Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

It was still the same time as yesterday, but most of the people were gone. Wen Chuyi roughly counted, and there were probably 70 to [-] people left.

"Puff!" At this moment, the blue-clothed boy standing next to Wen Chuyi suddenly chuckled. Although his voice was not loud, Wen Chuyi still heard it very clearly.

here we go again……

This is not the first time he has heard such laughter. Boss Qian laughed like this before going out, and the lady proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop also laughed like this. Over the face ah?

The blue-clothed boy seemed to see his confusion, took out a small delicate mirror from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Chuyi with crooked eyebrows, "Look at it."

"...Thank you." Wen Chuyi took the small mirror with lingering warmth from the young man's hand, and held it in front of him.

The young man in the mirror looked dazed, and there were four small plum blossom marks printed on his handsome face. The plum blossom marks were evenly distributed, two on the left and right faces, and each one was pink.

Wen Chuyi: ...

The hand holding the mirror trembled slightly.

"It seems that your cat likes you very much," the blue-clothed boy approached his face very familiarly, and suddenly a fair and delicate baby face appeared in the mirror, "My name is Fu Jiuli, what about you?"

Returning the mirror to Fu Jiuli, Wen Chuyi reached out and rubbed his face, hoping to make these small footprints disappear earlier, "My name is Wen Chuyi."

Before the two of them could say anything more, several sword lights suddenly appeared in front of Xuanjianzong's gate, and the leader was Ye Cheng.

"Everyone, please get on the flying boat." Ye Chengguang waved his sleeves lightly, and a stream of light turned into a huge wooden boat in the air. The flying boat landed slowly under Ye Cheng's control. After everyone got on the boat, he said in a deep voice, "No. Erchong, step on the crane bridge, and those who fail to pass a stick of incense, retreat."

The flying boat shuttled nimbly through the clouds, and finally stopped at the top of a mountain in Xuanjianzong. The peak was very flat, as if it had been neatly cut by a huge sharp blade, and a strange bridge extended from the mountain peak. Go out, and finally disappear in a cloud.

Wen has never seen the world. On the first day of junior high school, he exclaimed, "Stepping on the Crane Bridge, stepping on the Crane Bridge, it was actually built by cranes."

The flying cranes with outstretched wings are about a foot wide, their feathers are blue and white, and their necks are long and slender.

Although, Wen Chuyi's feet seemed to be nailed in place. He stared at Heqiao, his Adam's apple rolled, and his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

up!You are the man who wants to change your destiny!

He stretched out one foot tentatively, and the foot was unexpectedly smooth and soft. Looking at Feihe's white and beautiful feathers, Wen Chuyi felt that he couldn't step on his foot, but at this time, many people had already walked in front of him.

Another flying crane was crossed. Wen Chu raised his heart and focused on his feet. When he raised his head again, he found that he was the only one left around. He was surrounded by thick fog from nowhere. The next moment, he seemed to be surrounded Frozen in place.

"First day of junior high school, get up quickly, you will be late for school soon!" A gentle but old female voice came through the door, and then the doorknob was turned, and an old woman in a brown sweater came in and pulled the bed next to the curtains, "Last night, you stayed up reading again."

The boy on the bed was wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, his face was buried in the fluffy pillow, and he opened his sleepy eyes when he heard this, and said in a deep sleepy voice, "It's okay, grandma, isn't the exam coming soon, review more Review, and strive to give you a good grade in the exam."

Wen Chuyi didn't need to write a draft when he said nonsense, he just opened his mouth.

"Okay, I need you to give me some test scores," Grandma Wen scolded with a smile, "Hurry up, you're too old to stay in bed, don't you feel ashamed."

The bright sunlight cast a layer of golden warm light on the old man through the clear glass windows. As Wen Chuyi watched, tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

nice weather today.

"I'm cooking today and I made you steamed buns stuffed with cabbage. You're lucky." Grandpa Wen was wearing an apron. He didn't know when he stood at the door and looked at Wen Chuyi with a smile. Still hale and hearty.

Familiar faces, familiar dialogues, everything is really outrageous, as if he really returned to the past.

"I'll get up right away!"

Wen Chuyi pushed open the door that had been with him for more than ten years. The decoration outside the door remained unchanged. Steamed buns were steaming from the steamer on the dining table. Grandpa Wen was busy in the kitchen. , "The white sugar is on the table, add it yourself."

"it is good."

"Eat it while it's hot, eat a few more, we are still growing in the first day of junior high school."

"Ok!"

"Did we grow up well in the first grade of junior high school?"

"Yes, grandma."

"That's good," Grandma Wen patted Wen Chuyi's head lightly with her warm and dry palm, smiling lovingly, "Don't be afraid, go forward bravely, we will always be proud of you."

"Okay..." The temperature on the head was hot to the heart, and the eyes were also red. Wen Chuyi choked up and wanted to tell her that he had a lot of things to tell her, and wanted to tell her how much he missed them, but his throat felt as if Stuffed with a ball of cotton.

Grandpa Wen took off his apron, stood beside Grandma Wen, and patted his taller grandson on the head in relief, "Go, live a splendid life, and we will all bless you."

After the voice fell, the surroundings began to fade slowly, like old old photos, and finally dissipated into a handful of smoke.

Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

Wen Chuyi raised his head, closed his eyes, and forced back the tears. When he opened his eyes again, there was firmness and courage in his eyes.

The fog was still pervasive, but the road under his feet could still be seen clearly. Along the way, Wen Chuyi saw many stiff figures with his eyes closed. If he didn't know that this was a trial, he would probably be terrified by this weird scene.

Wen Chuyi simply stared at his feet, headed straight, and couldn't see anything anyway.

"66, 67..." Every time he stepped over a flying crane, he would count the number, and counting, he found that the fog covering the surrounding area had dissipated a lot, and the outline of the mountain peak could be vaguely seen in front of him.

The vision became clearer as he went forward, and he could even see through the gap the disciple of Xuanjianzong who was flying with his sword below.

"One hundred!" Wen Chuyi landed safely, and this mountain was like the previous one, as if it had been cut in half by someone. The flying boat carrying them stopped not far away, and Ye Cheng stood on the bow of the boat, standing tall , a half-burned incense stick was lit right in front of it.

Several people were already standing on the flying boat. Wen Chuyi boarded the boat and saw the delicate blue-clothed boy who had borrowed his mirror on the deck.

Fu Jiuli obviously saw him too, with his fox eyes bent, he waved to him.

"You came out so soon." Wen Chuyi walked up to him and imitated him leaning on the guardrail, with a natural tone as if he was a good friend.

"Just cross a bridge, it's just that the fog is a bit confusing."

While the two were talking, several people came out one after another until the incense burnt out, only twenty or thirty people arrived, and many more were left in the fog of Tahe Bridge.

"Congratulations to everyone who has passed the second trial, and the next one is the final one—testing the spirit root." When the time came, the flying boat slowly rose into the air under Ye Cheng's control and headed for a certain place. Only those with spiritual roots can embark on the path of cultivation, and those without spiritual roots can choose to stay in Xuanjianzong as a handyman disciple, or leave."

Those who came to participate in the Xianyuan meeting and persisted until the second level are basically similar to You Ling. At least they can be sure that they have spiritual roots, or those who have already entered the practice, are as stunned as Wen Chuyi. rare.

Wen Chuyi's heart skipped a beat when he heard that he was going to test his spiritual root. Did the original text mention that he had a spiritual root?

Flipping through the memory again and again, I found that those few words were all about how he died...

Wen Chuyi: ... Well, after all, he is unworthy of cannon fodder.

The flying boat will land on the huge square of the main peak in Wen Chuyi's entanglement, and it will turn into a stream of light and fly back to Ye Chengxue's white sleeves. A transparent spherical object is placed on the round platform in the center of the square. Ten small grids.

"Put your hand on the spirit spar. Red is fire, green is wood, brown is earth, blue is water, and yellow is gold. The more lit grids, the stronger the spiritual root. If there is no change, it means there is no spiritual root," Ye Cheng turned sideways slightly, motioning for them to come forward and test.

The first one to go up was You Ling. She raised her head and put her hand on the spirit spar with confidence. The next moment, a soft grass-green light lit up from the ball, three grids, wood-type spirit root.

The next one is Wang Qi. He has the same arrogance as You Ling. On the surface, the cloud is calm and breezy, but in fact, the look of complacency is almost overflowing from the brows. The golden light is shining, the five grids, and the golden spiritual root.

Wen Chuyi was in the back row, and when he arrived, almost everyone had taken the test. He took a deep breath and put his hand on the spirit spar.

Wang Qi, who was standing below, looked at Wen Chuyi's slowly falling hand, and cursed viciously in his heart: Don't light it up!Don't light up!

A feeling of numbness in the cold rushed to Wen Chuyi's Tianling Gai, as if electrified, the whole person trembled, and then, the spiritual crystal ball under his hand exuded a rich sunflower purple, and the light index reached eight squares.

"This..." This is not one of the five colors. Wen Chuyi was stunned and flustered. Could it be that he is a legendary genius?

"Lei Lingen!" Ye Cheng's usual serious expression was also a little dazed at this moment, for hundreds of years in the world of cultivating immortals, there has never been a cultivator with a mutant spiritual root such as Lei Lingen, let alone a Baling Lingen.

The elders in the main hall also had different expressions, and several elders who majored in kendo in Neifeng couldn't sit still.

"This son is very talented and has a destiny with me, so he is suitable to come to my Hao Yifeng!" The elder of Haoyifeng stroked his goatee.

"Put your mother's shit on!" Good Ding Feng's elder is a irascible old man, and he has always been at odds with Hao Yi Feng's elder, "I'm afraid there are people who are destined for you in the whole world, this kid should come to my good Ding Feng!"

Although the remaining elders were not as direct as these two, they also secretly said: This son should be my apprentice!

There is a part of the bustling temple that is always very calm, as if separated by an invisible barrier, and in the barrier sits a man who is as handsome as a god, with an indifferent expression.

"Okay, stop arguing," the head of the Xuanjian Sect who was sitting in the main seat said at the right time, "You have taken a few apprentices, I think this child will be under Yuli's seat, how about it? "

Hearing the head mentioning his name, the handsome man raised his eyes lightly, and his voice was like broken jade, extremely cold:

"can."

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——Advance article "Golden Pig in Hand, Ten Thousand Ghosts Don't Worry" Please accept it

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It’s fine for him to wear books, but he’s still wearing dog-blood abuse, and it’s fine to wear dog-blood abuse, but the person who wears it is a double lover who was forcibly robbed by the overbearing male protagonist—the invited magic stick...

He was torn to shreds by the evil spirit after he appeared on stage for less than an hour, and now he is about to be torn apart... Bai Lin raised his wrist and looked at his green frog-shaped watch, um, there are still five hours left.

Wen Jinhe struggled out of the sweltering heat and smelly pile of piglets, raised his hooves and looked around in a daze. Where is his 800-meter luxurious big bed?

Heartbroken, Bai Lin wanted to eat a meal before he died, so he turned his attention to the pig farm at the foot of the mountain, and met the younger brother of the little pink pig (crossed out) unexpectedly. look.

One person, one pig gaze affectionately (false)

Bai Lin: Damn, this golden light of merit!

Wen Jinhe: Damn it, what does this man's eyes mean!

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The bully has always had the white moonlight that he couldn't ask for, but the white moonlight is a homophobic high-mountain flower, so that he is willing to lock up his desire until one day——he sees the god-like girl with his own eyes. The handsome and elegant man pushed a young man into a corner, his eyes were red, and he kissed him involuntarily.

At that moment, President Ba seemed to hear the voice of his heart breaking.

Wen Jinhe pushed Bai Lin into a corner, and he was still playing in 3D in his mind before he saw the face of the ghost with fangs, and asked with red eyes, "Where did you leave me just now, did you really leave me there by myself just now?"

"Isn't this..." Bai Linlue felt guilty, and just about to argue, no, explain, his eyes suddenly darkened, and then his earlobe hurt.

Wen Jinhe knew that Bai Lin's ears were extremely sensitive, and he was short of breath, so he bit it without thinking.

Wen Jinhe: Do you know the pain?Will you leave me alone next time!

Bai Lin covered his ears in panic: He was bitten by a pig!Do you want to get a rabies vaccine? !

The sand sculpture is vigorously happy to get rid of the half-baked Taoist shou x arrogant and afraid of ghosts, the little sun and the young master attack