A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Ling Siyao secretly monitored, and Cheng Weiwan inquired many ways, only to finally know that Zhang Chengcan is expected to leave for Changyang Mountain in five days, and cooperate with the arrangement of Song Dan, Huomang boxer, to wipe out ghost corpses and calm down the chaos.

The plot in the original book is extremely tragic. Meng Xianjue's identity as a ghost cultivator was exposed, and Zhang Chengcan wanted to slander him. Zhang Chengcan seized the flaw, and after returning to Tianmen, not only Zhang Chengcan took all the credit, but also was misunderstood by Xuanwei and expelled from Tianmen.

It ended in a tragic ending, and he finally fell into the ghost sect and gave up on himself.

Cheng Weiwan stood in front of the window with arms folded, without turning her head: "Ling Siyao, how far have we progressed in the original story?"

"More than half."

Cheng Weiwan raised his head to look out the window, but suddenly realized that it was snowing.

The snow fell very heavily, the snow waves rolled up and down, and a layer of white waves rolled up, the wind howled, and the cold wind leaked in through the gaps in the windows, forming a thin layer of frost on the window sills.Cheng Weiwan rubbed her arms, and was about to lament that she hadn't seen such a huge amount of snow in many years, when she suddenly noticed that there was a figure in the sea of ​​white snow.

The visitor was tall and thin, without an umbrella, with snow accumulated on his shoulders and his head, and his black hair was the only color in this silver-white sea tide.

He was carrying a lamp, the wick was made of the oil wick of the mermaid race, and it could last forever.

That ray of light seemed to be the only guide in the snow, Cheng Weiwan looked at it from a distance, his brows tightened instantly.

"Ling Siyao, is Zhang Chengcan scheduled to leave tomorrow?"

Ling Siyao was afraid of the cold, and hid in the system space, refusing to come out: "Yes, they are leaving tomorrow—why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Cheng Weiwan blocked the gap in the window frame with his fingers, and pointed out: "Then why is he so idle?"

While the two were talking, Meng Xianjue had already walked outside the door, Cheng Weiwan cheered up, and suddenly heard a soft knock on the door: "Senior, have you fallen asleep?"

Cheng Weiwan stood silently in the darkness without saying a word.

Ling Siyao also shut up, quietly waiting for the confrontation between Cheng Weiwan and Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue waited for a while, then knocked on the door again, but still did not get a reply from Cheng Weiwan, he stood in front of the door, shook off the snow from the lamp handle, and murmured softly, "I'm offended."

After finishing the words, he pushed open the door, and the sound of the door quietly opening and closing pierced the eardrums of the three of them like a small thorn.

Meng Xianjue immediately saw Cheng Weiwan standing by the window, hiding in the shadow of the moon.

Meng Xianjue didn't panic about being knocked out, he put the lamp on the ground very naturally, and also hid in the shadows, his eyes were like newly sharpened knives, reflecting the silvery light in the snowy night.

"Senior, it's getting late, and it's cold by the window..."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Weiwan raised his head slightly, interrupting Meng Xianjue's words, "You broke into the door without my permission, don't you have anything to say?"

Meng Xianjue looked up at him, with a pool of moonlight in his eyes: "...at least put on more clothes."

Cheng Weiwan couldn't bear it any longer, and closed the curtains with a bang, cutting off the last trace of air-conditioning seeping in from the window, he was not polite: "I'm going to bed, you guys have to leave tomorrow morning, if you have something to talk about, go back early if you have nothing to do rest."

There was some surprise in Meng Xianjue's eyes: "Senior, this trip is top secret, only a few people know the truth..."

Cheng Weiwan stared at him.

In the middle of his speech, when he met Cheng Weiwan's gaze, the subject immediately changed, and he lightly pursed his lips: "If Zhang Chengcan told you, it would be understandable."

Cheng Weiwan didn't want Meng Xianjue to misunderstand that he went to inquire about the news because of him, but he didn't want Meng Xianjue to think that he was in cahoots with Zhang Chengcan, so he finally stopped, turned his head and said: "Your Tianmen is so small, if you really If you want to hide something, it is best not to let the second person know, if I want to investigate, there is always a way."

Meng Xianjue lowered his head slightly to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. Taking advantage of the tendency of lowering his head, he took out a long and thin wooden box from his spiritual pouch.

The wooden box is delicate in wood and exquisite in pattern, without any embellishment of gold and jade, but it is too heavy to touch. At a glance, it has a sense of low-key luxury.

Ling Siyao stared wide-eyed in the system space, and said involuntarily, "What is that... interesting."

Cheng Weiwan didn't care to look at it, he didn't turn his head, and casually said to Ling Siyao: "If you want to see it, you will know what it is if you come out and take a look."

Just as Cheng Weiwan finished speaking, a voice suddenly appeared from the depths of the house: "Wanwan, someone knocked on the door first, but you didn't hear it, and you blame him for breaking in..."

After finishing speaking, Ling Siyao lit up the candle, and the warm and bright light instantly filled the whole room, repelling the last ray of chill from the frost and snow.

The moment the room was lit up, Meng Xianjue narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were like nails, and he stared straight in the direction of Ling Siyao.

Ling Siyao was bleary-eyed, wearing only a thin underwear, wrapped in a blanket indiscriminately, standing by the table, pouring water for Meng Xianjue in a daze: "It's cold outside, come and drink some tea Warm up with water."

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously raised his head to look at Meng Xianjue, and was instantly fixed in place by the cold light in Meng Xianjue's eyes.

Meng Xianjue stood there motionless, he looked at Ling Siyao quietly, and used the candlelight to hide the complicated and profound emotions in his eyes.

Meng Xianjue lowered his voice and said with some difficulty: "You two, live together?"

Cheng Weiwan paused. At a certain moment, he felt a little guilty.

It was his own problem, which made him unable to face it calmly when he was told to live in the same room with the same sex or have a little intimacy.

Even if he and Ling Siyao have nothing, he is always afraid that others will think they have something.

That little thought, for fear that others will see it.

Cold sweat broke out on Cheng Weiwan's forehead, he asked dryly, turned his head to look at Ling Siyao, and frantically curled his lips to make an expression: "Aren't you already asleep?"

Ling Siyao cast a strange glance at him.

At this moment, Cheng Weiwan only wanted to pull out his tongue. It would be fine if he didn't ask, but if he asked now, it would make him even more guilty.

What does Meng Xianjue think of him, what does he think, has anything to do with him!

Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to turn his head back. At this moment, he only felt two holes in his back as if being scorched by fire, which was a burning pain.

But he didn't know that for a brief moment, Meng Xianjue's eyes were firmly fixed on him. His eyes were complicated and indistinguishable. There seemed to be joy, doubt, and surprise where he didn't know where he was thinking. Yes, it's still the stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.

In his eyes, Cheng Weiwan, with silver clothes and snow-haired hair, and red pupils, is like a painting. Looking down, he saw Cheng Weiwan stepping on the ground with bare feet, his robe was loosely wrapped, and his pair of fine white His feet were just so half-covered exposed in front of him.

The eyes are all boundless beauty.

Meng Xianjue was distracted, he forced himself to suppress this impulse, and also suppressed the ecstasy overflowing in his heart, all emotions were transformed by him into a small movement, he gently put the wooden box on the table, Slowly let go, but even so, the wooden box still made a dull sound.

"Senior, I'm going to Changyang Mountain tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't have time to hand over this thing to you, so please forgive me for bothering you late at night."

Cheng Weiwan felt that the atmosphere in the room was much more normal, so he was completely relieved, turned around slowly, and his eyes fell lightly on the wooden box.

Extraordinary.

This kind of shape and size is mostly a kind of weapon called "belt". They are easy to carry, easy to hide and sneak attack, and have great toughness. The Bai Lian sent by Zhang Chengcan that day and thrown away by him is " One of the belts.

Although Zhang Chengcan's is not bad, it is not extremely good. Tianlu respects sword repair, so few people can understand this kind of weapon "carrying" deeply, and it is not as wide-ranging as swords, and there are not many treasures. Zhang Chengcan's That one is insufficient compared to the top and more than the bottom, but it can also make people's eyes shine at first glance.

As for the one brought by Meng Xianjue today, no matter how you evaluate it from any angle, you can't fault it.

If you insist on picking a mistake, it can only be that this thing is too precious, so precious that no one dares to believe it.

No one dared to believe that someone would recklessly use such precious materials to forge a weapon with very limited directions of use.

Cheng Weiwan curled up his toes secretly, he was a little nervous, and talked to Ling Siyao through the system space: "This is a magic weapon, has this thing appeared in the original book?"

Ling Siyao said firmly, "No."

If it appeared in the original book, why did he want to read it so persistently?

Cheng Weiwan blinked: "Then why did he bring it here?"

Ling Siyao hesitated: "Maybe, I want to show off to you?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't want to talk to Ling Siyao, he looked at Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue had a faint smile on his face: "Senior, junior saw that you didn't have a weapon at hand, so I collected the materials and forged one myself. I don't know if senior will be able to appreciate it."

It was a little cold for her feet to be on the ground all the time, Cheng Weiwan took a small step secretly, taking the opportunity to step on the corner of her clothes scattered on the ground.

"This item is rare, so keep it for yourself."

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes, and slowly opened the lid of the wooden box: "This junior practiced non-stop for nearly ten days before he finally produced this finished product. Can senior take a look first before making a conclusion?"

The moment the lid was opened, spiritual energy floated out. It was a kind of infinite power, covering time and space, wind, rain, thunder, and thunder. It was like a collection of all things. The moment you hold it in your hand, everything is in your hands .

Cheng Weiwan took a deep breath and looked up at Meng Xianjue: "You made this?"

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips and nodded.

Cheng Weiwan closed his eyes: "Take it back, put it away, and don't let anyone see it."

Cheng Weiwan didn't want to explore the reason for the deviation in the plot, but this thing, no matter what, should not appear in front of the world.

Even a red gold beast can attract people to loot it, Cheng Weiwan dare not imagine, if this kind of magic weapon appears, it will cause a bloodbath in Tianlu.

Meng Xianjue saw that Cheng Weiwan's face was firm, so he didn't say any more, and nodded slightly, with his head down, and his hair fell down, covering his expression.

He closed the box gently, and finally stroked the lid reluctantly.

Cheng Weiwan suddenly had an illusion.

There seemed to be a giant dragon that had been dormant for a long time in front of him. It was powerful, but because of his words, its proud head drooped, its proud horns were no longer hard, and its protective dragon scales were no longer colorful.

The whole person seems to have lost its color.

For a moment, Cheng Weiwan wondered if he had spoken too strongly.

But he recalled the conversation between the two of them from the beginning to the end, and couldn't find anything wrong at all. He pursed his lips, looked at the dejected "giant dragon", and couldn't bear to add: "Put it away."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Meng Xianjue raised his tail.

Meng Xianjue nodded to Cheng Weiwan, eyes slightly bent, and said, "Okay."

He didn't stay any longer, picked up the wooden box, and walked into the depths of the night against the wind and snow.

Cheng Weiwan stood in front of the window, looked at Meng Xianjue's lonely back for a while, then blew out the candles, left only a small lamp by the bed, and fell asleep.

After Meng Xianjue walked for a while, his hands were a little stiff from the cold. He turned around and saw that the light in the small courtyard was turned off, and the emotion in his heart gradually eased.

He always thought that his senior was different from him, so he acted cautiously and fearfully, for fear that he would accidentally offend his senior, but what he saw today, that subtle emotion instantly awakened the little bud that was sleeping in his heart.

Senior and him are the same.

Meng Xianjue chuckled in the heavy snow. He did not send out the weapons he forged for his seniors, but he had gained something else, so the trip was worthwhile.

On the snowy night before departure, the snow falling all over the sky was his witness.