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

There are still a few days before the start of the trial meeting. Xu Wangzhi had a great time in the Tingyun Hall. In his spare time, he watched monks from other sects fight each other, and listened to Meng Luo talk about the tedious preparation of elixir, and the state of the middle stage of Chenghong. There was a faint looseness.

The first person to know about this was Cheng Ying.

Because Xu Wangzhi couldn't sleep, he used to knock on his door.

"Cheng Ying! I can't sleep!" Young Master Xu spoke confidently.

Cheng Ying opened the door and saw his excited and familiar face, he stepped aside and let him into his room.

"What did you realize again?"

In the past six months, every time Xu Wangzhi made a new breakthrough in swordsmanship, he would knock on his room door like this, regardless of the time, and show him his own attempts.

At first, the young master was a little embarrassed, and after knocking on the door, he had to ask Cheng Ying if he was sleepy or tired, and Cheng Ying would naturally never refuse him.

Later, the two evolved into the tacit understanding they have now.

"I didn't realize anything." Xu Wangzhi walked into the room, sat down at the table, looked at Cheng Ying with bright eyes, "I have broken through the middle stage of Chenghong."

Cheng Ying raised his eyebrows, stared at his cultivation, nodded after a while: "It is indeed the state of Chenghong's late stage, congratulations."

But Xu Wangzhi became worried again: "Is it something wrong for you to say that my realm has improved so quickly?"

It's been almost a year, and Xiangshan is still at the bottleneck in the early stage of Chenghong, and it has been unable to break through it for a long time.

But he is already in the late stage of Chenghong.

Cheng Ying smiled helplessly when he heard the words, and walked up to him: "My young master, do you know how many people can't envy this talent?"

Some people may only stay in the Rainbow Realm for the rest of their lives.

Xu Wangzhi poured himself a glass of water, and he actually knew that his worry was a little bit like meat: "I just feel a little irritable for some reason."

Cheng Ying frowned, raised his hand and stretched out the tip of his index finger, and tapped on his forehead: "Calm down, let me explore your sea of ​​consciousness."

Xu Wangzhi closed his eyes, trying to keep calm.

After a while, Cheng Ying withdrew his hand: "It's okay, your sea of ​​consciousness is as stable as ever. If you can't sleep tonight, you can read a book in my room."

Xu Wangzhi hummed, and finally realized his conscience: "If you are tired, rest first, don't worry about me, I will go back to sleep when I am tired from reading."

"Not tired, you don't have to worry about me." Cheng Ying said.

Like many nights before, although the two were in the same room, they did their own things tacitly. One sat on the bed to meditate, and the other read on the couch by the window without disturbing each other.

As the night darkened, the breathing of the person on the couch gradually became steady.

Cheng Ying opened his eyes, got off the bed, and walked to the couch.

The bright moonlight outside the window reflected his peaceful sleeping face. His long and dense eyelashes looked like a resting butterfly, and his wings fluttered with his breath from time to time. Under the exquisite nose tip were beautifully shaped lips.

"Do you trust me that much?"

The big hand with well-defined bones was raised, and the back of the hand brushed the cheek of the sleeping man. After pausing for a moment at the corner of the lips, he restrainedly opened the distance.

Cheng Ying bent down and stretched out his hands, lifting him from the couch.

Xu Wangzhi leaned his head obediently on his shoulder, without any intention of waking up.

As a monk, this vigilance is really too bad.

……

The next day, the meeting hall of the main peak of Sanhe Peak.

"Why is the seat in Fengqing City vacant?" the deacon elder of Sanhe Peak who was sitting on top asked in a deep voice.

"Return to Elder, Elder Xu is retreating, Feng Qingcheng replied that Young Master Xu will attend, counting the days, he should have arrived early." Some of the disciples lined up on both sides replied.

The elder deacon half closed his eyes: "Go and ask."

"Yes."

At this moment, the representatives of the various branches of the Sword Sect in the hall exchanged glances vaguely.

Fengqing City has always been incompatible with other branches of the Sword Sect. If it wasn't for Xu Chong's ascension to Grand Master status, a little-known young city master wouldn't be worth their time waiting.

Soon, those who left came to report back.

"Elder calm down, it was the disciples of the outer sect who led the master Xu Shao to stop Yunfeng."

"Nonsense." The deacon elder frowned, "If you don't go and invite people back, the disciples who lead the wrong way will go to the cold ice pool and think for seven days."

"Yes."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

"Master, the disciple of Young Master Xu has met him before, but he is just an ordinary mortal, and he has to wait for all the elders like this?" Jiang Xiannan stood behind Mo Feichen, his voice was not too loud, just enough that everyone in the hall could hear him Degree.

Mo Feichen said succinctly: "No matter who he is, he represents Xu Zhong who is in retreat, and represents Feng Qingcheng."

The disciples beside the elder deacon couldn't help complaining: "Even if the outer disciples don't recognize the young city master Xu, young city master Xu didn't take the initiative to reveal his identity and let the misunderstanding, I really don't know if it was intentional."

The deacon elders responded.

Murong Tuo, the Young Master of Wuzhuang who was sitting in a corner, helped to explain: "Young Master Xu rarely goes out, so it must be just a misunderstanding."

The elder deacon gave him a sideways glance, and didn't bother to speak to him.

No one spoke to the nearby branches.

Murong Tuo gritted his lower teeth, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

Compared with the Grand Master in Fengqing City, Wuzhuang's Nostalgic Realm is really not enough.

Xu Wangzhi only felt that he was woken up in a panic by Xiang Shan not long after falling asleep.

"Master, someone from Sanhe Peak is here to invite you."

Xu Wangzhi: "Huh?"

Xiang Shan repeated: "The owner of the city is the elder of the Sanhe Sword Sect. Your coming here not only represents Fengqing City, but also the owner of the city, so the deacon elder sent his disciples to invite you to the main peak meeting hall."

"The disciple who came also said that it was a mistake to attract the disciples we brought to Tingyun Peak. Let us pack up our things by the way, and live in the main peak with disciples from other branches of the Sword Sect before the trial meeting begins."

Xu Wangzhi applied the warm handkerchief Xiang Shan handed over to his face, and finally he became more awake.

"Okay, Cheng Ying, let him clean up too."

While speaking, Cheng Ying had already opened the door and entered.

"I don't have anything to pack."

Seeing him, Xu Wangzhi remembered what happened last night, turned around and saw that he was in his room, and realized that it was Cheng Ying who saw that he was asleep and sent him back.

"You sent me back after hard work last night." Xu Wangzhi smiled apologetically at him.

Cheng Ying: "It's not hard."

Xu Wangzhi: "You don't need to send me off next time, it's the same if I sleep with you."

Xiang Shan, who was packing up his things, moved his ears slightly, and sighed softly with a blushing face.

This is on someone else's territory, my young master, can't you two restrain yourself a little bit?

Maybe he was too young to appreciate their involuntary feelings.

……

A group of people headed towards the main peak of Sanhe Peak under the guidance of unfamiliar Jianzong disciples.

But before entering the sect, he was stopped by the disciples of Shoufeng.

"Unless you are a swordsman from the sect, you can't enter." Shoufeng disciple looked at Cheng Ying, "You are not a swordsman."

Xu Wangzhi frowned. In the original book, Cheng Ying was actually a genius of both sword and body cultivation, but now that the plot line has changed so much, he can't be sure whether Cheng Ying is still a swordsman.

If Cheng Ying couldn't enter Sanhe Peak, they might as well just go back to Dingyuntang.

But Xu Wangzhi's worries quickly dissipated, because Cheng Ying showed his strong strength as the protagonist.

Under the curious eyes of the disciples of the Sword Sect, Cheng Ying drew his long sword out of its sheath and activated his spiritual power. The sword intent belonging to the early period of nostalgia pointed directly at the disciple of Shoufeng.

"So, is it a sword cultivator?"

The peak guard disciples are only in the middle of their dreams, and they are not in the realm of Huaigu.

He folded his hands in apologetic salute: "It's the younger generation who was rude."

Cheng Ying put his sword back into its sheath, showing the usual indifference when facing outsiders, and did not answer.

The disciple who first escorted Xu Wangzhi's group hurried over to smooth things over.

"The elders are all waiting for the young city lord, why don't I let the other disciples take these two to Huiyun Pavilion for a rest, and the young city lord will follow me first."

Xu Wangzhi frowned: "No, they followed me."

Wait and wait, it was your Sanhe Peak disciple who led you astray at first, but now you blame his people for delaying time?

Seeing that Xu Wangzhi couldn't be persuaded, the disciple who had just opened his mouth looked a little ugly. He could see that Xu Wangzhi and the servant beside him were only at the Rainbow Realm, but because he had seen Cheng Ying's strength in the early stage of nostalgia, his attitude He can't be tough, not to mention he also knows that there is a great master in Fengqing City.

"If the Young City Master is willing, then follow." The disciple stopped talking and just led the way.

A group of people came to the entrance of the meeting hall, Cheng Ying and Xiang Shan followed Xu Wangzhi and stepped in.

In an instant, several eyes cast on several people.

The coercion from the grand master was extremely uncomfortable, Xu Huangzhi stopped in his footsteps, and Cheng Ying helped his waist in time from behind.

In just a moment, the coercion on the top disappeared.

Xu Wangzhi raised his eyes to meet those who were probing, contemptuous or mocking, and straightened his back.

"Xu Wangzhi of Fengqing City, I have met all the seniors."

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