The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

... What are you hiding?

That's too much.

For example, the original owner is dead, for example, he is a counterfeit, for example, he is still planning to make a deal with Meng Chongguang and return to the present world to meet his father and sister.

If any one thing is explained, it is possible for Meng Chongguang to slap Xu Xingzhi into the ground and not be able to get it out.

Now this question was directly thrown on Xu Xingzhi's face by Meng Chongguang, Xu Xingzhi's heart thumped loudly, and then fell heavily.

He forced a smile and said, "Why do you ask that?"

After Meng Chongguang stared at Xu Xingzhi until his scalp became numb, he threw Xu Xingzhi's wrist away angrily, and his words were a little more alienated: "Since the brother doesn't want to say it, Chongguang just doesn't ask. Go back to the tower to pack things, we immediately Set off."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

After returning to the room according to what Meng Chongguang said, Xu Xingzhi sat on the couch in a daze.

He didn't have anything to clean up, and none of the things in the left and right towers belonged to him. He just symbolically took the folding fan named "Xianbi" by the original owner and fiddled with it.

Meng Chongguang's angry look just now was really frightening, but just looking at Meng Chongguang's attitude, it didn't seem like he had discovered those big secrets that Xu Xingzhi tried his best to hide, but more like being angry.

Think about it, when did Meng Chongguang change his attitude?

Xu Xingzhi remembered that he only changed his color after catching his own pulse, so he also imitated Meng Chongguang's movements, using his left hand to catch the pulse of his right hand, trying to find out what went wrong.

After a long time of diagnosis, Xu Xingzhi finally got a result.

——Because of my excessive worry and anger recently, I should take supplements with medicine and pay attention to health preservation.

He didn't say anything, he just felt depressed, he shook his left hand angrily, and went to grab the folding fan that he put aside, thinking about drinking water at the table to calm down.

In the next moment, Xu Xingzhi's left hand holding the fan sank abruptly.

He looked down and found that the handle of the fan in his hand had turned into the handle of a delicately painted porcelain pot.

In addition to a round pot, there are also three cups, one large, two small, neatly arranged on the bed.

Xu Xingzhi: ... oh well.

He had only seen this fan change shape in his memory, but it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

Xu Xingzhi shook the pot and found that the water inside was still full.He tried to pour a glass of water, put it to his lips and took a sip.

This water tastes very sweet, and after just a sip, it feels refreshing.

Xu Xingzhi thought optimistically, well, even if Meng Chongguang discovers his true identity and abandons himself to the wilderness in the future, he can at least fill himself up.

He picked up the kettle and studied it carefully.

If I remember correctly, just now he just had the thought of "drinking water" in his mind, and the folding fan turned into a kettle.

Xu Xingzhi held his breath, recalling the mountain-splitting scythe that the original master used in the battle.

The folding fan didn't move at all, it was as quiet as dead.

Xu Xingzhi retreated to the next best thing, and conceived the fish intestine sword in his mind.

The folding fan was still indifferent and unmoved.

After a lot of wild thinking, Xu Xingzhi was sure that apart from this set of tea sets, he could only transform the folding fan into a bundle of ropes, a roll of brocade silk, a pot of old wine, and a feather duster.

The feather duster can be used for cleaning, but for the rope and brocade silk, apart from being convenient for hanging and self-defeating at critical moments, Xu Xingzhi can't think of any other functions for the time being.

...Even if you give me a small knife that can protect my body, that would be fine.

Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi, who was full of melancholy, poured himself a large glass of wine and chatted to relieve his worries.

After gulping it down, Xu Xingzhi looked at the cup in hand.

He is a mortal, and he doesn't know the complicated method of adjusting the meridian and luck of a cultivator, but at least he knows that a person whose bones have been pulled out and whose spiritual power has been exhausted will never be able to change the shape of the folding fan like this.

He still remembered that when he first entered the wilderness, Zhou Beinan suspected that he was a corpse, and swore that no one whose bones had been pulled out would survive.

At that time, Xu Xingzhi was ambiguous in his words, and reluctantly evaded it. Meng Chongguang also guarantied himself, saying that there was no trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, so Xu Xingzhi didn't think about it at all.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, after Meng Zhongguang rained a spirit stone, causing the spirit power to escape everywhere, this body was affected, and it actually regained some strength?

This is indeed a beautiful thing, but it also made Xu Xingzhi increasingly suspicious.

... For the first time, he really doubted the words of "world knowledge".

According to "Consciousness of the World", Meng Chongguang, Zhou Beinan and others colluded together, stole artifacts, and murdered their teachers. They were the most evil and evil people. Ineffective, his bones were pulled out and he died tragically.

This is a story that can be justified, but now it has cracked a crack silently.

——The body given to him by "Consciousness of the World" has not actually been rooted out, but it is more like someone sealed the spiritual power in the body.

Once this loophole was uncovered, the words of "World Knowledge" suddenly ceased to make sense.

The original owner was framed for such a crime, how could Shimen let him go easily, simply sealing off his spiritual power and letting him go?

Since the original owner never pulled out the root bone, why did he die?

Or, did the original owner die?

Among the messy conjectures, Xu Xingzhi suddenly had an idea.

——"Knowledge of the World" deliberately provided himself with an irresistible reason to attack.

On the one hand, Meng Chongguang has a deep hatred with the original owner. On the other hand, he who took over the original owner's body is eager to go home. The two superimpose, and killing Meng Chongguang by himself becomes a matter of course.

Thinking of this level, Xu Xing felt a piercing chill on his back.

But no matter how you guess, these are just guesses, and you can't count them.

Xu Xingzhi carefully pinned the dagger gifted to him by "Knowledge of the World" to his waist, but he didn't intend to use it to kill Meng Chongguang for the time being.

Holding the folding fan that had returned to its original shape, Xu Xingzhi took several glances at Meng Chongguang when he joined the crowd in front of the pagoda.

Meng Chongguang's expression was indifferent, without squinting.He called Qu Chi to be the rear, and he himself walked in the front, throwing Xu Xingzhi far away.

Zhou Wang, with two sabers on his back, followed Xu Xingzhi with his arms sleeved.Her eyes wandered between the two of them a few times, and she lowered her voice to ask Xu Xingzhi: "Did you quarrel with Big Brother Meng?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly.

...Thinking about it, it's no wonder Meng Chongguang is unhappy.

In Meng Chongguang's view, Xu Xingzhi was obviously not uprooted, and his spiritual power was still there, but he pretended to be powerless. It was obvious that he did not trust him enough, so he refused to tell the truth, even when he was hit by him. After breaking this point, Xu Xingzhi still tried to muddle through, unwilling to tell him the truth.

... It is strange that Meng Chongguang's exquisite glazed heart can withstand such a blow.

But Xu Xingzhi himself was wronged.

He really didn't know beforehand that his bones hadn't been healed, and he didn't intend to deceive him. Besides, the spiritual power he could mobilize now was pitifully thin. With such little tricks as changing pots, wine and feather dusters, no one went to the street to perform. Willing to give money.

Xu Xingzhi answered Zhou Wang in a low voice: "He is losing his temper."

Zhou Wang asked curiously, "Hey, I haven't seen Big Brother Meng lose his temper yet."

Xu Xingzhi was a little surprised. In his opinion, with Meng Chongguang's natural personality, he must have a small temper as frequently as eating and drinking: "No one has made him angry?"

Zhou Wang said: "...Anyone who offends Brother Meng is dead."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."...Suddenly frightened.

Not long after the group left the tower, dozens of dense black spots appeared on the wilderness.

As they approached the tower, the black dots gradually revealed their human form.

The leader was Wen Xuechen who was sitting in a wheelchair. Thirteen years later, his face is still delicate and cold, and his temperament is as floating as a cloud. Compared with 13 years ago, the only thing that has changed is his completely snow-colored hair.

Behind him followed more than a dozen disciples, all of them belonged to the four sects.

The tower was empty, and no one came out to fight.

Wen Xuechen seemed to have no intention of going in at all.

He stopped the wheelchair dozens of feet away from the pagoda, bent down, and picked up a large handful of stardust and sand that had lost all spiritual power from the ground, and said to himself: "... I have clearly told him, Meng Chongguang He won't keep Xu Xingzhi here, but he insists on me to take a look, I'm really paranoid and lost."

He flicked the sand in his hand and turned the wheelchair to leave.

A disciple dressed in Danyang Peak asked, "Brother Wen, why don't you check again? They might be hiding in the tower."

"There is no spiritual power flowing here." Wen Xuechen said indifferently, "There is another person in the tower. But it's not any of them, it's just a disabled person with a broken spine. Don't waste time in it."

Another disciple Ying Tianchuan, who wore a navy blue robe with golden shoulders and whose status was almost the same as Wen Xuechen's, asked suspiciously, "Really? Since no one is there, why not go in and take a look?"

Wen Xuechen raised his head and said, "That's courting death."

The man said with a strange smile: "Wen Xuechen, don't you still remember your past relationship with these disobedient people?"

"With whom?" Wen Xuechen asked back.

Before the disciple had time to say another word, Wen Xuechen put his elbows on the armrest of the wheelchair and waved casually like chasing flies.

His slap seemed to be lost in the air, but in an instant, the person who had uttered wild words to Wen Xuechen just now was slapped to the ground by a strange force, his cheeks were swollen, and bleeding came from his ears and nose.

Wen Xuechen's tone was as cold as ice: "Are you talking to me?"

After saying this, he shook his wheelchair and left: "If you are not afraid of death, go in. If you want to live, follow me."

Two Qinglianggu disciples looked at each other and hurried to follow, while dozens of others stayed where they were, not taking Wen Xuechen's words seriously.

It took a long time for disciple Ying Tianchuan to come back to his senses, and he spat out a bloody tooth: "Damn it! This little boy!"

Another person with the same uniform as him helped him up from the ground: "Why argue with him? After all, he was one of the first disciples of the Four Schools back then."

"Bah!" Disciple Ying Tianchuan said angrily, "If he is really powerful, why is there no one like him in the Tianbang?"

An insider said: "Back then, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi were the first disciples of the four sects; although Zhou Beinan's marksmanship talent was not as good as his younger sister Zhou Xian's, he was still considered a leader in marksmanship; After more than ten days of intense competition, they voluntarily gave up and refused to participate in the battle."

Disciple Ying Tianchuan sneered: "Talking about one thousand and ten thousand, he just likes to put on airs and be a hero in front of us. He really thinks that he is something that can be put on the stage."

As he said that, he waved his arm: "Go, go in. I don't believe his alarmist talk. Even if they run away, it's good for us to tear down this broken tower, and we can go back and explain to the lord."

Holding a silver gun in his hand, he walked towards the tower first, and a group of people thought that what he said was reasonable, so they followed him one after another.

As they approached, the Lingshi Xingsha on the ground, which looked like ordinary sand and stones, floated up just around the corner.

A gust of wind blew up on the flat ground, and a stream of star dust rose up and landed on the face of disciple Ying Tianchuan who took the lead.

He was fed a mouthful of wind sand, and couldn't help feeling suffocated. He spit out the sand and stones in his mouth, but found that the sand was stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out no matter how he spit it out.

When he was surprised, he suddenly saw sand rising from the flat ground, splashing down on his head, he hurriedly swung his gun to block it, waved away a piece of sand, squinted his eyes to try to see, and was shocked to find that the sand was not left behind. on his gun.

In an instant, the silver gun was eroded by the sand and rocks, making crackling sounds, shrinking inch by inch, melting, and gradually disappearing.

Seeing that his hand was about to be corroded, disciple Ying Tianchuan screamed and threw the silver gun on the ground, but the next second, he pulled his face and howled like a pig in pain.

But within a moment, he was silent, and was drained by the sand until only his clothes remained.

After the wind and sand subsided, clothes fell on the ground in front of the pagoda.

The wind carried the screams of the disciples to the ears of the two Qinglianggu disciples who had narrowly escaped death.They were numb from the continuous screams, and they were striding like flying, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed of the sand.

Seeing that they would also be swallowed by the sandstorm, Wen Xuechen, who had been slowly shaking the wheelchair forward, raised his arm, a roulette shining with jasper luster flew out of his sleeve, and a gossip talisman shot out, killing the three of them shrouded inside.

Kuangsha slapped violently outside, but he was not allowed to enter. The offensive quickly subsided, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The two disciples looked towards the tower body with lingering fear, but they could only see hair crowns and clothes rolling all over the floor, but how dare they go back to collect the dead?

Wen Xuechen tucked the roulette into her sleeves, and her face was not good-looking.

The formation just now exhausted him too much, his lips turned a layer of blue and then a layer of white, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Like the two Qinglianggu disciples, he also looked in the direction of the tower, staring in a daze.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

With Tao Xian and himself holding back, the group naturally couldn't move forward with the sword; Tao Xian was weak, and Qu Chi carried him all the way, so they couldn't walk fast.

After walking and stopping for half a day, Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang still haven't spoken a word.

Xu Xingzhi could see that Meng Chongguang was also suffocated, he secretly turned his head to look at him many times, and turned back quickly after being caught by himself, biting his lip, which was a grievance.

When everyone rested by a small stream, he sat the farthest alone, refusing to drink a sip of water, and the words "come and coax me" were written all over his body.

Xu Xingzhi originally wanted to turn his fan into a kettle and pour a glass of water to coax him, but it was really troublesome to think that everyone else at the scene thought he had been pulled out, and he had to bother to explain if he used spiritual power without authorization.

He had no choice but to obediently take a cowhide water bag and go to the stream to fetch water.

Noticing Xu Xingzhi's movements, Meng Chongguang couldn't hold back anymore, his face was full of joy, and he hugged his knees obediently waiting to be coaxed.

After Zhou Wang had a panoramic view of all this, he went to Zhou Beinan to report his discovery: "Uncle, Senior Brother Xu has seen Brother Meng all the way."

Zhou Beinan: "Shhh, don't look at those two dead sleeves, they will grow needles."

Zhou Wang had already been through stalking, and knew what a "broken sleeve" was from Yuan Ruzhou, a bone girl, and smiled with his mouth covered.

However, before the smile on her face dissipated, she heard the sound of splashing water from the side of the stream.

Qu Chi was washing his face neatly by the side of the stream, when he suddenly heard the sound of falling into the water, before he could raise his head, he shouted anxiously, "Tao Xian! Did Tao Xian fall into the water?"

Tao Xian, who was only half a foot away from him, couldn't laugh or cry: "Senior Brother Qu, I'm here."

Lu Yujiu put down the kettle: "Who fell into the water?" He looked around, "Where is Senior Brother Xu?"

"Who else is there besides him?" Zhou Beinan looked at the place where Xu Xingzhi stopped just now, "... Hey, Xu Xingzhi, the water is not as deep as your knees, why are you pretending to be dead?"

However, no one responded to his words except for the ripples of water swaying in circles.

Yuan Ruzhou, who was picking fruit by the wild fruit tree not far away, frowned slightly: "...where are you, brother?"

Before other people noticed the difference, Meng Chongguang had already rushed to the stream, and after looking around for a while, his voice tremblingly changed: "...Senior Brother?...Senior Brother!!"

The knee-deep stream quickly became quiet again, and even the ripples disappeared.

... But there is no shadow of Xu Xingzhi here?

The author has something to say: Chongguang: A brother with one mouth, two eyes and two legs jumped into the water with a plop~

Brother: ... mdzz.