Rebirth master villain whitewashing strategy

"Brother, are you ready?"

In the Green Bamboo Courtyard, Zhong Li Wendao stepped into the house with a whisk in his hand.

Shen Jingliu, who was sitting on a wooden bench and being served with her hair tied up and wearing a crown, raised her head upon hearing the sound.

After seeing the person coming, he waved his hand and signaled the boy behind him to step back.

The little boy said hello in a low voice, and then left slowly.

"En." Shen Jingliu nodded and got up from the stool.

He looked at the man in a black Taoist robe, and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Zhong Li asked and nodded, "Don't worry, everything is ready, I have sent Fuxue and Fei Ling to meet him."

"The two of them?" Shen Jingliu glanced at her eyebrows, "The two of them have always been at odds, will you make this arrangement—"

"Don't worry about that." Before Shen Jingliu finished speaking, Zhongli interrupted him when he asked.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "That's why I arranged it like this.

The two of them have been fighting like children for so many years, and that child Shendu only concentrates on studying medicine and is a little timid.

Sending him would be better than sending Fuxue and Feiling, they are quick-witted and save others from digging holes for our Xuantianzong. "

Zhong Li asked that this made sense, Shen Jingliu listened and didn't refute anything.

Looking at the man in the moon white gown, Zhong Li asked, turned around and picked up the snow-white cross-collared gown that the boy had placed in advance from the screen beside him, gathered his black hair, and put it on.

Then, he put on the last coat again.

After finishing all this, Zhong Li asked to retreat to a normal distance, and looked at Shen Jingliu with satisfaction.

Although Shen Jingliu is wearing cumbersome clothes at this moment, it does not affect his handsomeness.

On the contrary, the cumbersome clothes added a bit of dignity to him.

Especially with the cinnabar red palm seal between the eyebrows and the silver crown on the head.

"Thank you, senior brother." Shen Jingliu cupped his hands in thanks.

Zhong Li asked with a smile and shook his head, "Why are you so polite between us, okay, the grand ceremony is about to start, let's go there quickly."

"Ah."

Shen Jingliu nodded, and then, the two went down Qingjing Peak one after the other.

Today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Crossing a horse through the window, six years are in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the sword-testing conference held every eight years in the comprehension world ushered in the opening, and each time they would look for the host in order.

It just so happened that this year fell on Xuantianzong's head.

As the number one sect in the cultivation world, Xuantianzong naturally would not let this sword test conference be held in a shabby manner, on the contrary, it would be as grand as possible within the budget.

Therefore, as early as a month ago, Shen Jingliu ordered his disciples to start preparing for this sword test meeting.

As for such an opportunity that could change their destiny, the disciples of Xuantianzong naturally did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The sword test meeting is held every eight years, and each time is about half a month.

Disciples from each faction will be sent out to fight in pairs, and then the best one will be selected for the duel. In the end, the remaining few will fight together in the training ground.

A total of one winner will be selected in the sword test meeting, and the other five outstanding ones will be selected.

And the selected leader will have the opportunity to get the right to choose a master.

That's right, the right to choose a master.

In the entire comprehension world, among the 130 sects, he can choose whoever he wants to be the master.

The rest of the outstanding ones can be selected by the outstanding cultivators of each sect to be their disciples.

However, generally speaking, these people are reluctant to part with their sect, and the elders in the sect are also reluctant to part with them.

Therefore, although it is the recruitment of the best among the sects, it is actually the recruitment of disciples within the sect.

But even though it was said like this, and everyone knew it well, the sword test meeting had to be changed.

After all, quite a few disciples really changed their destiny through this conference.

Just like Jiang Wuxie.

That's right, Jiang Wuxie.

Jiang Wuxie in his previous life was selected by Shen Jingliu through the sword test meeting, and became his closed disciple, as well as his first disciple.

Shen Jingliu has gone through countless sword trials since he became the head of the sect, but he has never accepted a single apprentice.

Even if that person is determined to want him, if he finds it unsuitable at first glance, he will not agree to anything.

However, this never happened.

Because of his cold face and his inexperienced qualifications, Shen Jingliu hadn't been the favorite of his master's choice in the past few years.

Only in recent years has it gotten a little better.

However, no one expected that in recent years, Shen Jingliu, who had become the most popular candidate for his master in recent years, actually accepted a disciple who didn't even make the top ten in the sword test meeting.

That's right, Jiang Wuxie in his previous life stopped at fifteenth place in the sword test due to restrictions and lack of professional instruction.

Fifteen are not qualified to choose a master, he can only wait to be selected.

But who would want a disciple from Qing Bitter Cliff?

At that time, Jiang Wuxie squeezed the corner of his clothes tightly, listening to the whispers around him, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

But unexpectedly, he was selected in the end. Not only was he selected, but he also became the head disciple of Xuantianzong, the largest sect of cultivating immortals.

From now on, anyone who sees him will call him senior brother. He is no longer the bullied Jiang Er under Qingkuya, but has transformed into the senior senior brother Jiang Wuxie that everyone fears.

Although some people are dissatisfied, although the rumors are still spreading, but he, Jiang Wuxie, has indeed got rid of the ending of being alone and doing nothing in Qingkuya.

However, these are all things that Jiang Wuxie experienced in his previous life, but in this life, the boy who is also under restraint is sharpening his wooden sword in the small broken courtyard of Qingkuya.

He made this wooden sword from the branches of the peach tree in Qianmian Mountain.

Although the age of the peach tree's growth is unknown, but because of the nourishment of Qianmian Mountain, the whole body is full of spiritual energy, so no matter what, it is more powerful than ordinary peach wood swords.

Although it is not as good as the spirit swords of the disciples of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect, it is more than enough to achieve good results in this small sword test competition.

Thinking of this, the corner of Jiang Wuxie's mouth unconsciously evoked a smile.

In six years, he has grown from the scrawny, malnourished yellow-haired kid back then to a handsome boy with an outstanding figure.

Of course, due to malnutrition when he was a teenager, he still doesn't have much flesh, looks thin, and is a section taller than people of the same age.

However, this did not affect his appearance in the slightest.

In the past six years, all the baby fat on the boy's face has faded away, his facial contours have become clearer and tougher, his nose is straight, his lips are shallow but slightly raised.

There is a tear mole under the tail of the right eye, which becomes more and more clear as time goes by.

Among them, the most beautiful one is the pair of Ruifeng eyes.

Six years had passed, the ends of those eyes became more and more pointed, the pupils were dark and deep, and the air of a king began to show.

The mahogany sword had been sharpened, Jiang Wuxie put the stone aside, stood up and raised the sword.

The sword was facing the light, and the sharp and shiny blade looked extremely cold under the light.

"Brother Jiang!"

A bright female voice sounded at the door.

Jiang Wuxie turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a woman in a light-colored coarse cloth skirt walking slowly towards the gate of the courtyard.

Although the woman looks plain, her almond eyes are clear and bright, not as clean as the person who came out of this clear and bitter cliff.

"Xi Le, are you back?" Jiang Wuxie greeted the woman with a smile.

The woman smiled when she heard the sound, "Yes, I went early today and came back after washing."

With that said, he put down the tub and began to pick up the clothes from it to dry.

Yes, it is joy to come.

In the gap between white horses, the girl with two croissant braids has now turned into a slim and tall girl.

Over the years, although Xi Le's cultivation has not been exhausted, she has become more and more proficient in housework.

What needlework, cooking, laundry, etc., proficient in everything.

Just like the skirt she is wearing now, she made it out of leftover fabric.

And every year's new clothes are also made by her.

"By the way, where's your brother?"

Jiang Wuxie looked at the joy of drying the clothes and asked.

"Brother—" Xi Le flicked the water off his clothes, hey, he jumped onto the string, "Isn't today a sword test meeting, brother and Wei Beijun went to see it together, and it happened that there was no mountain ban, he said I haven't been to Thousand Faces Mountain yet.

Then he said, that he would reserve a seat for us in advance, I would have died laughing, since he is so short, luckily Wei Beijun was following him, otherwise, no one would have noticed him if he was drowned in the crowd. "

Xi Le remembered that Ping An stood in front of her in the morning, patted her chest and proudly said affirmative words, she couldn't stop laughing.

Jiang Wuxie looked helplessly at the cheerful smile, and put away his sword.

Soon, Xi Le finished drying her clothes, then hurriedly went back to the room and changed into her disciple clothes, tied a high ponytail, and neatly pulled Jiang Wuxie away from Qingkuya.

Qianmian Mountain Martial Arts Field

At the moment of time, Shen Jingliu and Zhongli asked one after the other and landed on the seats in mid-air.

Fuxue and Fei Ling had been sitting in their seats and waiting, Luo Shendu was also sitting on the side.

Three people, rare without fighting or reading.

The leaders of each faction have also been led to their own seats.

Shen Jingliu stood above, his eyes swept across the audience.

Immediately, the voice of "Referring to the Headmaster" resounded throughout Qianmian Mountain.

All the heads also got up and saluted.

Shen Jingliu nodded lightly, motioning for everyone to get up.

"It's really hard for all the headmasters to come all the way here, so I won't say much about detours.

The Sword Trial Conference is held every eight years. Today is my Xuantian Sect's turn. Naturally, I will not disappoint you all.

This opportunity is once in a thousand years. I hope that no matter which sect you belong to, you will go all out, but you must remember not to accidentally injure your fellow disciples or have bad intentions. Once you find out, you will serve them according to the sect's rules. "

After saying that, Shen Jingliu waved his sleeves and turned around, and sat down slowly.

"The 367 Sword Trials in the Cultivation World begins now!"

The disciple in charge of broadcasting shouted to the sky.

Then, bells and drums sounded, and dozens of Qianmianshan disciples holding spiritual swords stepped onto the competition stage one after another.

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