Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

He began to think carefully about every scene of his encounter with the teacher, but for some reason, the more he thought about it, the more he felt the coldness he felt. The scenes the teacher taught him were vivid in his mind, but when he recalled with doubts, he discovered something terrible.

That is, his teacher had never concealed his appearance in front of him, but in Le Xingye's memory, the man's appearance was completely unremembered. Whenever he wanted to see the teacher's appearance clearly in his memory, he found that his face was like a lake blown by the autumn wind, fluctuating constantly and extremely blurred.

This sense of contradiction had never been felt before. It seemed that something had covered his eyes, but he himself had not realized the problem.

“32331, what’s the situation?”

"do~ I don't know, 32331 has never encountered this situation before. 32331's protection of the host's soul is nearly rule-level. 32331 has been blinded, and the host can give up struggling. At least now, we have no chance."

"Why did this come to me for all kinds of messy things?" Le Xingye shouted wildly. Now he only felt that he was plotted by some big shot. This feeling that he knew he was plotted but now he had no clue at all. It was very bad.

It seemed that I heard Le Xingye's voice, and a hurried footsteps came, and the closed wooden door was opened "bang". A familiar boy didn't care about the explosion of the door hitting the wall with an ordinary sound. He knocked Le Xingye down:

"Uncle!"

Fuck, stinky little guy!

Le Xingye was furious. He was young and in his prime, so why was he called his uncle? Moreover, he was still the little boy Jing Chu?

Yes, the visitor was Jing Chu, the closed disciple of He Jingchi of the Kuaijian Sect, the youngest of the seven sons, but probably the most talented one.

In playing the game, the perspective of the last two chapters is developed by Jing Chu.

But compared to He Jingchi, Le Xingye was quite disliked by Jingchu. In the second level of the game, He Jingchi's hoarse voice seemed to echo in his mind:

"Before he died, he was still telling me whether he was qualified as the son of the Master of the Heavenly Master. At that time, I was only concerned about crying. I hugged his body and buried him in a ruined Shanhe Pass, who was killed by the six-winged ghost cicada.

In the evening, the sunset was shining on the swamp water, and the light was floating on the gold. Looking at my brother's tombstone, I suddenly heard someone playing a pipa, and I responded with the sound of the flute. I placed the flute on my brother's face and went to the next battlefield with the beggars."

I didn't describe myself as much as I was, but the unforgettable anger and hatred in the hoarse voice was so touching the heart of Le Xingye, a fake literary youth.

If it were him, the mountain gate was destroyed twice by foreign races, and all the compatriots in the family were almost killed or injured. He would probably be even more crazy than He Jingchi. Although he believed that people's hearts were good, he would inevitably return them twice as much.

Therefore, in his opinion, Jing Chu, who is more leniency than the Virgin, is considered half a little traitor.

"Junior brother, don't disturb the sigh of uncle!" A helpless sigh rang out, and Jing Chu, who was holding Le Xingye, was suddenly picked up. He Qin held the scabbard in her hand, rolled Jing Chu's clothes and pulled him aside, and then bowed to Le Xingye:

"I sighed that my uncle was not in time for rescue, which caused my uncle to be injured. I was mourned for a hundred years. I have killed three evil giant dragons in this trip. I hope my uncle will not be angry and anxious to attack my heart. I will live and recuperate in the mountain gate for several years."

Le Xingye reluctantly smiled. Obviously, it was not because he really regretted his cultivation, but because his acting skills were a bit unstable, but that awkward smile seemed even more worried in the eyes of his senior brother He Qin among this generation of disciples.

Yang Yi sighed that Uncle Master's practice was not easy. This time, in order to suppress the three giant dragons in the rebellion in Jiulong Bay, he slashed for three days, but the giant dragon penetrated the robe with the first level of water of the sky, which affected the extraordinary core, so that his head was covered with white hair in an instant, which made him, a disciple who was led by Uncle Master since childhood, extremely sad.

Le Xingye's eyes rolled, and he remembered his memories of watching. He realized that the sword boy Yang Yishang, who he replaced, had a very high status in the Break Sword Sect, so he simply said shamelessly: "It's okay, I'm willing to sacrifice myself and dare to pull the evil dragon off the horse. Besides, I'm too impulsive and took action before I could wait for Qin'er to arrive. It's inevitable that I would suffer a loss."

He Qin was also a little helpless. He actually didn't like being called Qin'er too much. He always felt that being called like this would take advantage of it. But one sighed that his uncle treated him like a parent-child and couldn't bear to refuse. Two, after calling him for so many years, He Qin had changed from being full of resistance at the time to being at his mercy.

Although I felt that the tone of Qin'er calling me today seemed a little ~ emmm, despicable, as a sword immortal from a famous family, He Qin did not say much, but just thought that the uncle had suffered a serious injury and his mentality had changed a little.

Looking at He Qin's current appearance, Le Xingye couldn't help but feel a little emotional. After all, in the future, this gentle and elegant disciple of the Blade Sword Sect has become a cold sword man who can kill innocent monsters. Looking back, he saw that the eyes of his eyebrows and eyes are full of worries about him and the doting He Qin on the side, it is really a change of things.

Jing Chu said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, the extraordinary core is damaged, and there is a possibility of remedy. When I am stronger, I will go to Wanhua Valley to seek the 'Flower Pill'. If they don't give it, I will beat them."

Le Xingye was happy when he heard this. Good guy, whether in the dungeon or on the Yuanxing, he had heard of Wanhua Valley. It was a sect with a small number of people. He was very good at refining pills and had a large proportion of women. Jing Chu is worthy of being a naughty child, even girls beat them. If it was put in the game, the player who caught a female player would be ridiculed.

But this feeling seems to be not bad.

After all, Le Xingye didn't mind that he could take advantage of the naughty child, but what he was most worried about was to confront He Jingchi in the future.

He Jingchi is different from the Qizi of the Breaking Sword Sect. Although Qizi was basically led by Yang Yitan, who was replaced by Le Xingye in recent years, because the path of cultivation is long, Qizi's attention is mostly focused on retreat practice or practicing swords at sunrise and returning to the sheath at sunset. Many of Yang Yitan's small habits are difficult for them to discover.

It’s like a relative who is in good relationship but does not meet often. You have a good relationship with them, but for some small details in their lives, you often ignore the past because you don’t pay much attention to it.

But He Jingchi and his book boy Yang Yitan have been together for hundreds of years. It can be said that if any accidental mistakes are made, Le Xingye may be exposed in front of He Jingchi. What uncontrollable situations will occur at that time, Le Xingye will not know.