I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

From then on, Hu Yibai went to look for the Mo brothers when he passed by the Xuanming Palace, but it was not known whether it was a coincidence or Yun Kuo avoided them on purpose, but there was always no one in the four wide-open palace doors.

It was no different from when Yun Kuo hadn't left the customs before.

After discussing with Si Wuya, Hu Yibai worked out a series of learning strategies, but Master Si is a man of action, so he found a bunch of sword manuals for him later.

Because he had to deal with Feng Ling asking him about swordsmanship before, Hu Yibai temporarily read a few books on his feet, and he was a little dabbled in some sword moves. The ones that Si Wuya found for him were not high-grade swordsmanship at first glance. .

Seeing that he was still slightly disgusted, Si Wuya said "Yo Yo" twice: "It's good that you can understand these things thoroughly. Now I'm bringing you the sword manual on the fifth floor of Zangshu Pavilion, and you may not be able to understand it."

Hu Yibai frowned and turned over: "I have learned all these, can I win the first place in the sword test?"

Si Wuya: "Of course not."

Hu Yibai: "..."

Si Wuya: "These I gave you were all practiced by Feng Ling last year. You have to be the first in the sword test competition. Not to mention the disciples outside the sect, you must first be the first in our sect. When will you be able to win?" If you catch up to the gap with Feng Ling, then there is hope."

Hearing what he said, Hu Yibai stopped flipping the book for an instant.

In the original book, on the day of the sword test meeting, people from Molinjiao would come to disrupt the situation, and many disciples who participated in the meeting were seriously injured. In the end, Qiu Yeyang deliberately sent Feng Ling to play.

Unexpectedly, the demon disciples who had acted recklessly would tie their hands and feet when they fought with Feng Ling, as if they were afraid of hurting him, and they were all cut off by Feng Ling in the end.

Originally, it was a good thing for Feng Ling to win the first place in the sword test meeting to win glory for the sect, but Qiu Yeyang charged him with 'colluding with the demons', saying that it was obvious that the other party intended to release water during the sparring, so he must have colluded with the demons Clan, using disgraceful means to get the leader.

In one sentence, Feng Ling's efforts over the past few years were completely negated, and a flyer was sent to inform all the sects, canceling Feng Ling's name as the leader, and prohibiting him from participating in any joint competitions held by the major sects in the future.

The only variable this time is that the suzerain will leave the customs early, and it will not be Qiu Yeyang's turn to sit in the sword test meeting this time, but it is unknown who Yun Kuo will send to the field.

After Si Wuya's coaching for a period of time, Hu Yibai's swordsmanship can be regarded as a little success. Although he has not yet fought a real battle with others, compared with his past self, he has already improved by leaps and bounds.

However, Si Wuya often had to teach, and he didn't want to bother him all the time. In order to find out the deficiencies in swordsmanship, he had to compete with others frequently. Among the people around him, it seemed that Feng Ling was the only one who was suitable.

However, as Hu Yibai went to compete with Feng Ling, it is estimated that the possibility of being directly hacked to death is relatively high.

After thinking about it, he put on his brother's hat again, and had a 'chance encounter' on Feng Ling's way out of class.

"Junior brother!" Fortunately, they were divided into two groups in the gymnastics class, so he had time to change clothes and meet by chance.

Unexpectedly, when Feng Ling saw him, it was like seeing a ghost. Instead of stopping, her footsteps accelerated.

"..." Hu Yibai checked his clothes again, and shouted again in disbelief: "Feng Ling!"

This time the little guy finally stopped, just turned his head to look at him, he was dazed for a while before returning to normal, he said in a bit of astonishment: "Brother?"

"Otherwise?" Hu Yibai tapped his forehead with his fingers, "I haven't seen you for a few days and you don't know me."

Feng Ling shook her head lazily, although her body was still straight, her spirit was not as good as usual, and she felt listless and lacking in vitality.

Hu Yibai touched his forehead worriedly: "Fever?"

As soon as the fingertips were about to touch, Feng Ling dodged it, because this dodging movement was too obvious, and Hu Yibai's hand hanging in mid-air had no place to rest for a while.

He froze for a moment, then slowly put his hand down.

Feng Ling was even more at a loss, the tips of her ears were covered with a thin layer of red.

Hu Yibai was even more puzzled, what happened? Could it be that the sword test meeting is coming, and the nerves of cultivation are anxious?

Well, just because he doesn't care doesn't mean everyone doesn't care.

Hu Yibai didn't mention the matter of swordsmanship any more, and changed his subject: "I heard that there was a temple fair at the foot of the mountain recently. I know the way over there. Do you want to go and see it tomorrow?"

The last time I asked Hu Jun to lead the way there, he ran all those long streets. Although the things sold were all mortal gadgets, people tend to relax in a bustling environment.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling, who had never rejected senior brother's proposals in the past, would turn it down flatly: "...Sorry senior brother, I happen to have a swordsmanship class tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go with you."

"..." Hu Yibai looked at the apologetic child in front of him, and subconsciously clenched his hands in his sleeves.

If he hadn't been in class with Feng Ling, he probably would have believed this statement.

It can be seen that Feng Ling obviously has no experience in lying. After saying this, she kept lowering her eyes and dodged left and right, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

In the original book, the male lead never lied. What happened to force Feng Ling to lie to him.

Hu Yibai didn't expose him, and nodded understandingly: "Of course, cultivation is the main thing. The temple fair is once every half a month. We will make an appointment next time when we have time."

Then he touched Feng Ling's head: "Don't be too nervous."

Seeing the senior brother turning and leaving, Feng Ling's always indifferent eyes showed a sense of loneliness that he hadn't even noticed.

The first time he lied was to his brother, a person who always helped him and encouraged him.

A strong sense of guilt and pain went hand in hand, almost tearing his heart and lungs apart.

After the death of his parents, he no longer has any protection, and he has to resist all swords, swords, shadows, and dark sticks by himself.

Broken bones, broken tendons, plucked feathers, burned body with the true fire of samadhi... He has suffered all of them, but the sum of them is not as painful as the uncontrollable emotions at this moment.

Master Si said that as long as he imagined that his brother was sad when he became a Taoist partner with others, he could tell. In his sea of ​​consciousness, he fabricated a scene of seeing his brother and others hand in hand. A big dream, but it made him lose his mind.

He doesn't even understand what the so-called "love" is, but unknowingly, it has already been deeply rooted and difficult to pull out.

He was terrified, guilty, and even felt that he had tarnished the friendship with his senior brother.

But when he came back to his senses, he still couldn't restrain his desire to sweep like weeds.

It's like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, the more you struggle, the deeper you get trapped.

The only thing he can do now is try not to get close to his senior brother, and don't let this evil thought start a wildfire.

But when he really rejected his brother, he was still hard to bear, as if standing on a single-plank bridge, walking forward was burning, walking backward was frying.

What should he do?

At this time, Si Wuya just came up from the bottom of the mountain with two jugs of wine in his hands. He seemed to have just returned from visiting the temple fair at the bottom of the mountain. He was stunned when he saw Feng Ling's expression: "Oh, why are you crying? Xiaofeng Ling?"

Because he didn't have an appointment with Feng Ling, Hu Yibai went to Mo Zhenxuan and fought him for a day, because he was not a sword repairman, so he could only fight him with a ghost sword.

Often every time the sword didn't touch Hu Yibai, he would be swept away by Mo Zhenxuan's ghostly aura. After falling a few times, Hu Yibai almost poked holes in him with a sparrow: Don't play, who made you use ghost energy in the sword competition!"

Mo Bubai, who has been sitting on the sidelines watching the battle while nibbling on apples, will defend his shortcomings: "Soldiers never tire of deceit, and there are no rules in a real competition. If one day you meet an enemy, do you want them to behave like you and only use swords? You Those tricks are useless when it comes time to see the truth, they are not as effective as Xiaoxuan's ghostly spirit."

After finishing speaking, he spit out the core of the fruit in his mouth and went to get another apple from the basket.

Hu Yibai laughed lightly, and with a twist of his wrist, the sparrow came out, shot a beam of light in the air, pierced the apple in Mo Bubai's hand in the blink of an eye, raised his hand again, and took the apple to Hu Yibai. With white hands.

Mo Bubai was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Hu Yibai shaking his apple: "Brother Bubai, don't stand up and talk without pain in your back, or come and compete with me."

Then he threw the apple up and caught it again: "I'll pay you back if I win."

Generally, boys of this age are competitive, and they are basically unsatisfied with this kind of aggressive.But Mo Bubai looked at him and just laughed it off: "Anyway, I've had enough, I'll give you that one. An apple is still comparable, just like a child."

Hu Yibai: "..."

Comparing our real ages, we don't necessarily know who is a child.

He put the apple aside, picked up the sparrow and said to Mo Zhenxuan who was squatting on the ground watching the ants: "Senior Brother Zhenxuan, let's continue."

Mo Zhenxuan stood up bitterly with an expression of "I still want to fight".

When he returned to the inner courtyard at night, he obviously had vented his energy all day, so he should be so exhausted that he should just sleep on the pillow, but Hu Yibai was lying on the bed, every pore in his body was screaming tired, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered that Feng Ling had lied to him, and when he went back to the inner courtyard tonight, the child did not know what to do, and he did not return at night.

Even more upsetting.

But Feng Ling didn't want to say, he couldn't force him to open his heart, could he?

Thinking about it, Hu Yibai became even more sleepy.

Tao Xinyuan next to him hummed uncomfortably: [Why are you still awake!It's so annoying to toss and turn! 】

Hu Yibai ignored him and turned over even faster.

Tao Xin plugged her ears vigorously, and suddenly thought of something and said to herself: [Feng Ling tossed and stayed awake a while ago, but today he is not here, and you tossed and stayed awake again, what's wrong with that? 】

Hu Yibai sat up at once: 【When do you think Fengling can't sleep? ! 】

Realizing that he had slipped his tongue, Tao Xinyuan covered his mouth and stopped speaking.

But Hu Yibai stared at him closely, threatening: [Say it or not, you won’t want to sleep tonight, I still sing with my heart tone, I sang all the heart sutras I learned in today’s retreat class to you. 】

After all, I really sang.

Tao Xinyuan interrupted him unbearably: [Okay, anyway, I don't know how much, but Feng Ling's mood has been unstable recently, and he always thinks about being alone so much that he can't sleep! 】

After finishing speaking, he hugged the quilt and shook his head, 【Tsk, I don't know which female cultivator made him so obsessed, and he didn't tell me after asking for a long time. 】

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