Stepping into the main entrance of the academy, walking along the spacious vermilion gate all the way to the bookstore deep in the path, Guan Heng gradually felt something was wrong.
He is an unknown person here, apart from Xie Ziyou and Wu Cong, it is reasonable to say that he has no acquaintances.
But along the way, he received many strange glances, and with Guan Heng's excellent hearing, he could still hear people pointing and whispering from time to time not far away.
what's the topic
Is he famous now
Just as Guan Heng was puzzled, a young man with a straight nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes walked towards him, his back was straight, and he held a roll of toilet paper loosely in his hand.
Seeing Guan Heng from afar, he frowned and unfolded the straw paper for a few glances, and then compared Guan Heng's face, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, he turned sideways to distance himself from Guan Heng, and turned his head to the ground again, "Yeah" He spit out a mouthful—as if there was some kind of large garbage dump in front of him.
Guan Heng: "..."
He has nested in the ravine for two years, knowing that he may not be at the peak of his appearance.
But after all, he is the face cultivated by the Guan family to get married. If he doesn't care about it, he is still a wild and handsome little guy. There is no reason why he is so ugly that he is spit on while walking
Guan Heng walked a few steps quickly, caught up with the boy, raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder: "Wait, classmate, I think... I haven't offended you, have I?"
"Snapped!"
The thick-browed boy slapped Switch Heng's hand, his eyes widened: "Don't touch me!"
His reaction was so intense that it was unexpected, Guan Heng was stunned for a moment, his outstretched palm was tentatively probed for a few seconds, and then fell helplessly.
The back of his hand was red.
"I don't know how you got into the academy," the young man said with uncontrollable anger in his voice, his face flushed with suffocation, "We practice according to our duties, we walk the right path, and we rely on our own hard work for every bit of profound strength No matter how high or low the cultivation level is, if you can cultivate it, you have a clear conscience.”
"And you, practicing magic skills, relying on some demons and outsiders—don't you feel ashamed?!"
magic power
Guan Heng froze in place in astonishment, and said in disbelief: "Who told you that I practiced magic skills?"
"Does this still need to be said?" The young man gritted his teeth, "In two years, you have jumped from an ordinary person who can't cultivate to a fifth-level cultivator. If you didn't practice the devil art, could your profound strength be blown by the strong wind?"
Guan Heng stared blankly at the young man, his eyes were blank.
He had heard of such things as magic skills before.
But there are no real immortals in the world, and there are no real demons. There are only people who practice different exercises. Guan Heng knows that some cultivation methods are too cruel and tyrannical. I don't understand, how could this accusation fall on me out of thin air
Just because I made progress too fast, like I took a shortcut
The scorching sun scorched the earth, and after being exposed to such light for a long time, even the scalp felt numb.
Hearing the quarrel between the two, the other students passing by gradually gathered around and formed a human wall, enclosing the confronting two in the middle.
"What's the noise? Who is this person?"
"Guan Heng! Haven't you heard that it's the one who practiced magic skills?"
"Oh, Guan Heng! I heard someone say it just now... Is it him? It doesn't look like he has practiced magic skills."
"Idiot, do demons write on their foreheads that they are demons? Think about it with your toes, how can a normal person rise to the fifth rank in two years?"
"Maybe I signed a contract with some devil, and sold my young and tender body and soul..."
"Souga, I understand. No wonder everyone says that the guy who looks like a dog has a really bad heart..."
Many mouths make gold, and mosquitoes gather into thunder.
Guan Heng was surrounded by a lot of unreasonable suspicions and accusations, and more and more people gathered around him, and the discussions gradually expanded from whispers to loud science popularization and criticism in the public.
The saliva gathered into an ocean, and the pointing fingertips condensed into waves, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky, almost drowning the teenagers squeezed in the middle.
The dazzling light was under the hood, as if there was a stove on top of the head, layers of human walls blocked the circulating wind, Guan Heng lowered his head slightly, his bangs gently slid down on his forehead, blocking his eyes.
His right hand hanging by his side trembled slightly. The back of his hand was severely beaten just now, and there was a red swelling like a vine.
After listening for a long time, Guan Heng smiled slowly and gently.
"Do you have proof that I practice magic arts?"
The sound of attacking, as noisy as mosquitoes and flies, suddenly stopped.
The onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay, momentarily at a loss for words.
But people who eat melons have always come here after hearing about melons, and they don't care about the real cause of the matter. As long as jealousy and suspicion are still rooted in everyone's human nature, Guan Heng will not be able to get away easily today.
Sure enough, not long after, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Then tell me, if you didn't practice magic arts, how could you grow so fast?"
Guan Heng felt a little familiar with that voice.
The tips of his ears trembled slightly, and after a quick recall in his mind, he actually pulled out a figure and a name from the depths of his memory.
He hesitated: "...Zhao Youcai?"
The arena was quiet.
A few seconds later, someone pushed through the crowd and walked up to Guan Heng with his head held high.
It was a young man with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, bright eyes, a blue brocade robe embroidered with cloud pattern with silver thread, the fine lines were like a dragon swaying its tail, reflecting bright silver light in the sun, red lips and white teeth, his expression was flamboyant and pure .
"It's me," the young man replied, his eyes full of anger, and he said in a deep voice, "Guan Heng, I never expected that I haven't seen you for two years, and you finally embarked on this evil path."
Guan Heng couldn't laugh or cry: "What evil way?"
"That's what you told me back then!"
Zhao Youcai stared at his bright eyes, and said in a clear voice, "I'm tired of cultivating. If the barrier between man and nature can't be broken at the age of sixteen, why don't you go find some magic skills and let him take care of Xie's and Guan's? Step aside... something."
"... Can't you hear that's an angry word?"
"Words of anger are the truth!"
Zhao Youcai clasped his waist with both hands, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes. He was originally a vixen cursing the street, but it forced him to put on the temperament of a handsome and handsome boy. His tone was not so much scolding, as it was annoyed and saddened by his friend's unkindness.
The young man looked at Guan Heng and said sadly, "I still don't understand you?"
"Our two families are only separated by a street. I remember clearly how you couldn't break the barrier between heaven and man two years ago and ran around the city with a big stone on your back every day!"
"Guan Heng, tell me the truth, where have you been for the past two years? Did the Guan family drive you away, and you hold grudges against them, and you plan to go back to take revenge after practicing magic?"
What are these things
Seeing the young man's determined expression, Guan Heng felt a severe headache for a while.
The guy in front of him was from the Zhao family, and he was indeed his childhood playmate.
At that time, the Guan family hadn't developed into the current scale, and many places still relied on the local snake Zhao's family.
The Zhao family was interested in the potential of the Guan family, and wanted to cultivate a subsidiary family. The two families had a honeymoon period. The patriarch took the lead in calling them brothers, and Guan Heng was often pulled to play with Zhao Youcai.
He discovered at that time that Zhao Youcai had a manly appearance, but he was actually confused and straightforward on the inside, he was very easy to coax, and believed everything he said.
But later, with the rapid development of the Guan family, it gradually showed the momentum to surpass the Zhao family.
The Zhao family felt threatened, and their attitude towards the Guan family gradually became colder. The two were bound by the family, and gradually cut off contact.
"Zhao Youcai, Zhao Youcai," Guan Heng murmured in a low voice, "After so many years, you haven't made any progress at all, but no matter how smart you are, you won't be used as a weapon today."
Zhao Youcai kept staring at Guan Heng closely. Seeing his lips twitch, he immediately said nervously, "What are you talking about? Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."
"... Praising you for being smart."
Guan Heng smiled helplessly, his mind spinning rapidly.
It's useless to reason with these people.
What's more, today's events must be promoted by black hands behind the scenes. It is easy to smear but difficult to defend. No matter how much Guan Heng speaks, he may only get a "bad" or "boring" from the onlookers.
The students of the Central College, who eat melons, are no different from the vegetable sellers who sit on the horses and eat melon seeds in the left and right alleys.
Thinking in this way, Guan Heng turned his eyes, raised his head and said sincerely to the students: "Come on, since you have come to me today, I will talk to you about this so-called "magic art"."
"In your mind, how do you define magic skills?"
"Is it bloody and brutal during the cultivation process, causing damage to other people or things, and achieving a short-term rapid improvement of cultivation base in a method that is devoid of conscience?"
Zhao Youcai thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.
The whispers around were much quieter, and many people nodded thoughtfully.
Guan Heng smiled, his voice became softer, and he said earnestly: "So, if my cultivation process does not cause the above consequences, and if it can be promoted and reproduced, and is generally applicable to everyone present, what I practice is not magic. Right? "
— To deal with this group of guys who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, the first step must be to pull them into the water and make the situation closely related to themselves.
Sure enough, as soon as Guan Heng said the words, the surrounding people gasped in unison, and their expressions changed suddenly.
There is no cultivator who does not desire to become stronger.
"Can it be promoted?"
"I'm going, really? I can also jump five steps in two years?"
"That's right." Guan Heng nodded.
Surrounded by the crowd, he patted the hem of the skirt very easily, pinched the hem of the skirt with his fingertips casually, and pinched a gust of breeze.
The profound energy vibrated like a long sword sweeping, immediately clearing a clean space on the ground.
The few people who were close felt a chill on their cheeks, as if there was a breeze passing by.
When they lowered their heads, a small layer of stone surface had been chipped off under their feet, and the stone chips were blown away by the wind, revealing a clean cut surface, while their clothes and shoes were not damaged at all.
Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
As soon as this hand precisely controlled the profound energy, many people in the crowd suddenly changed their colors.
There were so many people before, and they all forgot for a moment that the Guan Heng whom they reviled and threatened in front of them was not an ordinary person, but a young, promising, talented and powerful man.
Seeing this, Guan Heng smiled lightly, and Shi Shiran sat down cross-legged.
"Come on," he said easily, "Before I tell you about my cultivation method, let me tell you a story."
…
Xie Ziyou lifted the corner of his skirt, carried his Xuan Gong all the way, and hurried towards the gate of the courtyard like a breeze.
He had just left before when he heard that the deacon hall had given Guan Hengjie a task card to pick a thousand Phalaenopsis within seven days.
What nonsense!
Those Phalaenopsis orchids in the back mountain are the dean's treasures, they are troublesome to raise, and even more thankless to pick - as Guan Heng's current status as the dean's disciple, why do he need to do those tedious tasks
This is obviously tripping up the protagonist again.
There is no need to guess who is behind the scenes, except for a certain guy surnamed Wu, Guan Heng doesn't know anyone at all in the academy.
Xie Ziyou held back his anger, hurried back to the courtyard to find Youqin, and asked her to take Liushu and the others to the back of the mountain to pick Phalaenopsis orchids.
After everything was arranged, Xie Ziyou walked out of the courtyard again, and heard another unbelievable news-Guan Heng was blocked by someone at the courtyard entrance, forcing him to give an explanation on the issue of magic skills.
Xie Ziyou: "..."
What kind of protagonist is this? Trouble maker
The system is also very helpless: "Youyou, your golden finger mission is over, you don't need to worry about these..."
"What do you know?" Xie Ziyou argued while flying between the pavilions, "Good after-sales service is a necessary condition for companies to seize market share."
"Yo," the system was delighted to hear, "Youyou, you did a part-time job, and you want to grab the job of Goldfinger's employees?"
Xie Ziyou's ears were reddish, his mouth curled up, pretending he didn't hear.
The wind was blowing under his feet, and he jumped tens of meters in a few ups and downs. It didn't take long before the vermilion and majestic gate of the academy came into view.
… Eh
Xie Ziyou suddenly felt something was wrong.
The crowd in front of them formed several rows and sat neatly around the ground, like stars holding the moon, surrounding the handsome young man in the center.
It's not like mobbing.
It seems to be... playing with the handkerchief
…
"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
"My God, this is too miserable!"
"A true warrior, who dares to face the bleak life, dares to face the dripping blood, I finally understand the meaning of this sentence..."
The sun moves westward, and the shadows of the trees dance.
The hottest time of the day has passed, and the cool breeze brings the unique refreshingness in the evening, the blue sky is deep, and there is a trace of red cloud in the distant sky.
A circle of people sitting on the ground raised their hands to shade the sun, while secretly rubbing their heads and wiping away their tears.
Most of them came from rich and noble backgrounds, and they focused on cultivation since they were young. A lot of resources were given to them, and they had to choose and use them.
How do you know how the poor children live in desolation outside the aristocratic family.
Guan Heng screened and adapted his own experience, telling it in an increasingly exaggerated tone.
He has excellent eloquence, cadences and twists at his fingertips, and he is born to know how to foreshadow and exaggerate, which is fascinating. He weaves the original simple story into twists and turns, suspense and suspense, which makes people fascinated.
The sense of substitution is very strong.
Xie Ziyou listened to it from afar, also feeling extremely surprised.
He blinked his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said to the system in surprise: "How come I never knew that Guan Heng still has this ability?"
"Why don't you know," the system reminded, "He told you that he has studied singing and storytelling."
Xie Ziyou thought hard for a long time, and finally pulled out a few words from the depths of his memory - as early as when he was just attached to the jade bracelet and approached Guan Heng, the boy did say something similar, but...
"Isn't that used to trick me?"
Xie Ziyou asked doubtfully, "He also said he could butcher pigs."
The system said that it can only help Xie Ziyou recall, but cannot analyze for Xie Ziyou.
Xie Ziyou bit his lower lip, tapped his toes, and jumped onto the eaves of a nearby attic.
Beside the attic grows an old tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves protruding tremblingly.
The green leaves swayed lightly and gathered into a fresh parasol, covering the young man who lay down carefully on the eaves and pricked up his ears secretly.
Xie Ziyou looked at Guan Heng in the distance.
The bridge of the nose is straight, the eyes are like stars, and the corners of the boy's mouth are slightly raised, as if smiling all the time.
The bright golden sunlight dyed his shiny black hair with a layer of floating light, and that light was also reflected in his eyes, shining brightly, like a flame that would never go out.
"… very nice."
System: "What's so good?"
Xie Ziyou rested his chin on the back of his white hand, and pointed towards Guan Heng with his slender left index finger.
"Look, he is willing to tell the story of this past, doesn't it mean that he is getting out of that experience?"
The same goes for storytelling.
For the past two years, the teenager has been trying to separate the past and reality.
He didn't want to show these abilities in front of Youyou, because they were the abilities he learned specially to please Xiannv Xie, and it was his history as a toolman of the Guan family's marriage.
"He should have let go by now."
Xie Ziyou said softly, his eyebrows and eyes gradually curved, and a gratified smile flowed from Taohua's eyes.
The breeze hit his face, like a soft and holy feather, slowly floating in mid-air, and fell on his instantly soft heart.
"...But I don't think so." The system whispered.
When questioned, Xie Ziyou was taken aback.
"Why?"
System: "Didn't you notice? Guan Heng's story has been told in a tragic direction, and artistic renderings have been used in many places, and the exaggeration is even a bit excessive."
"But there is a section, which should be the most miserable section, but he is deliberately avoiding it."
"Is there?" Xie Ziyou was suspicious, "It's already a terrible disaster, isn't it?"
"Youyou!"
The system said helplessly, "Think about it."
"The part about his father, the head of the Guan family, entrusting Youqin to come and silence... Did he mention a word?"
On the top of the wall, Xie Ziyou looked confused, resting his chin in thought.
As a bystander of the expulsion incident that year, Xie Ziyou naturally knew the whole story.
But in the minds of the audience in front of Guan Heng, whatever Guan Heng told, the story would be like that.
Especially for Zhao Youcai who was sitting closest, every brick and tile, every street and alley in Guan Heng's mouth was the place where he lived in his hometown.
Hearing Guan Heng's narration, the young man felt like he was there, and couldn't help fantasizing that all the things Guan Heng said happened to him. His father didn't kiss him, his grandpa didn't love him, and the maidservant who had taken care of him for many years was poisoned in the food. chase...
Thinking about it, Zhao Youcai's eyes turned red.
He cautiously approached Guan Heng, looked at Guan Heng's slashed cheeks, and said sadly: "Brother Guan, I'm sorry, I didn't even know, so you had such a miserable life..."
Guan Heng smiled lightly and didn't answer.
Miserable is indeed miserable, but there are more exaggerated elements, at least the part about Youyou is completely pinched out - he will not tell all the secrets hidden in his heart.
"If I had known that the Guan family treated you like this, I would have taken you to my house."
Zhao Youcai blinked his bright and round almond eyes, and said sincerely: "Which onion is he from the Guan family? Brother Guan, why don't you go home with me if you don't have a holiday, I'll call some servants, let's go to the Guan family to seek justice!"
"… no thanks."
Guan Heng was a little dumbfounded.
This guy is really cute.
How has the Zhao family cultivated an heir over the years? Aren't you afraid that he will be abducted while walking on the street
Guan Heng patted the young man's shoulder reassuringly, then lowered his head, and whispered in the young man's ear:
"You don't need to go home. You just need to tell me, whoever told you that I practiced magic kung fu will be a big help to me."
"good!"
Without hesitation, Zhao Youcai immediately said, "It's Wu Cong, Senior Brother Wu!"
Guan Heng nodded in understanding, his eyes darkened, as if there were dark waves surging in the deep sea, and the night was ups and downs.
Sure enough, it was him.
I was right in guessing, that guy Wu Cong did have a backhand.
If he hadn't returned to the academy today, but had been picking grass on the deserted back mountain for seven days in a row, how many people would have heard the rumors after seven days, and he didn't know what kind of rumors would be spread by those people.
Today it can be said that Guan Heng practiced magic skills, the day after tomorrow he can be said that he eats human flesh, and the day after tomorrow he can be said that he is a devil boy who came into the world.
After all, cultivators are just special mortals, who also have emotions and desires, and gossip and gossip have always killed people invisible. No matter how high their cultivation is, as long as people are still mixed in the fireworks of the world, they will inevitably be tossed by these things.
Guan Heng closed his eyes slightly, his mind running fast.
Wu Cong has been running the Central Academy for a long time, and it can be said that he has overshadowed the sky with one hand.
The rumors he deliberately spread, and he only relied on a little bitter story, I am afraid there is no way to fight against them.
And not everyone likes to be inspired and sold miserably, and not everyone likes to listen to stories.
While Guan Heng was thinking carefully, a voice from the crowd said impatiently:
"Hey, Guan Heng, have you finished the story? Where is the cultivation method you mentioned?"
Several people around immediately echoed.
Guan Heng raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and let it out again.
The second step in dealing with the people who eat melons is to change the topic, change the concept secretly, replace the original focus with new problems, and force them with force and lure them with benefits.
Little by little, the corner of the young man's mouth was raised, evoking a calm and confident smile, and he raised his right hand straight up, raised three fingers, and pointed directly at the sky.
"My cultivation secret has three points."
"First, practice in the remote mountains, excavate those spiritual plants that absorb the essence of the world, cook them with special techniques, and absorb them into the body."
Immediately, someone dissatisfied: "My family sells Lingzhi. I have eaten more Lingzhi since I was a child than you. How come I haven't been able to jump to the fifth step in two years?"
Guan Heng shook his head.
"I'm talking about natural spiritual plants, don't make up the numbers with the things you ripen."
"Your family sells spiritual plants, even under the guise of natural spiritual plants, how many of them are natural spiritual plants? Is it 10%?"
"You!" the man said angrily, "Don't slander..."
"Did I slander you? You go home and ask your parents." Guan Heng said in a deep voice, his tone was rarely tough, "This student, in front of all potential customers, don't ask about such things that expose your own products. It's a matter of quality."
"..."
The man was choked enough, his face turned red, he stared at Guan Heng and opened his lips silently, but in the end he couldn't say something like "My family never sells fakes".
He could only tremble with his lips, and sat back sullenly.
"I'll move on to the next point." Guan Heng said.
"Secondly, fight with wild mysterious beasts with real swords and guns, regardless of the consequences, regardless of life or death. I recommend the remote mountains and old forests where there are few people, such as Luoling."
The surrounding people gasped, and this time there were even more dissatisfied people.
Someone shouted in disbelief: "This is not cultivation, you are asking us to die!"
"You can't say that," Guan Heng smiled, and patted himself on the chest, "Look at me, didn't I survive well?"
"...you are different from us!"
Guan Heng raised his eyebrows: "What's the difference?"
"The same two eyes and one mouth, two arms and two legs, I can do it, why can't you do it?"
"..."
The disgruntled voice in the crowd just started, and then couldn't think of how to answer it for a moment, and it fell down dully.
Guan Heng let out a long sigh.
"But you are right," the young man said confidently, "We are indeed different."
"My talent is stupid, and I only broke through the barrier between heaven and man two years ago."
"As soon as everyone here was born, someone helped you clear your veins. You started to condense Xuandan at the age of three or five, broke through the first level at the age of six or seven, and broke through the second level at the age of teens. At my age at that time, I was at least a third-level cultivator. ,am I right?"
Guan Heng chuckled and touched his nose self-deprecatingly.
"Your starting line is already farther than the end of most people in the world. But why are you not as good as me now?"
The circle was silent.
After a few seconds, someone said cautiously: "...why?"
The corners of Guan Heng's mouth raised slightly, his eyes sparkled brightly.
The invisible coercion suddenly erupted from Xin's long, narrow body and spread throughout the audience.
In an instant, everyone seemed to be swept head-on by a tenth-level strong wind, which shocked everyone's hearts, and their faces were painfully scratched by the aura.
"Because you are not, enough, cruel to yourself."
The boy said every word with a loud voice.
The audience was silent.
"Does anyone have any questions about this?"
Guan Heng propped himself on the ground with one hand, and slowly got up, propping his ridiculously long legs casually. His thin calves were a healthy wheat color, with smooth lines, no obvious muscular shape, but faintly contained extremely strong explosive power.
This time no one questioned his words.
"If not, I will say the last one."
There was a smile on the corner of Guan Heng's mouth, his voice was calm, but like Huang Zhong Dalu, a thunder was startled in everyone's heart.
"If you want to become stronger, leave the family first."