The villain's guide to throwing blame

The twilight is all together, and the lights are just coming on.

Two tall and straight youths walked slowly on the street one after the other. Their aura stood out from the crowd, but they blended harmoniously with the lively atmosphere on the street, and they didn't look very eye-catching.

Among them, the young man in red would turn his head with a smile from time to time, chatting amusingly with the man in white wearing a bamboo hat beside him. It must be the young masters of some aristocratic family who sneaked out to visit the temple fair. The covetous girls thought.

These two people are Fengling and Yuechen who met tonight to find a good place to eat and drink together. Fengling quietly led Yuechen to find a remote place, and walked again with the sword, mysteriously along the way Secretly unwilling to reveal where they were going, Yue Chen didn't know that the two had come to a bustling city in the mortal world until they could see the flourishing flowers in the mortal world.

Feng Ling, who was familiar with the road, led Yuechen into a main road, fiddled with the fan in his hand, and walked into a building with exquisite decoration. There was an endless stream of guests in the building, and the lobby was full of lively people.Young Master Feng spread his fan and stepped in. A slightly fat middle-aged man accidentally caught a glimpse of him, hurriedly put on a smiling face and approached him, and bowed to him.

"It turns out that it was Young Master Feng who came to visit. The pavilion you ordered in the past has been prepared for you, and now you—" he said cautiously and flatteringly.

Fengling didn't wait for him to finish, he raised his chin, and said with a smile, "It's been hard work with the shopkeeper, let's call Xiaoer to lead the way now, and prepare seats for the two of you this year." He turned to look at the silent Yuechen behind him Said, "I have a distinguished guest this year."

He and the shopkeeper cautiously glanced behind him, only to see that this young master Feng, who has always had extraordinary skills and had banquets with him every year, brought an extra person here. Clearly, but that ice-cold demeanor like a snow sculpture was something he had never seen in his life.

If you say that Young Master Feng is a pampered and pampered young master Pian Pianjia, then this is a Banished Immortal who does not eat fireworks in the world.

He thought to himself, but still smiled enthusiastically, "It's hard work, it's an honor for us, Master Feng, to come to Hefeng Building. I will guide you personally, please!" He bowed and stretched out his hand to greet him bit into the building.

Feng Ling nodded without hesitation, looked back at Yuechen to signal to follow, and then the two of them followed the shopkeeper around the crowded lobby and entered a rather large garden, noisy The voices of the people gradually faded away, and several people turned around to a small tall building.

Yue Chen, whose face was hidden under the veil, raised his eyebrows in surprise, he raised his eyes to look at the small building in front of him, stepped into the small building with the shopkeeper and Feng Ling on his heels, and walked up the stairs.

If he remembers correctly, if he goes up here, he can see——

It is the main road in the whole city, and it is also the busiest place at this time.Yuechen stood on the top floor, releasing his consciousness to look at the most dazzling scenery outside the building.I thought that a picky person like Feng Ling would choose a more clean and elegant place, but he never thought that this place would suit him better.

After the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper brought the guests here, as usual in previous years, he proposed that the singer Qinji accompany the guests, and then he was politely rejected by Feng Ling and then asked to leave.

After the waiters who served food and wine set up the banquet one by one, Feng Ling pushed everyone away, and casually set up a barrier, leaving only two people here.

Yue Chen took off the bamboo hat, tidied it up and put it aside, then sat looking at Feng Ling, pondered for a moment under his suspicious eyes, and asked, "You always come here alone?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily. He picked up a glass of wine and said lazily, "Yes, if there is no accident, I will come here every year."

"Why?" Yuechen was a little puzzled.

Feng Ling didn't answer, he swirled the liquid in the glass, and asked back with drooping eyelashes, "Does the mage know what day it is today?"

The person who was asked was a little stunned, and his brows were slightly frowned, obviously a little confused.

"Today is New Year's Eve," Feng Ling laughed. He wished the wine glass to Moonchen, and then drank it in one gulp. Joyful and lively feasting guests, the new year can wash away the bad luck and get what you want.”

Yue Chen's expression moved slightly, he reached out to pick up the tea cup in front of him, fiddled with it lightly, and didn't take a sip for a long time.He suddenly asked, "Since when is drinking alone considered a feast?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Ling laughed, he poured another glass of wine for himself, looked at Yuechen with an unbroken smile, and smacked his lips, "It hurts my heart to say that, I want to entertain guests, but I don't have any guests." Come on, if my father knows that I am attached to the world of mortals, he will have to break my legs, and I have no choice but to come here to have a feast alone."

He stretched out his hand, clinked a glass with Yuechen casually, leaned on the pillar and looked not far away, and said, "I chose such a place, and there are many people, treat it as my own guests, and treat this person with a meaningful banquet." There are a lot of people coming and going.”

Yuechen saw that the young man was illuminated by the candlelight stretching along the street with a thin layer of red, warm, and the ink-colored pupils like washing were shining brightly, and he felt a sense of joy in his whole body.

The young man in red patted himself on the head and said with a smile, "Oh, why does it sound so desolate? I am obviously here to join in the excitement of the mortal world. I and other cultivators, why do we regret the years? Drinking and drinking .”

Cultivation has no time, and most of the cultivators live a long life. The passage of time is indeed a very insignificant thing for them. On the contrary, there are very few people like Feng Ling who are quite interested in the customs of the mortal world.

Yue Chen frowned, being disturbed by Hong Chen is a very dangerous thing, how could Feng Ling's cultivation level not understand this truth?

Feng Ling, who was keen on wine tasting, raised his eyes and saw the frowning expression of the monk. He rested his chin on one hand, looked at him lazily, and blocked him with his mouth before he could speak to warn him, "Mage But you want to warn me that nostalgia for the world of mortals can easily damage the Taoist heart?"

Seeing Yuechen acquiescing, he raised the corner of his mouth with a half-smile and said, "I want to appreciate the kindness of the mage, but does the mage know what kind of swordsmanship I teach? Why is my heart so strong? Is it true that Hong Chen really has nothing to do with me?"

Yuechen was stuck for a moment. Indeed, he only knew Feng Ling's sword practice, but he didn't know what kind of sword intent he was cultivating, and why his sword heart was tempered. He really knew too little about him, and now he wanted to interfere. Also seems too wide.

Young Master Feng saw that Yuechen was stopped by his casual questions, but seemed to be going in a direction different from what he thought, and then pinched his forehead with a headache, and said helplessly, "Master, you don't have to think too much, I just said it casually." , don’t worry too much.”

He paused, then changed his tone and said, "Master, do you know why I invited you here today?"

The monk was startled and fell into deep thought, but the man didn't give him time to think. He pointed to the outside of the railing speciously, "Look there."

Yuechen's gaze followed his fingertips and landed on the bustling street not far away. The crowds were laughing and joking, and the world of mortals was full of emotions.

To this eve, it is the place to welcome the spring and send wax, and Luo Qiyan is in full swing.

No matter how far away the spiritual consciousness falls in the brightly lit houses in the city, the fringe tents are warm, the emerald tripod slowly rises the fragrant mist, the laughter is full of joy, the world on New Year's Eve, there is no fairyland, ethereal and clean, but there is something lively and warm, which makes people linger.

Yue Chen's heart moved, and he suddenly understood Feng Ling a little bit.

"Bringing the master here is to let the master see this prosperous world with his own eyes. It is said that a cultivator cultivates the mind. If the seven emotions in the world don't know the warmth and coldness of the world of mortals, then what is the cultivation?"

Feng Ling's voice came to his ears flatly, and it stirred up a thunderstorm, which seemed to have opened up a piece of his spiritual aperture, and his five senses and six senses became clear and transparent. He glanced at the young man in red beside him, and suddenly saw There is nothing to ask about what happened today.

The monk's state of mind suddenly opened up, and when he went up to another level, he immediately stabilized the Buddha's heart, closed his eyes and settled down to the state of his sudden enlightenment.

With a flick of his fingers, Feng Ling deepened the imprint of the surrounding enchantment, leaning against the pillar one after another and drinking wine.The wine in the mortal world is too rough compared to the wine in the fairy world. It lacks the refreshing feeling of comfort, but it is a bit more pungent and scorching.

One cup after another, one altar after another, Feng Ling just watched this bustling and happy scene, and didn't use his spiritual power to drive away the alcohol. Continue to drink without hesitation.

After a long time, Yue Chen opened his eyes again, but what he saw was a drunken alcoholic, grinning at him silly.

Moondust: "..."

With a silly smile on his face, Feng Ling squatted beside Yue Chen, stretched out his hand and poked his shoulder, then withdrew his hand suddenly, looked at Yue Chen with horror and said, "Alive!?"

Before Yuechen could realize what kind of madness Young Master Feng was playing, a red ball suddenly rolled in his face. He froze for a while, only to see Feng Ling nestled in his arms unceremoniously, with his face leaning against the He muttered and rubbed against his chest twice.

"Headache, I need to rub it." Feng Ling wrinkled his face and looked at the monk who looked down at him with aggrieved eyes.

Feeling the warmth coming from his body, Yuechen sighed silently, hesitated for a while, raised his hand and pressed on the forehead of the drunken Young Master Feng, poured spiritual energy into it, and slowly rubbed it.

This is really a crime.

The author has something to say:

happy New Year to all!Sweet or not!Not happy!

The little angels who left a message today will all send New Year red envelopes!Hey, I don’t have a holiday on New Year’s Eve to update everyone, do you want to show it with a sip~