… What are you hiding
That's a lot.
For example, the original owner is dead, for example, he is a fake, for example, he is still planning to make a deal with Meng Zhongguang and return to this world to meet his father and sister.
Anything that is explained may make Meng Chongguang slap Xu Xingzhi into the ground and can't get it out.
Now this question has been directly smashed into Xu Xingzhi's face by Meng Chongguang, Xu Xingzhi's heart thumped loudly, and then he fell heavily.
He forced a smile and said, "Why do you ask that?"
After staring at Xu Xingzhi and his scalp numb, Meng Chongguang threw off Xu Xingzhi's wrist angrily, and his words were a little more alienated: "Since senior brother doesn't want to say it, Chongguang doesn't ask. Go back to the tower to pack up, we will immediately Set off."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
After returning to the room according to Meng Chongguang's words, Xu Xingzhi sat on the couch in a daze.
He had nothing to pack, and none of the things in the towers belonged to him. He only symbolically took the folding fan named "Xianbi" by the original owner and played with it back and forth.
Meng Chongguang's angry look just now is really shocking, but just looking at Meng Chongguang's attitude, it doesn't seem like he has discovered the big secrets that Xu Xingzhi tried so hard to hide.
Think about it, when did Meng Chongguang change his attitude
Xu Xingzhi remembered that he only changed color after he caught his own pulse, so he also followed Meng Chongguang's movements and took the pulse of his right hand with his left hand, trying to find out what went wrong.
After a long time of diagnosis, Xu Xingzhi finally got a diagnosis.
- Recently, because of excessive worrying and strong anger, I should take supplements with medicine and pay attention to health preservation.
He didn't call out anything, just felt depressed, he shook his left hand angrily, and took the folding fan he put aside, thinking of drinking water at the table to calm down.
The next moment, Xu Xingzhi's left hand holding the fan suddenly sank.
He looked down and found that the handle of the fan in his hand had turned into the handle of a finely painted porcelain pot.
In addition to a round pot, there are two large, two small, three cups neatly arranged on the bed.
Xu Xingzhi: ... oh well.
He had only seen the fan change shape in his memories, but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.
Xu Xingzhi shook the pot and found that it was still full of water. He tried pouring a glass of water and took a sip to his lips.
The taste of this water is very sweet and refreshing, just sip a sip.
Xu Xingzhi thought optimistically, well, even if Meng Chongguang discovers his true identity in the future and abandons himself to the wilderness, he can at least fill himself with water.
He picked up the kettle and studied it carefully.
If I remember correctly, he just thought of "drinking water" in his mind, and the folding fan turned into a kettle.
Xu Xingzhi held his breath, remembering the mountain-splitting scythe used by the Central Plains Lord in battle.
The folding fan did not move, it was as quiet as death.
Xu Xingzhi retreated and asked for the next best thing, and imagined the fish intestine sword in his mind.
The folding fan was still indifferent and unmoved.
After a lot of wild thoughts, Xu Xingzhi can be sure that apart from this tea set, he can only transform the folding fan into a bundle of ropes, a roll of brocade silk, a pot of old wine, and a feather duster.
The feather duster can be used for cleaning, and the ropes and brocade silk can not be used for anything other than the convenience of hanging them at the critical moment.
… Even if you give me a small knife that can protect my body and self.
Thinking like this, Xu Xingzhi, who was full of melancholy, poured himself a large glass of wine and talked to relieve his worries.
After drinking it, Xu Xingzhi looked at the cup in hand.
He is a mortal, and he doesn't understand the complicated method of cultivating people's pulse and luck, but he at least knows that a person who has been pulled out of his bones and completely lost his spiritual power will never be able to change the shape of a folding fan like this.
He still remembered that when he first entered the wilderness, Zhou Beinan suspected that he was an awakened corpse, and swore that no one who had his roots was removed would be able to live.
At that time, Xu Xingzhi was vague in his words and barely prevaricates the past. Meng Chongguang also vouched for himself, saying that there was no trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, so Xu Xingzhi didn't think about it at all.
But as far as the current situation is concerned, after Meng Chongguang experienced a rain of spiritual stones, which caused the spiritual power to escape, this body was affected, and it actually recovered some power after hitting the ground
This is indeed a beautiful thing, but it also makes Xu Xingzhi's heart increasingly suspicious.
...for the first time he really doubted the word "knowledge of the world".
According to the "knowledge of the world", Meng Chongguang and Zhou Beinan and others acted in embarrassment, stealing artifacts, and killing his teacher. Incompetent, the root bone was pulled out, and he died tragically.
This is a story that can be justified, but now it has quietly cracked a gap.
—The body given to him by the "knowledge of the world" has not actually been removed from the root bone, but it is more like someone has sealed the spiritual power in the body.
As soon as this loophole was discovered, the words of "knowledge of the world" were no longer reasonable.
The original owner was framed for such a crime, how could Shimen easily let him go, just simply seal his spiritual power and let him leave
Since the original owner never removed the root bone, why did he die
Or, did the original owner die
In the miscellaneous conjectures, Xu Xingzhi suddenly had an idea.
- "World Sense" deliberately provided oneself with an irresistible reason to start.
On the one hand, Meng Chongguang had a deep hatred with the original owner, and on the other hand, he who took over the body of the original owner was eager to go home. The two were superimposed, and killing Meng Chongguang himself became a matter of course.
Thinking of this layer, Xu Xing suddenly felt a biting chill on his back.
But no matter how to guess, these are just guesses and can't be counted.
Xu Xingzhi carefully pinned the dagger he gave him with the "knowledge of the world" to his waist, but he did not intend to use it to kill Meng Zhongguang for the time being.
Holding the folding fan that had returned to its original state, Xu Xingzhi watched Meng Chongguang several times when he joined the crowd in front of the tower.
Meng Chongguang's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were not squinting. He called Qu Chi the Queen, and he walked in the forefront, leaving Xu Xingzhi far away.
Zhou Wang carried two knives on his back and followed Xu Xingzhi with his sleeves. Her eyes wandered between the two, and she lowered her voice to ask Xu Xingzhi, "Did you quarrel with Brother Meng?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly.
... Come to think of it, it's no wonder Meng Chongguang is unhappy.
From Meng Chongguang's point of view, Xu Xingzhi had not been removed from the root, and his spiritual power was still there, but he pretended to have no power to tie the chicken. It was obvious that he did not trust him enough, so he refused to tell the truth, and even was hit by him. After breaking this point, Xu Xingzhi still tried to fool around and was unwilling to tell him the truth.
... It is surprising that Meng Chongguang's exquisite glass heart can withstand such a blow.
But Xu Xingzhi himself was also full of injustice.
Beforehand, he really didn't know that his roots were not removed, and he didn't intend to deceive him. Besides, the spiritual power he can mobilize is pitifully thin. It's just these little tricks that turn a pot into a wine and a feather duster. No one goes to the street to perform. willing to give money.
Xu Xingzhi replied to Zhou Wang in a low voice, "He's angry."
Zhou Wang said curiously, "Hey, I haven't seen Big Brother Meng get angry."
Xu Xingzhi was a little surprised. In his opinion, Meng Chongguang's temperament must be as frequent as eating and drinking: "Has no one ever made him angry?"
Zhou Wang said, "... The people who made Brother Meng angry are dead."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."... Suddenly scared.
Not long after the group left the tower, dozens of dense black spots appeared on the vast wilderness.
As they approached the tower, the black dots gradually revealed their human shapes.
The leader was Wen Xuechen, who was trapped in a wheelchair. Thirteen years have passed, his face is still handsome and cold, and his temperament is like a floating cloud. The only thing that has changed from thirteen years ago is his completely snow-colored hair.
Behind him followed more than a dozen disciples, with different uniforms, all under the four sects.
The tower was empty, and no one came out to fight.
Wen Xuechen seemed to have no intention of going in at all.
He stopped his wheelchair dozens of feet away from the tower, bent down, and picked up a large amount of stardust shards from the ground that had lost all spiritual energy, and said to himself: "... I have clearly told him, Meng Zhongguang he He won't leave Xu Xingzhi here, but he insists on me taking a look, which is really paranoid."
He lifted the sand in his hand and turned the wheelchair to leave.
A disciple dressed in Danyang Peak asked aloud, "Senior Brother Wen, why don't you check it out? Maybe they are huddled in the tower."
"There is no flow of spiritual power here." Wen Xuechen said indifferently, "There is another person in the tower. But it's not any of them, just a cripple with a broken spine. You don't have to go in and waste your time."
Another disciple of Ying Tianchuan, who was wearing a navy blue robe and gilding his shoulders, and who looked at the uniforms with similar status to Wen Xuechen, said suspiciously, "Really? Since no one is there, why not go in and take a look?"
Wen Xuechen raised his head and said, "That's courting death."
The man smiled strangely and said, "Wen Xuechen, do you still remember your past relationship with these disobedient people?"
"With whom?" Wen Xuechen asked rhetorically.
Before the disciple could say another word, Wen Xuechen, like chasing flies, rested his elbow on the armrest of the wheelchair and waved casually.
His slap seemed to have landed in the air and disappeared, but in an instant, the person who had just uttered wild words to Wen Xuechen was knocked to the ground by a strange force, his cheeks were swollen, and blood flowed from his ears and nose.
Wen Xuechen's tone was as cold as ice: "Are you talking to me?"
After saying this, he rolled his wheelchair and left: "If you are not afraid of death, go in. If you want to live, follow me."
Two Qinglianggu disciples looked at each other and hurriedly followed, while dozens of others stayed where they were, disapproving of Wen Xuechen's words.
That disciple Ying Tianchuan took a long time to regain his senses and spat out a bloody tooth: "Fuck! This little white face!"
Another person with the same obedience as him lifted him up from the ground: "Why argue with him? After all, he was one of the four chief disciples back then."
"Bah!" Ying Tianchuan's disciple resented, "If he is really powerful, why is there no one like him in the Tianbang?"
An insider said: "At that time, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi were the first disciples of the four schools; Zhou Beinan was not as talented as his younger sister Zhou Xian, but he was considered a master of spear skills; Wen Xuechen was so serious because of his heart disease that he couldn't stand the continuation of the Heavenly Ranking. After more than ten days of intensive competition, I voluntarily gave up and refused to participate in the battlefield."
Ying Tianchuan's disciple sneered: "Speaking of a thousand words and ten thousand, he just loves to put on airs in front of us and be a hero. He really thinks he is something to put on the table."
As he spoke, he waved his arm: "Go, go in. I don't believe his alarmist talk. Even if they flee, it's still good for us to demolish this broken tower, and it's good to go back and explain to the mountain master."
He carried a silver gun and walked towards the tower first. A group of people thought what he said was reasonable, and they followed him.
As they approached, the spiritual stones and stars on the ground that were like ordinary sand and gravel floated up and down.
There was a gust of wind on the ground, and a stream of star sand rose and fell on the face of Ying Tianchuan disciple who took the lead.
He was poured into a mouthful of sand, and he couldn't help but suffocate. He spit out the sand and gravel in his mouth, but found that the sand was stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't spit it out no matter how much he spit it out.
He was amazed when he suddenly saw the sand rise on the ground and poured down his head. He hurriedly ran his gun to block it, waved away a piece of sand, narrowed his eyes and forced a look, and was shocked to find that not a single grain of sand was attached on his gun.
In an instant, the silver spear was eroded by the sand and stone, making a cracking sound, shortening, melting, and gradually disappearing.
Seeing that his hand was about to be corroded, Ying Tianchuan's disciple screamed and threw the silver spear on the ground, but in the next second, he pulled his face and howled like a pig in pain.
But within a moment, he was silent, and was drained by the sand until only his clothes were left.
After the wind and sand subsided, clothes fell to the ground in front of the tower.
The wind sent the screams of the disciples to the ears of the two Qinglianggu disciples who had escaped from death. They were stunned by the successive screams, and they walked like flying, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed of the sand.
Seeing that they would also be swallowed by the sandstorm, Wen Xuechen, who had been rocking the wheelchair slowly forward, raised his arm, and a wheel and disc shone with jasper luster flew out of his sleeve, and a gossip talisman was lasing out, blasting the three People are shrouded in it.
Kuangsha slapped violently outside, but was not allowed to enter. The offensive quickly subsided, and they all fell to the ground.
The two disciples looked in the direction of the tower with lingering fears, but they could only see the hair crowns and clothes falling all over the floor, but how dare they go back and collect the burials for the dead
Wen Xuechen closed the wheel and rolled it into his sleeve, and his complexion was not good-looking.
The formation just now made him wasted too much, his lips turned blue and white, and his breathing became slightly short.
Like the two Qinglianggu disciples, he also looked in the direction of the pagoda, in a daze.
No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
With Tao Xian and himself dragging their feet, the group naturally couldn't drive forward; Tao Xian's body was weak, and Qu Chi carried him all the way, so they couldn't walk fast.
After walking and stopping for half a day, Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang hadn't said a word.
Xu Xingzhi could see that Meng Chongguang was too choked up. He secretly turned his head to look at himself many times. After being caught by himself, he quickly turned back and bit his lip, which was a grievance.
When everyone was resting by a creek, he sat the farthest alone, refused to drink a sip of water, and wrote the words "Come and coax me" all over his body.
Xu Xingzhi originally wanted to turn the fan into a kettle and pour a glass of water to coax him, but when he thought that other people present thought that he had been pulled out of the root, and if he used spiritual power without authorization, he had to bother to explain, which was really troublesome.
He had no choice but to obediently took a cowhide water bag and went to the stream to draw water.
Noticing Xu Xingzhi's movements, Meng Chongguang couldn't hold back any longer, his face was full of joy, and he hugged his knees and waited obediently to be coaxed.
After Zhou Wang had a panoramic view of all this, he went to Zhou Beinan to report his findings: "Uncle, Senior Brother Xu watched Brother Meng all the way."
Zhou Beinan: "Shh, don't look at those two broken sleeves, the president has a needle's eye."
Zhou Wang had already passed the stalker and knew what "broken sleeves" was from the bone girl Yuan Ruzhou, covering his mouth and laughing.
However, before the smile on her face disappeared, she heard the sound of falling water coming from the stream.
Qu Chi was lying on the side of the stream washing his face properly, when he suddenly heard the sound of falling into the water, and without waiting to raise his head, he exclaimed with a look of water, "Tao Xian! Did Tao Xian fall into the water?"
Tao Xian, who was only half a foot away, couldn't help laughing and crying: "Senior Brother Qu, I'm here."
Lu Yujiu put down the kettle: "Who fell into the water?" He looked around, "Where is Senior Brother Xu?"
"Who else is there besides him?" Zhou Beinan looked at the place where Xu Xingzhi had just stopped, "... Hey, Xu Xingzhi, the water is not knee-deep, why are you pretending to die?"
However, no one responded to him except for the water ripples swaying in circles.
Yuan Ruri, who was picking fruit by the wild fruit tree not far away, frowned slightly: "…Where is the senior brother?"
Before others could notice the difference, Meng Chongguang had already rushed to the stream, and after looking around, his voice trembled and changed his tone: "...Senior brother?...Senior brother!!"
The knee-deep stream quickly became quiet, and even the ripples disappeared.
... But where is Xu Xingzhi's shadow here