It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The blade appreciation conference lasts for three days.

On the first day, there were some small fish and shrimps in the competition. Either a young man who was just a fledgling man, or an old man who had been in martial arts for many years and still hadn't grown up. Anyway, the road is very wild, not like the famous heroes. I have the burden of idols, and sometimes they slapped their mouths in comparison, spitting stars and almost didn’t fly up to the stands; some people throw away their weapons when they don’t agree, and play melee like street hooligans, you scratching me. Squeaky, I dug your big nostrils, swearing and swearing in dirty words, the scene looks disgusting and funny.

Wen Ai couldn't breathe from a laugh in the stands, slapped the table, almost didn't shake the tea cup.

Zhuo Yiqing, who was sitting next to him, moved the teacup into the table and looked at Wen Ai's unhappy appearance, and the corners of his mouth rose up: "Is that funny?"

Wen Ai nodded at him with a grin, his face was ruddy and his eyes were shiny. Zhuo Yiqing looked at it, and suddenly an urge to catch someone over and kiss him.

On the second day, it was the turn of the backbone of the various factions to discuss martial arts, and use martial arts to meet friends. Everyone was serious and serious.

Wen Ai looked bored and drowsy. Zhuo Yiqing did not know where he conjured a pack of preserves. Wen Ai took it with her eyes brightly. While eating, he listened to Zhuo Yiqing's explanation of the competition on the court. The humorous description gave amusement twice.

The third day was the peak showdown between the most aggressive group of people. Wen Ai watched it carefully. In the end, he could only see what color clothes the two people were wearing, and couldn't even tell the style.

Seeing that the masters were on the court one by one, Wen Ai poked Zhuo Yiqing's arm: "It's almost you, right? Don't prepare?"

"No." Zhuo Yiqing leisurely leaned on the pear wood carved chair, squeezed the shell of a peanut, picked the peanut out and threw it in his mouth, "There is nothing to prepare."

Wen Ai: "..." Yes, this is arrogant.

It was Zhuo Yiqing's turn at the last few matches. He stood up and drew out his saber and gave the scabbard to Wen Ai for safekeeping. He turned around and flew to the ring with a light effort. When he landed, there was a sound from the stands. There was a shout of cheering.

Zhuo Yiqing’s title of "The Number One Son in the World" has only become popular in the past two years. Although it is passed down by word of mouth, it hasn’t been ranked as seriously as it is now. If he could be this time He won the top spot in the Rewarding Conference, so it was tantamount to stamping his "No. 1 Young Master in the World" and setting it down firmly.

But if he loses...

Wen Ai felt that even if Zhuo Yiqing lost, he could be the first young man in the face value world. He didn't know how many votes he could win with his passionate eyes.

The test started quickly. Wen Ai stared at the ring with his heavy scabbard. Although he couldn't understand it as usual, he could see Zhuo Yiqing's white shadow easily pushing his opponent back again and again, almost several times. Fall out of the ring.

With two sticks of incense, Zhuo Yiqing won three games in a row and became the champion of this year's edge appreciation competition.

Everyone in the stands stood up and applauded. Wen Ai didn't want to look too alien, so he could only stand up and fish in troubled water.

Zhuo Yiqing on the ring humbly and politely thanked the opponents and the audience, then turned to look at Wen Ai, and smiled at him in a distance, which was a spring breeze.

Wen Ai's ears were a little hot for no reason, he put down the scabbard, covered his ears and returned to Bieyuan.

When Zhuo Yiqing stepped off the ring, he was delayed by a few familiar friends who came to congratulate him. When he got out and returned to the stand, the table where Wen Ai was sitting was empty early, and only his scabbard was lying alone. on the table.

That night, seeing that she was about to go to bed, Wen Ai's door was suddenly knocked by Zhuo Yiqing.

Wen Ai reluctantly retracted the feet that had just stepped onto the bed, turned around and opened the door, looked at Zhuo Yiqing in front of him, and asked, "Why are you looking for me at night?"

Zhuo Yiqing lifted the sword and shook it in front of his eyes: "I entrusted the scabbard to you, but you ended up throwing it on the stands at will, giving me an explanation, eh?"

"This is a big word for'Zhuo' on your sheath, who dares to make an idea?" Wen Ai touched the scabbard, "Besides, San Chi Pavilion will give it to you anyway. Forging a new one, maybe it will still be the kind of handed down divine sword that can set off a **** storm in the rivers and lakes a hundred years later, you can steal it and burn incense when the time comes."

"Where are you and where, the more you pull, the farther away..." Zhuo Yiqing shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, brother will show you the stars."

"Huh? I'm not going! I'm not—"

Zhuo Yiqing ignored Wen Ai's objection and carried him to the roof like a chicken cub, forcibly looking at the stars.

Look at the stars when you look at the stars. Wen Ai sat on the roof with his head up, Zhuo Yiqing lying on his back in a chic manner, the two of them looked at the bright galaxy without speaking.

After a moment of silence, Zhuo Yiqing suddenly asked: "Why don't you wait for me during the day?"

Wen Ai didn't expect that he changed his questioning method again, and was stunned: "You didn't let me wait for you?"

Zhuo Yiqing immediately followed his words and said: "But I gave you the scabbard."

Wen Ai turned his head and squinted at him: "You are so boring, why are you still clutching the scabbard!"

Zhuo Yiqing exerted her abdominal muscles and sat up suddenly, staring at Wen Ai tightly: "How do I feel that you are deliberately avoiding me during the day? Where did I fail?"

Wen Ai was right by him, and quickly averted the topic: "Don't forget to put gold on your face and hide from you. If you stand in my way, I can keep you from getting up for three days with a packet of powder. It’s okay to step on you back and forth."

Zhuo Yiqing shook his head and smiled: "The dignified doctor valley master, openly talking about the poison, should I say that you are frank or short-sighted?"

Wen Ai flicked the tiles under her body: "Medicine and drugs are not divided into families. Those of us who deal with medicinal materials are sincere."

"Are you sincere? There will be no duplicity that day." Zhuo Yiqing lay down again, put his head on the roof, and lazily said, "But it's pretty cute, brother, I will let you."

The galaxy in the sky slowly flowed. After watching for a while, Wen Ai couldn't help but yawn: "I'm going back to sleep, and I have to hurry tomorrow."

Zhuo Yiqing looked at the sky thoughtfully, "Do you have to spend another year or a half before you come out?"

"You control me." Wen Ai pushed him, "Take me down, hurry up."

Zhuo Yiqing lay still: "What should you do if you forget me clean then?"

Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment: "It sounds like I should remember you... Aren't you just the same..."

Zhuo Yiqing turned her head to stare at him, and said every word: "No conscience."

In fact, if Zhuo Yiqing is really a passer-by, Wen Ai would definitely be willing to make friends with him. Although it is annoying to make fun of people sometimes, it is a lot of fun to have him with him these days. However, Zhuo Yiqing is the male lead, and she will be seriously injured tomorrow, and she will be picked up as a medicine man. If the relationship is too good, she won't be able to do it at that time.

Wen Ai went through the plot in his mind, and after considering it for a while, he stuffed a medicine bottle into Zhuo Yiqing's clothes.

Zhuo Yiqing took out a look, oh, it was still a jade bottle with only three pills in it. He put his nose up and sniffed, and asked Wen Ai, "What is this for?"

"It relieves the pain, regardless of internal injury or external injury, it can calm the pain." Wen Ai said, "You are so unwelcome. You may be beaten in a sack one day. You have all this medicine. Its use."

Zhuo Yiqing put the jade bottle away and put it next to her body: "I don't think I will use it in this life, but Lord Yin Dagu personally gave me the medicine, I don't dare to neglect it."

Wen Ai smiled and didn't speak, just swell it, it will explode sooner or later.

This prediction was very accurate, and Zhuo Yiqing was bombarded with blood before the turn came one day or night.

At noon the next day, Wen Ai, who was on his way back to the valley, picked up a male lead in the wilderness twenty miles away from Sanchi Pavilion.

Zhuo Yiqing fell in a pool of blood, heard footsteps, and reluctantly opened his eyelids.

After seeing the incoming person clearly, Zhuo Yiqing raised the corners of his mouth that was still leaking blood, obviously too weak and still joking hard: "Miss me? Just chase me so soon..."

"Don't talk." Wen Ai squatted down with a frown, gestured to the guard behind him, and immediately stepped forward when he died, and quickly unfolded the needle bag. Wen Ai picked a thicker needle and sealed Zhuo Yiqing ten. Several acupuncture points stopped the blood temporarily.

Zhuo Yiqing's face was pale, but the peachy eyes still smiled unabated: "Little cute needles work well...cough cough, cough cough... The medicine you gave me really works... it doesn't hurt at all... "

"Can you close your mouth." Wen Ai presses his lips with **** together to prevent him from continuing to be poor, "I knew I should have made you speechless in pain!"

After simply handling the injury, Wen Ai let the survivor move Zhuo Yiqing to the carriage and rushed back to Yinxian Valley.