MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 68 Seeing people in the mirror

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After the training, Guangfu Jun will leave.

Qing Jingjun looked at his Qingsong-like back, and when he walked away, he took back his sight and slowly swallowed the steps, reaching out to Xu Xingzhi, who was still on the ground.

Xu Xingzhi deliberately handed over his hand.

Quiet and quiet lips smile: "Give me the wine."

Xu Xingzhi coughed, set a knee, and slammed his storage ring from his finger, pulled the hand of Qing Jingjun, and put it on him.

He raised his eyes and smiled: "Master should know how to use it."

Qing Jingjun spread his right hand, let him wear a ring for himself, and the other hand slowly stroked the head of Xu Xingzhi.

Qing Jingjun hides the skin under the sleeves of the clouds and is white and transparent. There are also some strange blue-red scars. It seems to have a huge grip.

Xu Xingzhi only looked at one eye and frowned. "Master, have you been physically ill recently?"

Qing Jingjun comforted him: "It’s just a little sleep and more dreams, no need to worry."

"I will adjust the meridians for you?"

Qing Jingjun gently stroked his hair: "Master knows how to care for himself."

"Is this not a distressed master?" Xu Xingzhi said with a smile. "Moreover, Master really knows how to take care of himself? Half a month ago, you ran to the back of the mountain to drink, even drunk for six days, lingering in the mountains, people are missing. Scared that Guangfujun took me to the mountain, you don't remember?"

"How can you remember the things after getting drunk?" Qing Jingjun smiled splely, "... How about the small lights?"

One of Xu Xing said: "Master..."

Qing Jingjun poked his forehead lightly and said softly: "The alcohol in your body is more than 100 years of pure white wine in the Magic Road. When Master can't smell it."

One of Xu Xing's music: "The small lamp is still okay. Since entering the Yuan Ying period, no one in the Magic Road dares to insult him."

Qing Jingjun softly said: "It may not be that simple. He grew up among the four doors, and the four-door person will treat him again, and he will not really hurt him. After that, you will go to the main hall of the magic road to see one. Look at him, so that he can teach him better."

Xu Xingzhi deliberately teased him: "Master is trying to drink more pure wine."

"I have also tasted better wine." Qing Junjun said, "This wine is sent by a small lamp. It is a heart. I drank his wine and told him to know wherever he went, at least. There is still a home in Fengling."

Speaking of this, Qing Jingjun yawned, and his lazy drooping eyes revealed a little red tears: "I have always been so sleepy lately, probably spring sleepy."

Xu Xingzhi is unceremonious: "It’s Master’s drinking too much. Forgive the disciples, the Master is so eager to love the mortal world, when can he repair the ‘inaction’ to the situation, and to spread the fairy? It’s better to stop the bar earlier.”

Qing Jingjun has a grievance: "Give up the wine, then what do I mean when I live."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

You are Master, you are the biggest.

Qing Jingjun said again: "More, I don't want to be a fairy."

"Why?"

Qing Jingjun smiled softly and said: "It’s still small. When Master goes, who will take care of it?"

Xu Xingzhi couldn’t help but laugh: "Yes, Master, I am not a heavy light, it’s so big, I have to take care of it. You can’t tell the teacher to hear it, or he will definitely not let you rise for many years. Everything is on my head."

Qing Jingjun smiled and slowly returned to Guangfu Jun: "...the stream is not so unreasonable."

Xu Xingzhi thought, in the eyes of Master's kind and gentle people, is there anyone in the world who is unreasonable?

Qing Jingjun is indeed a tired appearance, pushing his shoulder: "Go back to rest."

After leaving Xu Xingzhi, Qing Jingjun returned to the Qingzhu Temple, closed the temple door, walked to the front of the futon, sat down cross-legged, and adjusted his interest to sleep. After a while, he had already immersed himself in the sea and roamed, so he hoarded. Spirit, lack of trouble.

However, when Qing Jingjun immersed himself in the sea, his body that should have been sleeping has changed faintly.

- There seems to be a worm line between his neck. Under the translucent skin, the cyan veins are faintly squirming.

The quiet Jun opened his eyes and swayed down to the ground. He walked to a bronze mirror before he stopped.

Among the bronze mirrors, his white and rounded feet are reflected. The slender legs of the slender, gauze robes are hung on the body, looming, and the appearance of his usual drunken night run is no different.

Only in his eyes, he lost the soft and warm light of the past, and he was full of frost and blood.

The finger slowly pressed the soft and rich lips of Qing Jun, and then used the lips to pick out a playful and awkward sneer: "...Yue Duo, hello."

Xu Xingzhi returned to his temple, and turned around two laps of boredom, adding a bit of trouble to his chest.

When he came back in the past, Meng Chongguang was either in bed or sitting on the front of the door and waiting for him to come back. When he saw his figure, he would pounce on the puppy like a puppy. Something, Xu Xingzhi feels that he is not right.

He was devastated for half a moment in the house, decisively swaying his hand and letting a light in the room slowly ignite the blue light.

In a flash, there are three more shadows in the house or sitting or standing.

When they got to the three of them, Xu Xingzhi felt that his body and mind were comfortable: "Hey, are busy."

"I fuck!" Zhou Beinan apparently just showered, and a large piece of wheat muscles still hang with distinct water drops. "Xu Xingzhi's point light will not say hello in advance."

Xu Xingzhi leaned on the back of the chair and waved his hand. He said, "North-South, I am coming to see you."

Zhou Beinan’s clothes were directly smashed to Xu Xingzhi. One of Xu Xing’s hiding, only remembered that he was also a phantom in the north and south of Zhou, and smiled and said: “Why, this is.”

When Xu Xingzhi was bored, he made a rhinoceros lamp.

The original intention of Xu Xingzhi to do this thing is serious: "In this way, once something happens in the four doors, or where there are any tricky monsters nearby, we can communicate with each other and deal with the incident in time."

He went to Qinglianggu, Danyangfeng and Yingtianchuan, and put aside each in Wenxuechen, Quchi and Zhoubei Nanfang. As long as one of them urged the mana to ignite, he could choose to let other others shine together, so that they could see each other. The figure, I heard the voice of the other party.

For the little things he made, Wen Xuechen pointed out sharply: "You are afraid that no one will talk to you."

Zhou Beinan also agreed with this.

However, it is said that in the end, the four lights were placed in the temples of the four first-in-comers. Wen Xuechen also specially stored six black rhinoceros horns for the burning of rhinoceros lamps in the temple.

Sure enough, after this thing is put on, the number of times of serious use is very small, and most of them are nothing to do with Xu Xing’s leisure time.

Wen Xuechen is burying his head and writing something. He heard Zhou Beinan’s dispute with Xu Xingzhi, and he did not lift his head: “You two speak less. Qu Chi is meditating.”

Xu Xingzhi adjusted the chair. "I don't know if there is no fat man in Zhou, don't quarrel again. Guangfujun asked me to copy "History of Fengling", I have to calm down."

Zhou Beinan succumbed to the water drops on his body, wrapped his towel around his waist, and pulled back the clothes he had just thrown out. He draped over his body: "What, what bother?"

Xu Xingzhi spread a blank bamboo slip: "I don't make trouble, Guangfu Jun can always find a cause to call me to copy."

Wen Xuechen said faintly: "You should really take advantage of this to cultivate yourself."

Xu Xingzhi complained: "The copy has to be copied, where is the self-cultivation? Which book of the library in our Fengling Mountain I have not copied? Now I am sore in my stomach."

Wen Yan, Wen Xuechen has always had a faint smile on his cold face: "That is, you have no intentions."

When he looked at his face, Xu Xingzhi thought about it, pretending to get up and pour water, and rubbing his hands around him, and he said what he had picked up: "Sit and watch the world, look at the heart, flow clouds into the Qing, Flying star into the Qing..."

Wen Xuechen’s face was red and he said: “Go away!”

Xu Xingzhi opened up and smiled and said: "'Flower Yunchengqing, Feixingchengqing'... North South, Xiaoxianer responded to Tianchuan Province's kiss? Let's put it back soon, you see what snow dust is like. It is."

Wen Xuechen was ashamed to be annoyed: "...Xu Xingzhi!"

Xu Xingzhi immediately said: "I am copying books and copying books."

So the four continued to do their own thing.

Wen Xuechen wrote with his heart that he might never intend to give Zhou Xian's love letter, Xu Xingzhi copied the book, Qu Chi meditated, Zhou Beinan took a gun to the school ground to practice for an hour, and then brought the gun back and bathed again.

Zhou Beinan came back after the resurgence of the movement is not small, from the beginning of the meditation, Qu Chi opened his eyes and saw the three phantoms in front of him, did not reveal too much surprise color, only gently erected and stood up I went to Xu Xingzhi's phantom and glanced at it. After a smile, I took a book and looked at it.

The four are all things, but they are at ease.

After a long time, Qu Chi was called out by several disciples to deal with some matters. His forefoot just went out, and Xu Xingzhi took a pen and stretched out.

Zhou Beinan: "Is it finished?"

Xu Xingzhi pushed the incomplete ink volume forward: "What copy? What is the copy of Fengling History? I have been in the mountains since I entered the mountain, and I have copied it for more than 30 years. Look back."

Zhou Beinan wiped the long hair of the wet, naked bare muscles of the upper body, while going over to see the volume: "Well, you."

Xu Xingzhi licked his desk with his fingertips: "Help me see if there is any leak."

After all, he turned his head and said to Wen Xuechen: "Snow dust, is this year's small string still participating in the list?"

Wen Xuechen nodded: "Yeah."

"I said, how come the small string is coming?" Xu Xingzhi put his arm on the back of the chair. "Warm white hair, really, you can't do it. This can be more than half a year. My little nephew is a little niece." ?"

Wen Xuechen stopped the pen and looked up at him: "I can't do it, do you want to try?"

Xu Xingzhi laughed.

Zhou Beinan walked away from the side of Xu Xing, and put the wet towel on one side: "Although there are one or two sentences in the ten sentences of Xu, it can be said that it is right, snow dust, I can wait Holding a foreigner."

Wen Xuechen said: "I want girls."

Zhou Beinan screamed and grabbed his ear: "Girl? So charming, how to raise it."

Xu Xingzhi took the copied papers and looked at it from the beginning. He said that the wind was cool and said: "It is the husband and wife of the two people. You can hold two times in a year of doing a trick."

Wen Xuechen apparently did not intend to continue this topic, saying: "Right, this time the ratio of the list, Qu Chi can not."

Xu Xingzhi’s doubts: “Well?”

Wen Xuechen said: "You forgot? He is the leader of Danyang Fengdai Mountain. These grand events are afraid of being sitting with Qing Jingjun."

Xu Xingzhi was happy: "This is a good thing. I have lost an opponent."

Wen Xuechen: "You don't be too happy. I listened to Master and they said that you may not be allowed to go again this year."

One of Xu Xing.

Wen Xuechen looked up: "You are a Yuanying monk, and you have already got the name of the top of the list on this day. Why do you need to mix it in?"

Xu Xingzhi frowned.

When he thought of his plan, he thought about it, or refused to let it go. He held the roll and tilted his body toward the direction of the illusion of Wen Xuechen: "I don't care, I will attend."

Wen Xuechen: "...who are you with?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "You."

Wen Xuechen: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Snow dust brother, tell me good things about Fu Yaojun."

Wen Xuechen: "Well. There is something snow dust brother, nothing to be warm white hair."

Xu Xingzhi did not speak, only looking at him with a smile.

Wen Xuechen coughed and said vaguely: "...I try to."

Xu Xingzhi suddenly smiled and smiled: "Thank you. You help me with Fu Yaojun, I don't use the 'free pen', let me take the sword casually. In short, I can make it happen."

Zhou Beinan blinked: "What do you mean? I am still participating this year."

Xu Xingzhi grinned and opened his head. He continued to look at the content he had just written. He did not look at the three or two lines. He locked his eyebrows and shook hands on the scrolls of Zhou Beinan: "Look, see, just call You help me see if there are any omissions, why didn't you see it?"

Zhou Beinan glanced at the scroll: "How can I know the history of Fengling?"

Xu Xingzhi: "Hey, I don't believe you should have no record in the history of Tianchuan."

He pointed to Zhou Beinan: "The magical slogan and the sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred. Jun Jun met, still can't help me not mind?"

"Have you written the wrong thing about me?" Zhou Beinan turned his eyes, but after saying this, he also had a bit of doubt in his own time. "The 'chasing chaos' is not Has it happened in the second year of hunting?"

Xu Xingzhi: "...has your brain bubble broken? Can you forget everything from small back to big?"

After all, he turned to Wen Xuechen: "Warm white hair, tell him, what year is it?"

Wen Xuechen’s eyebrows are slightly stunned: “Is it not for two years?”

Xu Xingzhi who wants to change the pen: "..."

They were both said by one of them, and Xu Xingzhi himself doubted it.

But he thought that if he copied something for thirty years, he would remember the mistake, so he drew a circle on the word "贰", made a cross, and added a new one in the gap. "Yuan" word.

Just at this time, Qu Chi, who had finished the matter, returned to the temple.

Xu Xingzhi put the pen down and turned to ask him: "Ruo Chi, you are just right. I ask you, 'What is happening in the year when the Qing dynasty is clean, the smashing of the sorrow, the peace of the sorrow?"

Qu Chi Wen Sheng answered: "What is the first year of hunting? How?"

Xu Xingzhi rushed Wen Xuechen and Zhou Beinan.

Zhou Beinan only remembered himself and turned to dress. Wen Xuechen used his pen to support his head. He seemed to have doubts: "...How many years have I just said?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Yes, warm white hair, your brain seems to have reached the age."

Wen Xuechen still feels a bit strange, but the matter is too small compared to the miscellaneous things in the valley, and it has not bothered him for too long.

Xu Xingzhi was also busy on this side. He handed over the well-written "History of Fengling" to Guangfu Jun, and he began to work hard for the ratio of the list.

When he was busy for a few days, it was easy to get idle, only to find that he had not received a letter from Meng Zhongguang.

Xu Xingzhi fell asleep on the night of the night, and there was no one who spoke. His mouth was so flustered that he went to Zhou Beinan in the same day. He also invited him to live in Fengling Mountain. The result was not accidentally rejected: The son goes to sleep with you? You don't know how to find a Taoist."

Xu Xingzhi thought, I found it, isn't this sent out by myself?

I can't contact Meng Zhongguang, but Xu Xingzhi's heart is empty. He thought about it. He thought it should be the fault that he sent a few days ago to tell Meng Zhongguang to go to the magical altar to drink alcohol.

He also drafted a spiritual letter.

The so-called spiritual letter does not need to be written. It is cultivated with a spiritual light. It is dictated by the author and then transmitted. It can ensure that the recipient can receive it, and can let the hearer hear the message.

"Heavy light, not seen for a few days, is it good lately? I am busy in the day, I miss you very much in the night, and I have a few dreams back. I dream of holding you in my arms, very warm."

Xu Xingzhi has always been skinny, thinking about something, and appealing to the pen, will not be a discount.

Leaving these few words, when Xu Xingzhi was about to send the letter, his temple door was stunned.

One of Xu Xing’s hi, instinctively looked up: “Heavy...”

However, it was Yuan Ruo who came in.

In the past, her bright face was not diminished by the cultivation of immortality, but she was polished to a warm and radiant clear light, as if she were a dream. Even if she doesn't say a word, she will be able to enter the dream of many people.

Yuan Ruyi put a pot of brewed tea on the right hand side of Xu Xing: "Senior brother, this is a good silver needle of Junshan. These days, I see that my brother is very tired, so I specially soaked up to give my brother a solution."

Xu Xing's eyes are softer: "Thank you."

Yuan Ruyi sent tea but did not leave. He stood at the table and hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "Brother."

Xu Xingzhi faintly smelled an unusual smell: "... eh?"

Yuan Ruyi bowed his head, and the deep feelings contained in the tone made Xu Xingzhi unable to move: "Brother, I have been in Fengling for more than ten years. From the time I entered Fengling, you are the first of Fengling. I look up to you. Look at you, as long as you are on your side, I feel practical and at ease..."

Xu Xingzhi suddenly had some bad feelings, and he tried to stop her next words: "If you..."

Yuan Ruyi did not pay attention to his blocking. He said softly: "Senior brother, can I have the good fortune, can I get the practicality and peace of mind from you?"

Xu Xing's hand shook, and he wrote down the spirit of Yuan Ruo's voice and delivered it.

The author has something to say: For the foreshadowing of Qing Jingjun, see Chapter 42~

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