The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

At night, Bao'an Mountain has dense dark clouds, light rain, and electric fire flowing in the sky. Fortunately, the thunder is not harsh, but muffled, like the snoring of the gods.

In front of a meditation room in Xiaoqingguan, a slender young monk was discussing something in a low voice with another monk in Tsing Yi and wearing a yin and yang ring.

The former described the solemnity, almost writing the words "unsmiling" between the five sense organs: "According to my conception, the patrol and defense of Bao'an Mountain need to be doubled. The demons will attack at any time; The lessons learned by others must not be repeated!"

The Taoist priest in Tsing Yi was also affected by his awe-inspiring look: "Yes. The formations of Qingliang Valley have been laid down layer by layer around the mountain, and since the Laojun temple has been wiped out, Xiaoqing temple has become the forefront of the battle line. There is a loss."

Speaking of this, the Tsing Yi Taoist's tone became a little more relaxed: "Fortunately, Wuchen is here. With him sitting here, the disciples of all sects can feel at ease."

The former disapproved very much and said: "Even though senior brother is here, the disciples of the four sects should be tense in their hearts. Senior brother has been up these days and nights, guarding against coming battles. I am afraid that his body will not be able to cope, so I just advised him Go and rest for a while. If the demons take advantage of this time..."

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden sound of shattering vessels in the meditation room, and then someone fell to the ground barefoot, and the sound of footsteps rang all the way from the side of the couch to the door.

Accompanied by a burst of muffled thunder, the door hinge was pulled open with a creak, and the light of a clear candle shone from behind the person in the door, outlining a phantom with slightly disheveled temple hair.

The visitor panted slightly, as if waking up from a dream, not knowing what year it is.

The expression of the solemn Taoist priest changed, and he stepped forward a few steps: "Brother, what's the matter?"

The visitor didn't answer, but just glanced at the surrounding scene, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, his eyes wandered for a long time before staying on the face of the person in front of him.

He was dreaming: "Xiyun...is it Xiyun?"

Guangfu Junyue Xiyun frowned, and reached out to touch his forehead to test the temperature: "Brother, are you having a nightmare?"

As soon as he stretched his hand halfway, someone grasped it in his palm.

When he really touched the hands full of sword cocoons, the visitor's usually lazy and drooping eyes showed ecstasy uncontrollably.

Yue Xiyun never liked to be too intimate with others in front of others, now that he was caught and couldn't move, the solemn look on his face couldn't be maintained anymore, out of etiquette, he couldn't forcefully break away, so he had to twist his body, Quietly turning his wrist, trying to get away: "Senior brother, Mr. Fuyao is still here...Senior brother!! Didn't you secretly drink again?!"

But the person who came here no longer had the guilty conscience when he was caught by himself after secretly drinking, and frankly admitted: "Yes, I was drunk."

Yue Xiyun: "..."

When he finally suppressed his anger and was about to give him some advice, someone interrupted him: "Xi Yun, let me ask you, what year is it?"

Yue Xiyun's eyes darkened: "..."

How much alcohol did senior brother drink at this critical moment? !

He didn't even want to say anything, but the visitor asked hopefully: "...It's the first year of hunting, isn't it?"

a moment ago.

When Qing Jingjun Yue Wuchen opened his sleepy eyes on the couch, everything he saw seemed to be covered with dust and mist, and when the mist gradually dissipated, he was surprised to find that he was no longer a vain soul, he had all his hands and feet, and all six senses , The body is even stained with the light fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

He turned over and sat up, his breathing quickening.

...He remembered this place, this rainy night that was thundering like swarms of insects, and in the distant past, when he was extremely sleepy, he fell asleep in this small Taoist temple.

In a state of panic and joy, he broke a teacup, struggled and ran out of the meditation room, and after a few words with Yue Xiyun, he walked into the light rain, squinted his eyes and looked at Couplets in the Zen room.

Xiaoqingguan is located at the southern foot of Bao'an Mountain. Osmanthus osmanthus is a specialty here, and osmanthus wine is famous for thousands of miles. Therefore, when he was addicted to alcohol, when he chose a resting place, he immediately took a fancy to this pair of osmanthus wine. couplets.

"Happy to open the sky and clear the open area, just like drinking sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

The cold rain drifted into Yue Wuchen's eyes, but he felt a faint heat around his eyes.

...it is indeed here.

He is back.

Before he had time to think about why he would return to the first year of Zhengshou when the war between immortals and demons broke out, Yue Wuchen waved his sleeves, summoned the sword "Yuanjun", turned and jumped up.

Yue Xiyun was stunned for a while, then woke up like a dream, went up and grabbed Yue Wuchen's unfastened belt: "Brother, where are you going?"

Yue Wuchen's answer was short and powerful: "Go back to Fengling Mountain."

Yue Xiyun stared blankly: "...Brother, the blood sect of Saluo's department is not far away, and it may attack at any time. Do you have any urgent matters to deal with when you go back to the mountain? I will go for you!"

Yue Wuchen gave an answer called Yuexi Yuntou: "...Xiyun, don't worry, the magic way will never come tonight."

"How did senior brother know..."

But Yue Wuchen had no time to answer his questions.He was full of concern for another person, and when he jumped on the sword, he didn't even put on his outer robe and shoes.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him from leaving, Yue Xiyun had no choice but to call out: "Brother! Put on your shoes!"

Yue Wuchen didn't even pay attention to his words, he turned into a breeze and completely disappeared in front of the two of them.

Yue Xiyun's lips opened and closed a few times, but he couldn't speak a word, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and hot sweat was breaking out on his back.

Once this backbone was gone, he felt even more apprehensive.

Mr. Fuyao was also puzzled by Mr. Qingjing's actions, but after noticing Mr. Guangfu's ugly face, he immediately tried his best to comfort him: "Mr. Qingjing doesn't care about small details, but he has a certain amount of advance and retreat when it comes to major ones. He never loses money like this. Leaving in a hurry, there should be something urgent to do."

Yue Xiyun walked back and forth with his forehead on his forehead, made up his mind, and stomped his feet severely: "Come on! Senior brother must not mention the matter of leaving the temple to the disciples! I will personally guard the temple tonight. If the evil way strikes, I will lead my troops Fight them!"

Mr. Fuyao followed him and comforted him a few more words, but his heart was no longer panic-like.

The words Qing Jingjun left before he left just now were too sure, as if he was absolutely sure that the evil way would not disturb tonight.

In Fengling Mountain, the young Xu Xingzhi was sitting on the threshold of the main entrance, with his feet up, holding a bamboo fan to enjoy the rain.Because of his vigorous anger, he was not afraid of the cold rainy night, so he took off his outer robe and tied it around his waist casually.

Xu Xingzhi's Taoism is still shallow, although he has the respect of the first disciple, he is not as independent as Qu Chi, the disciple under the seat of Lord Mingzhao of Danyang Peak. Therefore, when Lord Guangfu counted his disciples, after careful consideration, he chose to let him Stay behind Shoushan.

The few disciples who were guarding with him tonight are only low-ranking, and they still don't know Xu Xingzhi's temperament. They only know that the master loves him very much, and they feel a little jealous in their hearts. They all regard themselves as stumps , kept silent, for fear of offending this unknown leader.

Xu Xingzhi sat for a while, seeing that no one was talking to him, he was really bored, so he simply said to himself: "Are you tired from standing?"

All the disciples dare not speak.

Xu Xingzhi squeezed the bamboo bones together, and tapped his palms: "Why are you so bitter and bitter? If the evil way comes, the sentry sentry in the distance will definitely release a signal and activate the mountain sealing array. We are tense in our hearts. Xian'er, it's fine to be nervous all the time, if you just put it on the face, it will easily make people uneasy. Are you right?"

Xu Xingzhi spoke with a smile, which sounded pleasant. Although the disciples suspected that he was still young and didn't know the priorities, they were more or less comforted by his calm tone.

Xu Xingzhi was about to say something more when he suddenly felt a gust of spiritual wind blowing towards his face.

Before all the disciples could react, the bamboo fracture fan in Xu Xingzhi's hand had already changed its shape, and the sharp blade broke out of its sheath with the sound of his hand bell shaking, and faced the void, the scabbard was simply thrown off by him.

The thing in his palm is a treasure made out of a whim recently, it can take shape at will, but now only a prototype has been made, and there are only three or four different patterns that can be changed.

Xu Xingzhi held his breath and waited for a moment, and his tense muscles relaxed.

... He has identified who the familiar spiritual power comes from.

However, just as his smiling eyes curled up, the visitor jumped off the "Yuanjun" sword, took a few quick steps with bare feet, and hugged Xu Xingzhi into his arms without any explanation.

Xu Xingzhi was caught off guard by Mr. Qingjing, his black eyes rolled around a few times, and he was quite puzzled: "Master...Master? What's wrong?"

"Do it." He heard Jun Qingjing's voice trembling slightly, "Do it..."

His hair was slightly damp, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were two or three tiny drops of water on them.The light rain completely soaked his thin underwear, outlining his thin waist and clear chest and abdomen muscles.

For some reason, Xu Xingzhi felt a certain kind of extremely sad and desolate emotion from Qing Jingjun, who has always been carefree and fearless. This emotion infected him, and made Xu Xingzhi feel uncomfortable in his heart: "...Master..."

Mr. Qing Jing hugged him, without saying a word.

During those ten years of darkness, he was in Meng Chongguang's storage ring, conscious and conscious, thinking and thinking.

He has heard Xu Xingzhi cry bitterly in the wine alley, heard the sad news of the destruction of the four gates, heard the wild wind and sand and the mournful cries of his disciples.

He knows the flow of cause and effect, he knows everything that happens in the outside world, but he can't do anything about it.

However, now he is back, back to the time when everything hadn't happened yet, when he still had the power to restore everything.

Before Xu Xingzhi could continue to ask questions, Mr. Qing Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed his right wrist, without any explanation, he took off the hexagonal handbell, held it in his palm, and smashed it to pieces!

Xu Xingzhi was startled: "...Master?"

After confirming that the bell had turned into ashes in his palm, Qing Jingjun let go of his heart for a while, and lightly touched the young man's thick hair with his lips: "...All right, I'm sorry."

Xu Xingzhi snuggled into Mr. Qingjing's warm embrace. He didn't know why he apologized, but he could feel his warmth and love.So he suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and stopped asking why his master suddenly returned from the main battle site of the battle between immortals and demons overnight, and let him hug him, and even took the opportunity to rub him obediently and coquettishly.

Qing Jingjun smiled, stroked his forehead hair, and acquiesced that Xu Xingzhi could do anything wrong in his arms.

The disciples who guarded the mountain were all inferior in rank. They had never seen the true face of Lord Qingjing so close. All of them lost their voices for a while, and only looked at the one who was said to be the most powerful of the new generation of the four sects in amazement. Man, like embracing a lost and found treasure, embraces his apprentice with great care.

Xu Xingzhi hadn't noticed the surprise and envy of the disciples around him, he turned his wrist, only to feel that the place was empty, he was not used to it.

...he quite liked that bell.

And in Qingyun Mountain, fifty miles away from Xiaoqingguan, a man in a dark purple robe drank a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, licked his lips, and seemed to like the taste very much.

The lord of the demonic way saw him drinking wantonly for [-] years, and felt worried: "Second brother, seeing that the big battle is imminent, if you get drunk, what should you do?"

The person he called "Second Brother" had a natural light-dark complexion, but it didn't take away from his handsome and evil look. His crow-blue eyes were cold and bright, full of sarcasm: "Can this wine be intoxicating? Besides , What is 'the big battle is imminent'? You refuse to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and keep saying 'fighting opportunity' and "forbearance", you simply wait for your fighting opportunity, I will drink my wine."

Nianzai felt helpless for his brother Saluo who had no plan and only knew how to act in disorder: "The fourth gate was hit hard a few days ago, and Xiaoqing Temple must be heavily guarded recently. Why should we touch this hard nail? Why don't we touch this hard nail? Wait for their defense to become exhausted, and then we..."

Saluo grinned: "The nail is not hard, so what's the point of touching it?"

After twenty years of listening to him talking absurdly, I couldn't bear him to drink any more, so I reached out and pressed the rim of his cup: "Saluo! Listen to me, Fengling Shanyue Wuchen also came to Xiaoqingguan, next time In hand-to-hand combat, you will face him nine out of ten times. He has been at the top of the four-door list for more than ten years, you can't be dismissive, do you hear me?!"

"It's a joke." Saluo curled his lips, and said contemptuously, "That group of stinky Taoist priests of the righteous way, what's the point of the ring competition? No blood, no killing, what's the fun in the competition? Besides, No. [-] in the Tianbang So what? A flock of sheep fights in the sheep pen, can the winning sheep beat the wolf?"

As he spoke, he brushed off his [-]-year-old palm, and said with a smile, "I'd like to see how this little lamb ranked number one is different from the others."