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

Xue Lang looked at the brick book with a distorted expression, gritted his teeth and said, "That's you. Give me half a month, and I won't be able to memorize it!"

"For me," Meng Chen said euphemistically, "Actually two or three hours is enough."

He has a photographic memory, and it never takes much effort to endorse a book or something.

Xue Lang: "..."

Seeing the boy's indescribable expression, Meng Chen coughed lightly, and said, "Well...the exam is going to be in three days, why don't we start now?"

Xue Lang didn't react: "Us?"

"Yeah." Meng Chen smiled lightly, and said softly, "I'll carry it with you."

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"wrong."

"wrong."

"Come again."

Xue Lang exploded, and closed the book hard: "I can't recite it!"

Avoiding disturbing other disciples' studies, the two left the library and went to a small quiet pavilion nearby.Just now in the Book Pavilion, Xue Lang heard Meng Chen's gentle tone, and thought it was some kind of "accompaniment" method, and followed him here as if he had been lowered, and then accepted the inhumane mental torture.

If you make a mistake, you must memorize it again, if you are not proficient, you must memorize it again, if you don’t understand the essence, you must memorize it again!

People work! !

"I quit!" Xue Lang flicked his sleeves, jumped onto the railing and sat obliquely, folded his arms and said with a sneer, "It's just an exam with broken rules, what if you fail the exam? I think you're just making excuses on purpose." Let me down!"

Meng Chen sat upright by the stone table in the center of the gazebo, looking at him calmly: "Are you sure you don't want to recite?"

"Indeed! Sure!" Xue Lang lifted his chin to look at him, and asked provocatively, "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything." Meng Chen's tone became more and more gentle, "But as your senior brother, I consciously have the responsibility to supervise your homework, so if you don't recite it, at most I will follow you back to Songzhai and have dinner with you. Or sit next to you at bedtime and repeat the "Code" to you over and over again."

Xue Lang: "..."

He didn't know whether it was because of anger or other reasons, his handsome face flushed red, which was still unreal at night, but it would be more obvious if it was in a brightly lit place.

Meng Chen smiled and knocked on the table with his knuckles, and finally saw the puffy little wolf dog jumping down from the railing, sat back on the stone bench in extreme pain, opened the book and read it with a face full of pain and hatred. stand up.

Meng Chen didn't bother him any more, but quietly cast a few spells to help the young man drive away the annoying mosquitoes on summer nights.

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Three days later, Duan Kao arrived as scheduled.

In the huge Meditation Square, thousands of desks were neatly arranged and divided into more than a dozen areas, and each area was supervised by an elder.The disciples from each peak sat in a random order. Because they learned different things, the contents of the test papers were also different, which prevented the possibility of plagiarism in communication with each other.

Xue Lang sat in his seat and heard the two senior sisters from Cuixia Peak discussing in a low voice:

"Who is the invigilator here?"

"I don't know, I hope it's not Elder Bu, he's super strict."

"Elder Yu Nian likes to doze off when invigilating the exam. It would be great if it was him... Wait, my God, Brother Meng!!"

All the disciples saw that the person walking over with a stack of test papers was actually Meng Chen!

The disciples whispered excitedly:

"Why can Brother Meng invigilate the exam? Doesn't he need to take the exam!?"

"Tsk, who do you think Senior Brother Meng is? He already knew this kind of simple theoretical knowledge. The homework of Tianji Peak disciples has always been tested by Zhongli Xianzun himself. See, Senior Brother Pei is also proctoring the exam."

Just now, the two female disciples of Cuixia Peak were so happy that they could not wait to hug each other: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L if I can be watched like this every day, I would be willing to take the exam a few more times!!"

Xue Lang listened silently, and couldn't help but let out a soft "tsk".

As for?

One test is enough for this kind of thing, if you do it a few more times, you may die...

Even though he thought so, the boy's thoughts flew back to the previous two nights involuntarily.The evening breeze in the gazebo was blowing, and the lights on the table were flickering. Every time he got tired of memorizing those boring words and raised his head, he would see the face of the young man sitting opposite him.

That cold white jade-like cheek was dyed warm by the orange-yellow candlelight, but her eyes were as quiet and gentle as water, reflecting the dancing candlelight, as if filled with a handful of tiny stars.

Beautiful...you can't take your eyes off it.

His heart rate sped up inexplicably, Xue Lang regained his composure, couldn't help but raise his head quietly, and met Meng Chen's gaze.The other party looked at him, his plain and cold expression changed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were bent downward, which seemed to be a silent encouragement.

Xue Lang immediately lowered his head abruptly, picked up the paper he had just handed out, and began to write wildly with a pen.

He wrote fast, but his handwriting was really unsatisfactory. It looked like a ghost drawing and crawling like a dog. It was crooked and horrible.Before Meng Chen checked his dictation, he had been silent for a cup of tea in front of his shocking handwriting, but the time was limited, and the calligraphy could not be practiced in just a few days, so that was the only way to go.

For a while, the examination room was extremely silent, only the rustling of pens falling on the test paper.Xue Lang was not good at memorizing boring theories, but those words fell into his eyes, and gradually transformed into an elegant and pleasant voice.He pursed his lips slightly, and answered clearly all the way.

Half an hour passed, and it was time to hand in the papers. All the disciples were speeding up to complete the unfinished questions. At this moment, a disciple's startled voice suddenly sounded in the field: "Song Luoming, what are you doing?"

All the disciples looked up, only to see a Wu Zhaofeng disciple suddenly stood up from his seat, turned around and snatched the paper from the back table, and tore it to pieces twice!

The disciple at the back table obviously knew each other, and was completely irritated by this unexpected move, and he stood up and said angrily: "I know you are always jealous that my grades are better than yours, but how can you use such a shameless method to win?" !? Just wait, Elder Bu will definitely punish you severely!"

When the disciple next to him saw this scene, he couldn't help showing contemptuous and angry expressions towards Song Luoming.Those who are familiar with him know that Song Luoming's cultivation talent is acceptable, but his character is really unflattering, narrow-minded and jealous, and usually likes to ridicule his disciples who are not as good as his disciples, and he is even worse for those who are stronger than himself. He doesn't have a good face, and often makes arrangements behind his back to hurt others, so most of the disciples hate him very much.

Song Luoming completely ignored all the eyes around him.His expression was distorted, his dark red eyes were fixed on the back table, and there were terrifying low growls from his throat, which resembled beasts, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled the back table disciple's neck!

The disciple at the back table didn't expect that the other party would tear up the paper for no reason, and even hit him. Shocked, his reaction was a bit slow, and it was too late when he wanted to evade.It was at this time that he realized that there was no human hand stretched out in front of his neck, but a claw with sharp nails and a monster-like aura!

He yelled in horror, and when he was in despair, he suddenly saw a bright sword light flashing past, brushing his neck and blocking the demon claw back in a thrilling manner!

"Meng...Brother Meng!"

Meng Chen repelled the disciple with a sword, but he saw that the disciple was already insane, his skin exposed outside his clothes gradually turned a terrifying red, even his eyes turned into two blood-red beads, coming from his throat. Let out a howl that does not belong to humans, and rush towards Meng Chen frantically!

The shocking change had already alarmed the entire examination room, and the other elders changed their expressions one after another, rushing towards this side - they are extremely sensitive to demonic aura, and they have already realized that this is a blood demon with powerful demon power!

The blood demon is good at parasitism, first occupying the body, and then controlling the mind, after absorbing all the flesh and intelligence as its own nourishment, it will abandon the abandoned parasite and continue to look for the next target.If the parasitized person cannot get rid of the blood demon in time, the only end result is death.

Meng Chen obviously understood this too, he didn't continue to draw the sword, and shot out three exorcism talismans from his fingertips like lightning, hitting Song Luoming's eyebrows.The powerful purification power of the Nascent Soul cultivator was infused into the exorcism talisman, and the blood demon couldn't bear it, screaming and pulling away from the parasite!

Its demon body is slender and soft, the whole body is dark red, without facial features and limbs, just like a flowing thick blood river.It twisted and twitched strangely in mid-air, and quickly selected the next body. The long body was like an arrow off the string, and shot at the other male disciple like lightning!

Meng Chen didn't give it another chance to be presumptuous.

Gorefiend is fast, and his sword is even faster.

All the disciples felt a strong and bitter chill pressing down on their heads, they couldn't help but retreated a few steps instinctively, staring at the field with their breath held.I saw the dense sword shadows in midair like an impenetrable light net, covering the whole Blood Demon.That sword force was not so turbulent, majestic, and could even be called silent, but it completely chopped the blood demon into pieces in just one breath.

It can only be said that the person who casts the sword has mastered the sword moves and spiritual power to the point of perfection.

The blood demon turned into scattered pieces of flesh and fell to the ground. Before the disciples had time to recover from the shock, they saw those dark red pieces suddenly wriggled again, as if they were struggling to reunite!

The few disciples who were close to him turned pale in shock, but Meng Chen was not surprised. He stepped forward with his long sword upside down, and the tip of the sword lightly crushed one of the fragments——

All the blood clots suddenly stopped wriggling, and gradually turned from red to black, and this time it was finally completely dead.

Only then did a disciple let out a sigh of relief, and asked in admiration, "Brother Meng, how did you find its death spot?"

"Although the blood demon does not seem to have a head with five sense organs, its brain is actually hidden in its torso." Meng Chen picked the blood clot with the tip of his sword to show him, "The body of the blood demon is dark red, and the part that is bright red, That's where its brain is."

All the disciples suddenly realized, and then completely let go of their hanging hearts.

Although the incident was unexpected and the blood demon was wiped out in an instant, all the disciples understood that it was not easy to do this - there were thousands of disciples on the scene, and each of them might become the parasitic target of the blood demon If it wasn't for Meng Chen's sword being fast enough and accurately understanding the Achilles heel of the Blood Demon, how many more disciples would suffer.

Because Song Luoming was parasitized for a short time and did not cause too much harm to his body, he was immediately sent to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment.After several elders confirmed the safety of the disciples present, their hearts were still hanging, and their anger rose again, especially Fu Yan, the elder of discipline, his old face turned blue with anger: "This blood demon Where did it come from? When did Taixuanzong get mixed up with demons and didn't realize it!?"

"I don't know about other places," Yunian suddenly remembered, "There is a blood demon sealed on the eighth floor of Zangshu Pavilion."

Although the blood demon is a monster, its blood can be used to refine a kind of elixir that fights poison with poison. Therefore, when Taixuanmen went down the mountain to eliminate demons a few years ago, a blood demon was captured alive, locked in a magic sealing bottle and Reinforce several layers of restrictions and store them on the eighth floor of Zangshu Pavilion for the needs of refining medicine.

All these years have been fine and nothing happened, how could that monster suddenly run out by itself?

There must be something strange after this!

This is a big matter, and the elders dare not be vague, and immediately started investigating the matter.There are only a handful of people above the elder level of Taixuanzong, and there are only about twenty people in total. After asking one by one, it is confirmed that no one has been to the eighth floor of Zangshu Pavilion recently.

If it is not an elder, then it can only be a disciple.

Trespassing into the forbidden area and releasing monsters almost caused a catastrophe. No matter whether this person is intentional or not, his behavior is extremely bad and must be severely punished!

"Who broke into the eighth floor of Zangshu Pavilion recently?" The elder commandment's face was livid, and he used his spiritual power to send out the sound waves far away. Quickly explain!!"

The disciples were as silent as cicadas, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.At this moment, a figure stepped forward.

Meng Chen's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes fell on the other party.

But Xue Lang didn't look at him, he just looked at Fu Yan, the precept elder, and said in a deep voice, "Return to the elder. The night before yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that senior brother Meng Chen entered the eighth floor of Zangshu Pavilion."