in the sword test event.

He could have gone to the end, but he was unrestrained, aggressive, and cut the opponent's hamstring with a single sword.

The cultivator has been lame since then, and his cultivation can still be improved, but it is difficult to improve his swordsmanship.

......

Han Qi is really not a good person.

Lin Qingzhou had to mention twelve distractions to deal with it, with a soft voice, and said:

"They are all brothers from the same school. I believe that with the character of Junior Brother Han, he will definitely not do such things that must be punished."

There is a hidden needle in this statement, which is so obvious that it is derogatory, and it is impossible to refute it.

However, Han Qi raised his eyebrows, "Who says I'm not that kind of person?"

Lin Qingzhou scolded scum in her heart, her eyes were soft, "I know, Junior Brother Han has always been bright and bright, with an open mind."

Han Qi had no expression on his face, and his voice was slightly raised, "Really?"

Lin Qingzhou took a step back without a trace, turned around and lowered her head, and continued to pack the chess pieces:

"It's natural."

Han Qi's deep voice came from the top of his head, with no emotion:

"I'm self-righteous, ruthless, ruthless..."

After a pause at this point, he went on to say, "How can you be worthy of the words of being bright and open?"

The chess piece between Lin Qingzhou's fingers was almost shaken off.

He scolded me in his heart.

Isn't that what he said to Wen Tang just now, but Han Qi listened to everything.

Is there anything worse than him at the car rollover scene?

However, it must not be recognized, and OOC punishment must be indispensable if it is recognized.

Lin Qingzhou looked up stubbornly, with a forced smile on the corner of his mouth:

"That was a joke with Wen Tang, Junior Brother Han, don't take it seriously."

Han Qi stared at Lin Qingzhou without answering.

If the gaze has substance, it is like a sharp blade, slowly sweeping across every inch of Lin Qingzhou's face.

It seems that he wants to scrape off this layer of mask and see another face of Lin Qingzhou clearly.

That face is much more interesting than this artificial dummy.

The corner of Han Qi's mouth twitched, "What if I take it seriously?"

This made him unable to answer.

If it wasn't for the system, he would definitely have shouted:

When something is true, it is true.

Being stared at and questioned like this, many thoughts flashed through Lin Qingzhou's mind, and it was a mess.

He knows the direction of all the plots in the book, and he knows the likes and dislikes of the characters in the book.

However, Han Qi stood in front of him with flesh and blood.

It is no longer a simple word in the book, and a few weak labels cannot describe all of him.

He is such a real person.

In this way, even Lin Qingzhou couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while.

Such penetrating eyes seemed to see through everything about him.

He seemed to be completely naked.

Lin Qingzhou couldn't bear it anymore, so she returned to the original topic: "Why are you here today?"

After he finished speaking, Han Qi didn't make a sound.

Suddenly, the wrist was grabbed by a force.

A strand of spiritual power as thin as a silk thread flowed from the wrist to the limbs vaguely, sweeping through every vein meticulously and properly.

In the end, like a tired bird returning to its nest, the spiritual power returned to the hand clenched on the wrist.

Han Qi was running the spiritual flow to check his injuries.

Then, with a loosening of his wrists, Han Qi withdrew his hand and said:

"Passing by, take a look at your injuries."

!

Was Han Qi possessed by a ghost, or was he taken away by someone?

How could there be such kindness?

Lin Qingzhou had a question mark on her face, without any emotion: "I'm fine."

Han Qi nodded, "Okay."

Lin Qingzhou thought of another thing, and said: "How effective is Qu Hunzhan? Is the master of Yin Daoyou healed?"

Han Qi: "Excellent, has recovered."

Lin Qingzhou nodded, "Very good, Fellow Daoist Yin must be very happy."

It also saves him from being implicated innocently.

Han Qi had a strange expression on his face: "Yes."

Lin Qingzhou stopped talking, bowed her head, and continued to clean up the chessboard.

It didn't take long for the last sunspot to be put into the chess basket.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and Han Qi's black robe was still in place.

The question is over.

I also saw the injuries that should be seen.

Huh?

Why didn't Han Qi leave?

Lin Qingzhou held a chess basket in each hand, and wanted to turn around and go back to the room.

Before leaving, he looked at Han Qi and asked silently, what else do you need?

Han Qi had a rare look of hesitation.

He pursed his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something.

But after brewing for a long time, he finally just nodded to Lin Qingzhou, turned and left.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou was slightly stunned, but didn't think deeply.

He is not interested in everything about Han Qi, except for the tasks issued by the system.

Putting the chess basket into the room, Lin Qingzhou turned around and returned to the courtyard, intending to leave for Sujian Pavilion to check books.

Fang walked to the courtyard, and in a remote corner of the courtyard, a pinch of light blue falling on the withered grass broke into his eyes.

He walked closer, and it turned out to be a light blue purse.

There are only two people living in Chengwuyouxin, he and Wentang.

When Wen Tang played chess with him just now, he didn't see such an object here.

Although this corner is remote, but in the middle of winter, when the flowers and trees are bleak, this touch of blue is really eye-catching, so it is not possible to miss it.

Without hesitation, Lin Qingzhou silently recited the incantations, rode the wind with his sword, crossed the gate of the courtyard, and flew in the direction of Heming Jiugao.

Standing in mid-air, the soles of the feet are green bamboo poles, and layers of green waves are surging.

Han Qi didn't go far, Lin Qingzhou slightly increased the speed of Feijian, and saw his figure not far away.

He quickly called out to stop him, "Junior Brother Han, wait a minute."

Hearing his voice, Han Qi stopped with his sword and turned around.

Lin Qingzhou Yujian came to him, reached out and handed the blue purse to Han Qi, "Your things are lost."

Han Qi glanced at the purse very quickly, with an indifferent expression, "It's not mine."

what?

Whose would it be?

Lin Qingzhou was about to say something, but Han Qi preempted him, "Although I have 'low taste', I still don't like this ugly object."

The speed of speech is slightly faster, with almost imperceptible haste.

It seems to be hiding something.

Lin Qingzhou didn't notice, only embarrassment emerged in his heart, he had just commented on Han Qi with "low taste"...

He covered his lips and coughed lightly, "That's my mistake."

Han Qi: "Yes."

He added: "If no one wants it, it's yours."

Lin Qingzhou:?

He didn't say no one wanted it.

He will not keep things of unknown origin for himself.

In Han Qi's heart, is he this kind of person?

But Han Qi stopped talking and didn't say any more.

He left with the sword, and the sky above the surging green bamboo forest made his figure even more chilly.

Lin Qingzhou had a problem, if it wasn't Han Qi's, who would it be.

He opened the purse, and a scent of medicine rushed to his nostrils instantly.

This taste is familiar.

It seems to have smelled it somewhere.

As he thought about it carefully, he flicked his sword back and wandered around.

Back in the courtyard, he hadn't remembered what the familiar medicinal fragrance was, but he saw Wentang sitting in the courtyard.

Excited.

The right cheek was red and swollen, and there were five very conspicuous finger prints.

"Uncle Master hit you?" Lin Qingzhou asked.

Wen Tang shook his head, "It's not my master."

Lin Qingzhou: "What happened?"

Wen Tang lowered his head and muttered, "After I arrived at the Jianzhong Cave, I didn't see Master, and the Jianzhong was pitch black."

The tips of his ears turned red, and he continued, "Suddenly someone hugged me from behind and shouted, Brother Han."

"It was Lian Yu's voice, so I quickly said, you misidentified the person, and then..."

In the end, his voice dropped.

I also want to know that the last person who responded to him was a big slapstick.

Lian Yu is not a monk of the Qingxu Sword Sect, but the eldest lady of the Lian family's mansion known for its wealth and splendor in Yugu Town under Fuyu Mountain.

Ever since Han Qi went down the mountain to get rid of evil spirits a few years ago, she often ran up the mountain after a glimpse.

Enjoy blessings, ask hexagrams, and repair temples.

In short, he approached Han Qi with various reasons.

No one in the Qingxu Sword Sect knows her.

Although this Lian Yu is a woman, she has a bright personality, and her demeanor is completely lacking in the gentle and reserved style that ancient women should have in their boudoirs.

This slap is not light.

Half of the face was swollen.

Wen Tang took the good medicine, which immediately reduced the swelling a lot.

Lin Qingzhou felt a little sympathetic to Wen Tang, but also wanted to laugh.

He thought for a while with his toes, and he knew that the culprit of this oolong incident was probably someone Han.

Wen Tang went out to go to Zhenjun Nanchen's room to see what the master had ordered.

Lin Qingzhou held back her smile, and quickly grabbed him:

"Don't go, see if this purse is yours?"

Wen Tang looked at the purse in Lin Qingzhou's palm and shook his head, "It's not mine."

Lin Qingzhou wondered.

He opened the purse, trying to find information that could deduce the owner of the purse.

Another burst of tangy medicinal fragrance.

Wen Tang sniffed the fragrance of medicine floating in the air, and said seriously, "Isn't this the smell of Fushao grass? Such a small bag costs thousands of spirit stones."