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

The next moment, Cheng Ying snorted.

It was Xu Wangzhi who bit his lip.

But soon, the blood beads that came out were swallowed.

The smell of blood filled their lips and teeth, Cheng Ying couldn't bear it any longer, and kissed him hard.

The wound on the corner of the mouth brought pain and made him more devoted. This wound was given to him by Xu Wangzhi.

Xu Wangzhi closed his eyes, tolerated his loss of control obediently, and only hummed softly when he was out of breath.

Cheng Ying tightened his arms around his waist, and asked him hoarsely, "Do you still want to go out?"

Hearing this, Xu Wangzhi stepped back a little, and looked at him in a daze: "Of course I have to go out."

Sighing lightly, Cheng Ying leaned forward and bit his earlobe lightly: "Then don't recruit me."

Xu Wangzhi reacted and pushed him away: "You are the one who said you want to kiss, and you are the one who doesn't. You should blame me for being so fickle."

"...Yes, it's not your fault, it's me." Cheng Ying admitted his mistake very positively, "My lack of concentration is my fault."

Xu Wangzhi raised his chin: "All right, I don't blame you."

"Let's go out first."

Cheng Ying: "Yes."

Leaving this secret place among the secret places, the whereabouts of Xu Wangzhi and Cheng Ying were quickly captured by interested people.

Jiang Xiannan and the others were the first to find them.

"A Ying, I just want a token." Jiang Xiannan directly ignored Xu Wangzhi, trying to negotiate with Cheng Ying.

After all, Xu Wangzhi is only in the late stage of Chenghong, whether he can take away the token depends on Cheng Ying's attitude.

Cheng Ying's attitude was very clear, he stood in front of Xu Wangzhi, and said to Jiang Xiannan: "Then your efforts may be in vain."

Five opponents who do not dream of the late stage.

Xu Wangzhi narrowed his eyes, even if he had Cheng Ying, he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy.

Jiang Xiannan didn't move, but Cheng Ying moved first.

At this moment, the suppression of the low-level monks of other sects by the physical training of the water-cutting realm is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

With one against five, Cheng Ying did not lose the wind for a while.

The sword intent was sharp and the spiritual power was surging. Several people fought together, but Cheng Ying was more recognizable in black.

Xu Wangzhi frowned, and soon saw one of them jumped out of the game and rushed towards him.

He couldn't always stand behind Cheng Ying.

Xu Wangzhi gritted his teeth and drew his sword to meet him. There were no fancy sword moves, but the simplest flat cut.

Faced with his shoulder, a trace of contempt flashed across the face of the Huaiyin Sword Sect disciple, and the sharp blade came up domineeringly, ready to pick off Xu Wangzhi's long sword and take the token directly on his chest.

However, he never expected that Xu Wangzhi's unremarkable slash, under the superficial sword intent, was layered sword wind like flying sharp blades, spinning and attacking him from all directions.

He couldn't move Xu Wangzhi's long sword away, and he couldn't even undo his move, so he could only dodge in embarrassment.

Seeing this scene out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Ying relaxed a little, and focused more on dealing with the four people surrounding him, including Jiang Xiannan.

"A Ying, why do we need to fight each other? I just want a token from Xu Wangzhi. The current situation is that if you have this token, you may not be able to win, but if you give it to me, we will definitely win." Jiang Xiannan tried to persuade Cheng Ying , "You can persuade you young city masters."

However, Cheng Ying was tired of haggling with him: "Stop talking nonsense, if you win me, I have nothing to say."

Jiang Xiannan's expression froze for a moment: "You chose this. Ah Ying. Don't blame me afterwards."

Cheng Ying: "You think highly of yourself, Jiang Xiannan."

Jiang Xiannan's face turned cold.

"Okay, then let's speak with strength."

When Jiang Xiannan said to speak with strength, he obviously meant to speak with the strength of the five members of their Huaiyin Sword Sect.

A pair of four.

On the top of Luojia Mountain, Tang Yan watched what happened in the secret realm, his gaze passed by Mo Jiechen, and he had a tired expression as usual.

"These disciples are quite shameless." Tang Yan said.

Mo Jiechen glanced at him: "Secret realms need to fight together, why doesn't Elder Tang blame the other party for abandoning his companions when he has reunited with them?"

Now with two vs. five, if it fails unfortunately, it's just because the teammates didn't arrive in time to participate in the coordinated battle.

Tang Yan laughed, closed his mouth, and stopped talking to him.

There are too many words without speculation, and the people of Huaiyin Jianzong are omnipotent.

When they get too arrogant and hit the suzerain's head, their fortunes will be about the same.

Gradually, it was still a little difficult for Xu Wangzhi to deal with the late Bumeng monks alone.

The opponent had seen through his moves, and Ping Zhan couldn't deal with him any more.

In the blink of an eye, the books he had read in the water pavilion came to Xu Wangzhi's mind.

—With compassion in my heart, lotuses grow every step of the way—

Gently turning his wrist, Xu Wangzhi raised the tip of his sword, and the sword intent condensed into several lotus flowers, attacking the opponent.

The opponent only thought it was Xu Wangzhi's new trick, and still used the previous move to break his sword intent to deal with it.

But he didn't want to, this time the lotus was not easily scattered by him like the previous sword intent.

Broken petals scattered, and he froze on the spot, seeing his parents who sent him to Huaiyin Sword Sect.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to sell it to the Huaiyin Sword Sect.

His family was poor, and he was sold by his parents into the Huaiyin Sword Sect, which was eager to recruit more disciples, just because he detected a natural spiritual root.His parents said it was for his future, but he watched them leave without looking back after they got the silver, knowing that they were also for their own future.

When he was a little older, he went back to that home, and life at home had indeed improved a lot because of him, but he also saw the newborn child in his parents' arms.

He has only one pair of parents, but his parents are not the only child.

After selling him, they could still have other children.

Even, his existence may be for the "good life" of his family.

Otherwise, why does the younger brother have no spiritual roots, and the younger brother is just a mortal.

He also just wants to be a mortal, he doesn't want a natural spiritual root, he just wants his parents and his own home.

He wants to be cared about when he is hurt, not just reprimanded and abused, he wants to be cared for when he is tired, not just scorned and ignored...

But all of this is a distant dream for him.

Whether in the past or now.

Xu Wangzhi saw that the other party seemed to be stupefied, and stood motionless on the spot, and later realized that the lotus flower he had cultivated seemed to be not quite right.

But there was no time for him to think about anything else.

The disciples of the Huaiyin Sword Sect sensed the abnormality of their companions, they gave up Cheng Ying one after another, and attacked Xu Huangzhi.

"What unrefined means did you use?"

"What did you do to my junior brother?"

For a moment, Xu Huangzhi seemed to be the person who committed the most crimes.

Obviously it was the other party who came to grab things.

A thief shouting "Catch a thief" is really shameless.

On the top of Luojia Mountain, Tang Yan got up from his seat and looked at Xu Wangzhi without blinking.

Liansheng realm, this child has become a manjushahua?

What Xu Wangzhi didn't know was that manjusawa was not some kind of flower in the secret realm, but a Zen practice, and the first monk was the master of the secret realm.

Broken lotus petals floated in the air, and all the Huaiyin disciples present were dragged into Manzhushahua's illusion by being caught off guard.

Except for Jiang Xiannan who was fighting Cheng Ying.

Love parting love parting, no love, no nostalgia naturally, no need to part.

On the top of the Luojia Mountain cliff, Mo Liuchen, who had always looked calm, narrowed his eyes slightly after watching this scene.

His beloved apprentice surprised him a little.

Without the help, Jiang Xiannan could not win by himself. Soon, the long sword was released, and Jiang Xiannan fell to the ground in embarrassment, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Ying stepped forward, picked up the long sword he had dropped, and pointed at him.

Jiang Xiannan understood, coughed lightly, took out the token from the bag, and threw it to him.

"I only have these tokens here."

Cheng Ying put it away.

Xu Wangzhi on the side was not interested in the spoils, he was more concerned about these people who were stunned by his lotus.

It was said in the book that the lotus gave birth to an illusion, but he really didn't expect such an effect.

But soon, Xu Wangzhi felt something was wrong.

As one of them turned pale for a moment, Xu Wangzhi's chest was suffocated, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Ying's heart sank, and he stepped forward to send spiritual power to him: "How are you?"

Xu Wangzhi frowned, sat cross-legged on the spot and meditated.

"They are in my illusion. I am not as good as them, but I was hurt by them."

Cheng Ying: "Unlock their illusions, and I will deal with them."

Xu Wangzhi nodded, closed his eyes and settled down.

Soon, the shattered lotus petals gathered together from all directions, gathered at the tip of Xu Wangzhi's long sword, and then melted into the sword.

At the same time, the eyes of the four Huaiyin Sword Sect disciples regained their clarity, clearly waking up from the illusion.

But in the next moment, several people's necks felt cold.

It was Cheng Ying who held the sword with both hands and put it on their necks.

"Are you still fighting?"

The heart-piercing pain in the illusion made several people feel a little depressed.

One person shook his head, and the other three did not persist.

"a shame."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the sky.

When Jiang Xiannan and a few members of the Huaiyin Sword Sect heard this, they immediately knelt down on the spot.

"Master."

"come out."

Jiang Xiannan frowned, but did not express any objection. He took out the letter and tore it up neatly.

In the next second, the four of them disappeared in front of Cheng Ying.

"What do you mean?" Xu Wangzhi was puzzled as the situation took a turn for the worse.

Cheng Ying: "The internal affairs of Huaiyin have nothing to do with us."

Xu Wangzhi also remembered that it was Mo Bichen's voice just now: "...um."

Cheng Ying took out the healing medicine from the mustard seed and fed it to him.

"Are you ok?"

Xu Wangzhi swallowed the pill with his hand.

"fine."

Cheng Ying raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger, and then took out the token that Jiang Xiannan just handed over.

"These should be snatched by Jiang Xiannan from others."

"There's still one day left, return it to the person who found them." Xu Wangzhi said.

Cheng Ying was a little surprised that he would arrange this way, but he always supported him: "Okay."

"Of course, if we can't find the original owner of the remaining ones, we'll just keep them for ourselves," Xu Wangzhi said.

"it is good."

"Let's find Xiangshan and the others first."

"Ah."