[Crossing the Book] Master, he always wants to plot against me

The old judges were also quite satisfied with Lin Moyu's paintings. They laughed a few times and turned to discuss with each other. It didn't take long for the results to be reached.

Lin Moyu saw a few old men looking at him with pleasant expressions, nodding their heads from time to time, and his face turned black.

isn't it...

"After several of us discussed, the winner of this round is..."

Hearing that the old man was about to announce the winner of this round, everyone's attention was immediately attracted, and they all looked at the old man.

Lin Moyu secretly thought that an opportunity had come, and while everyone was not paying attention, he quietly put his other hand on the painting, trying to pretend that he accidentally tore up the painting and turn the situation around.

As long as the painting is gone, the result will naturally not count.

Just when Lin Moyu was about to start, the painting was suddenly taken away.

"???"

Mr. Heng'an was amazed after receiving his painting: "It's wonderful that there are such women in the world. Mr. Jichen, I didn't expect you to have such a hand, it's really hidden."

Lin Moyu hurriedly reached out to snatch it, but Jun Hengan dodged it.

Heng Anjun took his painting with a learning attitude and turned around and left: "Lend me this painting, I want to take it back and trace it to learn your techniques."

Lin Moyu chased after him, "Don't!"

Mr. Heng An didn't take a few steps before he realized that there seemed to be someone blocking his way.

When he looked up, his body froze immediately.

"Immortal, Immortal Venerable."

Si Weiyuan looked at the painting in his hand, without saying a word, but the meaning was already obvious.

Mr. Heng An immediately understood what he meant, and handed him the painting tremblingly like a gift: "Immortal Venerable, here...

Si Weiyuan took the painting and unfolded it, his eyes stayed on it for a moment, he raised his head and gave Lin Moyu a meaningful look, slowly put away the scroll in front of him, turned and left.

From the look on his face, he doesn't seem very happy...

Lin Moyu didn't know what he meant, and was about to catch up to draw, when Xuanzun's voice suddenly came from a distance and called him to stop.

"Lin Moyu, come back."

Lin Moyu didn't move, he hesitated between continuing to pursue Si Weiyuan and returning to Xuanzun.

Heng Anjun came back in a desperate manner. He wanted to pat Lin Moyu on the shoulder, but suddenly remembered that Si Weiyuan was still here, so he immediately withdrew his hand and kept his distance: "Xuanzun is calling you, go back..."

Lin Moyu was still brooding about what happened just now: "Who told you to take my painting away?"

Damn it, why does everyone seem to be against him today, everyone wants to spoil his good deeds?

Mr. Heng An sighed: "My fault, but it doesn't make any difference if it falls into your husband's hands. You can ask for it back at any time."

There is no difference, the difference is big!Didn't you see that Si Weiyuan looked very strange after seeing his painting just now?

Could it be because he painted the beautiful girl too sexy?

Lord Heng An said: "Let's not talk about this now, Xuanzun is calling you, go back first."

Lin Moyu glanced at him, and turned back unwillingly. At the end, Xuanzun said that he just wanted him to come back to hear the announcement of the result, so that others could see clearly that the final winner was from his immortal sect.

"..."

As expected, it was Lin Moyu who finally announced the victory.

The four competitions of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were over. It was almost noon, and the Forbidden Forest Mountain Lord immediately ordered his servants to present lunch to the immortals.

After Lin Moyu sat down, seeing the delicious food in front of him, his appetite increased greatly, but every time he wanted to pick up chopsticks, he held back.

After eating the pastry that was drugged last time, he didn't dare to eat anything from the Immortal Mansion of the Forbidden Forest.

If he doesn't use his physical strength, he will definitely not be able to keep up, so in the afternoon, he can naturally lose the competition on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Looking at Si Weiyuan's side, even though he didn't move a chopstick, Lin Moyu still couldn't help frowning.

The last time Si Weiyuan told him that the pastry that was drugged was sent by the Forbidden Forest Mountain Lord. Doesn't this mean that the drug was probably the Forbidden Forest Mountain Lord?

Now that he knew it was him, why was Si Weiyuan still indifferent?

Lin Moyu couldn't figure it out.

Mr. Heng'an had almost finished his meal when he saw that Lin Moyu hadn't touched the food in front of him. He couldn't help but punch him with his arm: "Why don't you eat it? It doesn't suit your appetite?"

Lin Moyu shook his head: "No, I have no appetite."

"Then I help you eat?"

"Eat."

Mr. Heng An moved all the dishes in front of him to his own, and began to eat with a good appetite.

Seeing him eating, Lin Moyu couldn't help thinking of Ling Qingye, his mood sank for a moment, and his eyes gradually emptied following his movements.

Before Ling Qingye told him that Dizun had such thoughts for him, and that day in the teahouse he heard Dizun tell the perverted fairy that he was just one of his male favorites, which meant that he should have many lovers, not all of them. Just a passionate scumbag.

If Ling Qingye fell into his hands, there shouldn't be any fear of Yan Zhengli's life, but if he didn't, he would be wiped out.

Jun Hengan looked up to see Lin Moyu's serious expression while he was eating, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Lin Moyu shook his head, recovered his senses and got up, and went to stay elsewhere.

In the afternoon, Lin Moyu entered the arena together with other contestants.

To his surprise, after entering the arena, he discovered that all those eliminated before had entered the arena.

He was puzzled, and the Forbidden Forest Mountain Lord came forward and explained: "Writing does not mean that martial arts is not good. Civil and martial arts are not interlinked, so the immortals who were eliminated before have the opportunity to prove themselves again. The previous literary test accounted for a small proportion. This competition is the most important thing, I hope you all must go all out and do your best to turn the tide of the battle."

As soon as he said that, the eyes of the immortals who were eliminated before all revealed the eager light of winning and wanting to avenge their shame.

Only Lin Moyu twitched his forehead violently, and almost died of anger.

This is crazy!Fortunately, he had carefully calculated how to lose glory before, but now he is told that he must participate in the final battle regardless of whether he is eliminated or not. Isn't everything he has done before enough to support him?

After the competition started, Lin Moyu retreated to the edge in an extremely uncooperative way, just sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, watching other people fight each other.

Seeing that he was the only one who ran to the side inadvertently, the people on the periphery thought he was cowardly, and couldn't help pointing at him.

"Why did he run to the side? Could it be that he was scared?"

"I think so. Before, he won all the way to the end inexplicably. Now that he meets the real one, he won't dare to make a move, right?"

"He doesn't want to wait for those people to fight to the death and reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

Lin Moyu raised his eyebrows.

They really hit it off.

"What do you know? This young man is clearly very wise and foolish. He hides his secrets and never makes a move in a daze. Once he makes a move, he is bound to be a blockbuster. I think he is very unusual."

"Me too. He looks useless, but in fact, he hides his edge everywhere, which makes people unpredictable. He looks like a master."

"..."

I didn't expect to be misunderstood so deeply. Hearing their outrageous praise, Lin Moyu stood in a place where there were no people in embarrassment, so as not to arouse people's discussion.

During the fight, Mr. Heng An saw Lin Moyu standing on the sidelines watching the show, and glanced at him with wide eyes. Lin Moyu relaxed and spread his hands, as if he had nothing to do.

Mr. Heng'an hated him for sitting on the sidelines, but he had no choice but to concentrate on fighting.

It's just that Lin Moyu didn't feel complacent, and he started to feel hot after a while.

At first he thought it was from the sun, but he knew it wasn't when his vision gradually blurred and a string of warm liquid dripped from his nose unexpectedly.

This is the damn punishment mechanism started to play tricks again.

Lin Moyu wiped away the nosebleed on his nose, and was about to fall.

It's not good to assassinate Si Weiyuan now, right?

"If you don't go, you will die." The system suddenly urged.

Lin Moyu cursed inwardly, and walked towards Si Weiyuan slowly before he fainted.

Because he was walking towards the outfield, everyone's eyes could not help but be attracted to him, wondering what he was going to do.

Finally, I saw him go to Si Weiyuan's side and stop.

When the venerables saw him approaching, they all backed away automatically.

Lin Moyu walked in front of Si Weiyuan unimpeded, and was about to make a move, but found that people from Dingchen Sect and other immortal sects around him were all staring at him.

It's not easy for him to attack Si Weiyuan in public, and maybe he and Xiejun are still watching in secret, if he rashly attacks Si Weiyuan, they might be eager to kill him directly.

After thinking about it or forgetting it, he secretly put down his hand.

Because of the delay in taking action, Lin Moyu's body became more and more uncomfortable.

Can't fight, he can only switch to another method.

Lin Moyu was forced to bend down and kiss Si Weiyuan's lips in front of all the immortals, and then bit his lips gently, which was regarded as an attack.

As soon as this move came out, everyone was shocked and froze in place, silent for a long time.

Si Weiyuan didn't expect Lin Moyu to be like this, when he reacted and wanted to kiss Lin Moyu back, Lin Moyu suddenly withdrew, glanced at him in a panic, and hurried back to the arena.

Then he stood on the side far away from the crowd, staring absent-mindedly at the few remaining contestants in front of him.

At this moment, a person quietly flashed behind him.

The moment the cold light fell, Lin Moyu's eyes froze, he transformed into a spirit sword and did not turn around to block it lightly, instantly defusing the opponent's sneak attack.

Then he turned around and turned the spirit sword into nothingness and slashed across the disciple's body, not hurting anyone, but directly eliminated him from the competition.

Not intending to get rid of his disciples, Lin Moyu turned around and found that only Si Weiyuan's people were left.

This time, the few people did not fight among themselves, they all attacked Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu was forced to fight with one enemy, and thought he would be defeated in embarrassment, but he didn't expect to find out that these people seemed to be invulnerable, but in fact they had many flaws.

Lin Moyu dealt with them wholeheartedly and defeated them one by one until he was the only one left in the field.

Just when Lin Moyu was amazed at his own strength, a venerable under Si Weiyuan's command who came belatedly saw that his colleagues were all defeated, he couldn't help frowning, and flew into the arena spontaneously.

He didn't know Lin Moyu, so he had no scruples to attack him.

Lin Moyu hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but the man dodged directly behind Lin Moyu and slapped him on the back with a sword, sending him flying, and then looked disdainfully at the stunned and sweating venerables on the ground: "Just such a small character You made it like this, what happened to you?"

The venerables are done with you, and you look at him with dead eyes.

Si Weiyuan's face was even more gloomy and frightening.

After being hit to the ground, Lin Moyu couldn't help being stunned, thinking back to what the man said.

At a certain moment, he suddenly realized.

Could it be...these disciples of Dingchen Sect were all sent by Si Weiyuan to play him?The purpose is to clear the obstacles for him all the way so that he can go to the end, and then when he is proud, show his true colors and give him a fatal blow, make him look ugly in front of everyone, frustrate his self-esteem, and humiliate him?

After the winner was decided, Lin Moyu returned to his room expressionlessly, and did not leave the room for several hours.

After Si Weiyuan punished that person, he immediately came here to look for him.

He knocked on the door without speaking, not even answering Lin Moyu's question of who he was.

He knew that as long as he spoke out, Lin Moyu would not open the door for him.

Seeing that the people outside did not answer, Lin Moyu stepped forward to open the door in doubt.

As soon as he opened the door, seeing that it was Si Weiyuan, his expression changed instantly, he said coldly, and closed the door directly.

"..."