Chapter 27： The villain wants to divorce 27

Stepping into the main entrance of the college, following the spacious vermilion gate all the way to the book pavilion in the depths of the quiet path, Guan Heng gradually felt something wrong.

He is an unknown person here, except for Xie Ziyou and Wu Cong, it stands to reason that there is no half of acquaintances.

But along the way, he has gained a lot of weird eyes, with excellent ear power, he can hear people pointing and whispering not far away from time to time.

what's the topic?

Is he famous now?

Just as Guan Heng was puzzled, a boy with a tall nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes walked towards him. His back was straight and he was holding a roll of straw paper loosely in his hands.

Seeing Guan Heng from a distance, he frowned and unfolded the paper and took a few glances, and compared Guan Heng's face with a trace of disdain. He spit out-as if there was a large garbage dump in front of him.

Guan Heng: "..."

He spent two years in the valley, knowing that he might not be at the peak of his appearance.

But after all, he is the face that the Guan family cultivated for the marriage, and if he doesn't take care of it, he is also a wild and beautiful little handsome guy. He is not so ugly as to be spit on walking?

Guan Heng walked a few steps quickly, caught up with the boy, and raised his hand to pat the man's shoulder: "Wait for classmates, I think... I haven't offended you, right?"

"Snapped!"

The boy with thick eyebrows slammed his open and closed hands, his eyes widened, "Don't touch me!"

His reaction was so intense that it was unexpected. Guan Heng was stunned for a moment, and his outstretched palm was emptied for a few seconds, and he fell helplessly.

The back of his hand was flushed.

"I don't know how you got into the academy," the young man's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, his face flushed, "We are part of our duty to practice, and we follow the right path, and we rely on our own efforts for every bit of profound energy. You can cultivate, regardless of your cultivation level, you have a clear conscience anyway."

"And you, practising magic skills, rely on some evil spirits-don't you feel ashamed?!"

Magic?

Guan Heng was stunned in place, and said in disbelief: "Who told you that I did magical work?"

"Does this still need to be said?" The young man gritted his teeth. "In two years, ordinary people who have never been able to cultivate have become a Tier 5 cultivator. If you have not cultivated magic power, could your profound strength be blown by the strong wind?"

Guan Heng stared at the young man blankly, his eyes blank.

He had also heard about magic power before.

But there are no real immortals and no real demons. There are only people who practice different exercises. Guan Heng knows that some exercises are too cruel and tyrannical. When they were exposed, they were called magic skills by the world. I wonder, how could this accusation fall on me out of thin air?

Just because I am progressing too fast, like taking a shortcut?

The scorching sun was scorching the earth, and even the scalp was numb after being exposed to this light for a long time.

Hearing the quarrel between the two, other students passing by also gradually gathered and formed a wall of people, enclosing the two confronting each other in the middle.

"What are you arguing about? Who is this person?"

"Guan Heng! Didn't you hear about it, the one who cultivated magic skills."

"Oh, Guan Heng! I heard someone say just now...Is it him? It doesn't look like he has done magic skills."

"Idiot, will an evil demon write on his forehead that he is an evil demon? Think about it with your toes, how can a normal person be promoted to the fifth rank in two years?"

"Maybe I signed a contract with some devil to sell my young and tender soul and soul..."

"Souga, I understand. No wonder everyone said that a guy who looks like a dog has a bad heart..."

Many mouths are gold, and mosquitoes become thunder.

A large number of unprovoked suspicions and accusations have wrapped Guan Heng in layers, and the surrounding people gathered more and more. The discussion began to whisper and gradually expanded into a loud-sounding scientific popularization and offensive in the public.

The saliva converged into an ocean, and the fingertips of the pointing fingers condensed into a wave, overwhelming the sky, almost drowning the young man squeezed in the middle.

The dazzling light was under the hood, as if there was a stove above his head, with layers of human walls blocking the circulating wind, Guan Heng hung his head slightly, and the bangs on his forehead gently slid down to block his eyes.

His right hand hanging beside him trembled slightly, the back of his hand was beaten severely just now, and a vine-like redness and swelling appeared.

After listening for a long time, Guan Heng smiled slowly and softly.

"Say I practice magic arts, do you have any evidence?"

The noise of the crusade, as noisy as mosquitoes and flies, suddenly stopped.

The onlookers looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while.

But the people who eat melons have always come here to hear melons. Wherever they care about the real cause of things, as long as jealousy and suspicion are still rooted in everyone's human nature, Guan Heng cannot easily escape today.

Sure enough, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Then you said, if you hadn't cultivated magic power, how could your cultivation base grow so fast?"

Guan Heng felt a bit familiar with that voice.

The tips of his ears trembled slightly, and he quickly recalled something in his mind, and he actually pulled out a figure and a person's name from the depths of his memory.

He hesitated: "...Zhao Youcai?"

The venue was quiet.

After a few seconds, someone squeezed away from the crowd and walked up to Guan Heng with their heads high.

It was a young man with red lips and white teeth. His face was beautiful, his eyes were clear, and his cyan brocade was embroidered with moiré patterns with silver threads. The fine lines were like swimming dragons wagging his tail. The sun reflected bright silver light, his lips were red and teeth were white, and his expression was open and pure. .

"It's me," the young man replied, his eyes full of anger that hates iron and steel, and said in a deep voice, "Guan Heng, I didn't expect to see you in two years. You finally set foot on this evil road."

Guan Heng couldn't laugh or cry: "What evil way?"

"That's what you told me back then!"

Zhao Youcai stared bright eyes and said in a clear voice: "I'm so bored with practice or something. If the barriers of human beings cannot be broken at the age of sixteen, they can just go find some magic tricks and give them all to Lao Tzu. Step aside... or something."

"...Can't you tell that is angry?"

"The words of anger are the truth!"

Zhao Youcai squeezed his waist with his hands and raised his eyebrows and eyes. He was originally in a posture of a shrew cursing the street, but he forced him to assume the temperament of a handsome young man. His tone was not so much a curse, but rather an unsatisfaction and sadness towards his friends when they met others.

The boy looked at Guan Heng and said with a heartache, "I still don't know you?"

"Our two families are only separated by one street. Two years ago, you couldn't break the barrier between heaven and man, and you were running around the city with a big stone on your back. I remember it clearly!"

"Guan Heng, tell me the truth, where have you been in the past two years? Did the Guan family drive you away? You hate them, and you plan to retaliate after practicing magic?"

What is this all about?

Guan Heng looked at the young man's determined expression, and for a while, he had a terrible headache.

The guy in front of him came from the Zhao family and was indeed his childhood playmate.

At that time, the Guan family had not yet developed into its current scale, and many places had to rely on the Zhao family, a local snake.

The Zhao family valued the potential of the Guan family and wanted to cultivate an affiliated family. The two families had a honeymoon period. The patriarch took the lead in calling him brothers and sisters, and Guan Heng was often taken to play with Zhao Youcai.

He found out at that time that Zhao Youcai's very human appearance was actually confused and straightforward inside. It was so coaxing, he believed everything.

But later, with the rapid development of the Guan family, it gradually showed the momentum to surpass the Zhao family.

The Zhao family felt threatened, and their attitude towards the Guan family gradually became indifferent. Each of them was restrained by the family, and gradually broke off contact.

"Zhao Youcai, Zhao Youcai," Guan Heng murmured in a low voice, "you haven't made any progress for so many years, but if you have two or two brains, you won't be used as a gun today."

Zhao Youcai had been staring at Guan Heng closely, and when he saw his lips squirming, he immediately said nervously: "What are you talking about? Loud, I can't hear him clearly."

"...I praise you for being smart."

Guan Heng smiled helplessly, and his mind moved quickly.

It's useless to reason with these people.

What's more, today's matter must be driven by secretly behind the scenes. It is easy to discredit and difficult to justify. No matter how much he talks about Guan Hengfei, he may only get the crowd's "click" and a sentence of "meaningless".

The students from the Central Academy can eat melons, just like the vegetable seller who sits on the left and right lanes and eats melon seeds.

Thinking like this, Guan Heng turned his eyes, raised his head and said sincerely to the students: "Come on, since you came to me today, I will talk to you about this so-called "magic power" problem."

"In your mind, how should magic work be defined?"

"Is the cultivation process **** and brutal, causing damage to other people or things, and using the most conscientious methods to achieve a rapid improvement in cultivation in a short period of time?"

Zhao Youcai thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

The whispering around was much quieter, and many people nodded thoughtfully.

Guan Heng smiled, his voice gradually softened, and he insidiously induced: "So, if my cultivation process does not cause the above consequences, and can be promoted and reproduced, it is generally applicable to everyone present, I am not practicing magic skills. Isn't it? "

——To deal with this group of guys who are not too big to watch the excitement, the first step must be to pull them into the water and make the situation closely related to them.

Sure enough, as soon as Guan Heng spoke out, the surrounding people gasped immediately, their expressions suddenly changed.

No cultivator does not desire to become stronger.

"Can be promoted?"

"I'm going, really? I can also jump five steps in two years?"

"Yes." Guan Heng nodded.

The crowd was surrounded, and under their eyes, he patted the hem of his clothes very easily, squeezing his fingertips at random, and squeezing a wisp of breeze.

The profound energy vibrated, like a long sword swept away, immediately clearing a clean open space on the ground.

Those who were close to each other felt a chill on their cheeks, as if there was a breeze passing by.

When they lowered their heads, a small layer of stone surface had been cut off under their feet, and the stone chips were scattered with the wind, revealing a clean cut surface, and their clothes and shoes were not damaged in the slightest.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.

As soon as this hand controlled the profound energy with precision, many people in the crowd suddenly changed color.

There were so many people before, and they all forgot for a while. The Guan Heng who was cursed and threatened by them in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a young, promising, amazingly talented and powerful man.

Upon seeing this, Guan Heng smiled lightly, and Shi Shiran sat down cross-legged.

"Come on," he said lightly, "before I tell you my cultivation method, I will tell you a story."

...

Xie Ziyou carried the corners of the skirt, carrying the profound arts all the way, and hurried toward the courtyard gate like a breeze.

He had just left before he heard that the Deacon Hall had given Guan Heng a mission card to pick a thousand strange butterfly orchids within seven days.

What a nonsense!

Those sly butterfly orchids in Houshan are the dean’s treasure, and it is troublesome to raise them, and it is even more thankless to pick them. As Guan Heng is now a disciple of the dean, why do you need to do those tedious tasks?

This is obviously a trip to the protagonist.

There is no need to guess behind the scenes, except for a guy surnamed Wu, Guan Heng doesn't even know anyone in the academy.

Xie Ziyou suffocated her anger, and hurriedly returned to the courtyard to find Youqin, and asked her to take Liu Shu and the others to the back of the mountain to pick the sly butterfly orchid.

When everything was arranged, Xie Ziyou walked out of the courtyard again, and heard an unbelievable news-Guan Heng was blocked at the courtyard gate, forcing him to give an explanation on the magic power problem.

Xie Ziyou: "..."

What is the protagonist? Is it troublesome to make a machine?

The system is also very helpless: "Youyou, your cheat task is over, you don't need to worry about it anymore..."

"What do you know," Xie Ziyou defended as he flew between the pavilions, "good after-sales service is a necessary condition for enterprises to seize market share."

"Yo," the system heard straightforwardly, "Youyou, you did a part-time job and wanted to grab the job of a goldfinger employee?"

Xie Ziyou's ears were reddish, and his mouth curled, just as if he hadn't heard.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and he jumped out several dozen meters in a few ups and downs. It didn't take long for him to see the vermilion majestic academy gate.

……Eh?

Xie Ziyou suddenly felt something was wrong.

The crowd in front of them formed several rows, sitting neatly on the ground, like stars holding the moon, enclosing the handsome boy in the center.

It's not like gathering a crowd to attack.

It's like... playing with the handkerchief?

...

"Woo woo woo awful..."

"Oh my god, this is too miserable!"

"A true warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, I finally understand the meaning of this sentence..."

The sun moved westward, and the shadow of the tree was whirling.

The hottest time of the day has passed, and the breeze brings the refreshingness that is unique to the evening, the blue sky is deep, and a red cloud appears in the distant sky.

The group of people sitting on the floor raised their hands to shade, and secretly rubbed their heads and wiped their tears.

Most of them were born rich and rich, and they focused on practicing since they were young. A lot of resources were put on hand, and they had to pick and use them. They would take one spiritual plant medicine and lose one.

Where do I know how the poor children live in a desolate way outside of the aristocracy.

Guan Heng adapted his own experience screening and described it in an increasingly exaggerated tone.

He is excellent in eloquence, circumscribed, and instinctively knows how to lay the groundwork and hangs people's appetite. He arranges the original simple story with twists and turns and vivid suspense, which is mesmerizing.

Strong sense of substitution.

Xie Ziyou listened from a distance, also feeling very surprised.

He blinked his pretty peachy eyes and said to the system in surprise: "Why did I never know that Guan Heng still has this ability?"

"Why don't you know," the system reminded, "he told you that he has learned to sing and storytelling."

Xie Ziyou thought hard for a long time, and finally pulled out a few words from the depths of his memories-as early as when he was just attached to the jade bracelet and approached Guan Heng, the boy did say something similar, but...

"Isn't that used to make up for me?"

Xie Ziyou doubted: "He also said he would kill pigs."

The system stated that it can only help Xie Ziyou recall, but cannot analyze for Xie Ziyou.

Xie Ziyou bit his lower lip, tapped his toes, and jumped up to the eaves of a nearby attic.

An old tree grows next to the attic, with luxuriant leaves trembling.

The green leaves shook gently and gathered into a fresh parasol, covering for the young man who lay down on the eaves and surreptitiously pricked his ears.

Xie Ziyou looked at Guan Heng in the distance.

The bridge of the nose is sharp and the eyes are like stars, and the corners of the boy's mouth rise slightly, as if he is smiling all the time.

The golden sunlight dyed his shattered hair with a layer of floating light, and the light was also reflected in his eyes, brightly, like a flame that would never go out.

"……that's nice."

System: "What's so good?"

Xie Ziyou's chin was supported on the back of his white hand, and he used the slender left index finger to point to Guan Heng.

"Look, he is willing to tell this story. Doesn't it mean that he is coming out of that experience?"

The storytelling thing too.

In the past two years, the teenager has been trying to separate the past from the reality.

He didn't want to show these skills in front of You You, because that was the skill he learned specially to please Fairy Xie, and it was his history as a tool for the marriage of the Guan family.

"He should put it down now."

Xie Ziyou said softly, his eyebrows gradually bend, and Taohua's eyes overflowed with a gratifying smile.

The breeze blew on his face, like a soft and holy feather, slowly drifting in the air, falling on his instant soft heart.

"...But I don't think so." The system whispered.

When questioned, Xie Ziyou was taken aback.

"why?"

System: "Didn't you find out? Guan Heng's story has been told in a miserable direction. Artistic rendering is used in many places, which is even exaggerated."

"But there is a section, which should be the most miserable one, but he is deliberately avoiding it."

"Is there?" Xie Ziyou suspiciously, "It's already terrible?"

"Youyou!"

The system said helplessly: "Think about it."

"Regarding his father, the head of the Guan family, the paragraph in which Youqin was asked to come to silence... Did he mention half a word?"

On the wall, Xie Ziyou looked confused, resting his chin in deep thought.

As a bystander in the expulsion incident that year, Xie Ziyou naturally knew the whole story.

But in the hearts of the audience in front of Guan Heng, the story is what Guan Heng tells.

Especially for Zhao Youcai, who was sitting closest, the bricks and tiles in Guan Heng's mouth, the streets and alleys, are all the places where he lives in his hometown.

Listening to Guan Heng’s narrative, the young man felt that he was on the scene. He could not help but fantasize that everything in Guan Heng’s mouth would happen to him. His father was not close to him, and his grandfather did not love him. The maidservant who had taken care of him for many years was poisoned by the food and was again thousands of miles away. Chase...

Thinking about it, Zhao Youcai's eyes were red.

He cautiously approached Guan Heng, looked at Guan Heng's knife-shaved cheeks, and said with grief: "Brother Guan, I'm sorry, I don't know, it turns out you had such a miserable life..."

Guan Heng smiled lightly and said nothing.

Misery is indeed miserable, but there are more exaggerated elements, at least the part about Yuyou is completely pinched out-he will not tell all the secrets hidden in his heart.

"If I had known that the Guan family treated you this way, I would definitely bring you to my house."

Zhao Youcai blinked his bright and round apricot eyes and said sincerely: "Which green onion is he Guan's family? Brother Guan, if you don't have a holiday, you can come home with me, I'll call some family members, let's go to Guan's house for justice!"

"……no thanks."

Guan Heng was a little dumbfounded.

This guy is really coaxing.

How has the Zhao family cultivated heirs over the years? Are you afraid that he will be abducted when he walks on the street?

Guan Heng patted the young man's shoulder comfortably, then lowered his head, attached to the young man's ear and whispered:

"You don't have to go home. You just tell me who told you that I had practiced magic skills, and it would have helped me a lot."

"it is good!"

Without thinking about it, Zhao Youcai immediately said, "It's Wu Cong, Brother Wu!"

Guan Heng nodded sharply, his eyes dimmed, and if dark waves surged into the deep sea, the night was ups and downs.

It really was him.

Sure enough, I guessed right, that guy Wu Cong did have a second hand.

If he hadn't returned to the college today, but would have spent seven days nesting in the deserted back hills picking grass. After seven days, the rumors would still pass into the ears of how many people, and what it would be like by those people.

Today it can be said that he Guan Heng practiced magic arts, and the day after tomorrow, he can say that he gave birth to human flesh. The day after tomorrow, he may be said to be a demon boy who came to this world.

After all, cultivators are just special mortals, who also have seven emotions and six desires, and rumors and rumors have always killed people invisible, no matter how high the cultivation level, as long as people are still mixed in the fireworks in the world, they will inevitably be tossed by these things.

Guan Heng closed his eyes slightly, and his brain moved quickly.

Wu Cong has been operating at the Central Academy for a long time, and it can be said that he has covered the sky with one hand.

The rumors he deliberately spread, he only relies on a little bitter story, I am afraid that there is no way to rival it.

And not everyone likes to be inspiring to sell miserables, and not everyone likes to listen to stories.

After Guan Heng thought about it carefully, a voice in the crowd said impatiently:

"Hey, Guan Heng, have you finished telling the story? Where is the cultivation method you mentioned?"

Several people around immediately echoed.

Guan Heng raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

The second step in dealing with the people who eat melon is to change the topic, change the concept secretly, replace the original focus with new problems, and use force to induce them.

The corner of the boy's mouth was raised little by little, and a calm and confident smile was evoked, his right hand was raised straight up, and his three fingers were pointed directly at the sky.

"There are three points in my cultivation secret."

"First, experience in the remote mountains, excavate those spiritual plants that have absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, cook them with special techniques, and absorb them into the body."

Someone immediately refused to accept: "My family sells Lingzhi. I eat more food from Lingzhi from snacks than you guys. Why haven't I been able to jump to the fifth level in two years?"

Guan Heng shook his head.

"I'm talking about natural spiritual plants, don't use the things you matured to make up the numbers."

"Your family sells spiritual plants, even under the guise of natural spiritual plants, how many natural spiritual plants are sold? Is there a percentage?"

"You!" the man said angrily, "Don't slander..."

"Is there any slander, you go home and ask your parents to go." Guan Heng said solemnly, with a rare tough tone. "This student, in front of all potential customers, don't ask about this kind of exposing your own products. It’s a quality issue."

"..."

The man was choked enough, his face flushed, and his lips were silently opened while staring at Guan Heng, but in the end he couldn't say such things as "I never sell anything adulterated".

He could only tremble his lips and sat back sullenly.

"I continue to say the next point." Guan Heng said.

"Secondly, fight with the wild profound beasts with real swords and guns, regardless of the consequences, regardless of life or death, I recommend the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests, such as Luoling."

People in the surrounding circle gasped with air-conditioning, and this time there were even more people who were dissatisfied.

Someone yelled in disbelief: "How can this be cultivation? You are asking us to die!"

"Can't say that," Guan Heng smiled and patted his chest. "Look at me, didn't this also survive well?"

"...You are different from us!"

Guan Heng raised his eyebrows: "Where is the difference?"

"It's the same with two eyes, one mouth, two arms and two legs. What I can do, why can't you do it?"

"..."

The uncomfortable voices in the crowd just turned their heads, and couldn't figure out how to answer the conversation for a while, and then went on dullly.

Guan Heng sighed.

"But you're right," the boy said confidently. "We are indeed different."

"I'm stupid by nature. I broke through the barrier of heaven and man only two years ago."

"As soon as everyone in this room was born, someone helped you clear your veins. He began to condense the profound pill at the age of three or five, broke the first order at the age of six or seven, and broke the second order when I was a teenager. By my age, at least I was a Tier 3 cultivator. ,am I right?"

Guan Heng chuckled and touched his nose mockingly.

"Your starting line is farther than the end of most people in the world. But why are you inferior to me now?"

The circle was silent.

A few seconds later, someone cautiously said: "...why?"

The corners of Guan Heng's mouth raised slightly, and the light under his eyes was brilliant.

The invisible pressure suddenly erupted from Xin's long and thin body, spreading to the audience.

In an instant, everyone seemed to be swept across by a tenth-level strong wind, shocking everyone's heart, and their faces were hurt by the aura.

"Because you are not, enough, cruel to yourself."

The young man halted every word and made a loud noise.

The audience was silent.

"Does anyone have any questions about this article?"

Guan Heng supported the ground with one hand and slowly got up. His ugly legs were supported at will. The lean calves were healthy wheat-colored, with smooth lines and no obvious muscles, but they contained strong explosive power.

No one questioned what he said this time.

"If not, I will say the last one."

Guan Heng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was calm, but like Huang Zhongda Lu, thunder thundered in everyone's hearts.

"If you want to become stronger, leave the family first."