The villain's guide to throwing blame

It is not so true to say that Yuejing is a young monk.

Although he has a baby bun face, Master Yuejing is indeed a half-grown boy who has practiced for more than ten years and is starting to lose his figure. In Shaolin Temple, he is also at an age where he can go down the mountain to practice alone.

But even so, the elders in the temple didn't dare to let this little disciple out to practice alone.

Speaking of the reason, it really makes people feel sad, there is suffering, it is hard to say, Yuejing is a disciple, his cultivation is not bad, his appearance is not bad, his heart is also first-class and sincere, but it is this first-class one that is bad.

In terms of character and temperament, Yuejing is as upright as Yuechen, a model elder brother from Shaolin Temple.

But temper is something that always pays attention to personality. When it is just right, others can praise you for your graceful demeanor and strong character.But if you are too straightforward, and you can fill yourself with hatred with just one mouth, then it is not integrity, it is a stick.

Unfortunately, Master Yuejing is just such a solid stick.

What's more unfortunate is that Master Feng, who always provokes cats and dogs, likes to tease sticks the most.

Feng Ling's eyes lit up when he saw Yuejing, he pulled his attention away from Yuechen, and turned to playfully teasing the little monk.He hastily turned around in his mind the Shaolin gossip that had been sent in the past few days, found some interesting trifles, and opened his mouth in a calm manner.

"Oh, isn't this our Master Yuejing? What's the matter? He's finally released from the confinement?" Master Feng clasped his hands together, relaxed his body and leaned leaning against a tree trunk beside him, holding a tender green The phoenix wood branch swayed and faltered.There was a faint smile on his face, with a hint of imperceptible banter.

Yuejing stared at the words, Baozi's face swelled with anger, and he opened his mouth and said, "Who is with you as a disciple! I am here with senior brother to do business this time, and senior uncle said that confinement is fine..."

"Pfft—" Feng Ling couldn't hold back his muffled laughter, his shoulders leaning on the tree trunk trembled, and the branches in his hands also trembled, shaking lightly and randomly.

Yuejing heard the muffled laughter of this hideous villain, and only then realized that she had slipped her mouth.Angrily, he tried to redeem himself, "I didn't go into confinement. Uncle Shi said that I was too impetuous in my practice these days and asked me to go in and reflect on myself... Why am I telling you this! How do you know!"

"What do you think?" Young Master Feng stopped laughing and said unhurriedly, his eyes fluttered towards the silent Yue Chen, "how else would I know?"

Yuejing really took the bait, his big eyes were full of doubts and he looked at the senior brother who stood aside and stood silently, after a moment of staring at the senior brother's calm eyes, the little monk suddenly woke up that he had fallen into the traitor again trick!

He couldn't help scolding himself in his heart, how could such a glorious senior brother have any connection with this brazen person.Thinking of this, he immediately glared at Feng Ling who misled him and couldn't help laughing.

Yue Chen looked at Feng Ling's teasing junior brother furiously with a calm face, and sighed helplessly in his heart, only felt that Master and Uncle were right, Yue Jing's temper was still too insecure.

As for the other one, he glanced at Feng Ling, who was smiling and smiling, and saw that this person with beautiful eyebrows and eyes was even more radiant. After sweeping away the casual and lazy expression before, he was not as hot as before, pressing every step of the way. As dazzling and calm as the sun at noon, vitality is continuously gushing out.

He moved his gaze away without a trace, looked up at the green tree, the shadow of the tree swayed, shattering the twilight of the setting sun, and covered the people under the tree.When the light and shadow intersected, he suddenly felt that this person was not as obtrusive as before.

On the other side, the young master and the young monk were exchanging back and forth words. Although it looked more like Feng Ling's unilateral teasing of each other in the eyes of others, it was obvious that the two of them enjoyed it quite a lot.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Yue Chen shook his head, let them continue, found a secluded place by himself, and prepared to write a spiritual message and send it back to Shaolin.

As for how the two formed a bridge, we have to start with the Immortal Dao Conference eight years ago.

The Fairy Dao Conference was hosted by Shaolin Temple, and young talents from all schools flocked to it. Naturally, Feng Ling was brought here by the head of the Feng family.

Coincidentally, there were some small moves in the demon world, so the content of the meeting followed the trend and changed from a group arena to a demon hunt. Disciples from each faction formed teams in twos and threes, ranking in order of the number of monsters subdued before the last time.

Feng Ling desperately joined Yuechen's team. After recruiting troops and buying horses to gather all the people, they went straight to the Western Region where the most demons caused troubles, and went down to Xiping City at the young master's finger.

Inheriting Master Feng's dog-gnawed character luck, the group ran into the blood demon hand who had been dormant for many years.

It is not only the immortal cultivators who are suffering from the depletion of spiritual energy, the evil energy and evil energy that the magic way of cultivation relies on is also gradually thinning out. He said that these little bastards of Xianxiu without the protection of their parents are like a snack with no power to fight back.

Thanks to Yuechen's understanding, he left his junior brother in a safe place and asked him to contact his elders to pick him up. When he asked for help, he happened to catch up with Abbot Yu Huiyuan and came here.

Just when the immortal cultivators came to save this group of unlucky disciples, Yuejing saw her senior brother at a glance.It was incredible to see this, I saw the dandy young master pulling his whole body on the senior brother, hooking his belt with one hand, and embracing him from behind with the other hand, from a distance, it looked like the two were intimately intimate It's like grinding the temples.

"Boom—" The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, flying sand and rocks.

Yuejing saw with his own eyes that the teacher he respected was desecrated by a villain, and his anger burst into his head like a torrent. When he recalled the bad behavior of this person who used to tease him before, the impression of Fengling in his heart became more and more unforgivable. Some swear to be sworn to death with him.

Regardless of his anger, he slapped Young Master Feng with his palm. In the end, the fight, which seemed to be a joke for Feng Ling to watch, was stopped by Yuechen, and the relationship between the two ended from here.

The two people on the side were arguing, but they only seemed lively, and Yuechen didn't bother him.The monk spread the paper in front of him, frowning and thinking about how to explain this to the temple.

——It is not true that the master Chang Sheng was injured under the palm of Shaolin Prajna, but the trouble is that the injury caused by that palm is too similar to the palm of Prajna, but the direction of the spiritual power of the palm is completely different. It is difficult for outsiders who understand Prajna Palm to distinguish.

And the string of Buddhist beads, Yuechen lowered his eyelashes, clasped the Buddhist beads on his wrist with one hand, and slowly rubbed them.

He took a closer look at the Buddhist beads left in Chang Sheng's room, and it was indeed a very good magic weapon, the material was so special that it was difficult for him to distinguish it.The most puzzling thing is that the incense and Buddha-nature from the string of beads are too strong, obviously they are the beads worn by eminent monks all the year round.

He counted all the eminent monks he knew in his mind, and he didn't think of anyone who had such a string of beads.He pursed his lips tightly, his mind was heavy, he felt that there was so much fog that he couldn't make a move, it was really embarrassing.

As soon as Feng Ling turned his head, he saw a white-clothed monk who was obviously lost in thought, and winked at Yuejing, who was blushing and thick-necked after arguing with him, and the latter closed his mouth reluctantly after looking at his senior brother , I'm afraid that the senior brother who is noisy will not be clean.

Seeing this, the young master glanced at the paper in front of the monk and guessed what the monk was confused about.The branch at his fingertips randomly drew a few circles following the messy thoughts, and then seemed to remember something, and suddenly stopped.

At this time, the monk who was still immersed in his own thoughts suddenly heard a laughing sentence, "I really have a business to look for the mage, but the mage forgot?"

Hearing this, Yuejing rolled her eyes skyward, but Yuechen looked at the speaker in surprise.

Under this gaze, Feng Ling touched his face uncomfortably, and had a rare introspection. Could it be that I am such an image in their eyes that all the words are false.

Young Master Feng struggled to look back on the past, and felt that this conclusion was too unfounded and did not fit his image of a suave son, so he threw this rare knowledge of conscience and self-knowledge back into the pile without guilt.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the three of them responded to the request of Young Master Feng who was forced to go down the mountain to find the best restaurant private room among the outer sects of Xuantian Sect, ordered a good dish, sat down and began to talk about his so-called serious business.

What to say and what to say, this is one of the principles of life that Young Master Feng adheres to.

"I don't know what business Young Master Feng wants to say?"

"You don't know?" Young Master Feng was taken aback.

Yue Chen's brows moved slightly, and he raised his eyelids and looked straight at Feng Ling who was stupefied, "What should the poor monk know?"

Feng Ling clicked his tongue twice, "Come to the restaurant, of course I want to gossip." He looked like a mage following him, so there was no tacit understanding, which made people feel heartbroken, and Yuejing looked at it with anger again rise.

Yue Chen pressed down the younger brother who was eager to move beside him, and said to Feng Ling with a serious expression, "Dare to ask Young Master Feng, is it the letter about Xuanwu Pavilion?"

Hearing his serious tone, Feng Ling also put away his teasing expression and sat up straight, "Cough, presumably the mage couldn't find any extra clues in Yunfu Mountain. It seems that the evidence is complete, but there is no trace of the key trace. No, not even a motive can be judged.”

Moondust nodded, indicating that it was indeed so.

"I didn't find any other clues in the Fengying Pavilion, but I did find a reward list from half a month ago." Feng Ling suddenly laughed, as if thinking of something particularly interesting, "That list, just now It's Xuanwu Pavilion Master Chang Sheng, mage, why don't you guess what reward he offered?"

Yue Chen frowned and said nothing, Feng Ling's words proved that Pavilion Master Chang must have offered a bounty for something unexpected.

"It's a skill, or a fragment of a skill." Feng Ling changed his sitting posture, and his whole body revealed an unfathomable aura like a thick mountain, as if this young master of the Feng family who didn't know the depth had finally The tip of the iceberg that outsiders don't know is exposed.

"Mage, do you know the Blood Night Styx Scroll?"

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