Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

The next day, when Ming Xuan heard the news from others, his eyes lowered for a moment, and then he looked at Zhao Xuan, who was lazily eating breakfast next to him.

Zhao Xuan looked innocent, as if he was saying silently, look at what I do, I don't know anything.

The young man is dressed in flamboyant and bright red, and he is a unique sight wherever he goes.

"Did you do it?" Mingxuan's voice was soft but firm.

Huineng, who shared this gossip with Ming Xuan, immediately looked at Zhao Xuan, with an indescribable sparkle in his eyes.

As a disciple of Buddhism, Huineng's nature can only be restrained. Even if he doesn't like it, he can only endure it.

But Zhao Xuan... was really to his liking. He said and did things he didn't dare to do every time.

Zhao Xuan saw that Ming Xuan had already asked. After thinking about it, he was defeated by Ming Xuan's gaze and said frankly, "I just added a little bit of spice to his wine, but I didn't expect the effect to be like this." ..."good.

Wang Daoxuan is so talented that no one can rival him in his ability to commit suicide.

What narrow-minded people fear most is poor drinking capacity. Look, this is not just about changing the wine to stronger Qianri Zui, but everything is explained immediately.

Huineng had an expression of admiration on his face. He wanted to say a few words to Zhao Xuan, but Ming Xuan dismissed him directly.

Not even bothering to make excuses, Mingxuan asked him and Huiyu to set off first, and the two of them would arrive later.

Huineng...

Even if I have thousands of words, I can only hold them back in my stomach.

"Aren't you worried about your identity being exposed?" Mingxuan held the prayer beads on his wrist in his hand. There were eight characters engraved on the beads.

Be careful in your words and deeds, and concentrate on your practice.

These eight characters were different from the characters that most monks chose to engrave, which made Zhao Xuan take a few more glances unconsciously.

Zhao Xuan wondered in his mind whether the eight characters "Mingxuan" were carved by himself or by others.

He could still think clearly and answer, "It's okay, your sect competition has begun, and I'm not the only demon who secretly came to watch your competition."

The demons in the demon world will stay in the demon world most of the time, but there will also be some special times, such as the triennial sect competition in the world of cultivation. In such a lively event, some demons can't help but sneak out. .

Secretly hide the evil spirit in yourself and observe this grand event.

Ming Xuan suddenly heard the news and subconsciously turned to look at Zhao Xuan next to him, "How did you know?"

Zhao Xuan smiled, and the smile was meaningful, "I am also the young master of the demon clan, isn't it normal to know this?"

This sentence was not spoken, but was transmitted to Mingxuan's mind using sound transmission technology, so that only he could hear it.

Ming Xuan glanced at the young man next to him who always smiled openly, and he could vaguely understand why the little demon king mentioned by the storyteller was always so handsome.

Such a good-looking young man can indeed bear the word "unparalleled elegance".

"The movement here will attract people from the demon clan to investigate." Ming Xuan tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously and looked away from Zhao Xuan, "If you don't leave..."

Zhao Xuan stepped forward, his already good-looking face now magnified several times in Ming Xuan's sight, "What will happen if I don't leave? Buddha, are you worried about me by reminding me of this?"

Mingxuan, "..."

He stretched out his hand and pushed Zhao Xuan away from him.

"Talk...don't get so close."

Zhao Xuan was mercilessly pushed away by Ming Xuan, and even with such a warning, he was not angry. He raised his eyebrows with a deep smile, "Brother Buddha, Buddha has always been compassionate to all living beings. If my whereabouts are really exposed, When the time comes, you can also love and care for me."

A good sentence, in his meaningful eyes and deliberately protracted tone, seemed like flirting.

"..."

Ming Xuan was choked by Zhao Xuan's almost coquettish tone. He wanted to drink water, but he choked and coughed several times before he drank water.

"Amitabha, Donor Zhao, you shouldn't say this to this poor monk." Mingxuan clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. The red mole between his eyebrows was faintly burning.

This knowledge made Mingxuan frown slightly with his eyes closed. The red mole between his eyebrows was a symbol of his Buddhist son, and it was also...a kind of restraint on his state of mind.

It was not something he was born with, but was ordered for him by the host after he became a Buddhist disciple. This is a secret technique that allows him to understand changes in his mentality at any time.

Once his mood is obviously shaken, the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows will become hot.

This fever caused Ming Xuan to recite a sutra silently, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness...

His lips moved slightly, but he didn't say the words.

"I just want you to protect me, okay?" Zhao Xuan was surprised but not surprised by Ming Xuan's sudden chanting, but continued to "confess".

Ming Xuan avoided the important and took the easy, "Donor Zhao is joking. With your ability, you don't need my protection at all."

Zhao Xuan smiled inexplicably, "Who knows, no one can say for sure about these things."

Mingxuan moved his fingers and said nothing.

*

The competition venue is more lively today than yesterday. In the preliminary round, only 100 people need to be eliminated. There are no less than dozens of sects in the world of cultivation, and each sect chooses to send more disciples to the competition. There are almost ten disciples.

There may be only five or six people, and the preliminary round takes seven days. There are more people to be eliminated, almost 400 extra people are eliminated, leaving 100 people.

Mingxuan's performance yesterday was already impressive, and his ranking in the top ten is already stable.

Among the young monks who came to participate in the competition, there were still many amazing disciples. The Qingqing Sect had eight participants, and three of them could enter the top twenty.

There was still not much pressure on Mingxuan in the preliminary round, and the performance of the Tianfo Sect disciples was not even good.

The person Mingxuan drew today was the disciple of Qingqing Sect. This was the one who helped Mingxuan in the inn yesterday. His battle with Mingxuan was obviously more interesting than Wang Daoxuan's.

Wang Dao

Zhao Xuan stood below, not as arrogant today as yesterday. Yesterday, Ming Xuan fought against Wang Daoxuan, and he kept shouting from below that it was a good fight.

There was a different person today, Zhao Xuan just ate melon seeds and watched the battle calmly.

This difference directly made Wang Daoxuan, who had been observing Zhao Xuan next to him, turn black with anger. "This bastard really targeted me on purpose."

The other disciples of Zidian Palace were silent and said nothing, "..."

It took Mingxuan a cup of tea to win this battle. The disciple of the Wuqingmen was very graceful. He held the sword in his hand and pointed it down, facing Mingxuan.

"I lost."

Mingxuan nodded and stepped down.

Zhao Xuan put down the melon seed shell without saying a word, clapped his hands and walked over, "I won, that's awesome."

Ming Xuan glanced at Zhao Xuan and felt that his words seemed to be coaxing a child.

"Ah."

"I heard that there is a lantern festival in Yancheng tonight. Let's go and see it together?"