The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

The sun was setting and it was almost dusk.

This year's Zongmen Grand Competition is about to come to an end.

The final winner will be between Lu Xiu and Situ Li who defeated Xue Yuanqing.

Without any suspense, Lu Xiu won the leader, and Situ Li was no match for him at all.

The Wang Chuan sect missed the leader, but the results are not bad, two of the top five belong to their sect.

It's just that the stubborn Situ Li seemed to be still immersed in self-blame, and his expression was very gloomy.

Having been here for so many days, Mu Lian understood the temperament of his big disciple very well, fearing that he would not be able to turn around, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"You won No.2, you have already won glory for the Wangchuan Sect and Wulian Peak, so don't worry about the result anymore."

Situ Li had always listened to him very much, and upon hearing this, the gloom between his brows eased a little.

"Thank you, Master, for your concern."

As soon as he finished speaking, he listened and added a sentence.

"You don't have to worry about it, next time I will win the leader for Master." Ye Hanzhou squinted and said casually.

Situ Li felt a wave of hostility, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at this junior who stole the limelight.

Seeing that the two seemed to be jealous and confronting each other, Mu Lian hurried out to smooth things over.

"This time you have all contributed to the Wangchuan Sect, and you can ask me for any resources you want in the future."

Situ Li withdrew his gaze and said respectfully, "Yes, thank you, Master."

Ye Hanzhou leaned closer to Mu Lian, and said in a low voice, "What I want, I have to talk to Master in private."

The ambiguous words were not too loud, just enough for Situ Li to hear.

Seeing Situ Li's strange expression, the young man pursed his lips in satisfaction.

How could Mu Lian not understand that Ye Hanzhou did it on purpose.

It's just that the little thoughts of a teenager are like harmless pranks, not annoying, but rather interesting.

Mu Lian didn't expose him, but cooperated with him: "Well, good."

Situ Li: "..."

When did the master and the new junior brother get so close?

The Zongmen Grand Tournament officially ended, Elder Feng Qi stepped onto the martial arts stage and began to announce the results of this Grand Tournament.

After reading the list, he stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"This Zongmen Grand Competition has come to a successful conclusion! I just invite everyone to stay and rest for a night in Good Fortune Sect."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was puzzled.

Elder Feng Qi explained: "The top five in this competition will receive the final reward - the opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb! Tomorrow morning, we will go to the Sword Tomb to witness this moment!"

Jianzhong, that is the place where you can get the natal sword!

How many monks yearn for talents!

With the natal sword, not only can the combat power be greatly improved, but it can also be much more convenient in terms of walking with the sword.

The audience was in an uproar. Before they came, they didn't know that there was such a reward, and they couldn't help feeling regretful.

But even if I knew it, I would do it again and try my best, but I still couldn't get such an opportunity, so I had to let it go.

Mu Lian almost forgot about this episode at first, but only remembered after this reminder.

The Sword Tomb is actually an ancient battlefield.

1 years ago, in the war between humans and ghosts, too many seniors died, and their natal swords were buried here, forming the Sword Tomb.

It is said that the natal sword of Qitian Shenzun, the god of war in the comprehension world, also slept here.

That sword is called Miehun, which kills all ghosts and suppresses all evil things. In the end, it is in the hands of Qitian Shenzun, ending the life of the ghost king, and in exchange for the peace of the human world for thousands of years.

One can imagine the rarity of the divine sword that killed the ghost king.

It is sought after by thousands of people in the cultivation world, but for thousands of years, no one has seen it, let alone signed a contract with it.

Everyone is even doubting whether the legend is really just a legend, not true.

But Mu Lian knew that it was not a legend.

Because Ye Hanzhou, as the son of destiny, will get that ordinary-looking divine sword.

Thinking of the subsequent plot, Mu Lian couldn't help feeling rejoicing.

Fortunately, Ye Hanzhou broke into the top five today, otherwise, wouldn't he have missed a big opportunity that belonged to him?

At this time, the victory has been decided, and the peak owners of other peaks came to congratulate.

Mainstream Ying of Rejoice Peak: "Congratulations Qingfeng, this time both apprentices got the chance to enter the Sword Tomb, I am so envious."

Ling Ran, the master of Lintian Peak, said, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, it's a disciple of my peak who doesn't live up to it."

Even Xue Ren, the master of the Immortal Peak, who was not very good with Ye Hanzhou, also came over.

"This kid is not bad. He deserves to be the one who defeated Li Kui. Li Kui deserved to lose!"

Unexpectedly, it was to praise people.

After receiving a round of compliments, Mu Lian, the social terror, finally led his disciples out of the encirclement, and followed the disciples of the Creation Sect to the courtyard planned for them tonight.

The courtyard is facing Lingxi, and there is a peach blossom forest beside the stream, which is very dreamy and blurred under the shroud of fog at night.

As an elder, Mu Lian naturally lived in the main house.

When the big brother Situli was supposed to choose the room, Ye Hanzhou chose the room next to Mu Lian on his own initiative.

Situ Li didn't care about these at first, so he let him go.

It was just that he suddenly remembered the somewhat subtle conversation between the two of them before, and couldn't help but turn his eyes around the doors of the two adjacent rooms.

After a while, he frowned and entered an empty room.

night, dark.

There was silence all around.

The door opened suddenly with a "squeak", which was particularly obvious in the silence where the needles could be heard.

Mu Lian, who was in a light sleep, opened her eyes with a little puzzled look on her face.

The sound came from the next door, who doesn't sleep at night?

Mu Lian didn't use Yuanshen to check, but got up and put on his clothes lightly, and walked outside the house.

By the Peach Blossom River, a few crimson or tender white petals fell.

It fell on the black robe, and fell on the man's hair.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Mu Lian approached and sat down next to the boy, her bare feet sank into the clear Lingxi.

"Well, remember to blow some air."

Ye Hanzhou knew that Mu Lian was coming, so he wasn't surprised at all.

She was just startled when she saw his slender and delicate ankles, and was dazzled by the bright whiteness in the night.

"Is there something on your mind?"

For no reason, people who practice the ice attribute will not be able to blow the wind to relieve dryness and heat.

In short, Mu Lian doesn't believe in this.

What's more, Ye Hanzhou is still a person who is used to hiding everything in his heart.

Sure enough, Ye Hanzhou smiled and shook his head, "It's fine."

Mu Lian naturally still didn't believe it, but she didn't ask anymore.

He understands that when a person doesn't want to talk, then give him enough space, all he needs is to accompany him quietly.

He is like this, and so is Ye Hanzhou.

The breeze is blowing, blowing down a few peach petals, bringing a little pleasant fragrance.

The petals fell on the hair tops and shoulders of the two, and they looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

Ye Hanzhou felt rare peace and stability in his heart, and the vacant heart was filled little by little.

Actually, what was on his mind?

He was just sure that he would follow.