It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Wu'ai Village, located in a remote location, is separated from the prosperous center of the mainland by thousands of mountains and rivers, traffic is blocked, and materials are scarce. It is like a standard poor mountain and bad water.

Unfortunately, Wen Ai has become a little bit tricky here.

"Hey." Wen Ai sighed and squatted alone at the door, behind which stood a broken thatched cottage that would not fall. He was boring to pick the patch on the cotton coat, and the old cotton cloth that had been scrubbed too many times was unbearable, and the powder dropped straight down, and the thread was cut off for him. A cold wind swept over, blew the patch, and got into the hole exposed underneath. Wen Ai was swayed from the cold and wanted to enter the house to avoid it, but looking at the thatched cottage that was crumbling in the strong wind, I felt that I did not want to die. He retracted his feet and sat down again.

Let's wait for my mother to come back.

He has been in this world for three days, and he has fully adapted to this five-year-old body. In his memory, his father died before he was born. His mother was a widow early and she worked hard to pull him up. Orphans and widows usually No less bullied here. Yesterday morning, his mother went up the mountain to chop wood, but she didn't go back. A strong wind crossed the border at night, causing the wall of the house to collapse, making him unable to return home, so he could only blow the wind outside in a desolate manner.

"One bucket." Wen Ai shrank his neck in his collar. "I can't sit here and wait. My mother hasn't returned until now. Could something happen?"

"What do you do?" The system said, "You are a kid, you can only be taken away by the wolf when you enter the mountain. If you ask someone for help, who do you call? Yesterday you went to the next door to ask for a bun and they refused to give it. Is it possible that you are still willing to help you go up the mountain to find someone?"

Wen Ai hadn't eaten for a whole day, and he was already hungry and numb. At this moment, when he was reminded by the system, the hunger pangs in his stomach again. After enjoying the rich clothes and food, and suddenly being thrown into such a difficult environment, Wen Ai wrinkled his small face in sorrow, but when he thought of who, he felt that he could survive this hunger.

Wen Ai was pumping himself up. Suddenly, his vision dimmed, and he looked up and looked around. The sky was filled with dark clouds that obscured the sky and the sun. The dark clouds were still expanding, and purple thunders could be seen faintly flashing during the rolling. Dangdi gathered from all directions towards the distant hills.

"Lei Jie!" The system exclaimed excitedly.

Wen Ai hadn't realized what it was talking about, and several robbery clouds had quickly gathered together, and the first sky thunder fell toward the top of the mountain.

Wen Ai paled: "My mother is still in the mountains."

Thirty-six sky thunders are more powerful than each one, and the thunder is deafening. When the robbery cloud dissipated and the sky cleared, the towering mountain peaks on the spot were cut to only half, and the top was burnt to black, and white smoke was still emitting.

The villagers all walked out of the house to watch the excitement and talked about.

"I don't know which monk of the sect, came to our backcountry to overcome the catastrophe."

"Floor Palace, I heard it is very close to us."

"Nonsense! The Floating Palace is the number one school of magic repair, far away from the 72nd sea!"

"Why is there no movement on the mountain? I haven't survived it?"

Wen Ai sat on the ground with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the top of the mountain where the smoke had not yet cleared, thinking of the unidentified mother, his eyes suddenly became sore. Although the two have only been together for a short period of two days, they also have some feelings, and they are a big living person, if they really are gone...

Suddenly a dazzling golden light rushed up from the long-silent mountain peak, and it was flying towards the misty village without partiality. When he flew closer, he was actually a Taoist standing on a sword, amidst the villagers’ exclamation In front of Wen Ai. Although this man has a gray beard, his hair is loose, his eyes are clear and he looks like a fairy family.

"You are Xiao Qin's child?" Taoist asked.

Wen Ai had a bad feeling: "Where is my mother?"

The Taoist sighed softly, bent over and helped him up from the ground: "Your mother died for me, and she had to pay back her karma. From now on, you will be my direct disciple of Long Zhao."

After speaking, Chang Zhaozheng picked up Wen Ai and left with his sword.

While flying in the sky, Wen Ai only heard what happened. It turned out that the real Changzhao was the Sect Master of the Shang Qing Dynasty, wandering around and passing through their misty village, found a cunning monster on the mountain, so he turned into a child to lead a snake out of the cave and beheaded smoothly. Unexpectedly, when his merits were fulfilled, thunder robbery suddenly arrived, and Wen Ai's mother happened to be nearby. Seeing thunder and lightning slashed towards the long-photographed real person who was still a child, she instinctively rushed to save people, but she was smashed.

Wen Ai cried all the way until he entered the Shangqing sect realm, and a group of cranes flew around him, and finally turned his attention away.

"Is this you raised?" Wen Ai blinked curiously, trying to touch them but didn't dare to reach out.

"Ling Beasts have special disciples to take care of them on weekdays. If you like them, you can often go to the Ling Beast Peak to watch them." The real Chang Zhao touched his head, "Here is your home in the future. I just crossed the robbery and broke through and need to retreat. In a stable state, your two seniors will teach you for me and grow with you."

The Shangqing Sect is the most honest and decent sect. It has a large number of capable people, and its strength has made countless monks fascinated. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and the highest level is the three pavilions and twelve peaks. Among them, the sword pavilion where the lord is located is the head, and there are countless large and small hills with many influences. Wen Ai directly descended from the sky to become a direct disciple of the Sect Master, this luck can make a large group of people red with jealousy. The Changzhao real person did this for two reasons.

First, in the world of cultivating immortals, the soul is the root and the bottom line. Life can be lost, but once the soul is destroyed, there will be no reincarnation again, and it will completely dissipate the world. Therefore, Chang Zhaozheng felt very guilty to Wen Ai's mother, and after pinching out that she had a child, it was naturally impossible to leave it alone. Second, the long-photographed real person saw Wenai's beautiful features, and he was completely opposite to the Murano children. Obviously, he was not a thing in the pool. This was the personal biography.

Out of the area of ​​the Spirit Beast Peak, the cranes no longer follow Wen Ai, and there is no sight blocking, Wen Ai can see the whole picture of Shang Qingzong. In the vast mountains, towering halls stand tall, misty and misty, like a fairyland.

The real Chang Zhao pointed to the mountain with the strongest aura: "There is the sword pavilion."

Wen Ai lowered his head and vaguely saw a tall figure on the platform on the top of the peak. Before he could take a second glance, the real person Chang Zhao led him to the center of the platform, waiting for a long time for the white-robed youth to come forward and salute: "See you Respect."

"A pig!" The system yelled in surprise, "You man!"

Although the plot information was not received, the system's procedure to detect the protagonist was still there, and immediately recognized that the white robe youth was the protagonist.

Wen Ai had always done hard work, and when he grew up, he was ready to wander around the world in search of true love. As soon as his eyes were dazzling, the male lead came to him. He thought that he could be as kind and sweet as previous lives. Can't stop having fun.

Seeing that the little apprentice was stupid, Chang Zhao real person stared at Gu Shu and joked: "I don't turn my eyes anymore, do you like the big brother?"

Gu Shu also looked down at Wen Ai when he heard the words. Wen Ai met his smiling eyes, and his face immediately turned red. Do not look away and whispered: "Hello, big brother."

"The tiny baby is still shy." Chang Zhaozheng couldn't help but push him towards Gu Shu, "Go, ask the big brother for a meeting."

Gu Shuting liked this obedient little brother, he took out his storage bag to take out gifts. Who knew that the white porcelain-like little doll didn't need anything, so he stretched out his hands at him, dragging the little milky voice and said: " Big brother hug."

Gu Shu was taken aback, his body was faster than his thoughts, and he knelt down immediately, his arms were hot, and the soft younger brother plunged in.

Thinking that this was his lover for several lifetimes, Wen Ai was so happy that he rubbed his chest on Gu Shu's chest. With a completely dependent appearance, Gu Shu carefully hugged the delicate little man, his heart softened to a mess.

Wen Ai refused to let go of the hug, and Gu Shu was willing to let him stick, supporting his **** and holding it up with one hand.

"You see it at first sight." Chang Zhaozheng was still a little bit savory when he was lined up by the two apprentices. He planned to go to the second disciple to find some comfort, and asked, "Why don't you see Ye'er?"

Gu Shu said: "After receiving the master's voice, he went to collect the spiritual stone for the younger brother."

Wen Ai put his arms around Gu Shu's neck and looked at him obediently: "What does the spirit stone do?"

"Test your spiritual roots." Gu Shu was stared at by his dark eyes, and his tone softened unconsciously, "Only those who possess spiritual roots can cultivate. The higher the talent, the faster the cultivation. The single spiritual root is the highest. The superior, the five spiritual roots are the inferior..."

When Gu Ye arrived at the sword test platform, he saw Gu Shu holding a four or five-year-old baby, one big and one small heads headed up and talked, leaving the master alone to dry aside.

"This is the little brother, right?" Gu Ye saluted the real Changzhao, and looked at Wen Ai all the time. He was so tender and tender, no wonder Gu Shu was willing to get close.

Wen Ai rubbed his eyes in disbelief, glanced at Gu Ye and then at Gu Shu. He looked back and forth several times, but he didn't understand when his head turned dizzy, but the childish and cute behavior would amused the three of the present.

Long Zhaozheng smiled while stroking his beard: "Little guy, your two brothers are twins."

Wen Ai complained to the system in his head: "Is there such an operation?"

The system faintly said: "Set up twins for the male lead... it feels bad."

Wen Ai rolled his eyes and looked around again, and finally tasted a little way. Although the facial features of the two brothers are exactly the same, the temperament is very different. Gu Shu was like a bright moon in the sky, with a little arrogance in the Qing Lang, but Gu Ye was completely the opposite, with evil in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"One bucket." Wen Ai felt frustrated, "Your program can't go wrong, right? Are you sure Gu Shu is the male lead?"

The system asked: "You can't even recognize your own man?"

Wen Ai twisted his eyebrows: "It's Gu Shu, he feels very familiar to me." That kind of pampering and gentle eyes can't be wrong.

"What's the name of Junior Brother?" Gu Ye asked.

"Lantern..." Wen Ai replied in a low voice, he was born during the Lantern Festival.

Gu Ye asked, "Is the last name Yuan Xiaoxiao?"

Wen Ai was a little hard to tell: "The last name is Xiao... Xiao Yuanxiao..."

"Small glutinous rice balls?" Gu Ye was amused, looking at his white and tender cheeks, reaching for a pinch, "Good name! Good name!"

Wen Ai leaned his head away, sat on Gu Shu's arm, craned his neck and argued with Gu Ye according to reason: "It's not glutinous rice balls, it's Yuanxiao!"

Gu Ye smiled and asked, "It's all made of glutinous rice flour and water. What's the difference?"

Wen Ai was still young and hungry for three meals. After a few sentences, he blushed and couldn't breathe. Turning his upper body, he lay on Gu Shu's shoulder and refused to move. A little old man, wearing a thick cotton coat, looks like a glutinous rice dumpling from his back. At this moment, he is nestled in Gu Shu's arms, feeling wronged as if he will be eaten in the next moment. Gu Shu pityed him, gently patting and smoothing the fur, only to find the soft touch under his palms was addictive.

When Gu Ye saw that the dumpling dumpling was furious with himself, he waved his hand and turned into a giant spar measuring two feet high in the open space next to it. It was so clear that there was no trace of impurities, and Wen Tuanzi looked at it more. .

"Xian Lingshi." Chang Zhaozheng started talking about business. "It's enough trouble, Xiaoer, come and test Linggen."

Wen Ai was coaxed to give birth by Gu Shu, and was crawling down him. Who knew that Gu Ye came to provoke him again: "It's the Lantern Festival or the Tangyuaner."

Although Wen Ai has been dressed as a small gangster in the poor ravine in this life, his parents have died and he has been passed down as a master. No matter how he thinks, he is a role with a role in the future, and his talent will not be bad. So Wen Ai confidently put his palm on the smooth spiritual stone, the expected soaring beam of light did not rush out, the spar was calm as an old pool in the deep mountain, and after a long while, it finally revealed five strands faintly. The faint colored light trembled and trembled as if it were going to be wiped out with a breath.

Waste wood five spirit roots.

Wen Ai took his hand away in disbelief and pressed it again, but the result was the same.

Gu Ye laughed unkindly: "It really is just glutinous rice balls!"