I Just Won’t Play by the Book

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"Thank you, brother."

After taking the nail dart handed over by Jiangbei, Liu Zijin had some lingering fears, thinking that if his brother hadn't blocked it for him, the dart might have penetrated her chest.

Next to him, Gu Qingyue saw Jiang Beiran who suddenly appeared to block the sneak attack, and quickly cupped his hands again: "Good skills! I haven't asked Xiongtai Zun's name yet."

Jiang Beiran returned a salute and replied, "Excuse the surname of Wang, and the name is the fifth."

"It turned out to be the fifth brother, Gu Qingyue in the lower Qingyun Sect, this time he was entangled by thieves, thanks to..."

"If you're polite, let's talk about it later, your companion is injured." Jiang Beiran said, looking at the girl with blood oozing from her chest.

When Jiang Beiran was watching the battle between the two groups just now, he saw that the girl was injured to help Gu Qingyue block the sword, and even if she was injured, she still stood firm in front of Gu Qingyue. There is nothing between people, Jiang Beiran doesn't believe it.

Seeing Jiang Beiran's eyes swept over, the girl waved her hand and said, "It's just a skin injury, it's not in the way."

"Is the girl also a disciple of Qingyun Sect?" Jiang Beiran asked with a smile.

"Yes, at Qingyunzong Tang Tingshuang, I will pay respects to Engong."

"It can't be done, it's just a helping hand, but it can't be called the word benevolence." After speaking, Jiang Beiran suddenly remembered something and said: "I have always heard that the Lanling Heart Law of Qingyunzong has a first-class effect on wounds, I wonder if the girl can let Yu brother Open your eyes?"

Tang Tingshuang was stunned at first, but quickly responded and replied, "I'm not good at learning skills, and I haven't learned Lanling's mind to perfection, so I won't be embarrassing."

"Oh~" Jiang Beiran suddenly patted his head after speaking, and said with a smile, "Look at my memory, Lanling's heart method is not the unique skill of Qingyunzong, but Zhaotianzong."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly froze, and several junior sisters who were about to take out the wound medicine to the other party took a step back and came to Jiang Beiran's back.

Hearing this, they have naturally understood, no one will remember their own sect's unique skills.

Tang Tingshuang was even more numb, how could she know that this had just saved them, and the hero who seemed harmless to humans and animals would come and set her up.

Seeing that several benefactors were starting to look at him with hostile eyes, Gu Qingyue hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding, the six of us are indeed not disciples of Qingyun Sect, we are just going out, sometimes..."

"Hey, don't explain it to me." Jiang Beiran waved his hand, "I can understand, I'm just teaching my junior sisters a lesson, don't think that if you save people outside, people will tell you everything without leaving behind. you."

Jiang Beiran said that the wind was light and cloudless, but Gu Qingyue felt that he was slapped heavily in the face.

It is true that many cultivators would do something to hide their real name when walking outside, but it would be rude to hide it from the person who just saved them.

"I...I..." Gu Qingyue, who blushed, said "I" for a long time, but he couldn't say the next half of the words.

Jiang Beiran didn't care, and bowed his hands towards Gu Qingyue: "Brother Gu, there is no need for this, we just met by chance. Now that you are all right, we will take a step first and say goodbye."

After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he turned around and left with his five junior sisters.

"Brother Wang, wait!" At this moment, Gu Qingyue suddenly shouted loudly.

"Brother Gu, is there anything else?" Jiang Beiran turned around and asked.

"My real name is Li Fucheng, and I am the disciple of the Blood Flame Cult... No, the son of the leader of the Blood Flame Cult."

'Be good! ? Demons! ? Or the son of the leader! ? The prize is too big! ’

Jiang Bei was shocked. He had heard the name of the Blood Flame Sect from his teacher. It was a fairly well-known demon sect in the Huainan area. One-handed "Blood Flame Ghost Knife" can be said to make the locals talk disgusted.

However, the Xuanlong Continent is really too big, and there is no such artifact as the network that can transmit information in real time, so Jiang Beiran has only heard a few words about the blood-flaming sect far away in Huainan area, and has not had the opportunity to understand it in depth.

Hearing Li Fucheng reveal his true identity, a few people behind him hurriedly said, "Young Master!"

"It's okay!" Li Fucheng waved his hands towards the few people behind him, "Brother Wang is right, someone saved our life, but we still lied to them, this is not the way of a knight."

"But..." Tang Tingshuang wanted to stop him again, but looking at Lifucheng's determined eyes, he finally didn't say anything.

While frying the pot in Lifu City, Jiang Beiran's five junior sisters were at a loss.

"Senior brother, what is the Blood Flame Religion?" The three sisters of the Yu family asked together, who didn't understand.

"I just heard this name by accident, it should be the magic sect in Huainan."

"Magic sect!?" The five junior sisters exclaimed in unison. This was the first time they had seen a demon sect face-to-face.

After the shock, the three sisters of the Yu family asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you say that everyone in the Demon Sect has three eyes?"

"And a mouthful of fangs!"

"And the tongue is so long~"

Seeing Yu Guimiao's efforts to spread his arms, Jiang Beiran couldn't help laughing: "That's all folklore. People in the demon sect are also human, and they don't have three heads and six arms."

When the chatter on both sides faded away, Li Fucheng took a step forward and bowed to Jiang Beiran again: "Brother Wang, I hope you can forgive me for not being able to report my family."

"That's naturally very understanding, but I don't know why Brother Li came to the Jiangbei area incognito? Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, just pretend I didn't ask."

"Ah..." Li Fucheng sighed after hearing this, "Ah, to tell the truth from Brother Wang, I also have a lot of difficulties."

It seems that there are very few people to talk to. After Li Fucheng sighed, the chatterbox was opened.

"As a disciple of the sect leader of the Blood Flame Sect, all the people in the sect have high hopes for me, but when I was dancing the spoon, when I finally started to learn to teach the inner method, I was found to have a body of fatigued yang, not only It is impossible to cultivate the supreme treasure in the teaching, and even ordinary martial arts needs to spend several times as long as others to practice."

"Later, my father became more and more disappointed with me, and the two older brothers began to gradually distance themselves from me. Several younger brothers even laughed at me as a waste in front of the congregation. I... alas..."

Speaking of this, Li Fucheng sighed deeply, his face full of sadness.

At this time, Tang Tingshuang stepped forward and grabbed Li Fucheng's hand and said, "No, Young Master, in Shuang'er's eyes, Young Master is the most powerful. We will definitely be able to find a cultivation method suitable for you, Young Master."

Jiang Beiran couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard this.

Born into a big family, but found that he was born to be a waste, his father was disappointed, his brother disliked, and his younger brother ridiculed, but there was a woman who was willing to sacrifice her life to block the sword all the way and support each other.

'This is a proper protagonist template! ’

PS: short and weak. (I will do it myself!)

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