Chapter 1076 Siege

After a brief madness, the field returned to a depressed silence. Just as the prosperity came to an end, the embers disappeared.

"Oh, believe it or not, when you go out and see, even Su Shi'an is probably taller than our fans!"

This is true. Although the only time he has made his presence felt was to commit suicide, he finally even spoke publicly to the camera, which obviously ruined the audience's favor, but he couldn't resist the handsomeness of the other party!

As the saying goes, one white covers a hundred ugliness, but the present era is also "a handsome covers a hundred evils". Even the most vicious villain is, 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 forced by a handsome guy is a spring heart, and being forced by an ugly man is a "hooligan".

Sometimes, the face can really determine everything.

"Stop talking, the more I say it, the harder I feel." Everyone sighed, sighing at the injustice of fate.

Suddenly, a scream sounded from afar, forming a strong contrast with the loneliness here. Looking up, the great genius Mo Gucheng was walking around, looking sideways, leaning against a big tree to rest casually. Even though he was silent, his natural aura still created an unparalleled charm for him.

Even the girls who were complaining together just now seemed to have forgotten their "youth pain" and had already rushed forward and gathered with the other girls, shouting loudly.

"Okay, no girl outside will pay attention to us this time." The few wicked men who took the opportunity to confess just now were depressed, looked at each other, and sighed heavily.

On the other side, the screams continued to stop.

"Ahhh... Master Gucheng! This makes you look even more handsome at the close distance!"

"Sister Liang, you are more familiar with Young Master Gucheng. Please tell him if you want an autograph?"

Feng Boliang, who was originally sitting next to the fire and playing the jade slip game, was suddenly dragged into this "girls battlefield". What's even more terrifying is that when other girls thought of victory, they all came to her with green eyes, some shouted, and some acted coquettishly, forming a strange "multiplex".

Feng Boliang refused, and because he hadn't seen Mo Gucheng for many days, he really missed him a little. After thinking about it for a while, he had already made an idea. So she stood up and walked to Mo Gucheng under the eagerly anticipated gaze of the girls, and smiled sweetly at him first.

"There are many people over there who want your signature. How about it? Isn't the genius giving you face?"

Mo Gucheng was still indifferent. The enthusiasm of those idiot girls would only cause trouble to him. According to his habit, he didn't want to come to the open space at all. However, he didn't seem to be disgusted at all...her approaching.

Feng Boliang was not discouraged and continued to maintain a simple and harmless smile, proposing: "Let's make a bet. If I win, you can sign me. How about it?"

Mo Gucheng did not argue with it, but his eyes were not always alienated. It seemed that he wanted to see what kind of ability this girl with all kinds of tricks had to beat him.

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

"I bet you won't sign me."

Mo Gucheng's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to hold back his smile. This "unordinary" style was indeed a bit unbearable...

“…You won.”

Finally, he coldly put down three words.

"...so, I won't sign you." Before Feng Boliang could announce his victory, Mo Gucheng added again.

When he said this, he turned his eyes and looked at Feng Boliang, his mouth slightly curled up, and a trace of cramping appeared in his eyes.

After all, what she bet was that she "would not sign her." Now that she is giving her a victory, she naturally has to make her bet come true.

I don’t know when, Mo Gucheng, a genius who has always been indifferent and strong, only regards cultivation as the top priority, also has some little thought of quarreling with a girl. And the feeling of joking... was unexpectedly not bad.

Feng Boliang's brain was very fast, and the next moment, she asked naturally: "Then I'll sign you, right?"

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

It was this "smile that is not a smile" that made Feng Boliang stunned. It seemed that this was the first time that she finally made the big iceberg laugh, and his smile looked so good that she couldn't help but want to watch it a few more times-

Even Feng Boliang was lost for a moment. It can be imagined that the group of girls on the side had already been screaming and burst into tears. Several boys could only shake their heads secretly and silently endured the sadness of "appearing together, but not worthy of being there."

...

On the side of Group B, there were also two people in the "night talk", but their topic was obviously much more serious.

"Young Master Qiwu, it doesn't seem like you would do this to hold a funeral for a subordinate." Mu Hansha said with a little joking, "I was so scared that I rushed back to watch."

When he was the Saint Envoy of Jiuyou, among the young masters and ladies, Feng Qiwu always gave him the feeling that "no one should be approached by a strange person". The aura of coldness and killing all over his body is worthy of being a Shura who is quite in line with the aura of Jiuyou Palace. In order to avoid right and wrong, he naturally stayed away from him.

Based on his understanding of Feng Qiwu, except for Miss Bo Liang, even if the brothers and sisters in his palace died in this war, he would never frown. This is something he could imagine from his attempt to kill Feng Junye with his own hands.

But now, he was making a big fuss for a trivial young player, a pawn who could not even touch his clothes in terms of identity and strength. No matter how he looked at it, it was a record of history?

"It's no big deal." Feng Qiwu didn't like his fuss, "He saved my life and I owe him a favor. Doing so is just telling him that his sacrifice is not worthless. But that's what happened."

He said this, that is, 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 connection with Lu Hongyu because of this, and he would still be the calm and rational young master of Jiuyou Palace.

"I was looking forward to it very much. If one day Young Master Qiwu becomes like that group of people, shouting about friendship and morality, what kind of situation would it be?" Mu Hansha smiled. After seeing Feng Qiwu finally aroused a little humanity, he gradually dared to be brave and joke with him.

"...It's so long-winded, you won't see it." Feng Qiwu threw a sentence with some disgust. The insincere look was like a child who had seen through his thoughts.

After a while, he turned his eyes a little, noticed Mu Hansha was fiddling with the jade slip, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Hansha quickly replied: "The Nine Venerable told me that with the popularity of micro-time and space-time and digital programming, data warfare will become the mainstream of the times in the future, so that I can start learning mathematics in advance."

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

But what he needs to admit is that calculation is really difficult! It is very difficult!

Before coming to the trial space, he downloaded a set of mathematics materials in the jade slip early, intending to use these few months to chew it. But the deeper he went, the more he felt the complexity of this subject. The dense and specious formulas and symbols made his head almost explode!

"Don't the Nine Venerables' mission be handled just by dealing with it?" Feng Qiwu commented without sympathy.

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

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

"The trial is coming to an end, and I almost understand the habits of the members of the same group." Ignoring Mu Hansha's embarrassing smile, "Young Master Qiwu, are you really good to use the word 'habit'?" Feng Qiwu continued to say to himself, "Who is worth cultivating? I will help him. As for those who are ignorant, let them die for themselves."

"Well, Young Master Qiwu thinks who are worth cultivating?" Mu Hansha stared at the screen and responded absent-mindedly.

"Not to mention others, Sikong Sheng of Xueyun Hall is actually very potential, but his personality is too impulsive, which is fatal to him."

Mu Hansha cooperated and nodded. Although Young Master Qiwu only seemed to be able to put on airs every day, he was actually observing the trialists in the same group very seriously. If you want to say Sikong Sheng's words, he had noticed him during the preliminary election, and he was indeed a good seedling. It's a pity that he couldn't concentrate on developing the most suitable route, and he had to compete with Huangfu Li repeatedly and live as his foil.

If you have shortcomings, and you have strengths. Even those who are the top-level trials will have things that you are good at and are not good at. If you have to use your own shortcomings to compete for other people's strengths, what you can bring will only bring shame on yourself.

For example, there are many ways to win in a one-on-one contest. A thin person who has to compete with brute force with a strong man will be at a disadvantage. But if he can discover his own advantages and win with flexibility, he can also achieve the victory he wants.

It’s also about winning, why do you have to choose a thankless road?

What Sikong Sheng has always done is exactly this. He blindly replicates Huangfu Li's path, and he will cover up his sharpness every time, which has created the illusion that he is "not as good as Huangfu Li everywhere". However, he, who is "better than Huangfu Li in the face of setbacks", will only continue to plunge into this wrong path, work hard again and again, loses his temper again and again, and becomes more and more irritable...

Simply put, it is not that he has no talent or chosen the wrong reference, he has just chosen the wrong way of working hard.

Although he had seen through this, he and Huangfu Li were both lower-level trialists in the Jiuyou Palace for assessment, and there was no need to spend this time correcting him. After all, for most people, directly supporting a genius is much more time-saving than cultivating a mediocre talent from scratch.

"When seeing Brother Jun Ye's performance before, it fully demonstrated the importance of the general's cohesion. So I thought of a way to make sure to polish his character."

Hearing this, Mu Hansha put down the jade slip in a daze: "Young Master Qiwu wants to... set an example?"

The facts that followed proved that he was thinking too naively.

Of course, Feng Qiwu would not have this kind of self-sacrifice spirit.

All he could think of was to sacrifice others.

The next day, the octave of Sikong Shenggao 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 again." Feng Qiwu looked at him coldly, "If you make a mistake, it's not that there will be no consequences, but that this consequence will be borne by Meng Xishan. The heavier the mistake you make, the heavier the punishment he will suffer for you."

Meng Xishan next to him was still like a "barbarian" look. He listened to the papaya face throughout the whole process, without saying a single word.

Before, Feng Qiwu talked about this transaction with him and suggested that as long as he was punished on behalf of Sikong Sheng in the trial space, he would transfer him a corresponding point every time he was killed. Meng Xishan had no objection. Anyway, he was thick-skinned and not afraid of being beaten. As long as he had more points, he could exchange it for more cultivation resources after he went back and get it.

As for dignity? In order to get better development opportunities, what is the point of being beaten a few times? Besides, he doesn’t follow the idol route and is not afraid of being embarrassed in front of female audiences.

People like him who climb up little by little at the lower sects and are with wild beasts all day long have long been accustomed to strength being everything. Without strength, it is not a problem of being beaten a few times now, but they can only survive in humiliation and bullying in the future! So he is still very open to what to give up and fight for.

"This..." Sikong Sheng was still a little uncomfortable with the beautiful things that fell from the sky. His eyes were rolling around and he laughed dryly, "That's so embarrassed, hahaha..."

"What, he is willing?" After laughing a few times, he quickly asked his true feelings.

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

Sikong Sheng immediately replied, "That must be good! As expected, Young Master Qiwu understands my heart best. If I choose the city lord again in the future, I will definitely vote for you!"

In this way, he left happily without even looking at his future scapegoat. He could still hear him humming a little tune and occasionally say a few words from his mouth: "You can do whatever you want here in the future."

"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 will not hurt at all?"

This method also depends on who is suitable for. If it is someone like Ye Shuo and Jian Zhiheng who "companions are greater than the sky", they will naturally be careful to avoid making mistakes, so as not to involve their companions for their own efforts. But Sikong Sheng? He doesn't look like a person with self-reflection no matter how he looks...

Feng Qiwu just smiled coldly, looking at him without any waves, as if everything was under control.
Chapter completed!