Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

"Of course they are not those four people." Murong Lin knew that he was talking about the four blood guardians of the Blood Spirit Society. "I have my own arrangements." What he wanted to say was naturally the thirteen people summoned from the system. , why is it not worthy of such a good team?

"You help me find a remote house in the capital." Murong Lin said, "A house that no one knows except you and me. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Old Man Bai nodded and retreated.

Murong Lin went back to his room to practice and clear his mind.

Now that a protagonist has been killed, Murong Lin feels that he can slow down a little. After all, it is better to kill a protagonist who has just emerged than to kill a protagonist who has developed to a certain extent. Not talking about strength, just talking about opportunities and resources, I don’t know how much I have accumulated. From this point of view, taking the long term to catch the big fish is the way to go.

At night, it is brightly lit and bustling.

Murong Lin rode Ma Jianchou's carriage to the Xinghua Tower, the largest flower tower in the capital. Xinghua Tower is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Commercial Square. Today is another great day to choose the courtesan once every three years. The whole street is filled with people coming and going. Colorful lights dotted the surrounding area, and the place was bustling with people and extremely noisy.

In the carriage, Ma Jianchou fearfully opened the curtain and looked around carefully, fearing that he would be seen by Serena.

"Old Ma, I've never seen you so scared before." Murong Lin said with a smile, shaking a folding fan.

"No, this is not called fear, but it is called being unable to defeat." Ma Jianchou said seriously.

"Haha, who are the four finalists tonight?" Murong Lin asked, waving his fan and looking outside along the curtains that Ma Jianchou opened.

"Who else could there be? Yu Xiu'er, a master who plays the piano, Ke Ren'er who is good at stunning the dragons, Zhi Tian'er who amazes half the city's heroes with her small feet, and the mysterious Ru Meng'er who has never taken off her veil. These four people have been here for many years. I only show off my skills but not my body, I don’t know who can win the title of courtesan tonight, and I don’t know if anyone can become their noble one,” Ma Jian said sadly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I remember the one you bought back last time, you acted like that, how badly your father scolded you!"

"Tch, what do you know? We're gone, here we are." Ma Jianchou waved his hand and got out of the car.

Murong Lin followed, looking around casually, and found many familiar people. Smiling slightly, he waved his fan and went in.

"Is that the third prince? Why hang out with that kind of person? You really degrade yourself."

"What do you know? Now that the Third Prince has no power to support him, he can only win over these dandy boys."

"Ha, after all, I still can't compare to other princes."

"Look over there! The eldest prince and the sixth princess are here! This is the dragon among men! Wow! Isn't the 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers' next to the sixth princess!"

"So beautiful!"

Ignoring the noise in his ears, Murong Lin continued to keep the smile on his face and followed Ma Jianchou towards their room.

The oiran election is held behind the Xinghua Building, on a huge platform surrounded by a circle of seats, and there are thirty-three private rooms on the third floor upstairs, which serve as room seats for VIPs.

"It seems you can't hide." Murong Lin said inexplicably.

Ma Jianchou was so frightened that he trembled. When he heard Murong Lin's words, he saw Xuelina at the corner of the stairs.

The three of them looked at each other.

There was silence for a moment.

Ma Jianchou said with a smile: "Isn't this Cousin Xue? Why do I meet you here? Please come first!"

Xuelina ignored Ma Jianchou's flattering movements and expressions, glanced at Murong Lin who was waving a fan next to him, and mocked: "Hey, isn't this the third prince? Why do you have time to come here today?"

Murong Lin was not annoyed by her eccentricity and said with a smile: "When I heard that you were coming, I came naturally."

She fought back and disgusted Serena.

She frowned, turned around, and walked upstairs.

A group of Xue family disciples followed closely behind them, casting contemptuous glances at Murong Lin and Ma Jianchou.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the feeling of not having a backer?" Murong Lin murmured.

"What's wrong?" Ma Jianchou looked at Murong Lin and led him into the box he had reserved. Several people were already sitting inside.

"Nothing, just sighing." Murong Lin walked into the room and closed the door.

The people in the room were all the people Murong Lin had attracted before, all of them were playboys.

"Old Lin, why are you here? Come, come, come, take a look at the golden-headed general I recently trained!" A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took out a cricket from his arms and stroked it fondly.

"Oh, did you two meet that woman just now?" A man in pink and sexy clothes said, holding an orchid finger.

The thin tall man who was smoking looked at the two of them, said nothing, and continued to smoke his long cigarette holder with narrowed eyes.

"There have been some things recently. As you know, I will probably be ordered to go to the south to suppress the beast tide tomorrow." Murong Lin sat casually next to a few people, with his legs on the table, looking at the three people.

In front of these people, Murong Lin looked full of hostility and rebelliousness, the image of a useless third prince who was anxious because of his father's lack of support and his mother's contempt.

"Isn't it? Are you really sure?" The charming man was shocked and said worriedly, "Do you need me to lend you some people?"

As the illegitimate son of a military lord, Bai Xiaoxiao also had some men on his hands.

"Old Lin, I'm treating you tonight, so feel free to order!" Li Mingdao said, playing with crickets. His father was a merchant, so he was naturally extremely rich.

"I have detailed information about some places in the south, take it." Zhou Miao took a puff of grass smoke and threw a jade slip to Murong Lin.

"Don't worry, are you still worried about Lao Lin's strength?" Ma Jianchou said, patting his belly. Several people started laughing, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

At this time, Murong Lin took the jade slip thrown by Zhou Miao, and the system's voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding! The villain has detected that the protagonist is approaching! Please pay attention!"

Murong Lin glanced outside and saw an arrogant figure walking into the venue and heading towards a box.

He has a delicate appearance, a majestic air, a stern look in his eyes, and there is a sense of great power in his movements. He is tall and plainly dressed, and is surrounded by several other people who are also plainly dressed.

Ma Jianchou saw it and shouted, "Sheng Yi! Why is he here too?"*

Oiran election

"Ding! The master has discovered the protagonist!

Name: Sheng Yi

Protagonist value: 400

Age: sixteen

Cultivation: Peak of Crystal Realm

Talent: Little Protagonist Aura, Rebirth Prophet (!!!)”

"Little anti, what does this bracket mean?" Murong Lin asked curiously.

He was not surprised that Sheng Yi was already at the peak of the Crystal Realm. After all, he was the protagonist, and he had no doubts about the talent of the "Rebirth Prophet". He had already confirmed that he was the protagonist of the rebirth stream. But what are the three exclamation points in parentheses?

"Ding! There are precautions in brackets, and the precautions have been opened.

Sheng Yi was reborn in a timeline where the master did not exist. The rebirth point was thirty years later, and his cultivation had reached the supreme level. "

"Exalted realm?" Murong Lin asked, with doubts on his face.

"The realm of respecting the superior is the third realm of the secret realm of supernatural power. After the four realms of the secret realm of flesh and body and the four realms of creation, there are the four realms of the secret realm of supernatural power, the realm of divine power, the realm of virtual law, the realm of respecting the superior, and the realm of transcending tribulations. Each The realm is divided into nine small realms. The first two correspond to the resources of the Huang level, and the latter two correspond to the Hong level. "

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive? Is there another secret realm?" Murong Lin remembered something and asked Xiao Xiao.

"Yes. Behind the secret realm of magical powers is the supreme secret realm, which is divided into four realms, the realm of the Immortal Emperor, the realm of the saint, the realm of the god king, and the supreme realm. The first three realms are divided into nine small realms, and the corresponding resources are the universe Level, Yu level. Note! The supreme realm is just a name. All supreme realms are not divided according to the nine levels of strength. At the same time, only one supreme realm is allowed to exist in the entire world, and you must wait until the previous one. Only when you die in the Supreme Realm can you do it.”

"Oh? How can he die in the Supreme Realm? Isn't he already the strongest?"

"Killed by powerful enemies outside the world, or killed by this world."

Murong Lin stopped delving further. It was too early for him to discuss these matters.

Several people in the box looked at Sheng Yi and his party as they walked into another box, and started whispering to each other.

Ma Jianchou mocked: "Why did this nerd come to Xinghua Tower today? He brought a bunch of trash with him."

"Oh, they are just lost dogs, so that guy Sheng Yi will try to win them over." Li Mingdao said, taking out a yellow-skinned gourd from the Qiankun bag, putting the crickets in and throwing them aside.

The few people following Sheng Yi were all little things that even Murong Lin didn't want to win over. They were either the wasted losers of a certain family or a lonely nobleman with poor strength, no connections, and Without any training resources, he is the most looked down upon by these second generation people in the capital, and they don't even bother to bully him.

However, these people posed a great threat in Murong Lin's eyes.

There are thousands of losers in the world who follow the protagonist and become a phoenix.

The loser who can be won over by the reborn Sheng Yi will become a powerful hero in the future, but he is not comparable to the second generation like Ma Jianchou.

"It's a pity." Murong Lin sat in his seat and remembered the faces of the three people, and no longer paid attention to Sheng Yi's box. For him tonight, it was to determine if there was still a protagonist here.

The thirty-three private rooms were filled with nobles from the capital. Apart from these second-generation people, there were also some people who flattered the Baihua Sect behind the Xinghua Tower, or people from other parts of the Yan Kingdom who came here to watch the excitement. In short, it was very lively.

The owner of Xinghua Building, a slim woman came out and stood in the center. Murong Lin sensed that she also had the strength of the peak of the Creation Realm, but she was old and yellow, with many wrinkles on her face. She looked like she was in her thirties, but in fact Murong Lin estimated that she was already sixty.

The host stood in the center of the stage, said a few words casually, stirred up the atmosphere, and then retreated. Afterwards, the four girls took to the stage to perform their talents.

Yu Xiu'er sat alone and played the piano, Ke Ren'er danced charmingly, Zhi Tian'er dipped her feet in ink to paint, and Ru Meng'er performed a masked trick.

The four of them each had their own talents, causing a group of men on the field to cheer.

Naturally, there was a commotion in the thirty-three private rooms.

Ma Jianchou was lying next to the window, staring at the people on the field, almost drooling. Li Mingdao was no exception, staring straight at them. Bai Xiaoxiao sat disdainfully, while Zhou Miao also came to the window, but she still smoked the cigarette rod, covering her face in smoke. Murong Lin put his legs on the table, leaned back on the chair, and watched the excitement leisurely.

These women could no longer seduce Murong Lin's interest.

What he desires is to be the strongest.

Whether it was the four famous leaders here or the four beauties in the capital, Murong Lin had seen them all, and none of them could affect his heart.