It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The Shang Qing sect was founded for more than ten thousand years, with a profound background and countless treasures. For most monks, washing their spiritual roots and reshaping their talents are unforgettable opportunities. What a difficult task.

"It's okay." The real Changzhao stroked his beard and looked at Wen Ai with kind eyebrows, "Your Master Fudong's alchemy is exquisite. Tomorrow I will take you to the Medicine Pavilion to find the way to wash the roots of the soul."

Long Zhaozheng had been away from the sect for too long. Upon his return, he was immediately entangled with tedious affairs. When he left, he took Gu Ye by the way: "Ye'er will go with me."

Gu Ye glanced at the back of Master Xianzi Zhuoran, knowing that this time he would inevitably have a lesson. At the beginning, the master handed over the affairs of the suzerain to the two brothers to take care of them. He didn't like the odds and ends. Basically, Gu Shu was working on it. Now Qiuhou will settle the account... Gu Ye brazenly followed up. .

After the two left, Gu Shu placed Wen Ai in a small courtyard. Seeing him unhappy, he asked softly, "Still caring about Linggen?"

Wen Ai nodded and shook his head halfway, "No, I just think I was ridiculed by Gu and the second brother because of this..."

Gu Shuming said with a smile: "After washing Linggen, maybe your aptitude will leap above me and him, then you will just laugh at it and go back."

Wen Ai's eyes lit up: "Will you support me?"

Gu Shu couldn't help touching his cheek: "Brother will always stand by your side."

The suffocation that Wen Ai was stuck in his heart suddenly fell away, and his whole body was refreshed. Why bother to be angry with an unrelated person? When he was in a good mood, his stomach was full, and he continued to gurgling several times. Gu Shu took out bigu Dan to feed him, but he refused to eat it.

"Eight Treasure Duck is called chicken, squirrel, fish meal, steamed meat, Longjing shrimp, braised lion's head." Wen Ai quickly reported a bunch of dish names, paused and added, "Add another goji berry soup."

Gu Shu was still holding Bigu Dan, and he was a little confused by the smashing strings of him: "Huh?"

"I want to eat." Wen Ai hugged Gu Shu's arm coquettishly, "Brother make it for me."

The co-author was for him to cook, and Gu Shu understood it, and looked at Wen Ai with a smile but a smile: "How do you know I will cook these dishes?"

Wen Ai couldn't confide in the truth, and after considering it for a long time, he said: "You are good-looking."

Gu Shu: "..."

Gu Shu went to prepare a meal. Wen Ai ran to the stone table in the yard and waited. After half an hour, Gu Shucai brought a bowl of steaming porridge. The rice was boiled so softly and a layer of green onion was sprinkled on the surface. .

Wen Ai looked behind him: "Nothing?"

"Nothing." Gu Shu sat beside him with a bowl, "You have been hungry for a day, and your stomach is weak. Avoid greasy and spicy food. It's better to eat lightly."

Wen Ai pouted his lips and came to control his diet again.

"Be careful." Gu Shu saw the chubby dumpling's hands and feet and crawled on his legs. He quickly put down the bowl and stretched out his hand to help, for fear that he would fall, "What are you going to do?"

Wen Ai got his wish and sat on Gu Shu's thigh, begging: "I don't want to drink porridge."

Gu Shu refused: "No."

"Tweet." Wen Ai raised his head and kissed Gu Shu on the chin, then looked at him without speaking, his big round eyes and slightly drooping corners, he was innocent.

If nothing happened on Gu Shu's face, but the roots of his ears were red, and his heart was struggling.

In the stalemate, a figure flashed into the courtyard, bringing a gust of wind, full of fleshy fragrance.

Wen Ai blurted out: "Drumsticks!"

"Puppy's nose is really good." Gu Ye took out the greased paper bag hidden behind his back, uncovered a corner, squeezed the chicken legs in half, and shook it in front of Wen Ai unkindly, "Scent?"

"Fragrant!"

The chicken drumsticks just out of the pot were still steaming, and the shiny oil slid across the surface and gathered at the bottom, forming half a drop of oil that could not be dropped. Just looking at it, Wen Ai's empty stomach cried out with excitement.

Gu Ye laughed worse when he heard it, "Do you want to eat?"

Wen Ai swallowed, fearing that he would play tricks, holding his little hand and asking cautiously: "Will you give it to me?"

"Give it." Gu Ye turned his drumstick casually in a generous gesture, glanced at Wen Ai from the corner of his eye, and coaxed, "Brother brother, I will give you a bite."

I know you are not so kind!

Wen Ai would not bend the waist for a mere chicken leg, picked up the porridge on the stone table, put the bowl and spoon into Gu Shu's hand, and said, "Ah--"

Gu Shu took a spoonful and fed it, suffocating a smile and said to Gu Ye: "Thanks to you, Xiao'er was arguing just now and refused to eat."

Gu Ye stared blankly at Wen Ai who was nestled in Gu Shu's arms, took a big mouthful of chicken thigh, swallowed it without chewing, and turned to leave.

The next day, Chang Zhaozheng took Wen Ai to the medicine pavilion. The suzerain personally came to the door. Of course, Elder Fu Dong wanted to sell his face, and he graciously agreed and agreed to cleanse the essence for Wen Ai. After talking about the business, the two began to discuss the truth. They exchanged their recent insights. Wen Ai couldn't understand such a profound thing, so he greeted Master and ran outside to play.

The news of a new apprentice was received by the Sect Master, which spread to the inside and outside of the sect like wings. Today, when the front feet of the long photo came, the disciples above and below the medicine pavilion surrounded the Blue Pill Hall with their back feet. Rubbing the floor dangling outside, wanting to see what their little teacher and uncle looked like, when Wen Ai came out, it was just like everyone's wish.

At this time, Wen Ai had taken off yesterday's bloated and worn-out cotton-padded jacket, and put on an exquisite self-cultivation robe. His black hair was tied high above his head with a jade crown, and his neck and shoulders were exposed refreshingly, looking full of energy. Not to mention that his watery face is already likable, Qing Lingling blinked, and pursed her rosy lips. He was really an underworld fairy.

The disciples of the Medicine Pavilion sighed, knowing that they had already entered the sword pavilion!

Wen Ai had long been accustomed to being onlookers, and smiled friendly at them. The medicine pavilion is mainly practicing alchemy. For convenience, the spirit of medicine planted Ban Mianshan and transplanted some unique plants into the flower bed. The face engineering was excellent, and Wen Ai was attracted to the flower bed. , Teasing flowers and plants leisurely.

A gust of wind blew his nose and itchy nose suddenly made him sneeze twice, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and kneaded a bunch of purple and wrinkled things. After he stretched it with his fingers, he vaguely recognized a petal.

Old Wen Ai was happy, this thing smelled of mango, it might be a variant variety, he stood up and looked around, looking for purple flowers, but after a few rounds, he couldn't find them. He held the petals and looked around blankly. The little appearance is so cute that the Yaoge disciples who pretend to sweep the floor but are peeping all around are softened.

"Little Master Uncle." A female disciple threw the broom away and said, "Are you looking for Di Weihua?"

Seeing a few purple petals on her dress, Wen Ai pointed at her, raised her head and smiled sweetly at her: "Is this the Di Wei flower? My sister knows where it is?"

The female disciple covered her trembling heart, nodded pretendingly, and led Wen Ai to the medicinal field in the envied eyes of the brothers and sisters of Yiganyaoge.

This female disciple was named Linghui, and she liked to care about flowers and plants, but she preferred to be a gardener rather than alchemy.

Wen Ai has developed a good knowledge in the medicinal field full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and has developed a strong interest. He has also established a revolutionary relationship with Linghui. Until Chang Zhaozheng finds him and takes him back, the two reluctantly say goodbye.

Returning to the sword pavilion, Chang Zhaozheng summoned Gu Shu Gu Ye and said that he was going to a distant door to find the necessary spiritual materials for Wen Ai to cleanse the spiritual root blindly.

"Master." Gu Shu persuaded him, "You have just broken through the Mahayana. If you don't retreat in time, you will have endless troubles."

In front of the master, Gu Ye's cynical temperament abated a little: "If you are looking for medicine, let the disciple do it for you."

"It's not ashamed!" The long-photographed real person flicked his sleeves. "This kind of spiritual material was born on the island at the boundary of the 72 seas, separated from the magic palace, and it is perilous. With your cultivation base, you will only die in nine deaths."

Wen Ai, who was still sitting on the side gnawing mung bean cake, heard that this is going to the old lair of other magic repairs to do things, two fists are hard to beat four hands, no matter how high the level is, it can't stop the mobs who are going forward. There is no life to return.

"Master..." Wen Ai tugged at the sleeve of the long-photographed real person, hesitating, "Or forget it, the five spirit roots are just slower, don't take this risk."

"Since I accept you as a disciple, I have to do this for you." Chang Zhaozheng helped him wipe off the cake residue from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly turned his hand back behind him, full of breath, and said in a loud voice, "And since you recognize me This master, don’t say these frustrating words. With the ability to be a teacher, he will come and go freely! If you do a little bit of the magic palace, you will not be able to get into the eyes of the Dao!"

The old man's waist straightened up straight, and a domineering style rushed towards his face. Wen Ai was stunned for a moment. When he recovered, he and two seniors with complicated expressions were left in the empty hall.

I couldn’t determine which kind of spiritual roots would be washed in the future, so I couldn’t choose a practice technique. Therefore, Wen Ai was idle and had nothing to do before the real man Chang Zhao returned, so he planted some spiritual flowers and grasses in the yard. , After Sanchawu and Linghui exchanged their experience, Gu Shu saw that he likes to play with Lingzhi, he kindly opened a medicinal garden for him, and also specially collected a lot of rare medicines to send, and many others asked for it. Some of the strange flowers and materials that came here could not even be named by the knowledgeable Linghui. They only stared at these invaluable seeds and said: "Little Shishu, Gu Shishu is so kind to you."

Wen Ai felt sweet, who could he be good to me if he is not good to me?

"Yo yo yo, it's beautiful." The system may have lost the qualifying game, and he was depressed and needed to vent, and he choked out, "Don't think that you are really relieved, the road is still long."

Wen Ai: "How to say?"

The system can’t tell why: “I just have a bad hunch, we don’t know the plot, the hero has a twin brother...like a time bomb, I feel like a moth. Anyway, you are far from Gu Yeyuan. Just a little bit."

The medicinal garden was built in the middle of a mountain, not far from where Wen Ai lived. At that time, Gu Shu picked a good place and cut it out with a sword. The sword wind he brought out still dug a well in the ground. But the Wenyi people were too weak to fetch water by themselves, so Gu Shu got a big belly shallow tank and filled him with water when he came to see Wenyi.

On this day, Wen Ai squatted in the field as usual, made a shallow hole with his hand, dotted a few seeds, covered the loose soil, picked up a water scoop and was about to water, but he was suddenly caught from behind. Stopping his arm, he yelled in fright, and poured a pour of water on himself.

Gu Yexiao's beating sound sounded behind him, and it sounded very pleasant: "You are so bold as a needle?"

Wen Ai turned around "shah" and stared at him angrily. His back was raging three feet high, but at this moment, his wet face couldn't show any deterrence no matter how he looked at him, but it looked like an annoyance. Little poor child who hurts.

Gu Yeben wanted to continue teasing him, and he couldn't bear to see it. He coaxed in a good voice, "It's okay, it's okay, brother will help you dry it." After speaking, he pinched Wen Ai's clothes to dry. In the end, I saw Xiao Bian'er staring at him like an enemy, and said wrongly: "You don't make sense, Xiao Tang Yuan'er? It's not you who I splashed. You scooped the water, and you took the scoop. I can do it from beginning to end. Never touched it."

"You deliberately frightened me, and suddenly came out and grabbed my hand..." Wen Ai said that he was wronged and smashed the scoop with water drops on Gu Ye, "You bully."

Gu Ye saw the battle of Xiaotangyuan'er as if he was about to cry in the next second, and immediately squatted down, wanting to hold but not daring to hold, and withdrew his hand, hurriedly apologized: "Good good, my mistake, I made a mess..."

Wen Ai lowered his head and didn't listen at all, still grieving to himself: "You are bullying...I want to tell the brother."

Gu Ye's breath stagnated, and his eyebrows were raised with an uncomfortable look: "What are you looking for? Do you only recognize Gu Shu as a senior?"

Wen Ai glanced at him, pouting without speaking.

There was a stalemate for a while, or Gu Ye was defeated first, suppressing the unwillingness and depression in his heart, and first bowed his head to show weakness: "Senior brother, can I apologize for you? Isn't it too big? If you are not too big, you can really succeed A dumpling."

Wen Ai snorted, with a soft ending.

Gu Ye knew that this was coaxing, and he raised the corner of his mouth, and hung up a hanging smile: "Actually, I just wanted to help you." As he said, he inserted **** into the soil and picked out a black seed. "Huang Jiu'ao can't water after sowing. It can't irrigate until the seedlings emerge, so I stopped you."

Wen Ai looked at the seed between his fingers questioningly: "Then what should I do if the seedlings dry up before they emerge?"

"No." Gu Ye answered patiently, "Huangjiu's five elements belong to fire, and 20 drops of water are enough for it to sprout."

The two started to dig the soil and picked out the seeds that had been poured by Wen Ai before. Seeing the small pile of swollen and gray seeds that died in the cradle, Wen Ai was distressed.

Gu Ye cast a spell to drain the excess water from the medicinal field, and helped to pour the remaining Huang Jiu'ao into the soil, sweating out.

"You're done." Gu Ye stood up, stretched, and trimmed his clothes. "I'm leaving."

Wen Ai waved at him: "Goodbye."

Gu Ye didn't go, but took two steps closer, squinting his eyes and asking, "I have been a coolie for you for so long, so what do you want to show?"

Wen Ai blinked: "What does it mean?"

Gu Ye wanted to let Xiao Tang Yuan'er kiss him, but in terms of their current relationship, this is simply a fantasy, so he stopped thinking and changed his mind and said, "You haven't called me brother."

This request was not excessive. Wen Ai was about to speak, but Gu Shu's clear eyebrows suddenly flashed in his mind, his tongue paused, and his open mouth closed again.

"Why are you going?" Gu Ye saw that Wen Ai suddenly took the small bucket and turned and left, and couldn't help but shout, "You haven't called yet!"

"Goodbye!"

Wen Ai watered the Di Wei flower in another field. When he came back, the place was already empty. He was afraid that Gu Ye would chase him, but now it seems that he is probably angry...

Wen Ai is still a mortal and doesn't like bigu Dan, so Gu Shu will spare time to cook for him no matter how busy. Seeing the sunset in the west, Gu Shu must be ready for him. Wen Ai hummed a song to clean up, put the empty bucket and the water scoop next to the water tank, and turned back after just two steps——

The water tank that was about to bottom out did not know when it was full of water.