All raid targets are reborn [Quick Transmigration]

"It's too sticky and itchy." Cheng Run'an stretched out his fingers to wipe off the grease on the soles of his feet, but Wen He stopped him.

Wen He stared at the fat place carefully: "Don't touch it yet, just wait."

Cheng Run'an was a little flustered by him: "What exactly are you painting?"

Seeing that the crane didn't talk to him, he talked to himself for a long time and found it boring. The high-hanging full moon gradually set, and the warm yellow sunlight gradually brightened the sea of ​​clouds. He suddenly went from the lively painting boat to the quiet Qingcheng Mountain.

boring, sad.

Wen He seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and raised his hand to draw a spell: "It's dawn, why don't you go and listen to the recitation of the new disciples?"

A picture appeared out of thin air, the morning bell rang, and the new children wearing simple Taoist robes went to the morning class one by one, and the crisp reading sounded from all the mountains, forming a vibrant song.

Cheng Run'an gave him an annoyed look: "No, is there anyone singing or dancing? It's boring."

Wen He raised his eyebrows lightly, and another picture appeared in front of Cheng Run'an's eyes, in which some mature teenagers stood holding swords.

Cheng Runan lay on Wen He and pointed to the teenagers in the painting: "That's fine, who are they?"

"The disciples of the Qingcheng faction who are going to participate in the Grand Competition." After Wen He finished speaking, he waved his hand to disappear all the pictures, and the fine halo returned to the sky and the earth.

Cheng Run'an patted him: "Keep watching, I'm always so boring to you, just look at those people just now."

Wen He coughed lightly: "I knew those moves hundreds of years ago, what's so interesting about them."

The subtext of this is that you don't worry about looking at others, look at me more.But Cheng Runan didn't seem to realize it, but said in surprise: "Ahe, so you are so old!"

Wen He's face turned dark, and he held his ear and said, "Can you hear the point correctly!"

Cheng Runan curled his lips: "I heard the point, but there are many people to look good, what's the point of you alone."

Wen He: "...I can conjure several puppets."

Cheng Runan's face was full of disgust: "It's not all about you. It's boring to see this face every day."

Wen He was angry: "You're still in good spirits."

Wen He's original intention was to tell Cheng Run'an that there are Qingcheng factions who like to watch the excitement, and they are even more magnificent and magical.

"Hahahahahahahaha." Seeing that Wenhe had nothing to say, Cheng Runan couldn't help laughing, and after a while he blinked, looked at Wenhe expectantly and asked, "Then can you teach me, no? It’s the same as the one you used to play with willow sticks when you couldn’t move, and it’s the same as those disciples just now, holding long swords.”

"You are in poor health." Wen He's eyes flickered slightly, and finally he just shook his head softly, "I can't."

"Obviously my feet are all healed." Cheng Run'an only thought that he was too weak, and leaned on his shoulder dejectedly, "Okay, I don't blame you."

Wen He nodded his forehead: "This time the Dabi Zongmen will take you to watch the fun, and there are all kinds of weapons. You can see whatever you want."

"Ahe, you are so kind, I love you!"

"You are obedient and obedient these days, don't make trouble."

"Listen, listen!"

The ointment that Wen He applied to Cheng Runan's feet was the love of older female cultivators. Women with advanced cultivation also love beauty. They don't want to have traces of time and suffering on their bodies. The cocoon becomes tender, as soft as a newborn baby.Wen He applied such a thick layer, one can imagine how delicate that place will be after the grease penetrates into the flesh thoroughly, even wearing the softest cloud brocade shoes will hurt when walking, not to mention the large-scale sword-holding movements up.

The tenderness brought by the cream is a dream and a treasure in the eyes of outsiders. The soft and fragile skin is not an injury, and the pair/legs are still extremely healthy, but they sway like weak willows while walking, and the soles of the feet are sore/ Weakness, incurable and irreversible.

It's a pity that Cheng Run'an didn't know all this, he just thought that Wen He was coaxed so easily by him, believed his superficial and far-fetched lies, and no longer cared about his leaving.

After the grease was wiped off, a layer of crystal clear slime appeared on Cheng Run'an's calf/leg. He was tired and half-closed his eyes and felt a little sleepy. Wen He attracted a spiritual spring to wipe off the residue.

Cheng Run'an slept very soundly this time, and when he woke up, he found that he was hugged by Wen He, and there was nothing superfluous. Feel.He slapped his eyelashes, leaned his head close to Wen He's ear and said, "Is it okay to wear the jade pendant around your neck? If you don't worry about it, just tie a knot. Putting it in will hurt your stomach, and it will fall off very easily!"

"I'm going to scare you." Wen He laughed, rubbed the back of him lightly and said, "Then help you get it out now?"

Cheng Run'an: "Why do I feel a little strange listening to you..."

……

The narrow air was full of ambiguity, Cheng Run'an bit his lip in embarrassment and indignation.

Wen He insisted on making such a troublesome thing that could be done by casting a small spell, and even put his fingers in and fiddled around, which made him almost out of breath.

After returning to Qingcheng Mountain, Wen He hugged Cheng Runan in his arms all day long and played with it carefully, never letting his toes fall to the ground, and he was almost tied to his body.At the same time, he is also transmitting spiritual energy to Cheng Run'an's body to repair the meridians, hoping that this little fox can turn into a fox as soon as possible, break away from the common world and possess a demon body.

Cheng Run'an's current body can receive the aura sent by Wen He, but he can't use it stably and freely, and it is fleeting. Unlike normal monsters who can absorb the aura of Yuehua on their own to practice, he can only rely on others to give it.

A body without a demon pill is like a half-broken "basket", and the spiritual energy stored in the slightest disappointment will all run away.After searching through ancient books, Wen He plans to ask his old friend to help refine a high-level elixir to replace the demon pill to repair the damage of the "basket". Then, through the guidance of human exercises, Cheng Run'an can learn to control and use the aura in his body.

With these two improvements, Cheng Run'an was able to guide the already solid aura in his body through human exercises, except that he couldn't absorb the moonlight by himself, and he was no different from a normal monster.

Wen He doesn't need Cheng Run'an to be able to re-cultivate, he just needs to help transmit the spiritual energy. As for why he spends so much effort to complete this matter...

They are already intimate to such a degree, we can't let him be a vegetarian for the rest of his life.

The Taoist companion's cultivation base is too low, it's a real headache.

But it seems that all these troubles are caused by himself, so it should be regarded as sweet pain.

The sect contest is just around the corner, and teams from other sects have arrived at the Qingcheng sect one after another. As the host, the Qingcheng sect must arrange the residences of the disciples and elders of other sects. It is a very troublesome thing.

What's more, the Qingcheng faction had such a few major events some time ago, the real head teacher went around and returned to Wen He's hands. Many people fixed their eyes on Wen He, trying to see clues from him.Who would have thought that Wen He, who had re-emerged as the head teacher, would be so bold that he would hold a beauty in his arms wherever he went, and the formation was engraved on the veiled veil to cover the beauty tightly, so that others could not see clearly.

This is really presumptuous to the extreme, all the sects that come and go are led by respected elders, although they are inferior in cultivation, they are not inferior to Wen He in terms of qualifications, and they all have ugly faces.

Wen He knew that this was not good, but he just couldn't help it. He wanted to kick Cheng Runan in his arms wherever he went, wishing he could put it in a pocket and put it in his sleeve, or put it in a delicate birdcage and carry it in his hand , From time to time, I will hold the soft/soft earlobe and kiss a few times, put it in the palm of my hand and caress it, without leaving for a moment.

Cheng Run'an went to the academy once, so he felt a little ashamed, and he didn't dare to make a fuss when facing so many people on his body.Wen He didn't give him shoes to wear, but wrapped them in light gauze. Cheng Runan was so nervous that he was afraid that people would find something wrong. At the same time, he scolded Wen He again from the bottom of his heart, and opened his mouth to blow air to signal that he was hungry and bossy. Ask Wen He to feed him meat.

Everyone knows a lot, and they can only lament that although the master teacher of the Qingcheng School is infatuated, he is too indulging in beauty, which is not a good thing.

It's just a matter of fact, others can't care about anything, as long as the Qingcheng faction's hospitality is not wrong, no matter how distasteful Wen He is for other people, they will not dare to take the opportunity to make trouble.

In the world of comprehension, strength is the most important thing. Wen He has become a god in just a few hundred years, and has become the most advanced group of monks today. What is even more frightening is that he is the youngest and has a bright future. People who dared to offend him directly maintained a superficial harmony.

It's just that there are always surprises in everything. There are so many people who are sophisticated, and naturally there are also vigorous ones.

The peach blossoms in the remote mountains bloom late, and the color is not as beautiful as those in Jiangcheng. It is a bit more chilly. A row of peach blossom trees planted on the mountain road of Qingcheng Mountain finally bloomed, forming a natural curtain layer upon layer.The pink/tender petals fluttered one after another, and the people who came and went were covered by the falling petals, and even their clothes were dyed with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Yu Valley is one of the few places where women practice purely. They are good at kung fu with softness and strength. They are combined with ancient dances to appreciate their excellent level. Therefore, they are very popular with other sects. The tempers of female cultivators are praised to the sky, and they are a bit arrogant. outrageous.Among them was a lively young girl who had just arrived in Qingcheng, and was delighted to see the dense peach blossom grove along the way. After nightfall, she urged her teachers and sisters to pick a few flowers and soak them in the water to get their fragrance. Dancing lightly, slender/monthly/long/legged, dancing gracefully, one by one until the end, dripping with sweat.

"Ahe, is there someone dancing down there?" Cheng Run'an poked open a few peach blossom branches, his eyes were round, "There really are, wow, they are quite pretty, and their movements are also good!"

"Where is Deng Tuzi coming from!" Hearing the voice from above, the woman under the tree suddenly drew her sword, the flower tree was lifted, and the sword shadow swung towards the person on the tree with a cold light.

"Ah He, run!" Cheng Run'an hastily patted Wen He's shoulder a few times, and kept urging him under the helpless eyes of the other party, "Don't let people find out, we are all people with status, run quickly. "

Wen He: "It's just admiring the moon, we haven't done anything wrong, there is nothing shameful..."

At night, Cheng Runanfei murmured that he wanted to enjoy the moon. He was arty and disliked the smell of Yunling grass in the yard, so he had to sit on the peach blossoms.Wen He got a headache from his quarrel, so he had to take this man to the Peach Blossom Forest.The moonlight is cold and has no temperature. Although the peach blossoms are fragrant, they are not edible. When Cheng Runan went there, he was very excited, and he was about to fall asleep again when he looked at it. He didn't wake up until he heard the movement from below. Interested.

Cheng Run'an muttered: "They won't listen to you, don't worry about it so much, run away!"

Hearing the beautiful scolding from the female nuns, Wen He hugged Cheng Run'an and felt a little headache: "If you run away, you will really become a disciple."

While the two of them were talking, dense sword shadows had already flown over, the peach blossom branches were broken and fell to the ground, the fragmented petals were broken into mud by the sword energy, and the rich fragrance permeated everyone's noses.

Wen He pushed the flower branch and hugged Cheng Run'an to dodge a few sword moves. He wanted to explain to the female nun, but the angry female nun couldn't listen to their words. He decided to leave the Peach Blossom Forest, leaving the group of female cultivators cursing in place.

At dawn the next day, the nuns in Yu Valley recognized Wen He as soon as they saw him, drew their swords and questioned what happened yesterday.

"The dignified Qingcheng Sect's head teacher, how can he act/do things as shamelessly as a ghostly villain!"

People from other sects didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so they gathered together and chattered: "Senior sister, put away the sword first, is there some misunderstanding, did you admit the wrong person?"

The female cultivators took back their swords and snorted coldly: "There are still people in the whole Qingcheng Mountain who are like real people, carrying a trash everywhere they go, it's really embarrassing."

"What did Master Wen do to offend even the most gentle-tempered Yu Shangu?"

A slightly older female cultivator said angrily: "They peeked at my disciples practicing dance last night, and commented on it in a frivolous tone!"

"...That's not the case, Wen Zhenren has a Taoist companion."

The female cultivator looked at Wen He sarcastically: "Is there any reason to say to this kind of lust/desire/smoke/heart? , find a Taoist companion only for beauty."

When this group of people greets and makes peace with each other when they talk, it's as hard to get in as they sing.Cheng Runan clung to Wenhe's body, and suddenly asked softly, "Ahe, did the people from Yushan Valley come when we became Taoist couples?"

After thinking for a moment, Wen He said: "There are too many people who came to congratulate the gift, and the Xiaomen Xiaopai can't remember clearly."

Cheng Run'an smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, and said without guilt: "I don't know where those dancers came from last night, and I don't know them. They danced well, but their looks are too average, and their faces are not half as good-looking as mine."

Wen He shook his head and said, "How do you compare with those people?"

"Oh, that's right, Ah He, why do you speak so nicely?" Cheng Runan sighed after finishing speaking, his face was full of sly complacency, he went to the world, and he didn't learn how to speak more neatly for other serious things.The female cultivators who heard him run out swung their swords angrily, but were forced to withdraw their sword moves by Wen He's aura.

"Too much deceit!" The female nuns looked at the onlookers angrily, "Brothers, please help us judge, these two shameless people peeked at my Gu disciples dancing and mocked them arrogantly. Convincing people!"

Wen He said in a deep voice: "Yesterday, my wife and I went to the peach grove to enjoy the moon. You suddenly made a fuss and spoiled the atmosphere, not to mention destroying more than half of the dense Lingzhi peach grove. How do you guys from Yu Valley plan to compensate?"

The elders of the Qingcheng sect are not meddlesome, and when they heard this, they all whispered in agreement: "We have planted the peach grove on the other side of the mountain road for many years, bathed in the aura of Qingcheng, and listened to the disciples reciting fairy tales all day long. Le, maybe he should have had a psychic connection earlier, and I don’t know if he was frightened by those people who made trouble.”

Another person said: "The head teacher doesn't have the eyes to see other vulgar fans. Senior sister takes it for granted."

The group of people argued endlessly, and finally the female cultivator headed by Yu Shangu's eyes were red with anger, and she bowed slightly to Wen He: "The Zongmen Dabi, although Lu Ming of Yushan Valley knows that he is no match for Master Wen, he still wants to ask for advice in advance. Fan, I hope that Zhenren is generous and willing to give some pointers."

The author has something to say: Thank you Xia Chong for not talking about mine~

These days I plan to participate in Riwan, my hands are slow so I don’t have much time to read the background comments, group~