The villain's guide to throwing blame

Feng Ling had a dream.

He dreamed that he was walking leisurely in a dark courtyard without light, but he walked around small courtyards with ease and stopped in front of a wooden gate.

"Knock, knock." He raised his hand and knocked twice, and when he heard the light steps approaching, he put his hands back, leaned sideways on the courtyard wall, and smiled before someone opened the door.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere." He said with a smile.

The visitor raised his head indifferently, looked at him twice, stood under his smiling eyes for a long time, then nodded slowly and walked out of the courtyard.

The man's face was completely exposed to Feng Ling's sight, Feng Ling, who knew he was in a dream, suddenly hesitated, although this face was unfamiliar, but upon closer inspection, there was a lingering sense of familiarity, and he didn't know where it was seen.

However, isn't this an illusory dreamland?

Feng Ling, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, didn't pay attention at this time, a flash flashed in front of his eyes, and he left this place involuntarily, and the two of them went to a completely strange place again.

The towering black tower stood upright on the steep cliff. Under his leadership, the two of them jumped to the top of the tower with one dodge.He found a place and sat down casually, then patted the side of his side, signaling the man in white beside him to sit down too.

The Feng Ling in the dream seemed to be more free and easy than the usual self. After he invited his companions to sit down casually, he didn't care at all about the reactions of the people around him. He just lowered his head and rummaged through his universe ring. He picked up his things, and took out several wine jars and a set of tea sets one after another.

After finding all the things he wanted to take out, he unrestrainedly put the tea set in front of the white-clothed man, then held the wine jar to his side, and said with a smile, "I know you don't drink, this time I even brought you some tea, how about you, can you sit with me for a while?"

Hearing the words, the man in white glanced at him indifferently, turned over his sleeves and fiddled with his tea set, glanced casually at the scenery under the tower, and said, "Why do you want to move the sword tower here?"

He patted open the seal of the wine jar with one hand, took a sip, savored the mellow aroma of the wine, nodded in satisfaction, and replied casually, "It's quieter here."

The man in white glanced at the flickering lights of the bustling human cities and towns in the distance, and there were subtle noisy music coming from time to time, then looked at the man who opened his eyes and told lies, and fell silent.

Feng Ling saw that the serious and cold face of the man in white seldom showed such a helpless expression that hesitant to speak, he raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled twice, "I'm not joking, after moving here, those people will look for you for a while. Don't touch me, just let me be quiet and quiet."

After hearing this answer, the man in white frowned, and after a long time, he said, "It's just a temporary measure, and the world's qi is turbid, and the aura is thin—"

He turned his head following the words of the man in white, and stared at the man closely, a faint wave of hope ignited in his heart.

"——Your sword tower has too much aura, and the evil spirit in your sword intent is also heavy, which can easily affect the luck here. It is undoubtedly a great harm to the world. It is better to move away from Weiwei earlier."

"Hoo--" As the man in white finished speaking unhurriedly, the faint longing hid back again. He laughed silently at himself twice, raised his hand and drank two more sips of wine, feeling the burn of the strong wine. Throat heat.

This person has always been the most compassionate and selfless person. He has all the people in the world in his heart, and he is concerned about any living beings, including him, but he would rather not be in it. With such a selfless Buddha heart, he wants to be a distinct exception in it.He drank most of the jar of wine without words, and thought while looking at the grand scene of the world in the distance with a little ecstasy.

"Okay, after I rest for a while, I will move back." He said lazily, the indifferent attitude made the man in white look up again, but he deliberately avoided the heavy gaze, only showing his side face looking into the distance.

The two were speechless for a while, Feng Ling drank silently one after another, and the tea at the man in white had been brewing quietly for a round, and neither of them took the initiative to speak.

After a long time, the man in white picked up a teacup, gently skimmed the tea powder, and suddenly said, "What do you want to see when you bring me here?"

Hearing this, he came back to his senses, glanced at his elegant and self-sufficient companion, with his arms behind his back, half lying on the top of the tower, pointing to the brightly lit town, and said with a little drunkenness, "You can see that where?"

The man in white nodded in confusion.

"This mortal world is not so lively every day and night, but today is special. The emperor ordered the cancellation of the curfew to have fun with the people." Feng Ling spit out a sentence that sounded very familiar, "Today is the mortal world. On New Year's Eve, in the mortal world—”

"A year is coming to an end in the mortal world, the day to get rid of the old and usher in the new. Tomorrow is the new year?" The man in white answered his words, and showed a slightly surprised smile in his slightly surprised eyes, as if feeling a little emotional.

He broke away from his astonishment, turned his head and thought about it for a while, then smiled helplessly. He has always been the most merciful to mortals, and he has a lot of understanding. How could he not know this day? The idea of ​​offering treasures with that idea is really naive.

When the man in white came back to his senses, he turned around and saw that he was looking at him with a slight smile. After a pause, he slowly revealed an obvious smile. Looking at himself, Feng Ling shrank his hands a little uncomfortably, and then took a sip of wine as if to cover up.

"You brought me here just to watch this?" The low and deep voice lost its usual indifference, and was tainted with a smile that couldn't be concealed, falling in his ears, causing his heart to vibrate slightly, "I like it very much. "

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the rare smiling face in front of him, his heart was clattering and restless, the wine he drank just now seemed to surge up, and every strand of it turned into drunkenness rushed to his head, making people feel light and down not come down.

Feng Ling scratched his head, turned around abruptly, rummaged through his body, took out a thick scroll, and stuffed it into the hands of the man in white without any explanation, "Leave this to you. Don’t give it back to me if you want it, if you can’t, just treat it as if I gave it to you.”

He made this decision impulsively, feeling uneasy under the complicated eyes of the man in white, but he didn't regret it at all.Tsk, such a good idea is only now thought of, what a mistake, where did my mind go before.

Everything in front of me gradually became blurred, and the clear figures gradually disappeared, and all the colors of the lights turned into a mass, turning into pitch black.His consciousness became more and more confused, and strands of pain slowly spread to his mind through the deep drunkenness, until he finally slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

The headache brought on by the hangover hit suddenly, he hissed in pain, and immediately closed his eyes and practiced the exercises, swimming all over his body, dispelling the unresolved drunkenness, until his mind finally recovered Qingming felt relaxed before opening his eyes again.

He sat up and was about to get out of bed slowly, when he raised his head and saw the familiar furnishings in the house, he suddenly stopped and looked around in confusion.

This is the house he lived in Xuantianzong, but the question is, wasn't he still in the mortal world before, how did he come back?

Young Master Feng, who accidentally drank a piece last night, started to function sluggishly. He only remembered that after Yuechen entered the realm of epiphany, he deepened the enchantment once, and then drank to forget himself, and then——

Then he played a rogue and asked Yue Chen to rub his head.

Feng Ling raised his hand expressionlessly, rubbed his face fiercely, and then buried it in his palm.Although his memory is only here, he is still very clear about his virtue when he is drunk, and he did something unspeakable when he was not sure.

He was troubled for a while, then weakly called Nian Xia to come in to serve him, took a shower, changed his clothes, walked out of the inner hall refreshed, and caught sight of Yue Chen who had witnessed his unreasonable troubles last night sitting Drinking tea in the main hall.

Sensing that someone was approaching, Yue Chen raised his eyes and saw Feng Ling standing in front of him with stiff hands and feet and an unnatural expression. He glanced from top to bottom without making a sound, and said lightly, "Young Master Feng is here today! Didn't your head hurt when you woke up in the morning?"

Feng Ling: "..."

He laughed a few times in embarrassment, walked over to the table and sat down, stumbled and apologized for his rude behavior last night, and then habitually stroked the Qiankun ring on his hand, stretched out his spiritual sense and scanned it. The scene inside the circle suddenly got stuck.

What about the Bloody Night Styx Scroll inside? !

"It was too rude yesterday, if there is another day..." Yue Chen, who was silently listening to Feng Ling's embarrassing remarks, raised his head and looked at Young Master Feng who suddenly stopped for some reason, but saw his face tense and serious. Looking at the ring on his hand, the aura was tense and serious, and he even unconsciously let out a few traces of fierce sword intent.

Feng Ling, who was trying to recall, and even quickly sketched out many conspiracies and tricks, was yelled twice. Before he could recover, a stack of things was stuffed into his hand, and the subtle pain that followed made him reflexively Throw it back on the table.

Moondust: "..."

"Is this what the young master is looking for?" The monk had a good temper and repeated the question just now.

Feng Ling, who had already recovered his mind, hurriedly responded twice, looking at the Bloody Night Styx scroll on the table, he was a little puzzled, how did this thing get into Yuechen's hands?

As if understanding Fengling's doubts, Yuechen took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "You forced it to me last night, saying you put it in my hands, don't worry, you can just give me this shit."

Being forced back into a non-existent memory, Feng Ling was a little desperate. It seemed that he did a lot of inexplicable things that damaged his image last night.

"Young Master Feng said just now, what if there is another day?" The monk at the side reminded him, picking up this quarrel again.

Feng Ling, who had broken the jar, replied weakly, "If there is another day, I would like to invite the mage to live in Xiuyun for a while, and I can accompany the mage to visit Jiuyun Lake and Xiuyun Temple."

Yue Chen pondered for a moment, and unexpectedly, Feng Ling nodded in agreement.

Fengling immediately became interested, called Banhe to prepare breakfast, and invited Yuechen to have a meal together, planning to secretly confirm the time of Xiuyun in the future during the meal, the sooner the better, the best is to leave here and go go back with him!

However, an invitation sent by Banhe after the meal broke this plan.

The Duanming Sect of the Qianlin Sect is celebrating a birthday.

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Next, we will enter the second case~ The two-day emotional drama will now return to the plot 2333

Happy New Year everyone, I hope you all want to spend time with lovers like us Feng Xinji and Yue Lenglu~