One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.11

　　Due to some changes, the original plan to leave today was postponed, and Zhuang Qingwen also needed to stay in the mountain for a few days.

　　Listening to the conversation between the two, Wei Chengze's lips raised slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.

　　Think about it, the "accident" Zhuang Qingwen said actually refers to him? Otherwise, he would not have said such words at this time.

　　In these days, Wei Chengze also heard Tang Mo talk about a lot of things related to the Lingyin Secret Realm, and he had a little understanding of it.

　　It is said that the Thousand Worlds were not what they are today. In the early days, apart from the richer aura, the Thousand Worlds were not much different from the Middle Thousand Worlds. There were various cultivation sects and aristocratic families, and in order to compete for There are many more resources and disputes than in the Zhongqian World. There have even been cases where two forces directly destroyed a small world in order to compete for a spiritual vein.

　　Finally one day, a powerful man couldn't stand it anymore and came directly to beat up all the sects and families, and then re-formulated a set of rules - it was that set of rules that allowed these thousands of The world has become what it is today.

　　Suddenly from a rule maker to a rule follower, naturally many people were dissatisfied and resentful, so the powerful man didn't waste any time and went straight to the door to pick the person out. If he couldn't do it once, he would beat him twice until he got the person to behave. So far.

　　After many times, no one dared to raise objections anymore, and this rule was established.

　　Thinking of Tang Mo's beaming look when he talked about these things, Wei Chengze couldn't help but have a smile in his eyes.

　　The powerful man who was later called the first-generation Immortal Lord, after arranging thousands of worlds into what he thought was pleasing to the eye, he waved his hand and opened the cracks to pursue a higher path.

　　I don't know if they were influenced by the first-generation Immortal Lords. Although the later Immortal Lords had different origins, they almost all had the temper to get into trouble when they disagreed, which made many people very distressed.

　　And the secret realm of Lingyin is said to be the small world created by the first-generation Immortal Lord with his own cultivation power, where all his property is hidden.

　　However, such legends have been circulating for nearly ten thousand years, but no one has ever really been able to get a glimpse of this crazy place.

　　It is impossible for An Yingsheng and Tang Mo to have the intention to explore such a place that is not even sure to exist. However, a while ago, Zhuang Qingwen got a piece of equipment related to the first-generation Immortal Lord by chance. Something related, and that thing is said to be able to find traces of the secret realm.

　　Therefore, even if the late Tang Dynasty was really unhappy with Zhuang Qingwen, he could only go with him.

　　According to Zhuang Qingwen's original statement, at this time, the location of the secret realm had been calculated, so the originally set departure date was today.

　　It's just that Wei Chengze's appearance must have made Zhuang Qingwen feel a sense of crisis, so he temporarily changed his mind.

　　The thing that can calculate the location of the secret realm belongs to Zhuang Qingwen. Of course, An Yingsheng cannot have any objection to this - even if this is not the case, he cannot blame Zhuang Qingwen for this kind of thing.

　　The mockery in his eyes became stronger little by little. Even if Wei Chengze didn't look, he could still imagine An Yingsheng's expression at this time.

　　Unlike Wei Chengze, who was An Yingsheng's disciple, and the shameless Tang Mo, Zhuang Qingwen's residence was in the guest room at the other end of the courtyard. I have to say that An Yingsheng was too much of a gentleman in some of his actions.

　　This was not Zhuang Qingwen's first time staying here, so he naturally didn't need An Yingsheng to lead the way. After confirming some things with An Yingsheng, he said goodbye and left his room.

　　Watching Zhuang Qingwen's leaving figure slowly go away, An Yingsheng couldn't help but have a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

　　When he saw that face, he still had an uncontrollable impulse to be nice to Zhuang Qingwen, but the unique throbbing feeling when facing him had disappeared without a trace - even An Yingsheng I don't even understand what I want.

　　Withdrawing his gaze, An Yingsheng turned his head involuntarily and looked at Wei Chengze's closed door.

　　He couldn't explain why, but he actually felt a little guilty at this time, because of what he said before, and because of his previous actions of letting Tang Mo take people away so easily.

　　An Yingsheng knew very well that there was nothing wrong with his words and deeds just now, both emotionally and rationally. Not only that, he also broke his own rules for Wei Chengze - twice, but for some reason, he couldn't help feeling...regret in his heart.

　　Whenever he thought of Wei Chengze's dimming eyes, An Yingsheng's heart involuntarily felt a throbbing pain.

　　It's obviously just such a small thing, why...?

　　With his lips pursed slightly, An Yingsheng stood there for a long time before walking towards Wei Chengze's room. The soles of the shoes rubbed against the dry grass blades, making a slight sound.

　　There was a knock on the closed door, slowly and clearly.

　　Wei Chengze turned his head sideways and looked at the figure reflected in the door. He made no sound or moved, just letting An Yingsheng stand outside the door and wait without giving any reaction.

　　Of course he didn't think that doing so would make An Yingsheng feel that he was not inside. With An Yingsheng's strength, even if he is at the foot of the mountain, An Yingsheng can easily find his location. He just... wanted to use this to test An Yingsheng's attitude.

　　Wei Chengze lowered his eyes to hide his expression.

　　After waiting for a long time and receiving no response from the people in the room, An Yingsheng's brows furrowed involuntarily. He raised his hand and wanted to buckle it down again, but put it down halfway.

　　The people in the house didn't want to see him.

　　The child with bright eyes who smiled as if he had received an unparalleled treasure every time he saw him was rejecting him with silence.

　　His heart suddenly hurt, and An Yingsheng's lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

　　An Yingsheng knew that at this time, it might be better for him to pretend that he didn't notice anything and turn around and leave, but... his fingertips moved, An Yingsheng raised his hand and directly pushed open the closed door in front of him. .

　　As soon as he entered the room, An Yingsheng's attention was attracted by the young man curled up in the chair.

　　He shrank into that small space, holding his knees tightly with his hands, and his whole body was balled up. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he raised his head, with a slightly aggrieved look in his eyes that had not yet faded.

　　This was the first time An Yingsheng saw Wei Chengze like this.

　　In his impression, this young man should always look innocent and happy - with a bright smile on his face and dark eyes that seemed to be filled with stars.

　　With a sudden sourness in his heart, An Yingsheng walked over, lifted the person off the chair, and put him on his lap.

　　He did this series of actions so naturally, as if he had done it thousands of times.

　　Gently arranging Wei Chengze's slightly messy hair, An Yingsheng softened his voice: "What's wrong?" An Yingsheng felt that after living for so long, this might be the first time he used such a soft voice. say.

　　As if he did not expect that An Yingsheng would suddenly do such a thing, Wei Chengze's body stiffened for a moment, and the hand on his side moved uneasily. But after all, he still couldn't let go of the previous things easily, so he still refused to speak. That inexplicable stubbornness made An Yingsheng look cute for no reason.

　　After retying Wei Chengze's hair that had been messed up by Tang Mo with a hair tie, An Yingsheng turned his head and looked at the messy things on the table. His eyes lingered on the unfinished straw hut for a while, and then he looked back, but the look in his eyes became softer.

　　"Have you tried to release your spiritual power?" An Yingsheng asked in a deep voice, lowering his head and looking at Wei Chengze.

　　With his ability, he could naturally see how the mess on the table was caused.

　　Most monks in the world of cultivation can do this by releasing their spiritual power. Some people even think that only by achieving this can they officially enter the door of cultivation.

　　With Wei Chengze's current cultivation level, being able to do this is enough to show how high his understanding is. But for Wei Chengze, who can almost be said to have just started practicing, doing so is too dangerous. If he is not careful, his meridians may be damaged.

　　Hearing the reproach in An Yingsheng's words, Wei Chengze pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head without speaking. However, the next second, his wrist was suddenly held, and then, slightly cold fingertips touched his pulse.

　　After the gentle spiritual energy traveled around the body, it slowly dissipated in the heart, bringing with it a slightly warm feeling. Wei Chengze was stunned, unable to recover.

　　"Fortunately, the meridians were not injured." Withdrawing his hand from Wei Chengze's wrist, An Yingsheng said, his warm breath spraying on the top of Wei Chengze's head, which was a bit inexplicably sultry.

　　He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed An Yingsheng's palm. The heat from the touching skin spread to the depths of An Yingsheng's heart.

　　Without asking aloud or shaking off the other person's hand, An Yingsheng just looked at Wei Chengze silently, waiting for him to speak.

　　Wei Chengze's hand holding An Yingsheng tightened involuntarily, but Wei Chengze still did not turn his head to look at An Yingsheng. After a long while, he said: "Master," he asked, "do you like Senior Zhuang...?"

　　Even at this time, this stubborn child still refused to call Zhuang Qingwen "Master Uncle", as if that was all he wanted. Doing it is equivalent to admitting something.

　　An Yingsheng opened his mouth when he heard this, but he didn't know how to answer Wei Chengze's question.

　　If it had been someone else who asked him this question before, he might have been able to give his answer without thinking at all, but now, he couldn't even see his own heart clearly.

　　In the long silence, Wei Chengze seemed to understand what An Yingsheng meant. He laughed softly and let go of An Yingsheng's hand.

　　"Master, don't worry, as long as it's something you like, I will definitely do it too..." Wei Chengze turned his head, with the same bright smile on his face, "I'll work hard to like it!" But his pair His eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears the next second.

　　There was a sudden stabbing pain in his heart, and An Yingsheng even wanted to hug the person into his arms regardless of it, kiss the tip of his ear, capture his lips, and tell him that he didn't have to wrong himself so - he closed his eyes suddenly, An Yingsheng's breathing became rapid as he suppressed the surging emotions in his chest.

　　——He can't do this.

　　If you do something like this before you understand your own feelings, the person in front of you will definitely be hurt in the end.

　　Even An Yingsheng couldn't help but feel despised by himself for having such dirty thoughts just now.

　　Not daring to think about it any further, An Yingsheng changed the subject a little stiffly: "Have you finished today's bone refining?"

　　I don't know if he noticed An Yingsheng's thoughts, but Wei Chengze raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Of course. "