Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Su Su Xiao Xiao, like a fairy in the sky.

No one answered around, and it was still so quiet that a needle could be heard.

It took a long time before someone sighed in a low voice, "Susu Xiaoxiao, like a fairy in the sky."

After this sound, someone revealed one after another soft sighs, and seemed to be frightened by the heavenly beings, and involuntarily lowered the volume.

When it came to Qiu Wanxuan, only a faint sigh could be heard.

He frowned in doubt, and lowered his eyes to catch a glimpse of the mask shattered by the aftermath of the impact. He was startled, and then looked away, pretending not to care.

He regretted it.

Just now, he acted entirely on instinct, his actions preceded his brain, and before he realized that he was already standing in front of Xia Churan.

Although he bears the name of the original master Mahayana realm, he is wearing it after all, and his cultivation is about the same as the Nascent Soul realm of this world. Moreover, the cultivation systems of the two worlds are completely different, and he has no spiritual power but cannot drive the spell.

So he could only use all his strength to take the blow with his spiritual power.

This blow seemed to be sent by the disciple, but it was blessed by Yu Qingyi who was in the God Transformation Realm, otherwise he would not have judged that Xia Churan would definitely die if he was hit the moment he realized it.

It was already difficult for him to stand still, but he still had to look calm and breezy.

Qiu Wanxuan thought, this is under the viewing mirror, if someone sees that he is a majestic Mahayana sword master, but he can't even protect his own mask, will he be suspected?

But the scene was quiet for a long time, and he scanned the crowd in surprise, only to realize that no one cared about the mask on the ground, but were all staring at him.

Qiu Wanxuan wondered, is he so intimidating?But if you block it for a while, you don't have to look at him with such admiration, do you?

The crane envoy was stunned for a while, and after hearing Qiu Wanxuan's voice, he hurriedly pointed to the red-robed elder and said, "Immortal Yu! This is under the viewing mirror of the Immortal League! You Qianjimen disciples are too courageous." !"

Hearing this, Yu Qingyi's face changed, and he immediately hit the disciple with a volley of palms, and angrily said: "Niety! Knowing that there is no way to return to heaven, you have put all your eggs in one basket and never repented! If Master Jianzun didn't stop him, I would have really hurt Xia. Martial nephew, how many lives do you have to pay for!"

The disciple's lips were pale, and before he could speak, his complexion changed and he passed out.

Qiu Wanxuan looked at the fallen disciple, her heart was burning with anger.

Killing Xia Churan and paying for a disciple will give him the chance to enter the secret realm of Tianji Pagoda.I didn't expect Qianjimen to be so unscrupulous and even desperate to such an extent, it is simply a fairy gate.

He glared at Yu Qingyi and said: "A mere foundation-building disciple will never be able to use the blow just now. If I failed to stop it in time, Xia Churan might die on the spot. I know what you have done. If you have any explanation, please explain it to Xianmeng!"

The crane envoy raised his arms and heard the sound of fluttering wings in the air, followed by a strong wind carrying sand and dust, and a long cry of a crane resounded across the sky. The huge wings cast a large shadow, covering half of the sky at the foot of Wanxiangzong Mountain.

The crane envoy made a gesture of invitation, and Yu Qingyi said: "Honorable Yu, please."

Yu Qingyi's eyes widened, "I am one of the ten elders of Qianjimen, you... how dare you detain me?"

The crane envoy said calmly, "Don't say it's the elders, even your Qianji Sect master, if you make such a big mistake, you should go to the Immortal League to be questioned in person."

"I do not have!"

"Go to Xianmeng to explain if you have any." The crane envoy finally turned cold, and finally stopped talking. He only raised his two fingers, and heard the sharp cry of cranes piercing through Yu Qingyi's eardrums. The cold urging is also a warning.

The veins on Yu Qingyi's forehead popped up, and he shouted angrily, "Understood! I will go by myself!"

After he finished speaking, he stared at Qiu Wanxuan viciously, his eyes were red, and he said between his teeth: "Wait." Then he followed the crane envoy and flew into the air, disappearing like a giant crane covering the sky. behind the wings.

Qiu Wanxuan kept her hands behind her back the whole time, without throwing a single look at Yu Qingyi.

The onlookers seemed to have just recovered from the successive shocks, and suddenly there was a burst of cheers.

Qiu Wanxuan turned around to leave, but she met Shang Xia Churan's gaze. The young man looked at him with some surprise at first, and then returned to his usual indifferent gaze after a while.

"Why did Your Majesty save me?"

Qiu Wanxuan looked at him like a fool, "Do you want to die?"

Seeing that the boy was silent again, he felt a little helpless, "Do you need a reason to save the disciple?"

He blurted out this sentence without thinking, but he regretted it as soon as he said it, because he saw the shocked and weird expression on the boy's face.

Too bad, the human design can't be collapsed, the original owner wouldn't say that.

Without the mask, he suddenly felt very insecure, and he didn't know if his expression was in place, so he quickly turned cold, cleared his throat, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

As he walked back, he heard the cheers from behind mixed with admiration for him, and he began to think wildly in his heart.

what happened?What about the promised villain master?

He stole the highlight scene of the face-slapping villain again, and saved the protagonist, so what did he say to his apprentice?

The villain master behaves uncharacteristically towards the protagonist's apprentice in order to save his life. In the end, he influences the apprentice and is forcibly broken into crimes. There are endless classic routines!Although this is a good place, even if there is a slight risk, he will kill it in the cradle.

Isn't there not enough lessons for Dianjiawen to become Lujiangwen?He can no longer live in a high-risk occupation.

Thinking of this, he shivered all over, and a trace of cold sweat oozes from the back of his forehead.

He closed his eyes for a long time and took a deep breath, reassuring himself that he was okay, but fortunately he woke up early and everything was still in time.

He paused, recalling the scene in the original story where the original master whipped his apprentice.How about... find an excuse to beat me up and bring back a little mean value?

But when he thought of the bruised and torn scene described in the original text, his heart tightened again, even the sleeves of his robe were clenched tightly.

Think of another way.

He then walked slowly towards the Ming Hall in this thoughtful three-step-one-meal.

In the distant dark underground palace, the picture in the viewing mirror is synchronized on a huge mercury curtain.

In the mirror, the fairy's long hair in a navy blue crane cloak was blown up by the strong wind and fluttered along with the hem of his clothes. A pair of eyes like clear springs under the moon are dotted on a peerless face, and the bright red at the end of the eyes is even more impressive. People were shocked.

In the hall, the man who was sitting lazily on the high seat and dressed in a luxurious black robe caught a glimpse of this scene, his expression that had been watching the show suddenly changed, and his red pupils were sharp.

In the next second, the figure on the high seat disappeared and appeared in front of the curtain instead.

He stared fixedly at the picture, his eyes chasing the figure in the mirror for a moment.Until the person looked at the viewing mirror filled with righteous indignation, and reprimanded the elder Qianjimen with a voice like jade hitting each other, he looked at the magnified figure in the screen through the curtain, and his heart beat wildly.

In the end, the picture stagnated, and the water screen curtain flashed, and after a few ripples, it returned to blank.

The red-eyed man narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous expression, and whispered with his lips curled up: "It's been a hard time for me to find, Lord Sword Master."

The wind direction of the Zongmen changed overnight.

The Living Hades that the disciples talked about, and the Mingtang Sword Master who wished to make a detour when he saw him on weekdays, became the hottest topic of conversation at the moment.

Xia Churan originally wanted to hide from Qiu Wanxuan, and would not see him if he could, but he could hear his disciples discussing Sword Master wherever he went, which gave him a headache.

What's more, but the next day he received a summons, asking him to go to Mingtang.

Can't wait?

He was already mentally prepared for Qiu Wanxuan to force him to hand over the strange fire, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. I don't know what method this person will use to force him this time?

Should I find an excuse to test him, or let him go to court for trial?

Just as he was thinking this way, he had already arrived at the foot of Mingtang Mountain from Disciple Liao before he knew it.Although he is a direct disciple of Jian Zun, one of the five masters of the Wanxiang sect, and should have a noble status, he lives in the disciple's dormitory with ordinary disciples, and does not live in Mingtang.

Since Xia Churan became a teacher, this master has never treated him as an apprentice. It is not bad to trouble him with the same method. If he is looking for him on weekdays, he always sends messages through the disciples who guard the palace, and there must be nothing good.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw that there were few people in the quiet area on weekdays, and the white jade steps leading to the Ming Hall were completely blocked by dark figures.

He saw the disciples straighten their necks and look towards the top of the temple on the mountain, and deliberately lowered their voices of discussion one after another.

"I heard it's not disfigured?"

"That's all rumors, it's not accurate."

"The way I see it, she's too good-looking to be in trouble."

"Wow, is this still hidden? If I look like this, I can walk sideways."

"It's almost like the person walking out of the painting, no, this kind of person should come from the sky."

A disciple looked at the top of the hall with a dazed expression, "I now know what the beauty of killing men and women is."

Xia Churan made a sound on purpose, and the disciples in front of him turned their heads like frightened birds, and they were all relieved when they saw him, "It's Senior Brother Xia."

"What are you doing stuck here?"

Xia Churan tried to push through the crowd and go to the palace on the top of the mountain, but a disciple grabbed his sleeve, "Senior Brother Xia, you are going to the Ming Hall, can you help me?"

Seeing Xia Churan's questioning gaze, the man continued excitedly: "The fragment of Lord Jianzun's mask that fell off was rubbed in the photo stone, and it sold out overnight, you know?"

"I heard that a low-grade picture-taking stone that can only store a few breaths of images will sell for five hundred spirit stones!"

Because the existing photo stones were used to store Qiu Wanxuan's images in large quantities, they were hoarded by profiteers because of the business opportunities.For a while, Luoyang paper was expensive.

"Fortunately, I was quick to save the picture at that time, otherwise a photo stone would have ruined my fortune."

Xia Churan didn't hear the key point after listening for a long time, so she frowned and asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he said in a begging tone, "Aren't you a direct disciple of His Majesty? Can you help us expand some images, and portraits are also fine."

Xia Churan's eyebrows twitched, and he raised his hand to push the crowd away, "No." After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and looked at the disciple suspiciously, "Aren't you trying to sell your portrait?"

The other party denied it flatly, "How can it be." When he said it, he smiled and scratched the back of his head, "But even if I keep it..."

Xia Churan saw that the base of the other party's ears turned red inexplicably, and he looked like a young boy Huaichun.

He was a little disdainful, the world was confused by Qiu Wanxuan's appearance, but he knew what kind of selfish and sanctimonious face was under that skin.

He glanced at everyone present, and warned: "If the portraits on Tuoying Zun are sold privately, if the Zun knows about it..."

As soon as the words were finished, the scary ghost mask of Qiu Wanxuan appeared in the mind of some disciples, and they were trembling with fright, and quickly waved their hands: "No, no."

At the same time, more laments came and went, "Please help."

Xia Churan shook his head slightly, and impatiently pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the Ming Hall, at the same time, he said, "If you want to, you can ask for respect yourself." After saying that, he left without looking back. I guess these people don't have the guts keep up.

Sure enough, as soon as he got outside the door, there was no one left behind. He looked back at the stone steps and saw the disciples dispersed in twos and threes with their heads downcast, so he turned his head and came to the gate of the courtyard that was concealed.

He paused for a moment before stepping over the threshold.

After taking two steps, I heard voices coming from inside.

"You're back?"

Xia Churan thought it was talking to him, and thought, didn't you ask me to come?Just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Qiu Wanxuan crouching outside the main house with her knees hugged from a distance.

The immortal didn't wear the usual navy blue crane cloak, but a tea-white robe, with his chin resting on his folded arms, looking at a white cat a few steps away.

It was a long-haired cat, snow-white all over, squatting in front of Qiu Wanxuan with its front paws propped up, its long tail flicked impatiently, and from time to time it grinned and meowed, looking very angry.

When did Ming Tang adopt a cat?

At this time, Qiu Wanxuan opened her mouth again, "What's wrong? Don't be angry." The ending sound rose, with a smile that had never been heard before.

Can Sword Master Mingtang laugh?And it sounded like he was coaxing people, Xia Churan felt that he must have heard it wrong.

I saw Qiu Wanxuan waving at the white cat, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time, come here."

The white cat hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, it took a few steps, and stopped a step away, but Qiu Wanxuan suddenly reached out and snatched it.

The whole cat fell into the fairy's arms and was turned upside down with a cloak on its belly.

The white cat opened its teeth and danced its paws and let out a threatening meowing sound, but after scratching its neck a few times with its long and fair fingers, it seemed as if it had cast a spell, and the threatening voice immediately changed its tone and gradually became softer.

"Aww...you're disobedient...all my advice was in vain..."

The white cat pushed against the immortal with its two paws, but it didn't open its sharp blade. It just pushed its soft pads on Qiu Wanxuan's arm, and its eyes, which were originally as wide as copper bells, were narrowed into slits.

As the nimble fingertips lingered on the neck and belly, the weak thrust soon dissipated, leaving only a soft meowing sound.

"How can you be disobedient? Always follow the person's design." Qiu Wanxuan scratched more and more vigorously.

"But you... changed the plot..." The cat had already collapsed into a cat cake, nestled comfortably in the fairy's arms and did not move.

"Where is it? The plot that should go is over."

Xia Churan could see that Qiu Wanxuan was answering questions, but he couldn't seem to hear what the cat said.

Is it a contract beast?

As he thought about it, he saw Sword Master Mingtang hidden under the window of the mask before, his eyes that were always as cold as glaciers now had a warm current, like the sparkling water surface under the sunset, reflecting golden light.

The slender and delicate lip line is slightly raised.

This is completely different from the appearance of the sword master in his impression, and Xia Churan couldn't help being taken aback, almost doubting his own eyes.

That person actually smiled.