The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

The day Yanxing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been half a month of rain in Lueyang City.Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

The whole flower street was immersed in the mist of water, it was not yet night, there were no red lights and lanterns, only the girl who walked in the alley from time to time with a few umbrellas, carrying the skirt in one hand, carefully bypassing the water on the blue stone plate, The figure is light, and the skirt corners are flying in the wind and rain.

The spring-sleeved building has not yet been lit, all illuminated by large open wooden windows and a brazier in the hall.The people who drink alcohol have all kinds of teachings, and they are often led by seven or eight friends. They gather together at a table. Local dialects are mixed together, and laughter and scolding are heard throughout the lobby.

The young boy by the window wears a sword in white, and sitting at a table alone will only make one feel graceful.

As for the messy old clothes in the corner and the kid with a knife on his back, although he was dressed as a ranger, because of his childish face, he was more like a city gangster. In this situation, sitting alone seemed to be lonely.

Unexpectedly, he asked for the cheapest Xifeng Lie, accompanied by a plate of vinegar and soaked peanuts, and was relishing himself.

Suddenly a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Guest, your wine money has not been settled."

Everyone looked at it soundly, and saw that the little girl with water spirits stood up behind the counter, and Xing's eyes were round.

And the six or seven big men who had come to the door also stopped, a burst of laughter broke out, and they turned around scoldingly.

Drinking and chatting in the hall, as well as businessmen who often run business in the Panlongling area, there was a series of pumping sounds.The nervous look infected the other unknown drinkers.

The big-faced men were obviously satisfied with their deterrence and the silence at the moment. They walked to the counter, and some people lifted their feet and kicked a table.Fierce shot, the wood table shattered.

It was like a certain conventional signal that the drinkers threw their glasses away and rushed out of the door in a panic.

The lobby was empty in a flash.

The headed Dahan had walked to the counter and smiled with a fleshy face, "You don't know anything, your grandfather doesn't care, but the brothers may not agree, what do you say?"

There was another burst of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of foul language.

The thin girl didn't speak, like she was scared.

Seeing that the counter is about to be cut with a machete, the tragedy will be born, but today is destined to be different.

"Drink and pay, what should I do?"

It turned out to be the little bastard sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.

His presence was so low that no one noticed when he came.

The mountain bandits in Panlong Ridge have seen the world, and have practiced shallow forging body exercises. After a glance, they know whether the other party is a hard stubble.If you are a practitioner, the breath and coercion are different from ordinary people.

At this time, there was a fearless sip, "Where is the king's eight lambs, get away."

Yan Xing didn't roll, so he opened his fist sideways, so he had to reach out and draw a knife.

Before hitting the handle of the knife, a breeze came suddenly behind him, and a harrier turned over and jumped onto the wine table. The knife made a stick in the sheath, hitting the opponent's heart with a backhand.

The man collided with the fist of the bandit again and took a strong punch.Yanxing jumped up and down, swimming fish were generally fighting between them, and the cups and wine cups were all like guns and arrows for him.

He used his strength and flexibility, and seemed extremely chic. Unfortunately, he was outnumbered, and soon he saw the red and was turned over on the ground.Kicked in my heart.

"This little boy! You call grandpa, spare your life today..."

Without saying a word, Yan Xing sipped up with blood.

The bandits in the hills were ignited and angered, without the use of knives. The kicks were getting heavier and heavier, and there was a tendency to kill people alive.

The girl from Reveal drew a sword from the dark box at the counter and rolled up her sleeves to get on.

"Zheng--"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking the wind, the bandit fell straight back.A wooden chopstick nailed into his Dazhui point.

Looking closer, the forgotten boy in white has put down the bowl, holding the remaining chopsticks in his hand.

Yan Xing barely opened his eyes, he could not see the face of the man in blood, but only heard one sentence,

"Desolate Sword."

He thought to himself, what kind of stuff?

The bandits of the mountains swarmed up, and the machete raged.

The young man's eyelids were not lifted, and he took another chopstick from the chopstick holder.

Yan still couldn't stand up with all his strength, and he kneeled on the ground with his knife and vomited blood.Is it time to read poetry?!

"Yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the blue house is orchestral."

The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young son Shi Shiran stood up with his sleeves full of wind.

After reading these two sentences, the mountain bandit rushed right in front of him, and he rolled his sleeves and hit people.

Sven, who didn't read poetry at all, fisted to the fierce play of meat.

Shouting and begging for mercy resounded through the spring.

Wei Jingfeng didn't need Zhenyuan and Jianqi, and he relied solely on physical strength to overturn this group of people, so that they would lie on the ground with more air and less air.

Trouble is happy.

Then he glanced at the kneeling bastard and reached out to pull the person up.

Yan Xing didn't know what was going on. The man actually pulled him, and a breath of Peiran Moyu rushed down the vein, and his body didn't hurt anymore.

The girl Luhua served them a bottle of wine, and then took the iron lock to clean up the mess.

Yan Xing still hadn't recovered, before he even felt like he was dying.

Wei Jingfeng saw him like this. As an elder, he couldn't help telling him something about life,

"The little girl entered the threshold of practice early, which is more than enough to deal with a few third-religion and nine-religion. It's just that there are guests in the building. No matter how busy you are, you don’t have to think about it. How can you dare to open a store in this street without any skill or backing?"

After he finished speaking, he gave birth to the illusion that he was a good person for the first time.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xing did not regret it, only asked, "I don't want to do anything, it's my business. Does she have the ability or backing, what's the matter to me?"

Juggernaut is happy, thinking this kid is a little bit interesting.It's really rare to be as stupid as to follow your original intentions without regard to consequences.

He had acted arbitrarily, and he blurted out a flash word, "I accept you as an apprentice."

"why?"

Juggernaut poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a saying called'Small unevenness in the chest, you can eliminate the wine, the world is uneven, non-sword can not be eliminated.', you follow me, learn some skills, see the uneven road in the future, just fine Go up to death."

Yanxing looked at the delicate short sword in the waist of the opponent and grinned.

"Swords are hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites than true gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice swords, nor do I want to be a gentleman. I want to learn swords and be a hero."

"Who said you have to be a gentleman with a sword? A sword or a sword, just a utensil. An apprentice of an old man, learn whatever you want."

Yan Xing thought, I can see that you are a great man, not a mortal, but I have not agreed, how can I become your apprentice?

Also, you are at most as old as me, how can you become an "old man"?

He also poured himself a bowl, "After speaking for so long, I still don't know how to call your Excellency?"

If it wasn't for the other person to share his temperament, and chatting happily, he was too lazy to ask.

"Wei Jingfeng."

Yanxing almost knelt down and once suspected that he had misheard, "What?"

The young boy clapped his short sword on the table with a bang, "Someone called me Juggernaut."

*****

Yan Xing has always felt his life was good.

When he was a teenager, he worshipped the sword saint and really worshipped the master, although the master was very different from the legend.After entering the Tao, he did many things that other people saw as death, but none of them succeeded.Even under the moon sword of Lin Yuangui's return, he could fight back his life.

But until many years later, he was still puzzled: Master is clearly not a scholar, why did he meet the scriptures and verses on the day he met him?

Where did he know that that day was exactly when Mr. Zhang Yuan worked out the specific position of the twin stars in the world? Jian Sheng returned from the academy, had an argument with Mr. Zhang Yuan, and listened to the poems of the stomach. There was nowhere to resolve.

When I borrowed wine to relieve my worries, I just saw him.

I also saw the shadow of my youth, blood, stupidity, and loneliness.

Yan Xing said it was my business if I could not do it. Did she have the ability or rely on the mountain to deal with me?

Wei Jingfeng thinks what choice I make is my business. How does Tiandao arrange what matters to me?

That's how it should be.

The karma report in the world is unclear. Yan Xing thought it was the sword saint who saved his life, but he did not know that he had helped the sword saint.

Many years have passed since autumn rain, they are still drinking and watching girls in Chunxiulou.The city gangster has become an unruly hero, and the white man is still a teenager.

After Yin Bi became more and more drunk, Wei Jingfeng said a lot with Yan Xing.

Speaking of Meteor Abyss, Sword Tomb, Stalks of Life.

At first he patted the table and scolded him, "I don't worry, just like you, nine lives are not enough to die."

Finally, he said, "But don't change it..."

When Yin Biyue was awake, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without any nostalgia.

Yanxing was drunk for half a month.

Fortunately, Wei Jingfeng returned from a dead life, and all the words became daily teaching, not a last word.

Only Yanxing can revisit the old things without shadows,

"Hey, my master said that like me, nine lives are not enough to die."

Song Tang was startled, "Jiansheng is right."

Yanxing turned to look at him, his eyes full of smiles, "That's right? In fact, there is a sentence behind it,'After the old man leaves, find someone to treat you.' Is this sentence right?"

"This... is also right." Speaking of this, Song Tang hurriedly bid farewell, "Today's official document has not been read, and Yan Daoyou is lost."

He jumped from the tree and walked towards the Qinglu main hall.There was a low laughter from behind the man.

The night was hazy, and the tree shadow whirled.

Even if a disciple bumps into the solemn head and talks with a drunken man in a tree, he still thinks he is wrong.

Such a thing as going to the Qinglu Mountain at night is really a rebirth.

Because of the consequences before the Qing Dynasty, Yan Xing didn't even know what was going on.

*****

The three disciples under the sword hall are recognized as prodigals.

When the teenager became famous, he drew his sword to cut off the water and dashed, the horizontal knife immediately indulged in drinking, a pair of spring water peach blossom eyes, hooked the innocent girl's heart.

But everyone who has seen him knows that he is neither passionate nor passionate.At some point, there are still some dull and uncomprehending customs.

What a shame.

So when people heard that Yan Xing thinned Song Shaomen, he was broken.Isn’t the first reaction true? I don’t believe it, but... finally waiting for this day!

It's not too much to watch the excitement, and running around telling each other is more happy than breaking through.

Later, Yan Xing was drunk and boldly said "people are sweeter".This matter is even more fuelled by passers-by.

The Qinglu Sword School advocates hard work, stricter discipline, and more reputation.

Song Tang chased and fled with him in this way, and ran through most of Nanlu.

At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was particularly injustice, all of which were caused by drinking mistakes and rumours.He is not a disciple at all.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sides sat down and talked. When the Demon Army attacked, they fought side by side. After the war, they had a long conversation, and he finally realized that he was indeed a rogue.

As long as you see Song Tang, you want to be confused.

The irrefutable facts are in front of us, no matter how strong the wine is, we will not bear this pot.

For this reason, he did not see Song Tang for a while.When you're irritable, you can find a fight with your brother and a fight with your fourth brother.Go down the mountain to find new and interesting things to do.

After a while, I woke up and found out that I couldn't do it at all. Sooner or later, I had a heartbreak in the path of enlightenment. So I really wanted to see you and went to see it.

Did not move the foot, think about it, not too muddy.Yanxing thought so.

Duan Chongxuan saw a bit of clues and smiled at him.

The day goes on like this.Years in a hurry.

It wasn't until Yanxing wandered across the middle land that he met Chen Yi under Lianjian Mountain.This was not the first time they met, but they met with Pingshui in the past and nodded differently.

Chen Yi said that spiritual practice has reached a bottleneck, and since he is practicing the sword, he is willing to meet with the monarch.

Yan Xing readily accepted.