The villain is too evil

The forest is deep and winding, and the wind passes without a trace.

In the hall, falling a fine needle into the ear is like the sound of a drum.

Nangong Jin's dissatisfaction permeated vividly in his words, even his brows and tightly pursed lips were expressing his confusion and complaints.

His father lived in a high place, and he was discussing important matters with the famous clan under the moon. He was disturbed by this uninvited guest. After all, no one wanted to be labeled as lax in disciplining the family.

Liuhu and Zhou Wujing blinked, momentarily at a loss for words: "This..."

Nangong Cheng's complexion can be seen by people with a discerning eye, the brilliance is fading, and the gloomy is coming. It is very unworthy for a famous person like him who has been walking in the rivers and lakes for decades to lose face because of lax tutoring. At least he is Think so.

But Nangong was so focused that he couldn't see good or bad, and he couldn't see anyone's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Now his eyes were deeply engrossed in the scene of Xiao Nianzhi and Fu Yan catching chickens in the yard. Teeth chatter.

"Father, has Xiao Nianzhi lost his temper? He treats the little devil so well. Could it be that he is on the devil's way, and the fairy is just his disguise?!"

Everyone was shocked.

As if Nangong Jinfangfo didn't notice, the master in his mouth changed to calling Xiao Nianzhi by his first name inadvertently, despite his imagination that ten donkeys couldn't hold back, he said Xiao Nianzhi was worthless.

Nangong Cheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped the table with his palm, the wine in the cup shook and spilled in all directions.His eyebrows were full of anger, and his eyes looked fierce like he was about to eat people.

The hem of the clothes is biased, and the sleeves are swaying.

Pointing at Nangong Jin's nose, he shouted: "Shut up, Nie Zhan, the generals of Yuexia State also made wild guesses? Bai taught you to read so many books, all of them are fed to the dogs!"

When he became angry, the three states and continents trembled three times, and the spirits fled.

Nangong Jin was no exception, he was imagining vigorously, and his words were beaming and vivid.By the way, I heard that Xiao Nianzhi likes to collect erotic pictures, he thought about the relationship between master and apprentice on the bed for a while, and after a while, goose bumps all over his body.

This lion's roar that didn't say hello scared Nangong Jin and quickly closed his mouth without closing the door.With grievance in his eyes, he looked at Nangong Cheng stubbornly.

"Father, it was originally..." He was still struggling.

Nan Gongcheng slapped him back. Facing his reputation, he turned his back and ordered without any rejection: "It's useless to talk too much, go back and think about the past, go to Zangshuge to think about the past, read more books and refresh your mind."

The Zangshu Pavilion in Nangong Mansion is scary to talk about. It is not an ordinary building with green tiles and cornices, nor is it solemn with no roof visible from the steps; The roof cannot be seen, because the height of the attic is far beyond what mortals can see.

The Zangshu Pavilion in Nangong Mansion is called Tianji, which means that the secrets of the sky cannot be revealed, so the four ladders are guarded by disciples, and they are not allowed to enter unless they are ordered, so it is also known as the high-cold forbidden place.

Looking at this huge book library, it is full of rivers and rivers, anecdotes and strange records, all of which are included, even if it is a little evil wind blowing up in the world, there are corresponding records of unknown origin.

The tower is the tallest in the three states, not only tall but also deep.

Nangong Jin started to practice swordsmanship and spiritual cultivation when he was a child, and he hated reading the most, so the place he hated the most in Nangong Mansion was Tianji, reading books was not good enough and made a lot of nonsense, and he always used the poor scholar as a metaphor that reading is useless. Xiao Nianzhi hired a teacher to play the paddle and recite half a book of poetry.

Unable to see Nangong Cheng's expression, knowing that he would not be able to get a reduced punishment, Nangong Jin had no choice but to suffer, speechless, and walked out of the lobby dejectedly, muttering in his heart: I should have come here if I knew it earlier, um, my father has no brains Clear.

A shadow disappeared outside the door, and the welcoming hall returned to tranquility.

The few people at the table looked at each other, looked at each other, could see flowers on their faces, and didn't know what to say.

Finally, Nangong Cheng sighed and said, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, my discipline is not strict, and I made everyone laugh."

Thinking back to the time when Nangong was in the prime of his life, Nangong Cheng was a gentleman, polite and personable, and made a name for himself by himself, and the evaluation from the outside world was as gorgeous and beautiful as summer flowers. How could he teach children to be so bluffing regardless of the occasion, without knowing how to measure.

Murong Hua clasped his hands together, considered his tone, and said, "Don't say that, head of Nangong, my nephew also hates evil like a vengeance, and it's a good thing that I can't get along with people from the Devil's Way, but..."

Nangong Cheng waved his hands and explained: "Xianjun Xiao's landscapes do things according to his will, but he has his own reasons for what he does. I can understand him. Indeed, it is a bit endless to let the dog make such a fuss. Satisfactory."

"Is the fairy willing to help solve the matter of the black bone monster?"

Xiao Nianzhi has always regarded monsters like chickens and mice, he is probably willing to help.

Nangong Cheng nodded with a sigh of relief, and the matter was agreed.

The front hall is full of splendor, but Xiao Nianzhi's palace is lifeless.

The three summer days are not only hot, but also terribly stuffy. The red magnolias in the yard are in bloom like weeping blood, and they stand still in the fence surrounded by wooden piles, as if they have been burned.

Xiao Nianzhi was bored looking for books in the study, looking through several bookshelves, squinting his eyes, unwilling to let go of small corners, hoping to find some normal books.

The bookshelf in front of him was a little dusty. This was already the eighth bookshelf. He searched all the way from the first one. He roughly flipped through each book on each floor. Big, the ears turned red, and the sea of ​​​​heart fluctuated, and he was determined not to watch it any longer.

Could it be that Xiao Nianzhi didn't have any other hobbies before he was alive, all these obscene erotic pictures, dissatisfied with desire?

He shook his head, at least he was a young man in his twenties, and he had some needs in this area, but he was not so vigorous. Could it be that he has lived for a long time and still can't see through the world of mortals?

Xiao Nianzhi flipped through the last bookshelf, but unexpectedly found nothing. He had no choice but to pick out a book of erotic illustrations to relieve his boredom.

They are all men, and there are no outsiders in such a big bedroom, so it doesn't hurt to read a few pages.

He was leaning sideways on the wooden table, his legs crossed, his long black hair was loose, and the silk and satin hair rope that bound his hair was casually twisted around his hands, and he studied the postures in the painting while turning the pages.

It has to be said that the picture in this book is described in a cross way: the willow bends with fine waves, and the plum blossoms are fragrant and beautiful.

Such a direct visual stimulation, even a man who has been abstinent for more than [-] years, can't help but dream about it.

but.

Our Xiao Nianzhi, Uncle Xiao, is now one!point!opposite!answer!All!without!have!

He didn't even wake up to the most basic signs, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, his heart was beating non-stop, but he didn't feel anything at all.

What's the situation?

For the past 20 years, Xiao Nianzhi has lived a regular life, eating and drinking what should be eaten, not eating what should not be eaten, not drinking what should not be drunk, and not having a corrupt nightlife. She has always been quite healthy, why is it not working all of a sudden?

Thinking about it, he also did manual work, and there was no ice phenomenon.

Could it be that if he crosses over, he will be cut off from his children and grandchildren?

He hammered the table desperately to summon the irresponsible system that hooked him. There is no such clause in the time travel contract, does it say that completing the character's task will become frigid, or is it that the character itself is a useless person?

Xiao Nianzhi thought of many possibilities, all of which seemed to make sense.

Oh~~I'm such a clever little ghost~~

But, that's not the point...

Xiao Nianzhi didn't give up, he turned over a few more pages of drawings, his eyes moved up to look at it, and he almost stuck out his tongue to lick it, but his body still didn't respond.

His face was not red, his breath was not panting, and his eyebrows were ruthless.

A cloud floated in the sky, and a thunder fell in an instant.

After intense inner struggle, Xiao Nianzhi walked from the bedroom to the yard, flew up to the roof to blow the wind, went down to dig trees and leaves, returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed rolling a hundred times, finally reluctantly accepted this reality.

If you don't want to lift it, don't lift it. If you are frigid, you can be frigid. At worst, he can make up for this defect by increasing his martial arts and find another psychological sustenance.

It is also generous.

Haggard and silent, no one complains of grief.

There are only beams and pillars in the eyes, and there is no concern around.

Forget it, Xiao Nianzhi stared at the crescent eyes, his eyes were dull.

In a daze, when he seemed to be about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door, and then Fu Yan's crisp voice: "Master, are you there? I have something to see."

When someone came, Xiao Nianzhi pulled back from the brink of collapse, stood up, and opened the door.

"What for?"

Fu Yan was frowning at first, but when she saw Xiao Nianzhi's brows stretched instantly, the smile on her face became wider.

He was a real beauty.

Her hair was pulled up in a small bun, and her long hair fell on her back like a waterfall, and the flowers scattered all over the sky in a trance when the wind moved.

Fuyan's eyes are not too wide, nor too narrow, and they are of a good length. With some red and rouge on her eyes, they are just right glamorous. As beautiful as before.

He is still wearing women's clothing according to Nangong Cheng's meaning, and his figure is slender. If he grows up, he will have a man's skeleton, and he will also be a heroic man who is independent of the world.

When Xiao Nianzhi saw him, not much of the depression in his heart was left, and his tone became much gentler.

"His head is full of sweat, it's hot outside, and he needs to rest after practicing."

Fuyan was full of energy and shook her head: "No, Master, I'm not tired. I practiced for a whole morning plus a few hours. I have already practiced more than half of the Nangong family's sword technique you gave me. I don’t understand the second level of the formula, can you teach me?”

The Nangong Family's Breaking the Sky Sword Style is a method for protecting the body. There are 56 moves in total. It gathers the spiritual power of the whole body and pours it into the hand holding the sword. The swordsmanship is also extremely fierce and domineering.

Xiao Nianzhi took the swordsmanship book presented by Fu Yan with both hands, glanced at him, then was dazed, accompanied by intermittent mouth twitching, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

The grotesque movements in the book were incomprehensibly coherent, at this moment he just wanted to scream up to the sky——

what is this? !

To put it bluntly, I don't understand.

I really don't understand.

He didn't understand why the identity of the boarder was honored as the body of a fairy, and it was fine if he was cold, and he couldn't even understand swordsmanship, so he inherited the memory of the original owner anyway, and he had to give him talents.

It's not fair to close the door without closing the window like this.

Seeing Xiao Nianzhi's face changing strangely, Fu Yan coughed lightly and asked softly, "What's wrong? Master."

Xiao Nianzhi didn't want to lose face as a master, so she pretended to be deaf and dumb, touched her head and changed the topic: "Ah? That, huh? I seemed to lose my soul when I was sleeping for the teacher, and now I'm weak, how about you help me find it?" ?”

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