The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

An hour later, the Gu poison finally died down.

The hot tide gradually receded, and Meng Chen's red skin turned back to cold white.He closed his eyes lazily, his dark eyelashes condensed into a line, like the wings of a butterfly after fighting in a storm, trembling slightly exhausted.

Xue Lang breathed a sigh of relief, moved his frozen arms, hugged Meng Chen, and quickly returned to Qixueju.

"Take a hot bath first." Xue Lang filled the bath with hot water and said to Meng Chen, "I'm right outside, call me if you need anything."

Meng Chen looked at the corner of the boy's clothes dripping with ice water: "Together."

"I still have something left outside," Xue Lang said softly, "You go first, I'll be here in a while."

After Meng Chen went in, Xue Lang ran back to Hantian Waterfall and brought back the two food boxes that fell down.The chicken soup was completely cold, he took the bowl and looked around, and found that there was a small stove in Qixueju, but it was not used at all, so he fiddled with turning up the fire and rewarming the chicken soup.

After Meng Chen took a bath and came out wearing a clean coat, he smelled the enticing fragrance that filled the whole room.There was a ceramic bowl with ice blue pattern on the table, which contained steaming hot thick soup. I don't know what it was made of, and it was delicious.

When he was young, Meng Chen was still a bit greedy, but in recent years, his interest in ordinary food has been greatly reduced.But now, perhaps because the body is too tired, the fragrance smells very attractive.

"Senior Sister Liu and the others made Jinyun White Claw Chicken Soup, which is very nourishing, come and drink." Xue Lang carefully picked up the bowl and handed it to him, "It's a bit hot, slow down."

Meng Chen took the chicken soup and took a sip.The soup is rich in white juice and has the fragrance of fresh bamboo shoots. After taking a sip of it, I feel that the fatigue has dissipated a lot, and the whole stomach let out a comfortable sigh.He handed the bowl to Xue Lang: "Taste it."

"This is for the meritorious officials in today's competition meeting. I dare not drink it." Xue Lang smiled and pushed the bowl back, urging, "Drink more, it will be cold again in a while."

Meng Chen couldn't resist him, and drank the whole bowl of soup in one gulp.

Xue Lang looked at the sickly look on his pale face, his heart was throbbing like a needle, and he quickly opened another food box, a little nervously said: "This is the green ball that I learned from Senior Sister Liu. You can try it." Unappetizing."

He took out the plate, only to realize that because it had been left for too long, the green ball had become cold and its shape had become lumpy, which really didn't look very appetizing.

Xue Lang showed annoyance on his face: "Oops, it's been too long... Forget it, don't eat it." He put the plate back into the food box, and seeing that there was still a stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the table, he wanted to bring it over to Meng Chen. Cushion your tummy.But Meng Chen stopped his movements, reached out and took a green ball from the food box, put it to his lips and took a bite, carefully savored the taste, and said, "It's delicious."

Xue Lang: "...Really?"

Meng Chen took another bite, slightly stretched his tired eyebrows and eyes, and curled the corners of his lips, "Really. Can you make it for me in the future?"

"Of course!" Xue Lang nodded vigorously, "As long as you want to eat, I will make it for you every day!"

Meng Chen finished eating the green ball and urged him to take a bath again.Xue Lang hurried into the bathroom now, he seemed worried about leaving Meng Chen alone, and he came out after a while, his hair was only brushed twice, and it was still steaming wet.

Meng Chen sat by the bed, lazily used his spells, took a clean handkerchief, motioned Xue Lang to sit over, and helped the boy dry his hair.

Xue Lang sat obediently in front of him, lowered his head and let him move, and was silent for a moment, then a slightly muffled voice came from under the veil: "Is it Yin Chi?"

Meng Chen paused as he wiped his hair, but did not speak.

Xue Lang took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Where is he? I'll go find him."

It is the most poisonous love Gu in the world. Even the genius doctor of Plum Blossom Valley is helpless. If he wants to undo the poison, he can only find Yin Chi.

Meng Chen recalled the strange scene he saw in his dream, and shook his head: "I don't know. But, he will take the initiative to come to me."

No matter what Yin Chi was doing, he was still Taixuanzong's disciple, and he would show up sooner or later.

However, Yin Chi will definitely not hand over the method of dispelling Gu easily.

While thinking about it, Meng Chen suddenly felt his hand was grabbed violently.

The boy's hair was already half-dry, and because it was rubbed with a towel for too long, the top of his head was blown up in a mess, which looked a little funny.But he held Meng Chen's hand tightly, but his expression was extremely serious: "I want you to promise me one thing. If you encounter danger again, don't face it alone, let me accompany you, okay?"

Although I'm not that strong yet, even though I'm not capable of completely protecting you...

But as long as I have breath, I will always stand in front of you.

Meng Chen stared at the young man's pleading eyes, nodded slightly and made a promise: "Okay."

Xue Lang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled softly, then urged Meng Chen to go to sleep on the couch, brought a quilt, covered him carefully, and finally lightly blew out the candle on the table.

The room was dark, save for a handful of silver moonlight leaking in through the window.Meng Chen covered half of his face under the quilt, and asked softly in the dark, "Are you going back?"

"I won't go back." Xue Lang sat cross-legged on the ground beside the bed, holding a sword in his arms, and smiled back at him, "Sleep, I'll watch over you."

Meng Chen moved to the side of the bed: "Come up."

Xue Lang was startled, and quickly shook his head: "No, I'll do it here..."

"Come up." Meng Chen repeated, "It's cold on the ground, hurry up."

Xue Lang's Adam's apple rolled, and his heartbeat began to accelerate unstoppably.

The last time I shared the same bed with Meng Chen was in the fantasy land of peach blossoms in Xianle City.At that time, he foolishly thought that person was an illusion, indulged his mind and said a lot of nonsense, and once revealed his truth, he regretted wanting to hit the south wall, thinking that the other party would never allow him to get so close in his life.

His heart was beating like a drum, he took off his coat with a blushing face, got on the bed lightly, got into the quilt and lay down next to Meng Chen.This bed was originally for one person to sleep in, and the two of them were a bit crowded when lying on it, and could feel each other's body temperature and breathing.

Xue Lang sniffed the faint fragrance of orchids coming from Meng Chen's body. He didn't know where to put his nervous hands. He was thinking about whether to say something. When he looked down, he found that the young man's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and his forehead was light. Leaning on his shoulders, he fell asleep defenselessly.

-

On the second day, the discussion meeting continued.

The dawn was faint, and there was still some time before the start of the competition. In order to occupy a good position to watch the battle, some disciples went to the competition field in twos and threes ahead of schedule.

Xue Lang went to Xiushui Mountain for a tour, and was going to kill another chicken to make soup for Meng Chen.

When he woke up in the morning, Meng Chen hadn't woken up yet, curled up in the bed and slept deeply, looking really tired.

The Jinyun white-clawed chicken was very effective, but it was too rare, Xue Lang looked around and couldn't find another one, so he had to buy two black-bone chickens to replace it.Seeing that it was almost time, he carried the chicken and walked back.

"I thought Senior Brother Lu was already No.1 among the younger generation. I didn't expect this Meng Chen to be even stronger than Senior Brother Lu. He is really talented."

Xue Lang raised his head sharply and saw two disciples from Zhenwu Villa walking in front of him.Qingfeng Xiaozhu was nearby, and these two disciples were probably planning to go to the martial arts arena.

The other person sneered and said in a mocking tone, "Do you really think he is so good because of his talent?"

The previous people were puzzled: "Why?"

"No matter how talented you are, how can you break through to become a god in your twenties? This is simply a fantasy!" the human said, "Have you forgotten who Meng Chen's master is? But they are strong at the peak of the Mahayana! And their Taixuanzong is really evil, there were only a few people living on the peak that day, and they were usually isolated from the outside, if something happened that would not be on the stage, who would know?"

He chuckled twice, and his tone gradually became obscene and intimate: "Look at that Meng Chen again, he is obviously a big man, but he has such a face. If you want me to say, his realm is definitely not cultivated by himself." , must have done something messy with his master, and 'sucked' from his master..."

Before he could finish speaking, something hit the back of his head hard, his vision went dark, and he threw himself forward, almost hitting the ground.

"Who!?" He turned his head angrily, and saw two tied up black-bone chickens lying on the ground, clucking and screaming with their necks stretched out, and a boy in black who looked about ten years old was standing not far from him , staring at him with a cold face.

"Taixuanzong's?" The Zhenwu disciple plucked a chicken feather from the back of his head with his backhand, and said angrily, "What do you mean? This is how your sect treats guests?"

"Our sect treats guests." Xue Lang said with a sneer, "It's not a dog who doesn't have a brain and only chews behind its back."

"You!" The real martial arts disciple's face was distorted, and he walked towards Xue Lang regardless of his companion's dissuasion, staring at him sullenly and said: "Boy, do you know who I am?"

"The only son of Elder Du in Zhenwu Mountain Villa, Lu Yuanshan will respect me and call him senior brother when he sees him." Before Xue Lang could speak, Du Jin had already declared his family name, "What are you, dare to shout in front of me? "

Elder Du and the head of Zhenwu are brothers who have been friends for life, and they have an extraordinary status in the villa. Naturally, his son's treatment is not much worse.Although Du Jin's cultivation talent is mediocre, he ate Zeng Ling Dan as jelly beans since he was a child. Now he is only in his forties, but his cultivation level has already broken through Yuanying. Therefore, he often thinks that he is the best among young geniuses.

"Tsk, you have such a presumptuous attitude. I thought you were some powerful figure in the Taixuanzong. It turns out that you are just a mere Jindan disciple." Du Jin was full of sarcasm, and looked down at Xue Lang with a pair of hanging eyes, "Don't bare your mouth! Come on arrogant, do you dare to fight with me?"

Xue Lang picked up the two black-bone chickens on the ground, passed Du Jin and walked forward without looking sideways: "Don't dare."

Du Jin was taken aback for a moment, then laughed wildly, deliberately raised his voice and said to his companion: "There is such a coward in the majestic Taixuanzong, I have opened my eyes today!"

Another Zhenwu disciple looked at the straight and steady back of the boy in black, but murmured in his heart.

That person's eyes and aura really don't look like "a mere Golden Core disciple"...

-

When Xue Lang returned to the arena, the watching seats were already full of people.He knocked out two black-bone chickens and hid them behind a tree, washed his hands again, found Meng Chen in the crowd, and sat beside him.

"Why don't you get more sleep?"

"I've been asleep for a long time." Meng Chen asked, "Where did you go this morning?"

"I caught two chickens, and I'll make soup for you at noon."

Meng Chen smiled lightly, agreed, and said, "Would you like to compete in the arena today? There are many disciples in Zhenwu Villa, and the actual combat is very good."

"Yeah." Xue Lang nodded, "I've already found someone good."

At this moment, bursts of laughter continued to erupt from the seats in Zhenwu Villa.

"Really? Taixuanzong really has such a wonderful disciple?"

"Run away after saying harsh words, I have never seen such a cowardly person!"

"If I were the head of Taixuan, I would have expelled this useless disciple long ago! It's a pity that you don't know the name of that kid, Senior Brother Du, otherwise we must spread the story and make him embarrass himself in the sect!"

"I think so too." Surrounded by a group of true martial arts disciples, Du Jin said leisurely with his legs crossed, "That brat better pray that I don't run into him again, otherwise I must give him a good education..."

Just as he was talking, he saw a black-clothed boy walking up the ring without haste or slowness. He had black hair in a tall bun, a narrow waist and long legs, and his eyes were like cold stars. He spoke clearly:

"Xue Lang, disciple of Taixuanzong, please fight Du Jin in Zhenwu Villa."

I dare not fight with you in the back mountain, because if I violate the sect's regulations on fighting privately, I will make that person worry again.

Therefore, I will beat you upright in this arena.