The protagonist's name is Mo Nan, and he is a disciple of the Huanxu Sect in Nanzhou.
As the protagonist, his appearance is naturally first-rate.
Unlike the glamorous and evil Nangong Qingke, Mo Nan is like a white lotus blooming in the courtyard, pure and sexy.
No wonder Nangong Qingke, the prodigal son who lived among thousands of flowers, liked him so much.
Now it's a game of fifty to twelve. In the original book, Nangong Qingke lost the game because of his betrayal.
Fortunately, there will be an Easter match later, otherwise the Hehuan Sect would have stopped here.
From Song Heqing's point of view, Nangong Qingke just needed to be taught a lesson. The Dao Discussion Conference was related to the interests and reputation of each sect. He was treating it like a child's play and really didn't know what to say.
For the sake of the person you like, you put aside the interests of the sect, and even don’t care about your own victory or defeat, purely in love.
Even before they were together, they cheated on each other and provoked a perverted monster.
The competition was about to begin, and Nangong Qingke actually teased Mo Nan:
"Little beauty, I didn't expect you to break into the top 50. What if you get injured when you do it later?"
"Hmph, you don't need to worry."
Mo Nan didn't give him any face. In his opinion, this person was just a piece of psoriasis stuck on and annoying.
"Game start!"
Following the referee's order, Mo Nan took the lead in drawing his sword and attacking.
The sword is very powerful.
Nangong Qingke was very coquettish and took out a fan to resist.
Mo Nan has the spiritual roots of water and wood. It is common for protagonists to be equipped with spiritual roots as standard.
Along with the sword, there are many vines that are winding like green snakes.
Nangong Qingke's magic power was very strong, and he easily dodged the first attack with his fan flying.
He is good at using spices, and every time he flaps, there will be bursts of fragrance.
There are hidden medicinal effects in these flavors, but it's a pity that I encountered the protagonist.
Mo Nan's spiritual roots, coupled with his good luck after his rebirth, had given him a lot of natural and earthly treasures.
Even if the body is immune to all kinds of poisons, it's not much different.
He immediately noticed something was wrong with the fragrance, and deliberately exposed his flaws. His movements of his hands and feet slowed down, and his eyes were blurred, as if he had been tricked.
Nangong Qingke took the opportunity to bully her, and just when he was about to take the beauty in his hand, the beauty's eyes suddenly became clear, and the long sword struck a sword flower, like a snake turning back, and sliced straight towards him.
The sword move was too fast and insidious. Anyone else would have lost. Nangong Qingke immediately turned back his folding fan to block the blow.
"Beauty, I already knew you would do this, but I'm still so sad!"
His appearance left Song Heqing speechless.
Competing and flirting.
Then, the plot in the novel appeared, and Nangong Qingke actually fell back a few meters and covered his chest:
"I lost……"
"This..." The referee was confused. He had never seen anything like this before, and it was too childish.
However, he had already admitted defeat, and naturally he wanted to be sentenced.
"Hehuan Sect Nangong Qingke lost and participated in the resurrection match."
Mo Nan looked surprised:
"What are you doing?"
Nangong Qingke fiddled with his hair, came over and said in a pretentious manner:
"I'm worried that after you lose, if you also lose in the rematch, then you will have to withdraw from the competition and won't be able to see you in the finals."
After speaking, Nangong Qingke touched his face, turned around and ran away. Mo Nan was red from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Not shy, but angry.
Nangong actually looked down on him so much.
Under the stage, there was also someone looking at Nangong Qingke, his eyes full of anger.
Song Heqing had discovered him a long time ago:
"Is this the male lead?"
"Yes, host."
"Only in the Nascent Soul stage."
"Don't underestimate his Nascent Soul stage, he can leapfrog and defeat the god-transforming monks here."
"How can he defeat all the demons and become the Demon King with such a level?"
9527 paused:
"Pure Demon King bloodline suppression, plus level-up challenge."
"This novel is not innovative at all."
In the afternoon, Nangong Qingke succeeded in winning the resurrection match and entered the finals.
At night, Song Heqing relied on his token to arrive outside the courtyard where the Hehuan Sect stayed.
At this time, there were many male monks outside the wall, all looking around.
Song Heqing was curious. When they saw him, they were all surprised, and then showed hostility.
This strange contrast made Song Heqing not quite understand what was going on.
There was a male monk:
"No, brother, you look like this, why do you come here?"
"Yes, when you come here, these fairies from the Hehuan Sect will never see us."
Song Heqing finally understood a little bit, but still didn't quite understand what was going on.
In his memory, he had never participated in a Taoism conference, and he didn't know what this situation meant.
"9527, what on earth are they doing?"
"The host is not mentioned in the original work, and I don't know it either."
Just when Song Heqing was confused, the door opened, and several female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect came out, and the men quickly rushed forward.
"Fairy, look at me, look at me!"
"You can't do it, you're too ugly."
"What about me? Fairy."
"You're too short."
These nuns pick and choose among men like pork.
Song Heqing stood aside silently, and soon, the wave of fire burned him.
Seeing him, these female nuns' eyes widened:
"Sisters, this is mine."
"These flowers of the high mountains are my favorite, why should I give them to you?"
"Since my sister likes it, my sister also likes it."
With this enthusiastic gesture, he seemed to understand why Nangong Qingke liked men.
"Sisters, you have to ask the young master first."
"Sir, are you here to choose me?"
"It must be me."
Song Heqing: "I'm looking for Hu Yuncui."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several women immediately changed, and they looked at him as if they were a fool:
"You are crazy. Our elder Hu is a monk in the late stage of Jindan. If you find her to practice double cultivation, be careful to suck you into a human."
Song Heqing was too lazy to talk nonsense to them and directly took out the elder token.
Several people looked at each other.
"This...you are from the Hehuan Sect, how come I have never seen you before?"
"Yes, it's still the elder's token. Where did you get it?"
"I have never seen such an elder."
Obviously these female nuns didn't believe it.
Song Heqing asked again: "Can I see Hu Yuncui now?"
Just when they were hesitant, a male voice sounded:
"What are you doing here?"
"Senior Brother Nangong, this person is holding our elder's token, but he looks very cool."
The person who came was none other than Nangong Qingke.
He looked Song Heqing up and down, showing a bit of scorn at first, but found that he couldn't see through the other person's cultivation level, so he said seriously:
"I wonder what you need from me, Elder Pai Hu? Also, where does this token... come from?"
Song Heqing: "The token is mine."
"ah?"
At this moment, Nangong Qingke couldn't make up his mind, so he had no choice but to send a message to Hu Yuncui in the room.
"Oh? If there is such a thing, let him come in."
In the end, Song Heqing got his wish and met Hu Yuncui.
She was lying on the soft couch, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
When Song Heqing came in, she opened her eyes, turned over and got up, her beautiful eyes showing vigilance:
"Who are you?"
Hu Yuncui discovered that she could not see through this man's cultivation level, and there was not even a slight fluctuation in his mana.
mortal? impossible!
As a golden elixir cultivator, she did not dare to draw conclusions so easily.
Those in the Hehuan Sect who can make elixirs are ruthless, but they still have some discernment.
Song Heqing's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the snow-white scales on his cheeks were looming.
In just a short moment, Hu Yuncui's eyes widened, as if he realized something, and turned around to tell Nangong Qingke:
"You go out first."
"But……"
"Um?"
"Disciple obeys the order..."
Although Nangong Qingke was full of doubts, he obeyed the order and walked out.
The door just closed.
Hu Yuncui made a plop and knelt in front of Song Heqing:
"My ancestor, I hope you will forgive me for being far away from me!"
