The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful - Chapter 70

Xu Xingzhi is awakened by the rain.

He opened his eyes and saw the rain curtains densely woven in front of the eyes, and countless pieces of floating foam on the bluestone ground where the water was accumulated. On the stone steps two or three steps from his toes, the pieces of the small otters that have been worn out by trampling all the year are flooded with moonlight.

Xu Xingzhi, who was awakened at the beginning, had some doubts. He clearly did not sit under his armpits. It rained for so long, and his body was neither wet nor cold.

When he passed the sour eyes, he found a large oil-paper umbrella on the top of his head. The rain on the umbrella surface ran down and slipped down the edge.

“Wake up?”

The enquiry behind him was as warm as ever.

Xu Xingzhi went back and saw Qing Jingjun sitting cross-legged two steps higher than him, holding a paper umbrella to isolate the two from the rain curtain in this infinite world.

On his own body, the cloak of Qing Jingjun is wrapped in the reverse. The warmth and warmth of it is probably a spiritual blessing. It is like being held by a pair of arms. It is warm enough to make people want to turn over and sleep again.

Xu Xingzhi whispers: “Master?”

Qing Jingjun re-satisfied his robes as he slipped a little: “How can I sleep here?”

Thinking of last night, Xu Xingzhi tried to ask: “Master, last night…”

“Last night?” Qing Jingjun softly said, “I was drunk in the evening, and I was so tired that I fell asleep early. When I was ugly, I woke up and heard the rain outside, I wanted to take a walk. I saw you falling asleep before the stage. Seeing that the rain is getting bigger, I only gave you an umbrella.”

“How can Master not call me up?”

Said, Xu Xingzhi will have to untie his body robes and return to Qing Jingjun.

Qing Jingjun held down his undressed hand and touched his hair. He said softly: “Don’t wear it, don’t want to catch cold…. I am afraid to disturb you. These days are the ratio of the list. Things are going to be exhausted.”

“If Master wants to ask me to worry less, I will listen to one of the sentences and drink less bars.” Xu Xingzhi went back and said, “Do you know that in the mountains, there are twenty-three to three You buy wine.”

“Hey?” Qing Jingjun wrinkled his nose. “So much.”

“Otherwise? Is that wine up and down?”

Qing Jingjun held an umbrella in one hand, and slowly fell on his clothes with a hand. After a long while, he was determined to be the boss and said: “Would I drink less?”

Xu Xingzhi licked his nose, which was slightly itchy by the rain, and spread his hand: “Master gave me the jug.”

Qing Jingjun: “…”

Xu Xingzhi: “First give you two hours of wine, give it a try.”

Qing Jingjun thought about it carefully, and for the consideration of the book in the mountains, he handed over his Xiaoyu pot with his own pain.

One of Xu Xing put the jade pot into his arms and took the umbrella in his hand: “Master, let’s go for a walk?”

Qing Jingjun stared at his chest: “Yeah.”

…… looks like a greedy puppy, it is obvious that I regretted that I had not given a drink when I handed over the jug.

Xu Xingzhi laughed and stood up, and easily stumbled.

Qing Jingjun is planning to get up, his right foot is slamming, his face has changed: “Go, leg numb…”

Xu Xingzhi’s eyes were fast, he wrapped his umbrella with his neck, took a copy of his right calf, and used his right hand to force his muscles behind his feet. Soon, the quiet ankles of the gentleman would relax.

After two activities, the Qing Jingjun stood up with the bamboo poles, but the eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. After the fingers pressed against the waist, the narrow waist was sent forward slightly.

Xu Xingzhi laughed and said: “Master, what happened to you recently? The meridians are not dredged, and they are groggy in the day. It seems that it is the abstinence.”

Qing Jingjun refused to fly fast at this time: “No.”

One of Xu Xing.

He stared at the quiet jug of the jug, holding the umbrella of Qing Jingjun, and wandering around the Fengling Mountain where Qing Jingjun was at the moment of three moments. The hexagonal bell on his wrist rang and sprinkled a clear ringing tone.

After a hundred steps, Qing Jingjun asked in the ringing voice: “Well, you still wear this bell?”

Xu Xingzhi put on a new silver hand bell: “This is what you personally put on me in the apprenticeship. Can I throw it?”

Quiet and sermon: “It’s just a little worthless. If you don’t like it, go.”

Xu Xingzhi said with a smile: “At the beginning, this stuff was smashed on me. I still felt that something was wrong, but after wearing it for so many years, I am used to it. Just wear it.”

Qing Jingjun seems to have just remembered this incident by accident, and then he did not mention anything about the bell. Xu Xingzhi quickly left the matter behind him.

The two men went for a while, and the slightly reduced rain was getting bigger. The two of them had to find a new pavilion to avoid the rain.

Xu Xingzhi and Qing Jingjun sat down in front of the stone table in the rain-filled pavilion.

After sitting down, the former will take out the jade pot in the arms, causing the eyes of Qing Jingjun to shine.

Xu Xingzhi took out the “quick pen” and turned it into a set of wine utensils. He took two of the wine glasses and used the jade pot to fill two glasses of wine.

He raised one of the cups: “When night has no moon, there is no bamboo cypress, but few idle people are like me.”

Qing Jingjun smiled and opened, and reached for another glass of wine, but the folding fan that was changed by Xu Xing used to press the back of his hand: “Master, two hours.”

“Yes, two cups…”

“I can’t make a cup of coffee.”

Qing Jingjun pressed his hands on the edge of the stone table, so he reapplied: “…do it.”

“Not to use it.” Xu Xingzhi lifted a glass of wine and drank it. He laughed. “Master, I am not an uncle.”

Qing Jingjun has always been gentle and not angry. He looked at the young people who dared to talk to him with enthusiasm. He tried his best to turn his mind and no longer think about the fragrance of the wine. He only listened to the rain from outside. .

A waterfowl raised by a phoenix priest swept over the pool swaying from the fragrant lotus, with a peach red on his mouth. It raised its neck, screamed cheerfully, and fluttered away, causing the page to be shaken.

Xu Xing has been busy for many days, and it is rare to have such a leisure time, so I enjoyed it.

But at an hour, he continued to return to his own temple and continued to work hard.

Fortunately, the five days passed very fast, and the ratio of the list of days soon arrived.

Starting from the early morning, Xu Xingzhi went to meet the four monarchs as the first official of Fenglingshan. The four disciples and other disciples of the Xianpai came in succession, and a group of people gathered on the circular square in front of the Qingzhu Temple.

The sky is light and rainy, and Xu Xingzhi wears a dress that is worn only when he is wearing an important ritual of Fengling Mountain. The robe is wetted by a thin layer, but the clothes are thick and not cold.

After the monarchs of each door successively set up on the high platform built in front of the square, Guangfujun announced that the ratio of this day list began today and ended on the 20th.

All the processes are exactly the same as those of Xu Xingzhi’s previous checks. However, Guangfu Jun suddenly added a sentence at the end: “Before the start of the ratio of the disciples of the disciples, the previous Tianbang’s ratio is the first to be compared with the Fengling Mountain master Qing Jingjun. The results of the competition are not counted. The final total is better than the score.”

Under the high platform, the four first-handers stand side by side at the forefront of the disciples.

Wen Yan, Xu Xingzhi’s brow is a pick.

Zhou Bei Nan Le: “Hey, Master, apprentice, this is a lively.”

Xu Xing’s face did not change color, and his left foot was lifted, and he stepped on the south foot of Zhoubei.

Zhou Beinan had a painful body, so it was easy to stabilize and not fall.

At the moment when the ceremony was being carried out, Zhou Beinan Qiang resisted the urge to lift a sleeve with Xu Xingzhi.

On the right hand side of Xu Xingzhi, Wen Xuechen said: “Northern South, don’t be too happy. According to the nature of Qing Jingjun, it will surely let the people do what they want.”

Qu Chi, standing on the side of Wen Xue’s dust body, reached out and agreed to Wen Xuechen’s judgment.

Wen Xuechen naturally touched him with a punch.

Xu Xingzhi said to himself: “…but I don’t remember how there is such a process.”

The quiet King on the stage was also somewhat confused. When Guangfujun returned to his side, he whispered: “Xiyun, there is such an arrangement, you should inform me in advance.”

Guangfu’s eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and Nahan’s answer replied: “Senior brother, this matter clearly means that you called me to the Qingzhu Temple last night and told me personally.”

Qing Jingjun: “… ah?”

Guangfu Jundao: “You said that letting the disciples of this kind of Yuan Ying class participate in the list of the list, it is necessary to restrict him, and he is not allowed to use the spiritual pressure of the Yuan Ying level to suppress other disciples. But such a Come, the game will be lost, it is better to arrange a test of you and him, not only can stretch the bones, but also the true strength of the disciples, so that he can serve the public with strength, the best of both worlds.”

Speaking of this, Guangfu Jun also feels a little funny.

The brothers have not been involved in customs for many years, and occasionally they have been intertwined with one-time affairs, and they have not adapted themselves.

Who would have thought that after he had answered all the questions, Qing Jingjun was still a pair of confused: “… is it?”

Guangfu Jun came over and cried and laughed: “Senior brother, wouldn’t you be drunk with alcohol last night to explain this to me?”

Qing Jingjun touched his lips and said nothing: “Speaking, I did eat some wine last night…”

Guangfu Jun: “…”

When the ceremonies and ceremonies dispersed, and the disciples outside Fengling set out to build down the platform, Xu Xingzhi found Guangfu Jun: “Uncle Shi, I have not said this before.”

Guangfujun sighed and explained the ins and outs of the matter to him.

Xu Xingzhi came over and didn’t pay much attention to it: “Uncle Shi, this is the end of the matter, and the announcement has also been announced. You don’t have to worry about it. The disciple will go on a trip. Fenglingshan learns from his family and loses. Shame.”

Guangfu Jun said coldly: “You have won.”

One of Xu Xing’s music: “Win won’t win, the disciple said that it is definitely not worth it, or you have to see Master.”

To be honest, Xu Xingzhi did not take the win or loss of this competition.

The comparison with Qing Jingjun does not count towards the final total score, nor will he delay his final plan.

It’s just that the little rabbit’s nephew can’t come back and it’s really not coming back. It’s been a few days, and he can hold back, but he’s not delivered back, and he’s still grotesque in Xu’s heart.

Thinking of Meng Zhongguang, he took the “quick pen” and turned it into a fish-sword sword that he used to use. He hung on the waist and boarded the platform early.

Although Wen Xuechen and Qu Chi are both erected, Qing Jingjun offered to compete with Xu Xingzhi in a public trial. According to his temperament, he will deliberately lose to Xu Xingzhi, and he will be known as Xu Xingzhi, but he will think so. His heart is faintly excited.

Speaking of it, I have never been a sword with Master for a long time.

If you win, you will lose it. Even if you lose, you will lose him.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi’s shackles, he smirked at himself, and he also raised a few soft colors in the quiet monarch.

He held the armrest of the seat and was about to get up. He heard a strange smile on his ear: “…you really care about this Xuxing.”

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…but this is not his own standing.

Qing Jingjun wants to open his lips and say something, all the sounds are stuck in the throat, and can not be swallowed. And the voice perceives his dilemma, and the words contain infinite banquets, whispering in his mind: “…Yue Duoyun, you know who I am?”

……who are you?

“It’s been a long time since I haven’t seen the blue sky. I’ve been living together for so long, but I can’t move around at will, but I’m stunned.”

… Who are you? ?

“I know what you want to ask. But you will know soon. Baby, don’t worry.”

“Qing Jing Jun” double smashed, let the pair of clear black scorpions spread a slap in the face of a crow cyan, and acted two necks, giving a crisp and squeaky bones.

Later, he went to the ground with one foot and took the wind up, bringing Qing Jingjun’s body all the way to the ring.

He clung to the hilt with one hand and slowed down to the front of Xu Xing. The corner of his lips slightly provoked an arc of interest: “Come on.”

With a bang, the “Yuanjun” was squirted, and the sword screamed out. The spiritual pressure of the monks in the Yuan Ying period burst open. When the time came, the princes were faint and pale, and several of them were lower, and they were lower. Near disciples even spit directly into the mouth and fell down.

Xu Xingzhi’s throat was awkward, and the body that had just been replaced was also shocked by this huge spirit. It opened a few cracks. Fortunately, his pace was not chaotic, nailed in place, and looked up: “Shi… …”

As soon as he looked up, the sword light of the rotten silver and snow piled up had fallen to half a foot away from his heavenly spirit!

Xu Xingzhi immediately blocked the cross sword, and with a bang, his hands and bones were shaken and numb, and his knees were smashed into the ground. He was thrown into the ground by the students, and two cracks were found on the ground!

“Qing Jing Jun” side of the blade, trying to squat down, the frosty blue sword flower all the way to the handle of Xu Xing, seeing the sword blade from his right hand finger holding the sword but the ruler, Xu Xingzhi took the initiative, let “leisure The pen “heavy folding fan, and the burning sword front is staggered, and he also pulled away from his body.”

Who wants his foot to stand still, Jianfeng has been forced to the front, Xu Xingzhi only rely on muscle instinct, brush the fan, and see the next moment, the “edge” sword tip will hit him in the heart In front of the fan, there is a splash of blue light debris.

Xu Xingzhi was too late to make a mistake, immediately slammed the folding fan, swallowed the tip of the sword with the fan, and held the sword, pushed it to the left, pressed it, and flew up, and the body volleyed, the “free pen” Thousands of cold stars, and the people are thrown at the door!

Although Xu Xingzhi’s move was ruined, it was impossible to avoid changing others. However, it is not difficult for him to understand Qing Jingjun and avoid these needles. He also relied on this hand to temporarily delay Qing Jingjun’s Attack speed, and then consider the counterattack method.

Unexpectedly, when he landed, he felt a pain in his right shoulder. He walked one foot to the ground in time, avoiding the “Yuanjun” main front, but his shoulder was still picked up by the sword.

… “Qing Jing Jun” is actually avoiding the cold needles that he took out. He can use the sword to open his mouth and open it, and he can’t hide it. He actually took the cold mang into the flesh!

Xu Xingzhi’s death did not think that Master would take such a fierce offensive to hurt and hurt, but also attack him!

… This kind of style of play is like having a deep hatred with yourself, and you have to take your own life…

The warm snow dust under the ring was stunned by the spiritual pressure of the Yuan Ying, and I felt a low sigh, and bent down the waist, catching the clothes on the chest, and the loss of the response was timely, the palms were condensed, and the light was protected. The heart mirror, blocked in the warm snow dust heart, good is to protect his heart.

Zhou Xian was hit by this wave and immediately leaned over to check the condition of Wen Xuechen.

She has already set off a woman’s hair, but her neck and shoulders are repaired, her posture is like Liu, and she is still a girl’s agile charm: “Dust brother, how?”

Wen Xuechen waved his hand and gestured to himself.

Zhou Beinan confirmed that Zhou Xian and Wen Xuechen were innocent, and they only turned their eyes to the ring. They saw the blood marks and broken clothes on Xu Xingzhi’s shoulders, and their faces suddenly turned green: “What happened to Qing Jingjun?”

The violent swordsmanship of the spurt of the sky made it clear that the so-called test of Qing Jingjun was just a slap in the face of the disciples and monarchs who had gone through the scenes.

After a brief confrontation, Yuan Ruyi had already rushed out of a cold sweat, and he did not care about any etiquette. He was anxious about Guangfu Jundao: “Master! Is this not a discussion? Why should Qing Jingjun be a brother…”

She didn’t dare to say anything next.

But the hearts of all the people in the room are inevitably giving birth to the same thoughts as her:

… How does Qing Jingjun seem to be a killer under Xu Xing?

Xu Xingzhi, who is at the center of the storm, is most aware of this inexplicable killing, but he does not care about why it will become like this.

Xu Xingzhi has no doubt that if he is one step late, Master will definitely cut off his skull cross sword!

He turned the “free pen” into an epee, held it in his left hand, and hanged the wind, and turned his body into a thousand shadows. He also used the aura of the baby, and manipulated the white-sworded sword to cross the armpit and count the figures. No one knows where the body is.

However, the “Qing Jing Jun” in the center of the joint attack is not in chaos. He systematically picks up every attack. The so-called virtual reality changes, in terms of his ultimate sword speed, it is only a small trick.

The sword is over, sweeping Liuhe, snow light!

His lips swayed a sly smile.

Suddenly, dozens of swords light gathered, condensed into a white satin volley dance, went straight to his door, “Qing Jingjun” swayed the sword, and broke the white silk.

He can expect that after this white silk, 80% hides a Xu Xingzhi with a sword ready to go.

These deceitful tricks, dare to come out and shame?

… He can even think of the red and white scene of the boy’s head surnamed Xu under the sword.

Who thought, after he opened the white silk, the face that came to him was actually a turbid liquid!

He is acting like a wind, and he can’t move his body when he is ready to kill his opponent. He is suddenly splashed.

The unpleasant liquid rushed down his head, and he raised his hand and smelled the smell between his fingers, which instantly changed color.

… pine oil?

Does he dare to use this thing to humiliate himself?

No, is he going to use fire?

Just emerging this idea, he instinctively mobilized the spiritual power, and put a leeches in the palm of his hand, in case of emergency.

He looked up and found that Xu Xingzhi was concentrating on the opposite side of the ring, but the smile on his **** mottled cheeks was inexplicable.

In a flash, the pine oil on his body was chanted by Xu Xingzhi, but it did not move as he imagined, but the place where he was wet with drizzle and pine oil. Freezing into a thick ice!

The head of “Qing Jing Jun” was splashed with pine oil, and the condensed frost made his vision blurred. When he had just shattered the **** ice with spiritual power, he felt his right shoulder sinking.

Immediately, a cold and cold across his neck.

Xu Xingzhi was on his shoulder, holding the dagger in his left hand, and resisting the neck vein that he bulged out because of his anger.

He laughed and said: “Master, inheritance.”

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi had turned around in an instant, Yuan Ruo, who was still worried, had a little joy, and Zhou Beinan also barely breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xuechen whispered: “It seems strange.”

Zhou Beinan also agreed: “Qing Jingjun…”

He only said these three words, and he heard a sharp tear of the clothes.

In the circumstances that have been clearly defeated, Qing Jingjun unexpectedly drove the Yuan Yingling pressure again!

Xu Xingzhi was not prepared, and his body was forced to fly backwards. He fell on the platform and stepped back a few steps to stop the retreat.

However, his blouse was violently forced to burst under the pressure of the pressure, revealing a wide and narrow, fit and beautiful upper body.

Seeing this scene, the disciples underneath blasted the pot.

Xu Xingzhi only knows that there is an old silver ring snake-printed wound on his back. In the past, he never showed people. This time, suddenly it was exposed to the public. Xu Xingzhi’s mind would cause a lot of waves, but he did not expect the disciples to actually Like seeing a ghost, pointing at him.

He turned around and pointed his eyes at Zhou Beinan.

…What happened?

He never thought that Zhou Beinan, Qu Chi and Wen Xuechen were the same, and they looked at him blankly, as if they had seen something strange.

“Qing Jing Jun” shakes a wolf and dirty ice, and returns to half of his face. In the place where Xu Xingzhi can’t see, he sings a smirk that makes people’s knees soft.

From the beginning, I have been disturbed by the uncles of the brothers. After the traces of Xu Xingzhi, I clearly understand why the brothers are killing Xu Xingzhi today!

He broke his drink: “Xu Xingzhi, Your Majesty!!”

Xu Xingzhi is inexplicable, but he is not going to violate the command of the division. He will bow down on the knees on the top of the ring: “Uncle Shi, the disciples of the talents are also worthy of the situation, not deliberately insulting Master…”

Guangfujun bit his teeth, and the words are full of anger: “Xu Xingzhi, I ask you, what is on your back?!”

Xu Xingzhi can’t see how his back is at this moment.

——In the back of his spine, the wound that had been branded with the silver ring snake print has disappeared. In the original wound, he had nowhere to produce a half-punch green-green streamer.

Lu Yujiu, who is in the ranks of the Qinggu Valley disciple, saw the familiar ribs and slammed the robes near his thighs, revealing an incredible color in the light.

Is… is the imprint of the ghost family?

Master Xu… Yes, is the ghost family? Also a descendant of the Ravens?

He fixed his eyes and looked at it, only to find that the texture was a bit strange, and his streamer was reversed, which was completely different from the forward streamer of the ghosts on his inner thigh.

……fake? The imprint is fake!

The author has something to say: However, the people present are not the people of the Ravens, do not understand the mystery of this engraving, and they are far away from each other, and they are not clear, and they are not aware of such small differences.

Xu Xingzhi did not know what his hands and feet had been done on his back, but he felt that the silver ring snake print was not something that was difficult to identify, and he lowered his head and did not add more arguments.

Guangfu Jun saw Xu Xingzhi not answering, but when he was guilty, he sneered a few times and said: “Xu Xingzhi, I ask you, why are you never **** in public? Is it… what is the secret that can’t be said?”