The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

Jiang Xiannan was astonished and was about to speak when several dark guards dressed in black appeared out of nowhere in the teahouse.

Their positions seemed to be scattered, but they actually surrounded Jiang Xiannan, and they could respond to any changes in him.

"Master." Among them, the person with the black silk on his forehead pointed to Xu Huangzhi, asking for instructions on how to deal with this person.

Seeing the situation clearly, Jiang Xiannan frowned, looked away from Cheng Ying, and turned to Xu Wangzhi: "I am a disciple of Huaiyin Sword Sect, do you want Feng Qingcheng to turn against Huaiyin?"

Xu Wangzhi sneered: "Who did it first, do you need me to remind you?"

"...I offended you." Jiang Xiannan took a step back.

Xu Wangzhi didn't intend to entangle him any more, he stood up, glanced at the wound on Jiang Xiannan's face: "Brother Jiang, goodbye."

When walking past Jiang Xiannan, Xu Wangzhi suddenly said to Xing Jia: "Xing Jia, don't tell my father what happened here today."

Xingjia bowed his head: "Yes."

When Xu Wangzhi left, Cheng Ying withdrew his sword and turned around.

Jiang Xiannan looked at his back and said, "Ah Ying, how did we get to this point?"

Cheng Ying's leaving footsteps paused, but only for a moment, and then took another step.

Was it the choice made by Jiang's parents that night ten years ago, or the painful days in the Demon Sect, or Jiang Xiannan's high-profile revenge regardless of his safety...

Cheng Ying didn't know.

All he knew was that the two had long been strangers.

On the return carriage, Xu Wangzhi poked his head out of the window and asked Cheng Ying who was following him.

"How did you know I was here?"

Cheng Ying: "I am the guard, wherever the young master is, I will naturally be there."

I just took the thank you gift for Mengluo yesterday, and I went out today, so I don't need to guess that I know that the person has come to the post station.

In fact, Xu Wangzhi didn't really want to ask him how he found this place: "I gave the grass in front of the cliff to Mengluo. What do you want, you can go to the private warehouse to pick it yourself after you go back."

Cheng Ying was riding on the horse. Hearing this, he kicked off the horse, moved forward to approach the car window, and lowered his head: "Master, can I change something else?"

Xu Wangzhi was stunned by his approach, then shrank his neck back into the car: "What do you want to change?"

"I don't know yet, the young master can take credit first." Cheng Ying raised the corner of his mouth.

"..." Xu Wangzhi raised his hand and put down the car curtain, separating his face that always makes people look fascinated unconsciously, "If you're not afraid that I'll renege on the debt later, then let's take it on credit."

It seems that Jiang Xiannan and his ilk have been left behind by this guy.

After the curtain was thrown, the corners of Cheng Ying's mouth became more curved. He straightened up, rode his horse and followed the car back to the City Lord's Mansion.

……

With the end of the celebration and the departure of the representatives of all parties who came to congratulate, Fengqing City gradually restored its former calm.

Before Fang Jingxuan returned, Xu Wangzhi continued to focus on the classics in the City Lord's Mansion.

With Xu Wangzhi's permission, Xiang Shan was able to go to the martial arts field to practice openly and aboveboard.

Cheng Ying would disappear for a period of time from time to time, Xingjia reminded Xu Wangzhi, Xu Wangzhi only said that he allowed it.

At first Xu Wangzhi really didn't think too much about what Cheng Ying was going to do, but after a long time, Xu Wangzhi probably guessed it.

Cheng Ying should have gone to the secret realm of Qingming Mountain to practice.

But Cheng Ying didn't say anything, so he didn't ask.

Ever since he remembered that the Mozong gave Cheng Ying two years to escape, Xu Wangzhi didn't worry about how to stay away from the protagonist.

When the time comes, it is estimated that even if he wants to keep people, Cheng Ying is unlikely to stay.

With a year or so left, he doesn't have to be that bad guy.

One day, Xu Wangzhi was leaning on the coffee table and was reading a book absorbedly, but the book in his hand was suddenly taken away. He raised his eyes and saw that it was Cheng Ying.

"Cheng Ying, you've been getting more and more..." presumptuous.

Before he finished the rest of the sentence, Cheng Ying had already sat down at the side, continued to read the paragraph he hadn't finished just now.

Xu Wangzhi stopped talking and listened carefully to his reading.

"Fu Xiu condenses his cultivation base on paper, distinguishing Yin and Yang and accepting Qiankun..."

Cheng Ying didn't stop until he finished reading the article that Xu Wangzhi hadn't finished.

"Master."

"Huh?" Xu Wangzhi replied lazily.

"I'll be in the mansion soon." Cheng Ying closed the book.

Xu Wangzhi came back to his senses from the contents of the book, and raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Seeing his reaction, Cheng Ying immediately understood: "Can you guess where I went?"

Xu Wangzhi snorted, "I'm not stupid."

"Thanks to the young master, I can make a breakthrough in my cultivation." Cheng Ying spoke proficiently as if to deceive people.

Breakthrough?

Xu Wangzhi sat up straight unconsciously, and his heart beat a little faster. Now some things are progressing much faster than the original plot in the book, and some things have already deviated from the original plot.

Under the butterfly effect, one day he will no longer be able to predict what will happen in the future.

Sensing that he was distracted, Cheng Ying called him: "Young master is not happy?"

"What's wrong with me?" Xu Huangzhi held back his uneasiness, and leaned on the coffee table again: "There are a lot of high-strength guards, and they are not harmful to me."

Cheng Ying took a deep look at him, but didn't say anything. He just picked up the book again, opened a new page, and started reading.

Until the end of the new year, both Fengqing City and the City Lord's Mansion were in an extremely peaceful state, as if a storm was about to come...

Not long after the New Year's Eve, Fang Jingxuan finally wrote to say that he was on his way back to Fengqing City.

This time, the eldest son Murong Tuo and the second daughter Murong Xi of the owner of Wuzhuang Village also accompanied him to visit Fengqing City.