Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

Four years later.

In front of the task hall, Pangdun and Qiu Shiyuan stood in front of the huge yin-yang fish stone plate and handed over the task.

A few years have passed, not only did Fat Dun not lose weight and become a fairy-like cultivator, but he grew from a small fat man to a big fat man, and his appetite increased more and more.

Qiu Shi is so far away that he is not as thin as he was back then. After a few years of eating and drinking with Pang Dun, he has changed from a bamboo pole that can be blown away by a gust of wind to a normal person's body shape.

It is taller and stronger than before.His temperament is not as timid and shy as he was back then, but his brows and eyes are a little more gloomy.

The cultivation bases of the students around him are "slowly" rising, especially the two Tianjiao who are tied for the first place on the yellow tablet, they are more and more outstanding, and they have reached the point where everyone looks up to them.

Even Fatty's cultivation speed is also at the upper level. He is the only one who has spent several years breaking through Qi transformation under the strange eyes of everyone.

Qiu Shiyuan was very afraid that Pang Dun and the others would throw him off, so he practiced desperately in secret, but the results were minimal.

The only thing he is fortunate for is that for the past four years, Fat Dun doesn't seem to care about this matter at all, and still treats him as a good friend, and confuses him every day with this disgrace of the Yaoguang Academy.

As for the two in No. [-] Courtyard C, Zhong Ying, as the son of the sword master, is extremely arrogant and domineering, and looks like a "trash" to everyone, but he himself is too domineering and dazzling, making it hard to be hated .

Qiu Shiyuan is a "trash", and everyone else is also a "trash", everyone looks the same.

Prince Chidan of the Chongming Kingdom is cold and distant, like ice and snow, getting along with him is always like looking at a fairy in a painting, although it is easy to get along with, but it is not easy to get along with him.Only in front of Zhong Ying, did Jun Buyi appear a little more youthful and frivolous.

Such a person will not look sideways because of the skyrocketing cultivation of the person beside him, and naturally he will not be contemptuous because Qiu Shiyuan's cultivation is difficult to move an inch.

Those two people looked at him just like they did back then, making Qiu Shiyuan much more at ease.

While Qiu Shiyuan was grateful, he secretly worked harder.

Not for anything else, just to not embarrass these acquaintances.

"One catty of wishful melons has fifty merit points, one hundred catties of wishful melons has five thousand merit points, and ten wind bird eggs have one thousand merit points, a total of six thousand merit points." After the egg was handed in, he wrung his fingers and muttered, "Xiaoshizi, the two of us have [-] merit points each, and I'll pass it on to you."

"Okay." Qiu Shiyuan handed over the identity token.

After the merit points were divided equally between the two, Pang Dun excitedly calculated how many meals these merit points would allow him to eat, and then calculated how many pills and what a good spiritual weapon he could buy... After calculating the result, Pang Dun's expression instantly changed collapsed.

He can't afford anything!

"No! I want to take a few more tasks and earn merit points!" Fat Dun said to Qiu Shiyuan sadly, "We are not friends of the monarch with a family who wants to inherit the throne, nor are we the boss with the backing of the sword master. I can rely on myself!"

Fat Dun did what he said, immediately rolled up his sleeves, and began to pick out the jade slips on the yin-yang fish stone plate.

There are eighth-class missions in the mission hall, the upper fourth class is Tiandi Xuanhuang, and the lower fourth class is A, B, C, Ding.Pang Dun could only take on the fourth-class tasks, so he started to read from Ding and other jade slips.

"Planting wishful melons? This is too slow."

"Taming the squid? I'm afraid I won't be able to resist cooking the fish..."

"Wood wolf egg? No way! Thousand-gold vine? No way!"

"This merit point is too little, it's not good. Kill the devil? No, no, it's too dangerous!"

"..."

Qiu Shiyuan pulled the fat man's sleeve, and tried to persuade him helplessly: "The written test will be in two days, and we don't have time to do the assignments. If the test is too bad, not only will the masters punish us, but we will have to go to school again." The tortoise king is on the eighth list."

"What are you afraid of?" Fat Dun said triumphantly, "Isn't there a boss who is at the bottom of the eighth list? Who dares to really look down on our "Heaven's Proud Son" on the eighth list? Be careful that the boss beats him!"

In the past few years, Zhong Ying can be described as walking sideways in Yaoguang Academy.Although no one called him the "Great Demon King" in front of his face, it was already a fact recognized by everyone.

And this great demon king of the world was always at the bottom of the written test, and his name was deeply engraved on the king's eight list.

Prince Chidan, the old friend of the Great Demon King, is firmly seated at the top of the dragon and phoenix list. There are almost no wives who do not praise this little prince.

"If Senior Brother Zhong hears your words, you will be the first one to get beaten up." Qiu Shiyuan reminded.

"Don't worry, Boss is going to Sword Island today. I heard that he needs to pick a handy spiritual weapon. How can he come back so soon?" Having said that, Fat Dun felt a dull pain in his buttocks. Fearing that the little stone would suddenly turn into a crow's mouth, Zhong Ying was recruited.

After discovering that Zhong Ying was indeed not in the task hall, Fat Dun breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qiu Shiyuan complainingly, and explained: "Even if you get the task now, it doesn't matter, and there is no requirement that we complete it immediately, we can definitely do it after the written test." , go to the task again."

Qiu Shiyuan reluctantly nodded.

Pang Dun turned his head and planned to continue picking tasks, when he suddenly let out a light snort.

Above the yin-yang fish stone plate, there are jade slips of the fourth-class task.Just now, there was an extra piece of jade slip.

Fat Dun was curious, and raised his hand to take down the jade slip: "Waiting for Huang's mission?"

"...The two of us can't complete Huang's mission, so let it go."

"Don't let go, I've accepted this task!" Pang Dun immediately injected spiritual power into the jade slip, and took over the task.

Qiu Shiyuan: "..."

He was intimidated by the fat man's courage, so he quickly took the jade slip and explored the tasks in it.

[Huang and other tasks: go to the sunken place of Bliss City, and get the Immortal Immortality Pill, which is called the elixir for short, which is treasured by the owner of Bliss City.

After completing the task, reward [-] merit points and a spirit weapon (the spirit weapon is optional).

Note: Those who accept this task must not leak it to the public. If there is any leak, the reward will be void. ]

Qiu Shiyuan: "..."

He finally understood the reason why Fatty was so impatient to take over the task, he was completely dazzled by the reward.

Sword Island, Hidden Sword Pool.

The baby-faced Taoist sat on a three-foot-high pebble with his knees bent, and glanced at the entrance of the passage from time to time.

Beside him is a large pond shrouded in clouds and mist. The spiritual power in the pond is extremely dense. Instead of planting water lotuses, there are handfuls of spiritual weapons.

Among the spiritual weapons, most of them are spiritual swords, the blades of which are inserted into the clouds, and only the exquisite, simple, ornate, or peculiar hilts are exposed to the clouds.In addition, there are a small number of spears, halberds, axes, forks, whips...

Zhong Yue felt that with so many spiritual artifacts, his beloved son would always be able to fancy one.

With the sound of footsteps "da da da", Zhong Yue stared at the entrance of the passage with a pair of star eyes, and the first thing he saw was a stern young man.

That young man was carrying a sword box and wearing black clothes. It was his young disciple Qin Huan.

The anticipation in Zhong Yue's eyes instantly turned into disgust.

After seeing Tuer's paralyzed face for a hundred years, Zhong Yue said that he didn't want to continue looking at it.

"Master, I brought my junior brother here." Qin Huan turned slightly sideways, revealing a corner of his white clothes behind him.

"Dear son, come quickly." Zhong Yue behaved completely differently to his apprentice and to his son, "Qin Huan, go back to Tianquan Island."

Qin Huan nodded, and when he turned to leave, he said as usual: "Little brother, if you don't want to stay in Yaoguang Academy, come to my Tianquan Academy, and I will protect you, brother."

After all, he left without hesitation.

The person standing behind Qin Huan stepped into the house.

The light reflected off his robe as clean as snow, and finally enveloped his whole body in it.

It was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a natural charm and a very good-looking face.

In the past four years, the baby fat on Zhong Ying's face has completely disappeared, and his face has grown a lot. Under the green ink sculpted eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes are brighter than before, and there is always a faint smile on his smiling lips.

At first glance, it is even more fascinating than ten miles of flowers.

However, when he raised his eyes to look at a person, his eyes were as cold as cold rivers.

Zhong Ying glanced at Jianchi and spread his hands: "I'm really not good at using swords."

After four years of learning the art of fairy sword with the sword master, and often being pulled by the sword master to make small troubles, Zhong Ying's swordsmanship is naturally considered top-notch compared to the students of Yaoguang Academy.

But compared to the talented and intelligent swordsmanship students of Tianquan Academy, Zhong Ying was always a little bit less aura.

"I know daddy, you don't want to admit it." Zhong Ying said the truth, "but my talent is inherited from my own daddy. I'm good at using spears."

In the previous life, Zhong Ying used a Lu Li gun to kill the Demon Realm with blood flowing into rivers, and fought with Lian Zhongjun evenly.

The Lu Li Spear hadn't been born yet, but when Zhong Ying was looking for a weapon, he was also looking for a Spirit Spear, not a Spirit Sword to show off.

Zhong Yue jumped off the cobblestone.After teaching Zhong Ying hand in hand for four years, no one knows Zhong Ying's talent better than him.But when he thinks about the son he worked so hard to raise is not like himself, Zhong Yue feels like raising for nothing.

Zhong Yue felt that he could still save him, so he looked at his son pitifully: "You try it first, there are so many spiritual swords here, maybe you just take a fancy to one."

"If I didn't choose the spirit sword, don't blame me."

Zhong Ying waved his hand towards Daddy Cheap, and like a vigorous dragon, he jumped lightly into the pool of swords.

The whole body was misty, and the soles of his boots stepped on the water, with him as the center, the ripples spread in all directions.

Zhong Ying closed his eyes, and his consciousness followed the ripples, sweeping the spirit swords one by one.

The spirit weapon in the pool is like a star in the night, whether it is bright or dark, what Zhong Ying is looking for is the star that suits him best.

In a small dim star field, Zhong Ying felt the first star that was close to him.Even though that star was only slightly brighter than the others, Zhong Ying decided to try.

Stepping forward, Zhong Ying's fingertips touched a cold and hard object, and he clenched his five fingers violently. With the sound of a golden sword, Zhong Ying pulled out a rapier.

Tao Huayan opened, and Zhong Ying saw the rapier.

The blade of the sword is light and thin, like a stream of autumn water, gentle and full of killing intent.

This is a spirit sword that kills without blood.

"Unfortunately, it's not suitable for me." Zhong Ying reinserted the spirit sword into the pool.

Zhong Yue, who was expecting a little when he saw Zhong Ying choose a sword, sighed in disappointment.

The second choice Zhong Ying chose was still a sword, an epee, majestic and as thick as a mountain.

Zhong Yingba didn't even pull it out, and gave up after taking a look.

The third time is double swords, two identical swords stand together, the sword energy complements each other, as if there is no distinction between you and me.

Zhong Ying refused.

Most of the sword pools are swords, and Zhong Ying picked a few in a row, all of which are spirit swords, which is not surprising.It's just that Zhong Ying didn't take a fancy to it.

Closing his eyes, Zhong Ying saw a blood-red star among countless stars. It was not bright, but its murderous aura was stronger than all the spiritual weapons Zhong Ying had felt before.

That's it!Zhong Ying thought.

Such a heavy killing, ordinary Taoist cultivators would not choose it, because killing can affect the mind, and if it is serious, it may lure the master into a demon.

However, Zhong Yingben is the emperor of the devil!

Compared with Zhong Ying in his previous life, the killing aura of this spiritual weapon is simply the difference between a firefly and a bright moon.

Zhong Ying raised his hand, grabbed the "bloody star", and pulled it out with a bang.

It was a black spear, the body of the gun was as quiet as an abyss, and the red tassels were like fire.

Zhong Ying read out a name: "Mie Que? It's you!"