Villain: Writing a diary becomes stronger, but the hostess design collapses

Achu is an ancient spirit, the second senior brother is honest and honest, and the old man is leisurely and contented.

Xiao Yan was on Baiyun Mountain, practicing swordsmanship in the morning, swordsmanship at noon, and still practicing swordsmanship at night!

But occasionally I would consult with the old man.

During this period, he also heard the old man talk about many famous kendo masters in this world, as well as very famous monk organizations.

Whether it is the legendary deeds of masters or the strictness and romance of monk organizations.

Xiao Yan listened with great interest and yearned for it.

It turns out that this is the world that truly belongs to him!

But when Xiao Yan heard the little old man talking about the Daqian Dynasty, an indescribable anger arose spontaneously.

Daqian, like the Northern Dynasties, was a dynasty with a powerful royal family, and casual cultivators and monk organizations could only be vassals of the dynasty.

And within the palace of the Daqian Dynasty alone, there are three swordsman masters of the sixth level of Heaven Realm.

The Dog Emperor even has a pure bodyguard of monks.

These secret guards were ambushing every street corner in the Daqian Dynasty.

For hundreds of years, he has also been searching for monks and geniuses with extraordinary qualifications among the people and using them as his own.

Even if wives and children are separated and people are angry, these secret guards will not hesitate.

Moreover, the secrets about the monks are also firmly sealed by the Daqian royal family.

Ordinary mortals, just like Xiao Yan before him, have no idea or possibility of knowing that there are monks in this world.

Xiao Yan looked up at the sky and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat became hoarse and raw like a rusty iron pipe.

"Master, my disciple heard...

I heard that Gu Tianrui, the great general of the Zhu Kingdom of the Daqian Dynasty, had a son named Gu Jian. He was very talented and was already a ninth-level master of the Earth Realm at the age of twenty. "

"The cultivation of swordsmanship is even more extraordinary. It can be said that it takes ten years to sharpen a sword."

"Aren't those secret guards dedicated to recruiting geniuses from all over the world? Why don't they... don't want Gu Jian?"

Xiao Yan's voice became hoarse at the end, and veins popped out in the palm of his hand holding the sword.

Didn't they recruit all the geniuses of the Daqian Dynasty?

But why didn't you want me in the first place?

If I, Gu Jian, had followed the secret guards since childhood, would my Gu family have a different ending?

But seeing how excited he was, the little old man didn't ask any questions and just told the truth he knew.

"You said Gu Jian——"

"This matter is a long story. If you want to explain it clearly, we have to start from the founding of the Daqian Dynasty."

"But to put it simply, it's just one sentence."

"It's just that the old emperor of Daqian was afraid of the Gu family, and then the Gu family just didn't want to continue anymore and wanted to retreat. Then Gu Tianrui, a monk in the heavenly realm, abandoned his cultivation in front of the old emperor to ensure that his children would always be mediocre and comfortable. .”

"But it's a pity that the monk's bloodline is here, and the seeds of swordsmanship are here. Gu Jian would have reached the current situation even without anyone's prompting."

"Bangdang-"

Jiuli in Xiao Yan's hand fell to the ground for the second time.

"How is that possible? Gu Jian himself is a monk, so how can he not tell whether Gu Tianrui has spiritual roots? How can he not tell whether Gu Tianrui has been deposed?"

The little old man chuckled, "You're not Gu Jian, how do you know he has the ability to see it?"

"Besides, if Gu Tianrui was not a monk, then why did he dare to name his son Jian in the first place? What is a sword? It is a murder weapon. How can a mortal's destiny be able to withstand the murder weapon?"

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time.

From that day on, Xiao Yan began another half-year retreat.

During this period, Senior Sister Achu, who was closest to him, came to see him, but he also stayed behind closed doors.

And until this day, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xiao Yan could no longer bear Senior Sister Achu's pleas, so he took Senior Sister Achu and Second Senior Brother down to Baiyun Mountain.

Baiyun Mountain is located at the junction of Northern Dynasty and Daqian. Although it is remote, the town at the foot of the mountain is the place where the two countries trade.

It can be considered prosperous.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and lights and colors are everywhere.

"Second Senior Brother, I want to eat candied haws on a stick. The candied haws on a stick is at the entrance of the alley. Go and buy it."

Achu took the second senior brother's arm, jumping up and down and speaking coquettishly.

How could the second senior brother endure A Chu's coquettish behavior? Even though he ordered Xiao Yan to take good care of A Chu, he disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

Xiao Yan once talked with the second senior brother. The second senior brother liked A Chu, and the reason why he did not leave like the other disciples of Baiyun Temple was because of A Chu.

Although Xiao Yan didn't understand this, he respected it.

But who would have expected that after the second senior brother left, Achu took his hand again and jumped up and down toward the stone bridge hung with lanterns on one side.

Xiao Yan promised the second senior brother to take care of A Chu, so he followed her and left without struggling.

On the stone bridge, Achu tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and subconsciously turned his gaze sideways.

However, Achu forced his head off.

"Xiao Yan, I like you."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Yan, I like you!"

Xiao Yan: "???!!"

"So, do you like me?"

A Chu's smart eyes suddenly became hazy with a layer of mist, feeling extremely aggrieved.

She actually really likes Xiao Yan.

Ever since she started pinching his cheek and he reacted dumbly, she liked it.

And after spending another half year together, I like them even more.

And she, Ah Chu, is also a Taoist. If she likes her, she will naturally say it out loud.

Ever since, this has happened now.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes and looked at A Chu's tearful eyes, originally not intending to pay attention.

After all, he was someone who dared to run away from a princess's marriage, so how could he be obsessed with a girl from a small Taoist temple?

But he remembered what his second senior brother had said. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks.

"Achu, I only like to practice swordsmanship in this life."

"I think the second division..."

However, before Xiao Yan could finish speaking, Achu knocked off his palm, wiped away his tears, and ran away in a panic towards the crowd on the other side.

Xiao Yan looked at his empty hand and felt at a loss for a moment.

Finally, leaving a signal is to return to the mountain alone.

However, what neither of them noticed was that the second senior brother who had disappeared into the crowd ran back again.

He just left in a hurry, and all the money was in A Chu's hands.

He happily turned back to ask for it from A Chu.

But he saw and heard clearly what happened just now.

"Bah-"

Douda's tears fell from the eyes of the second senior brother.

"Xiao Yan, I trust you so much, but what about you?"

"boom--"

"Get out of the way, the reward is here! The imperial court's reward list, that short-sighted guy dares to block the road here?!"

Suddenly, the second senior brother, who was in a sad place, was suddenly hit and staggered.

"Sorry, sorry, sir, I'm sorry!"

The second senior brother hurriedly wiped away his tears and kept bowing to apologize.

"Go away! Go away!"

"Hey, get out!"

Although the second senior brother is also a monk, he is a casual cultivator who does not belong to the Northern Dynasty or Daqian, and is roughly equivalent to a black household.

People do not fight with officials.

Even though I was secretly unhappy in my heart, I walked back.

Of course, the moment he raised his head.

The whole person was stunned.

I saw a portrait hanging on top of the list of new posts.

"Gu Jian?"

"Xiao Yan?!"