After a brief period of madness, the silence returned to the arena. Just as the prosperity ends, the embers disappear.

"Alas, believe it or not, when you go out and take a look, even Su Shi'an's kid is estimated to be higher than our fans!"

This is true, although the only time he brushed his sense of existence was to die like crazy, and finally shouted openly to the camera, obviously ruining the audience's popularity, but he couldn't stand up to being handsome!

As the saying goes, one white covers a hundred ugliness, but in this era, it is also "one handsome covers a hundred evils", even if it is a vicious villain, as long as he is handsome, he will still have a large number of loyal fans. To give a simple example, it is also a forced kiss, being forcibly kissed by a handsome guy is a spring heart, and being kissed by an ugly man is a "hooligan".

Sometimes, the face really can make the difference.

"Don't say it, the more you talk about it, the more sad it becomes. Everyone sighed and sighed, lamenting the injustice of fate.

Suddenly, a scream sounded in the distance, forming a strong contrast with the loneliness here. When he looked up, it was the great genius Mo Gucheng strolling around, not squinting, leaning against a big tree at will to rest. Even if he doesn't say anything, that natural aura still creates an incomparable charm for him.

Even the girls who were complaining together just now seemed to have forgotten their "youth pains" at this time, and they had already rushed forward in a swarm, gathered with the rest of the women, and kept shouting.

"Well, no girl out there will pay attention to us this time. The few crooked melons and cracked dates that took the opportunity to confess just now were all depressed, looked at each other, and each sighed heavily.

On the other side, the screams continued one after another.

"Ahhh......h Master Lonely City! It's even more handsome when you look at it up close!"

"Sister Liang, you are familiar with the young master of the lonely city, help us go and tell him, can you ask for an autograph?"

Feng Boliang, who was originally sitting by the fire and playing a small game of jade Jane, was suddenly dragged into this "girls' battlefield". What's even more terrifying is that when the other girls thought that victory was in sight, they all came to her with green eyes, some yelled, some snorted, forming a weird "multiplicity".

Feng Boliang couldn't shirk it, plus he hadn't seen Mo's lonely city for many days, and he did miss it a little, and after thinking about it for a while, he already had an idea. So she stood up and walked to Mo Gucheng's side under the eager eyes of the women, and smiled sweetly at him first.

"There are a lot of people over there who want your autograph, how about it, don't you give a face?"

Mo Gucheng is still indifferent. The enthusiasm of those girls will only cause him trouble, and according to his habits, he doesn't want to come to the open space at all. However, he didn't seem to be disgusted at all...... Her proximity.

Feng Boliang was not discouraged, continued to maintain a simple and harmless smile, and proposed: "Let's make a bet, if I win, you will sign for me, how about it?"

Mo Gucheng was noncommittal, and his unwavering eyes did not reveal the usual alienation. It seems that he also wants to see what kind of ability this scheming girl has to win over him.

Feng Boliang smiled mysteriously, and then, deliberately said in a voice that was neither light nor heavy:

"I bet you won't sign for me. ”

The corners of Mo Gucheng's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to force a smile. This kind of "unusual" style is really a little unbearable even for him......

“…… You win. ”

In the end, he coldly left three words.

“…… So, I'm not going to sign it for you. Before Feng Boliang could declare victory, Mo Gucheng added again.

When he said this, he turned his eyes to Feng Boliang and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and there was a rare hint of narrowness in his eyes.

After all, her bet is that "she won't sign for her", and now that she is given a victory, it is natural to make her bet come true.

I don't know when Mo Gucheng, a great genius who has always been indifferent and strong, and only takes cultivation as his first priority, has also had a little bit of caution about arguing with a girl. And this sense of banter ...... Surprisingly not bad.

Feng Boliang's brain turned quickly, and the next moment, she asked with a natural face: "Then I'll sign for you, right?"

This time, Mo Gucheng finally couldn't hold back, he lowered his gaze, the corners of his mouth rose again, and the indifference around him seemed to dissolve a little.

It was this "smile that is not a smile", but it made Feng Boliang stunned. It seems that it was the first time, she finally succeeded in making the big iceberg laugh, and the way he laughed was so beautiful that she couldn't help but want to watch it a few more times-

Even Feng Boliang was distracted for a moment, but it is conceivable that the group of girls on the side had already fallen into screaming and exploding, and several boys could only shake their heads secretly, silently bearing the sadness of "appearing together, but they don't deserve to exist".

……

On the side of Group B, there are also two people who are engaged in a "night talk", but their topics are obviously much more serious.

"Young Master Qiwu, it really doesn't look like you would do such a thing as holding a public funeral for a subordinate. Mu Hansha said with a little ridicule, "I was so scared that I rushed back to watch." ”

In the past, when he was the Holy Envoy of the Nine Shadows, among the young masters and young ladies, Feng Qiwu gave him the feeling that "the living should not be approached". That kind of aura that is wrapped around the whole body with a sense of coldness and murder is worthy of the current world Shura that is quite in line with the aura of the Nine Shadows Palace. In order to avoid right and wrong, of course, he consciously stayed away.

With his understanding of Feng Qiwu, except for Miss Bo Liang, even those brothers and sisters in his palace, if they died in this war, he would never frown more. This point can be imagined from the time he tried to kill Feng Junye with his own hands.

But now, he would actually mourn for an insignificant young general, a pawn who can't even touch the corners of his clothes in terms of identity and strength?

"No big deal. Feng Qiwu didn't like his fuss, "He saved my life, and I owe him a favor." Doing so was just telling him that his sacrifice was not worthless. But that's the end of it. ”

When he said this, he was telling everyone that in the trial space, he did what a coach should do, but after returning to reality, he would not have too much to do with Lu Hongyu because of this, he would still be the calm and rational young master of the Nine Shadows Palace.

"I was still looking forward to what it would be like if one day Young Master Qiwu became like that group of people, shouting about friendship and morality. Mu Hansha smiled. After seeing that Feng Qiwu was finally aroused a little human touch, he gradually dared to be bold and make some jokes with him.

“…… It's so long-winded, you won't see it. Feng Qiwu threw down a sentence with some disgust. The insincere look in his eyes is like a child who has seen through his heart.

After not hearing the answer for a long time, he glanced at it slightly, noticed that Mu Hansha was fiddling with the jade slip, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

Mu Hansha quickly replied: "The Nine Venerables told me that with the popularization of micro-time and digital programming, data warfare will become the mainstream of the times in the future, so let me start learning arithmetic in advance. ”

After seeing the "data war" staged by Tang Duan and Wen Zhichen, he had to admit the precise vision of the Nine Venerables.

But what he needs to admit more is that arithmetic is really hard!

Before coming to the trial space, he had downloaded a set of arithmetic materials from the jade slip early, planning to use the past few months to gnaw it down. But the more he went deeper, the more he felt the complexity of this subject, and those dense, plausible formulas and symbols made his head almost explode!

"Isn't it just a matter of dealing with the task of the Nine Venerables?" Feng Qiwu commented without sympathy.

"Hey, Young Master Qiwu, it's going live now......" Mu Hansha went crazy several times.

"Oh, I forgot. The response was still lukewarm.

"As the trial draws to a close, I know pretty much the habits of the same group. Ignoring Mu Hansha's embarrassed smile on his face, "Young Master Qiwu, are you really good at using the word 'habit'", Feng Qiwu said to himself, "Which people are worth cultivating, I will help him." As for those who do not know how to lift up, let them fend for themselves. ”

"Well, which people does Young Master Qiwu think are worth cultivating?" Mu Hansha stared at the screen, a little absent-mindedly.

"Let's not talk about the others, the Sikong Saint of the Blood Cloud Hall is actually very potential, but his personality is too impulsive, which is fatal to him. ”

Mu Hansha nodded in agreement. Although Young Master Qiwu seemed to only put on a stand every day, he had actually been observing the trialists in the same group quite carefully. If you want to say Sikong Sheng, I paid attention to him during the primary election, and he is indeed a good seedling. It's a pity that he can't concentrate on developing the most suitable route, so he has to compare himself with Huangfu again and again, and he has become his foil.

The ruler is short, the inch is long, and even those top trialists will have what they are good at and what they are not good at. If you have to use your own shortcomings to compete with the strengths of others, you can only bring humiliation to yourself.

For example, there are many ways to win a one-on-one battle. A thin man has to compete with a strong man with brute strength, and he has fallen behind from the beginning. But if he can find his own advantages and win with flexibility, he can also achieve the victory he wants.

The same is to win, why do you have to choose a thankless path?

And what Sikong Sheng has been doing is exactly like this, he blindly reproduces the path of Huangfu Li, and every time he will cover his edge, which creates the illusion that he is "not as good as Huangfu everywhere". And "the more frustrated he becomes", he will only continue to plunge into this wrong path, working hard again and again, losing color again and again, and his temper is becoming more and more irritable......

To put it simply, it's not that he doesn't have talent, it's not that he chooses the wrong reference, he just chooses the wrong way to work hard.

Although he had seen through this a long time ago, he and Huang Fuli were both lower-level trialists who were assessed in the Nine Shadows Palace, and there was no need for him to spend this time correcting him. After all, for most people, it is much more time-saving and labor-saving to directly support a genius than to cultivate a mediocre talent from scratch.

"Looking at Jun Yege's performance before, it fully shows the importance of the cohesion of the general. So I thought of a way to definitely sharpen his temperament. ”

Hearing this, Mu Hansha put down the jade slip in a bit of a daze: "Young Master Qiwu, this is what you want...... Lead by example?"

The next thing it turned out was that he was naïve.

Of course, Feng Qiwu would not have such a spirit of self-sacrifice.

All he could think of was sacrificing others.

The next day, the cry of the octave of Sikong Saint sounded in the main hall.

"What, no matter what mistakes I make in the future, I won't have to be punished again?"

"Yes. But I'll repeat it to you. Feng Qiwu looked at him coldly, "If you make a mistake, it's not that there are no consequences, but this consequence is all borne by Meng Xishan." The greater the mistake you make, the heavier the punishment he will suffer for you. ”

Meng Xishan on the side was still in the shape of a "barbarian", listening with a papaya face throughout the whole process, and did not say a word superfluous.

Before, Feng Qiwu talked to him about this transaction, and proposed that as long as he was punished on behalf of Sikong Sheng in the trial space, he would transfer him a corresponding amount of points every time he was beaten. Meng Xishan doesn't have any opinions, anyway, he has rough skin and thick meat, and he is not afraid of being beaten, as long as he has more points, he can exchange for more cultivation resources after he goes back, and he can get it.

As for dignity, in order to get better opportunities for development, it is nothing to be beaten several times. Besides, he doesn't take the idol route, and he is not afraid of losing face in front of the female audience.

People like him, who climbed up little by little in the bottom sect and spent all day with wild beasts, have long been accustomed to strength being everything. If he does not have strength, it is not a matter of being beaten a few times now, but of surviving in humiliation and bullying in the future! Therefore, he still has a very open view of what to give up and what to strive for.

"This ......" Sikong Sheng was still a little unaccustomed to this beautiful thing from heaven, his eyes rolled wildly, and he laughed dryly, "That's so embarrassing, hahaha......"

"What, he's willing?" After a few laughs, he quickly asked what he was really saying.

"He agreed, what do you mean now?" Feng Qiwu asked bluntly without going around the bush with him.

Sikong Sheng immediately replied: "That must be good! Sure enough, Young Master Qiwu knows my heart best, if you choose the city lord again in the future, I will definitely vote for you!"

In this way, he didn't even look at his future scapegoat, and left happily. You can still hear him humming a small tune, and a few words popping out of his mouth from time to time: "You can do whatever you want here in the future".

"Young Master Qiwu, are you sure this is useful?" After Sikong Sheng left, Mu Hansha asked Feng Qiwu in a low voice, "He looks like his conscience doesn't hurt at all?"

This method also depends on who it is suitable for, if it is like Ye Shuo and Jian Zhiheng, who are "companions greater than the sky", they will naturally be careful to avoid making mistakes, so as not to implicate their peers to suffer on their behalf, but Sikong Sheng? No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a person with a sense of self-reflection......

Feng Qiwu just smiled coldly, his eyes were blank, as if everything was under control.

(End of chapter)