In the middle of the night, the banquet was scattered, Xu Xingzhi returned to the east hall, changed the banquet clothes stained with alcohol to casual clothes, touched the bookcase containing the pen and paper, went to the side hall, lit a bean lamp oil, and began to copy the scriptures.
However, drinking too much at night, and there is no charcoal fire in the side hall, the chill quickly invades the body, and the transcription is the most exhausting, and within a quarter of an hour, Xu Xingzhi, who is drinking up, feels that the pen is very close, and the cold is mixed. Even if you pinch it several times, it doesn't work.
Soon, he fell asleep on the table.
I don't know how long ago, the door of the side hall was knocked: "Senior brother, it's me. Can I come in?"
In addition to the urge to drink, and because of the two consecutive battles today, Xu Xingzhi slept very deeply, and naturally he would not respond to the sound of the door.
Calling the door failed, the nine lanterns outside the door slightly pursed their lips: "Senior brother, I am taking the liberty."
He brought a charcoal basin into the door, hooked and closed the door with his toes, and turned his eyes around a few times before focusing on the sleeping Xu Xingzhi.
Seeing this scene, Jiuzhilan didn't think much about it. He put down the charcoal basin, turned over Xu Xingzhi and only copied the beginning of the scriptures and looked at it, then he put the bamboo slips away and put them in his arms.
There is a small bed for people to rest in the side hall. Jiuzhilan knelt on the bed, rolled up his sleeves to clean the bed, and brought a very thick quilt before returning to the table and respectfully said to the sleeping Xu Xingzhi. : "Senior brother, offended."
Immediately, he protected the back of Xu Xingzhi's neck with one hand, hugged Xu Xingzhi's knee with the other, and hugged him horizontally.
Xu Xingzhi slept cold, and was picked up by someone in his sleep. He only felt the warmth, and instinctively got into Jiuzhideng's arms, and put his forehead into his arms.
Through the clothes, Jiuzhi Deng can also feel the coldness on Xu Xingzhi's skin. Thinking of the reason why his brother became like this, he unconsciously lowered his voice to the lowest level: "Senior brother, is it cold?"
Xu Xingzhi shook his head: "It's not cold."
Saying it wasn't cold, his palms and feet felt chills. Jiuzhideng put him on the bed, and when he was about to take the quilt to cover him, Xu Xingzhi turned his body, and the loose clothes rolled up a little with his movements, revealing a touch of white at the back of his waist.
Obviously it was just an insignificant place, but Jiuzhideng saw the tip of his ears turn red, and he closed his eyes in a panic, trying to pull up the clothes for Xu Xingzhi.
However, as soon as his hand was touched, Xu Xingzhi held it down on the spot.
He murmured vaguely: "...don't touch it, it hurts in the back."
Accompanying Xu Xingzhi for many years, Jiuzhideng knows that he has been injured almost everywhere on his body, and his waist is no exception.
Today, he fought twice, was too laborious, and sat and drank for a long time, so he was afraid that his waist could not bear it.
However, Jiuzhideng looked at the whiteness, but his mind couldn't help but deviated from the right track.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly with tension, and the expression on his face gradually changed from calm to a turbulent undercurrent.
After a long while, he half-kneeled and took Xu Xingzhi into his arms, so excited that his whole organs were burning.
That line of seductive white made him forget his shape, and whispered: "Senior brother, brother..."
Xu Xingzhi was pulled on the sore part of his waist, and he murmured in a low voice: "Uh..."
The sound almost drove Jiuzhideng crazy, and he tightened his arms more and more, as if jumping off a cliff with a long rope, pulling back and forth between uncontrollable indulgence and a line of reason.
Soon, he aimed at the lips that were slightly spitting alcohol, and bit them inexperienced.
Xu Xingzhi hissed. He suffered from pain in his sleep, but he was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes at all, so he could only push the shoulders of the person in front of him by instinct: "... Chongguang, don't make trouble. Senior brother is sleepy..."
Jiuzhideng woke up suddenly, broke free from the confusion, got down from the bed in embarrassment, caressed his lips filled with the smell of wine, and was stunned for a while, he hurriedly pulled the quilt for Xu Xingzhi, and put out the candlelight with one sleeve. , ran out of the side hall.
As soon as the front foot came out of the hall, and before he could calm down, Jiuzhideng heard a cold and ironic voice coming from his side: "Senior Brother Jiuzhideng?"
Jiuzhideng was in a state of impatience, and when he turned his head sharply, Meng Chongguang was taken a step back in shock.
When he came back to his senses, Meng Chongguang teased him: "Brother, what's the matter? You blushed like this, drunk and drunk?"
As soon as the word "wine" was mentioned, Jiuzhideng felt that his mouth was full of the aroma of wine, and his heart beat like a drum for a while. He didn't care about quarreling with Meng Chongguang, he just gave him a cold look, and then turned and left very quickly.
As soon as he left, Meng Chongguang immediately pushed the door and entered the side hall.
Xu Xingzhi was sound asleep, unaware of Meng Chongguang's terrifyingly cold eyes when he turned him over and saw his slightly swollen lips.
… the smell of that person is everywhere. Inside the hall, in the room, senior brother's body, including his lips, were all stained by the man.
Meng Chongguang leaned close to Xu Xingzhi's ear and whispered, his deep and terrifying eyes were completely different from those of the past: "...Why do you want others to touch you, senior brother. I'm not happy, I will punish you ."
Soon after, the hall was filled with the fragrance of plants.
When Xu Xingzhi inhaled for the first time, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to sense that the smell was not good, but the smell was everywhere, and Xu Xingzhi inevitably inhaled it into his body.
Meng Chongguang was not in a hurry to go to bed. After letting the fragrance of the plants wrap Xu Xingzhi, he took a new bamboo slip and copied the scriptures under the moonlight.
After half an hour.
Xu Xingzhi felt that he had fallen into the sea of confusion and floated in the white space. He tossed and turned on the bed, panting heavily, with his neck thrown back, his breaths full of pain and unspeakable joy.
Meng Chongguang was quite proud at first, learning Xu Xingzhi's handwriting while humming a little song, but as time passed, he realized what it meant to be a cocoon.
… He was so fidgety that he was irritable, and his writing was out of rhythm, and even his lips went white.
Forced to finish the transcription, Meng Chongguang immediately threw himself back on the bed, lifted the quilt and rolled in.
Xu Xingzhi didn't know what dream he had, he was being tossed and groaned, his clothes were wet, but his body was warm, and some places were even scary.
Meng Chongguang drilled his head out of the quilt, wrapped around Xu Xingzhi's waist, and climbed up layers of vines along the foot of the bed, connecting Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi's ankles, and a few thin vines were still along the way. Xu Xingzhi's loose trouser legs penetrated.
After a while, Xu Xingzhi's panting suddenly increased: "Don't... um~"
Meng Chongguang rested on Xu Xingzhi's shoulder, his eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his lips were smiling, and he said to himself contentedly, "Senior brother, it's so bad that you seduce me like this."
Xu Xingzhi was sweating profusely when he woke up the next day, and when he got up, he was so full of thoughts that he almost rolled off the bed.
... I had a lot of weird dreams last night.
At first, Xu Xingzhi dreamed that he was tied to a chair, his eyes were blindfolded, his legs were lifted and torn apart by unknown soft objects, and he could not struggle. A soft monster with many limbs lingered on him, teasing him. He was about to curse, but he couldn't stop, and gradually lost his strength, so he could only let him play.
Xu Xingzhi only felt that he was a book, and was flipped through from the beginning to the end, and wherever the person's fingertips went, it seemed like he was flirting.
The second dream is more deviant. He went to the pond to take a bath. Halfway through, the entire clear pond turned into a book-turner, swallowing him in one bite. In the utter darkness, his right foot cramped three times, and it was still painful at the moment. .
Xu Xingzhi came back to his senses, only to realize that there was a bulging bulge in the quilt beside him. He stretched out his hand to lift the quilt and closed the quilt again with his bare arms. Xu Xingzhi disturbed his sleep.
Now Xu Xingzhi knew who was inside, he couldn't stop laughing, patted the furry head hidden in the quilt and refused to show his face, tidy up his clothes and socks, got out of bed and walked to the table, only to see a volume of transcribed " Taishang Yuanshi Tianzun said the wonderful scripture of the Northern Emperor's curse of the devil and the gods" was placed on it, the ink was dry, and the handwriting was the same as Xu Xingzhi.
Holding the bamboo slip, the corner of his lips smiled when he heard a change at the door.
Xu Xingzhi raised his eyes and saw that it was Jiuzhideng standing at the door of the temple.
He seemed to have something to say, but before he could speak, Xu Xingzhi raised his finger to signal him to keep his voice down, so as not to disturb Meng Chongguang's sleep.
He put on his robe, stepped on his shoes, walked out the door, closed the door, and said, "Why are you looking for me?"
In his hand, he still held the bamboo slips that Meng Chongguang had copied.
Jiuzhideng was dressed in heavy clothes, with a stern face, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the bamboo slips, his voice sounded a little strange: "Brother, did you finish copying the scriptures last night?"
Xu Xingzhi waved his hand: "Where did I copy this? I was sleepy last night and fell asleep early, but I was very tired. He helped me to bed last night, took good care of me, and even finished copying the scriptures for me. You and I are sleeping soundly, you and I have to speak in a low voice, don't disturb him. ... Xiao Deng, you came to look for me early in the morning, what's the matter?"
Jiuzhideng put his hands behind his hands, and the cold Xiao Shu between his brows was the same as before: "Today, I have a match against a disciple from Qinglianggu. I would like to ask my senior brother to give some pointers on swordsmanship."
Xu Xingzhi happily agreed and rubbed his head: "Okay. You wait for me on the training ground for a while, I'll wash up... Cough, I'll find you after changing clothes."
Jiuzhideng nodded and watched Xu Xingzhi return to the side hall, and then took out the bamboo slips from the back that were copied by Xu Xingzhi last night.
At this time, the bamboo slip has been copied.
However, it seems that there is no need to send anything out.
Jiuzhideng put the bamboo slips back into his arms and turned to leave.
Xu Xingzhi turned back into the hall, and just as he tiptoed to close the door, he heard an abrupt question from behind: "... Who was Senior Brother talking to?"
Xu Xingzhi was startled, but when he turned around and saw Meng Chongguang standing barefoot on the ground, staring straight at him, he frowned, and went up to carry the child who did not know the importance of it and threw it back. On the bed: "Go down to the ground without wearing socks. You are really capable. Who cares if you are cold and sick? I don't have to take care of you."
Meng Chongguang was unrelenting: "Who was Senior Brother just talking to?"
Xu Xingzhi: "Xiao Deng. He said he wanted me to teach him swordsmanship."
Meng Chongguang hugged the quilt tightly, and said quite unconvinced, "I also want senior brother's guidance."
"You?" Xu Xingzhi almost laughed out loud, "You really need to give some pointers, otherwise, like last time, you will be beaten down without two moves, which will be a shame."
"Senior brother laughs at me!"
"No, no." Xu Xingzhi touched Meng Zhongguang's shaved hair and coaxed him, "Senior brother, I feel sorry for you."
Meng Chongguang blushed when he was touched, he hummed comfortably, and stopped losing his temper.
After soothing the fried heavy cat, Xu Xingzhi planned to go back and change his clothes.
… especially to change into a pair of obscene trousers.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, Meng Chongguang grabbed him from behind, and asked again confidently: "I want a kiss!"
Xu Xingzhi snorted: "What's wrong? How old are you? I'm asking you? It looks taller than me..."
Meng Chongguang didn't speak, just raised his head and looked at him pitifully, the little milk cat-like eyes and the faint dark blue under his eyes instantly softened Xu Xingzhi's heart.
After all, it was this little guy who served him personally last night and copied scriptures for himself, so what's the harm in coaxing him
Thinking like this, Xu Xingzhi kissed him on the forehead.
Meng Chongguang was picky and coquettish: "Not sweet enough!"
Xu Xingzhi blushed slightly, and slapped him on the head: "Stop making a fuss! Put on your clothes! Always sleep naked and not afraid of typhoid fever."
Meng Chongguang blinked his eyes: "How warm is it to hold senior brother like this, senior brother doesn't like it?"
… Xu Xingzhi fled.
Forgive him now that he will feel weak in his legs when he hears any word related to "holding". What's more, Meng Chongguang's expression, half joking and half serious, actually made Xu Xingzhi feel a little itchy.
However, the most important event of the Tianbang test is placed here, even if Xu Xingzhi is excited again, once he steps on the stage, his mind will calm down.
In this round, his opponent was Zhou Xian, and the two were also old opponents. When they met, there was not much tension between them, and it was as relaxed as a tea party.
Zhou Xian greeted: "Senior Brother Xu, you are looking good today."
Xu Xingzhi also found this in the mirror when he was taking a shower today. Thinking of the strange dream last night, he really felt amazing.
Could this be the legendary harvesting yin and replenishing yang
... But no matter what Xu Xingzhi thinks, he feels like the one who was picked.
Zhou Xian took out the short spear from his waist, took the long spear from behind, turned it around each turn, and held it in his hands: "Brother Xu is competing with me today, do you only use a folding fan?"
Xu Xingzhi took his mind back: "Guess what?"
Zhou Xian said with a smile: "To be honest with Senior Brother Xu, I secretly participated in the gambling game yesterday and laid down some hidden spiritual stones. I bet you are still fighting with a folding fan."
Xu Xingzhi stroked the fan and sighed: "How could I be willing to let Xiao Xian'er lose?"
After that, he leaned down, held a fan in one hand, and bowed to Zhou Xian: "...Please."
Zhou Xian's spear skills are superb, the spear is like a dragon, the momentum is dense, like the wind and lightning, and he has the delicate mind of a woman, so the transition to punctuality is not leaking.
Many people would rather draw Qu Chi than Zhou Xian, and this is the reason: fighting with Zhou Xian requires great patience and physical strength, otherwise they will only be dragged down by her.
However, Xu Xingzhi only used less than ten moves to win the victory.
He didn't compete head-on with Zhou Xian at all. After eliminating Zhou Xian's first wave of attacks, he turned to the corner of the ring, pushed his sleeves, and stirred up the spiritual power of his whole body!
Zhou Xian is proficient in spear art, and her level of spiritual power is not low, but she couldn't resist such a surging sea of spiritual power, she stepped back ten steps, and fell off the ring!
When she was about to fall to the ground, a gossip sapphire talisman rushed from afar, supporting Zhou Xian's waist, while Xu Xingzhi flew down from the high platform, grabbed Zhou Xian's cuff, and sent her down smoothly On the ground, both feet just floated to the ground.
According to the rules of the ranking, whoever touches the ground outside the stage first will lose, so Zhou Xian lost without any suspense.
A few monarchs in high positions were also surprised when they sensed the strength of this wave of spiritual power.
Fuyao Jun of Qinglianggu praised: "Although Xu Xingzhi's actions are a bit reckless, the position of the first apprentice of Fengling Mountain is really well-deserved for him."
Qing Jingjun looked at Xu Xingzhi below, his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Well. And he is not reckless, just a boyish spirit."
On the other side, Danyang Peak Mingzhao Jun also said: "This child's demeanor reminds me of the Qingjing Jun that year."
Qing Jingjun did not hesitate to praise: "Better than me."
When all the monarchs praised Xu Xing to Qingjingjun, Guangfujun frowned, and his expression could not hide his worry.
After sending Zhou Xian to the ground, Xu Xingzhi let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Xiao Xian'er, accept it."
At first, Zhou Xian was surprised by the abundance of spiritual power in Xu Xingzhi's body, but after thinking about it, she was relieved.
The right path to the Immortal Sect, only through careful cultivation can such results be achieved. Xu Xingzhi can only rely on himself when he can go from a common man to where he is today.