The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi stumbled back into the house, and almost knocked a clay bottle to the ground after entering the door because he couldn't see clearly.

Holding the body of the bottle, the intermittent picture in front of Xu Xingzhi's eyes gradually became coherent.

But probably because he was used to such dizziness, Xu Xingzhi didn't faint this time.

Leaning against the base of the wall, Xu Xingzhi was panting violently, and a large cloud of dense fog drifted in front of his eyes.

A street washed by autumn rain appeared before his eyes.

On the side of the street opposite the teahouse, looking at the scene of the colorful lights, it should be a brothel.Inside the brothel and small building, there is a woman playing a pipa and mourning songs, mixed with the sound of autumn rain, it is very sad.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, only a lone cabbage rolling across the street.

A deaf old man selling candied haws was squatting under the eaves of a tea house to shelter from the rain, and the grass handle beside him was full of brightly colored candied haws that could not be sold.

The waiter at the teahouse went out and yelled at him: "Go, go, don't you see a nobleman here? If you bump into a nobleman, your blessings in the next life will be gone!"

The old man couldn't hear his words, he only knew that he was chasing him away, so he got up as usual and wanted to leave.

Xu Xingzhi, who was sitting by the window, saw this scene through the rhombic window, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and greeted him: "Shopkeeper, I would like to invite that old gentleman to come in for a cup of tea. It's convenient."

After finishing speaking, he threw the consistent money on the table, and the jingle and clang of the coins made the clerk's eyes go green.

He hurriedly broke into the rain curtain, held the old man back, gestured for a while, and then nodded and bowed to welcome him back into the shop.

Jiuzhideng, who was sitting at the same table with Xu Xingzhi, poured a cup of tea from his teacup, held it for the old man silently, and took out the dry food wrapped in a young lotus leaf from his arms, and handed it to the old man.

The old man thanked him repeatedly, but his expression did not change, he only nodded slightly, then got up and went back to the table.

Xu Xingzhi was discussing something with Meng Chongguang, when he saw Jiuzhideng came back, he pulled him to sit down, pointed to the opposite side and asked, "Listen, you two, does that girl play the pipa well?"

Jiuzhideng's expression was cold: "...it's okay."

Meng Chongguang on the side looked at Xu Xingzhi with a smile in his eyes: "It's not as good as senior brother."

Jiuzhideng glanced at Meng Chongguang, but said nothing.

Xu Xingzhi took out a bank note from his palm like a magic trick: "When the matter is over this time, senior brother will take you in to play?"

Jiuzhideng blushed immediately, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Senior brother, that's the place of fireworks, don't..."

Meng Chongguang held his cheeks, and interrupted Jiuzhideng with a heartless smile: "Okay, with senior brother, Chongguang is happy wherever he goes."

The girl who was sitting at the same table with them coughed lightly, and said with a smile on her face, "...Senior brother."

The girl was dressed in Fengling Mountain costumes, she was very beautiful, with no flaws on her face, snow skin and black hair, she was a sculptural beauty.As for a woman who is lucky enough to be entrusted with such an appearance, it is hard not to be squeamish, and the young girl is naturally unavoidable, and her flying look is inevitably a little more aggressive: "Listen, brother, don't you often go to those places?"

Before Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth, Zhou Beinan who was next to him stepped in: "...Don't listen to his nonsense. He doesn't have the guts to enter those Goulan cottages, and pulling you is nothing more than courage."

Xu Xingzhi: "Don't tarnish my reputation in front of my younger brothers and younger sisters."

Zhou Beinan didn't even look at him, and said to the girl: "Last time, I went to Shouyang Mountain with your Senior Brother Xu to capture the exiled ghost cultivators. It's as if I've seen the world too much, but the girl pulled up her trousers and coaxed her, saying don't don't, my daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and she dragged me and ran away."

Xu Xingzhi: "... Fatty Zhou, are you going to die?"

Zhou Beinan showed no fear: "Just tell me if it's true."

Only then did the girl show her face, she shaved her cheeks with a smile, and Xu Xingzhi to remove her embarrassment.

Sitting next to Zhou Beinan was his younger sister Zhou Xian. She followed her brother's appearance, but not his temperament. Hearing his brother's strange words, she only smiled gently with her mouth covered.

After hearing Zhou Beinan's words, Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. After sensing each other's expression, they glanced at each other, and at the same time quickly turned their eyes away.

In the end, it was Wen Xuechen who was sitting alone at the table that ended the conversation.

He knocked on the cup and ordered Zhou Beinan and Xu Xingzhi: "Stop bickering, both of you."

Compared with other shops with closed doors and few people, this small tea house is very lively.

Several main tables were occupied by disciples of the four sects in various uniforms.Xu Xingzhi took Meng Chongguang, Jiuzhideng and his junior sister Yuan Ruzhou to sit at the same table, Zhou Beinan sat at the same table with his younger sister Zhou Xian, Qu Chi took three or four Danyang Peak disciples, and only Wen Xuechen occupied a table , drinking alone.

The two Qinglianggu disciples he brought, including Lu Yujiu, sat obediently at the other table, behaved properly, and did not dare to overstep.

In addition to the four disciples, a beautiful and slender child with flour noodles was sitting at Qu Chi's table, whimpering.Qu Chi coaxed him warmly, but he kept crying, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Xu Xingzhi turned his head away: "Qu Chi, can you do it? Can you ask me?"

Qu Chi was also a little helpless: "Take your time, don't worry."

He took the child's cold and soft little hand, and asked in a good temper: "Where did you see the people who kidnapped your brother go, can you tell us?"

The child was sobbing blindly, his eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even utter a word.

Qu Chi pressed his hand on the back of the child's head, rubbing gently: "I know you were frightened, don't be afraid, now that you are by our side, nothing will happen. Don't worry."

The child was bewildered, his pale lips parted slightly, but he still didn't say a word.

Xu Xingzhi knocked on the table: "Ru Zhou, go and try."

Yuan Ruzhou has been watching Xu Xingzhi quietly since just now, with a peachy complexion and spring on the corners of her lips, but when Xu Xingzhi looked at her, she leaned back with a sword in her arms, raised her chin coldly, and responded: "Yes, brother."

When standing up, Yuan Ruzhou secretly pressed the back of his hand to his hot cheek, and winked at Zhou Xian again.

Zhou Xian saw the state of Yuan Ruzhou's youngest daughter in his eyes, and stood up after laughing.

Women should be better at coaxing children, especially beautiful women, who are born with advantages.

Xu Xingzhi thought so, but the child didn't appreciate it at all, but when he saw Zhou Xian and Yuan Ruzhou approaching him together, he was so frightened that he crawled under the table.

Yuan Ruzhou stood still with a puzzled expression on his face.

The owner of the teahouse scratched his scalp and explained to the child: "I have seen this child twice. Their troupe performs near Dawu Mountain all the year round. I heard that the mistress of the troupe is a shrew and punished these young apprentices." , as if there was some grudge with them in their previous life, sometimes in the middle of the night I can hear these little things being punished crying, the crying sound is like a kitten's cubs, it's heart-piercing and flustered. No, that woman And got the title of 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow'..."

Speaking of this, he shrugged his shoulders: "This time the whole theater troupe has been kidnapped by ghosts, and that woman is probably going to see a ghost."

Speaking of this, it is not difficult for everyone present to guess that this child is probably suppressed too much by the wife of the class leader, so he is afraid of women.

Yuan Ruzhou and Zhou Xian had no choice but to retreat back.

Back at the table, Yuan Ruzhou complained softly: "How can that woman treat the child like this, she is really inhumane. Ghost Xiu deserves it for taking her away."

Xu Xingzhi coughed lightly, signaling Yuan Ruzhou to stop talking.

The baby-faced Lu Yujiu buried his head very low, not daring to say a word.

Since the Mingya Kingdom was broken, ghost cultivators who hadn't been caught scattered around.Two days ago, such a group of exiled ghost cultivators came near Dawu Mountain and kidnapped all the theater troupe who settled in the mountain temple. Only this little boy hiding behind the Buddha statue survived.

Everyone knew that two days had passed, these troupe members were either made into furnaces or used to make alchemy, and now there is no hope of surviving.

It is still necessary to find out where the ghost cultivators are hiding and wipe them out. However, only the surviving child may know their whereabouts.

Qu Chi felt a little helpless, and said to Zhou Beinan, "Beinan, come and have a try."

Zhou Beinan waved his hands knowingly: "Farewell, I don't know how to coax children. Whenever I hear a child cry, I want to cry along with it."

Qu Chi turned his gaze to Wen Xuechen again.

Wen Xuechen had a headache from the noise, and was slowly rubbing her temples in the wheelchair. Hearing this, she just gave her a look, and the child simply burst into tears, crying, "Weird, monster... woo—— White hair……"

Wen Xuechen: "..."

Both Xu Xingzhi and Zhou Beinan held back their laughter and their shoulders trembled.

Qu Chi coughed lightly, and when he was in a state of desperation, he turned his eyes and saw the old man who was resting against the wall and gobbling dry food, and finally thought of a good way: "I'll buy you some candied haws to eat, don't cry, okay?"

However, he soon realized something, and turned his head towards Xu Xingzhi: "OK, I didn't bring any money with me when I came out this time, can you lend me some?"

Holding the teacup, Xu Xingzhi raised a finger: "Okay. One hundred spirit stones."

Qu Chi: "..."

"It's not deducted from Danyang Fenggong, do you have any in your own private treasury?" Xu Xingzhi withdrew his hand, "One hundred spirit stones, I won't give it if there is less."

Wen Xuechen couldn't stand it anymore: "It's okay, don't bully Qu Chi."

Xu Xingzhi was not polite at all: "Wen Baimao, I paid for the tea when we came out this time, so why don't you pay for it?"

Zhou Beinan was honest and blunt: "The child is crying. It's just a few pennies. Do you have any sympathy?"

Xu Xingzhi patted Meng Chongguang's head: "Who can cry. Chongguang, you cry too."

Meng Chongguang immediately suppressed two tears obediently.

Nine Branch Lamps, who had always been silent, also spoke out for Xu Xingzhi: "...Young Master Zhou, Senior Brother is not a person without sympathy..."

"Don't you Fengling Mountain talk about order?" Before Jiuzhideng finished speaking, Wen Xuechen interrupted him sternly, "We are talking, you are a middle-level disciple, why do you interrupt?"

Jiuzhideng's expression turned serious, and he said respectfully: "...Yes, this disciple knows his mistake."

Xu Xingzhi's problem of protecting the calf immediately flared up: "Wen Baimao, why are you yelling at my little lamp? Go to your Qingliang Valley to show your prestige. Our Fengling Mountain is not as strict as your Qingliang Valley."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the good-tempered Qu Chi stood up again to smooth things over: "Okay, don't quarrel, one hundred spirit stones is one hundred spirit stones."

The business was done, Xu Xingzhi got up on his own initiative, opened the stool, took out a few pennies from his purse, knelt down and placed it in front of the old man selling candied haws, and picked a big one from his straw handle. The red candied haws were stuffed into Qu Chi's hands, and at the same time he did not forget to remind: "Keep it on the account, don't hold back."

Immediately, he turned over the teahouse stool with the backrest, straddled it, and dragged the child to him: "Don't cry."

The child was sobbing, his face pale.

Xu Xingzhi went straight in, half bluntly: "Among the kidnapped people, there must be someone close to you."

Hearing this, the child looked up in amazement, but the tears flowed more joyfully.

Confirming what he thought in his heart, Xu Xingzhi leaned on the back of the chair, tilted the chair up, and said while shaking: "Is it the parents? Sister?"

The child actually spoke normally, with a tender and thin voice, not like a boy, but like a pitiful little girl: "... is my elder brother, who was sent to the opera troupe by my parents to learn art together with me..."

Xu Xingzhi said: "I'll help you take back your brother's bones, can you stop crying?"

Qu Chi was surprised: "...All right, don't talk like that..."

Xu Xingzhi raised an index finger to signal Qu Chi to keep quiet.

But the child listened to Xu Xingzhi's words, covered his mouth with his hands, tried his best to suppress the crying, and hiccupped.

Seeing this, Xu Xingzhi became more aware.

This child should have seen the scene of his brother's death with his own eyes, and knew that his brother would not come back alive.

Therefore, the many comforts that Qu Chi gave him before were of little use to him.

Telling him that he could find his brother's bones was more practical than empty comfort to the boy.

Xu Xingzhi stroked his messy long hair like a puppy: "Good boy. Tell me, where did you see those monsters go?"

The child sniffed hard, dipped his hand into the cup of tea on the table, and drew a mountain.

Zhou Xian was surprised, and glanced at Yuan Ruzhou, Yuan Ruzhou puffed up his chest slightly, his face full of pride.

Both Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng looked admiring.

"Dawu Mountain?" Seeing the sketch drawn by the child, Xu Xingzhi asked, "Did they hide in Dawu Mountain?"

The child shook his head and directed the water line on the table towards the west.

Qu Chi, who was holding candied haws, suddenly came to his senses: "...Is it the tip of a white horse?"

The child nodded vigorously, and stammered a little: "I saw, saw where they went, I don't know, are they still there now."

Zhou Beinan couldn't help but be surprised that he could get the result so quickly: "Xu Xingzhi, you can."

"It goes without saying, who am I, Xu Xingzhi?" Xu Xingzhi received the compliment without guilt, then patted the child on the head and asked, "Boy, what's your name?"

The child didn't answer, and first glanced at Qu Chi with teary eyes.

With a smile on his face and encouraging eyes, Qu Chi handed over the bunch of candied haws wrapped in golden sugar.

Qu Chi's consolation was not in vain, at least among the people in front of him, the child was still the most attached to Qu Chi.

After a long while, he bit the tip of the candied haws and whispered, "...My name is Tao Xian."

The author has something to say: the next three chapters of memories are scheduled.

Brother Xu's father Li Saigao.