Too ruthless, I will become a group favorite in the world of cultivating immortals

"..."

Mu Anran really felt the pain in his conscience.

She didn't expect that person to be so calm.

She thought that Fang Ling would soon gain Wan Changshan's trust.

In the original text, the two people get along like happy friends, not like now, only the latter is left.

Bai Xiaosheng was honest and seductive, "It's very easy for people to believe you."

"Do you know the difference between different people doing the same thing?"

"what?"

"I have a friend who is a famous storyteller, and the other one is a guy who can't understand my friend. The only difference between them is that my friend can pretend, has a good reputation, and is also very capable. Good. And the other person has no ability other than having an iron mouth, and has a very bad reputation."

"One day, these two people did one thing at the same time."

"what's up?"

"They went to visit an old storyteller and wanted him to guide them."

There was a charm in Bai Xiaosheng's words that Fang Ling couldn't help but immerse himself in.

"The results of it?"

"As a result," Bai Xiaosheng's tone was unrecognizable, "in the end, the old storyteller guided another person."

Fang Ling's eyes widened in surprise, "Why?"

Bai Xiaosheng was overjoyed, and told him, "Because although he has nothing, he has a good family background."

Fang Ling was shameless, "Are you trying to tell me to rely on my background to get something that doesn't belong to me! Don't say I don't have it, even if I have it, I won't rely on power to force Wan Changshan!"

"Oh, oh, you heard it wrong, I haven't finished yet."

Bai Xiaosheng continued, "Later, in order to argue with my friend, that person chose to tell the same story with my friend."

"But, because that person has such a bad reputation, everyone thinks she copied my friend."

Mu Anran blinked at him, but unfortunately Fang Ling didn't see it at all, and could only hear its cheerful tone, "So, as long as you have the ability, even if you do cynical things, you won't die."

"..."

Fang Ling felt extremely awkward, "What about the ending? It's the same story, who does the last story belong to?"

Mu Anran sighed, "What are you thinking, of course it belongs to another person."

Fang Ling was taken aback.

It gloated, "Unfortunately, even so, in the eyes of everyone, she is a villain."

"..." Fang Ling felt powerless, "So what? She got all the benefits."

It was silent and smiled, "Do you understand this truth?"

Fang Ling was angry, "There is no need for me to understand this!"

"Oh, your comprehension is really bad."

Bai Xiaosheng said, "What you have to do is to prove your ability. Even if you ruin that person later, because of your ability, no one will think that you did it."

It took Fang Ling a while to realize, "Your friend ruined that person in the end?"

"Almost, of course my friend never admitted it, because she has a good reputation!"

The black figure was fiddling with the spirit fruit on the table, "So do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Ling was at a loss, "So you are human?"

"Ah?" Mu An was dissatisfied, "Am I asking you to understand this?"

The dark black figure, which was always weird, looked very down-to-earth in Fang Ling's eyes at this time, and he finally fully understood that it was not his demon.

Fang Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time as the rest of his life after the catastrophe, there was some kindness in his eyes looking at the black figure.

"Because only people care about fame."

Mu Anran was a little surprised.

Because at this time Fang Ling looked more lively, a bit like when Ning Qing was still alive.

She didn't expect that Fang Ling had been feeling depressed all this time because he thought she was a demon, thinking that he was going to die and couldn't bear the thought that he might never find Ning Qing again, so he felt very tormented.

"Okay," Bai Xiaosheng said helplessly, "You are the most ignorant guy I have ever taught. Do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Ling said foolishly, "I don't need to ruin my reputation."

Bai Xiaosheng put his hips on his hips, "Is that what I mean? What I mean is that it can also ruin people's reputations. One person loses miserably, one person wins completely, and it doesn't make people feel that she did it at all. All of this depends on ability. Character!"

Fang Ling didn't understand, "How can I have this ability?"

Bai Xiaosheng sneered, "This ability is that ability."

She sat down, fiddled with the new finger and said, "A genius, a fool. A fool who goes close to a person is called scumbag, and others have no tolerance at all. But if it is a genius doing it, that is not called slapstick, it is called loyalty, That's sympathy, it's synonymous with all good things!"

"...Then I can only be the former." Fang Ling was stunned, "I have nothing, nothing worthy of praise."

Bai Xiaosheng was dunious and tempting, "Is there really no one? Think about it carefully."

Fang Ling was silent for a while, then said, "I'm better at staying in the corner, where no one can find me."

"..."

Bai Xiaosheng stood up, stretched out his palm, "Take out the bead you are most satisfied with!"

Hearing this, Fang Ling took out the ball without hesitation.

Yuanzhu was as dazzling as when Shouyunta met that day.

It is a magic weapon with excellent appearance, which can accumulate spiritual power and attack, which is equivalent to the second dantian of a monk, and it is not limited to spiritual roots.

So Mu Tianyun, who was used to seeing treasures at that time, was also moved.

This appearance is not at all the level that Jindan cultivators can cultivate.

The bead on the black palm was being played with, and the face of the black figure approached Fang Ling, "Go to refine the weapon and make something ten times better than this. At that time, no matter how you behave, no one will look down on you. No one will turn you away again."

Even though it has no eyes, Fang Ling felt that he was being stared at deeply. He shook his head subconsciously, "I can't do it! I was promoted to Jindan by relying on Ning Qing, and all my magic tools rely on Ning Qing to get inspiration. I can't do it." !"

"You can do it."

Fang Ling still shook his head.

A five-year-old and three-thick weapon master kept vetoing himself, and the soaring tendons on his arms seemed very weak.

Bai Xiaosheng backed away, sat on the beam and swayed his legs, and said indifferently, "It seems that you don't care that much about Ning Qing's death. But if you work hard to be a genius, you can stop the investigation of the cause of death. You don't want to be hindered."

A sarcastic voice spread throughout the room, "You are right, you are nothing without Ning Qing. Even now, you can stay in Daorong Academy because of Ning Qing's former mentor. When this affection is gone, You can't even stay here. You can't even stay here if you are thick-skinned, let alone get close to Wanchang Mountain."

"Let me think about it, Wan Changshan won't just take a single glance at you, he will even trample you on the soles of his feet... Ah no, he would have died like Ning Qing at that time..."

"I practice!"

After a pause, no one could see, under the skin of the Wuxu Beast, the corners of Mu Anran's mouth curled up slightly.

She stared at Fang Ling under the beam, he clenched his fists, his eyes were full of determination.

Mu Ang smiled.

That's right.

Everything is good in the original text, but it's a pity that the mastermind behind the scenes was solved, and the master of the lost weapon left Daorong Academy without a trace.

An alchemy master like Wan Changshan has gained fame, and the disappearing Luobaiji master left shocking facts, letting everyone know that what he insisted on these years is not a joke.

But so what?

There is only one possibility for a talented person to disappear in the end.

He didn't insist on his talent, maybe he died in an unknown corner after his obsession was eliminated.

This is something that neither Ning Qing nor Mu Anran can tolerate.

At that time, Mu Angran, who wrote these things, left the inconspicuous ending of this short story, but Mu Angran today cannot tolerate the ending set at that time.

It doesn't matter, she is in this book at this time, and the direction of the story is still in her hands.

It's not in vain for her to draw Fang Ling into the story so early.