When a straight man is bound to the matchmaker system [Transmigration Book]

"The right and wrong here are not what you and I originally thought." Luo Huaqing's eyes curled up helplessly, and he sighed quietly, "I was not selected as the master of the ancient sword purely because of my strength."

He calmly met Luo Qian's cold gaze, and explained unhurriedly: "The ancient sword has been sealed in the blood black stone for thousands of years, and those who are not destined by fate are not allowed to pull it out. Only through the illusion of the heart demon spread by the blood black stone itself can it be recognized by the ancient sword."

"And the scene I saw that day was that you pushed me off the cliff with your backhand..."

Luo Qian raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips: "So the grievances accumulated over the years are nothing but the disaster caused by the illusion of the demons in the heart, and the reason why I saw such a scene is nothing more than the fear in my heart."

What defeated him was not his talented younger brother, but the fear rooted in his heart.

He suddenly felt a little ironic. The inner demon knocked himself into the abyss, his whole body was corroded by Yin Qi, and his life was hanging by a thread. He had no choice but to choose such an unbearable way of cultivation. Enmity, take back everything that should belong to him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be nothing but fetching water from a bamboo basket.

It's just a joke of fate.

A rare look of bewilderment appeared on Dijun Jiye's usually arrogant and indifferent face, and the surging Yin energy around him slowly recovered, and he fell into a daze for a while.

Even if he is determined and determined, the obsession that he has persisted for many years is suddenly defeated, and it is difficult to accept it for a while.After a long while, he slowly raised his head, looked at Luo Huaqing with complicated eyes, and said shyly:

"So at the beginning, Gu Jian chose you?"

Luo Huaqing nodded lightly, her watery eyes fell on the ancient sword Lan Zhen in her hand, showing tenderness and tenderness.

All this is indeed not a coincidence, but a bond of love in a previous life.

The reason why the Lan Zhen ancient sword can become the most powerful weapon in the world, and even face the meteorites from outside the sky without fear, is precisely because of the existence of the sword spirit in it.

The sword spirit is not formed naturally when the sword is cast, but must be sacrificed to the sword with a living being, and it can be formed by melting it in the true fire of samadhi for 49 days.And not every time the sacrifice of the sword can be successful, the conditions for casting a sword spirit are extremely harsh, not only requires the swordsmith and the creatures to have strong strength, but also requires abundant heaven and earth aura as an aid.

And the most critical point is the unreserved willingness and dedication of the living beings.

The above conditions are indispensable, but the difficulty of concentrating them is no different from that of transforming gods into ascension, and it is impossible to complete easily.Therefore, the Qiongzhou Continent has existed for thousands of years, and there are only a few so-called magic weapons, and the Lanzhen ancient sword is the best among them.

And the sword spirit in this ancient sword is the one who has been bound with him for three lives and has a deep affection.

The right and wrong here are not enough for outsiders to understand. He didn't want to tell the whole story of the past, so he simply summed it up: "The ancient sword has a spirit. I was inextricably linked with the swordsmith in my previous life. As a result, there is a mission to resist the sky crack."

"In the end, you don't have to envy me," he shook his head sadly, and laughed at himself, "If you want to wear a crown, you have to bear its weight, and the feeling of resisting the sky is not so pleasant. Even the soul is torn apart, the memory of the past is gone, and everything has to start all over again."

Everything he was once proud of was taken away by the so-called fate, and he couldn't say that he didn't complain in his heart.

But the one who woke up with him was that person.

The memory rewinds uncontrollably, and he vaguely recalls that when he was adopted by Xuanyinmen's real Qiu He, the other party told him that he was lying in the snow, wrapped in only a thin shirt, his hands and feet were red from the cold , but still refused to let go of the other person in his arms.

"At that time, I couldn't help thinking, the two of you have no yang energy, and your clothes are thin, so you won't be able to stay in this snow for long. I originally planned to take you back to the Xuanyin Sect to cultivate, but you didn't Thinking of your child who is stubbornly refusing to let go."

And it was none other than his junior brother Chen Ming who was hugged tightly in his arms that day.

He was born with an arrogant and reckless temperament, so of course he refused to admit it, not only did he not get close to this junior, he even deliberately alienated him.

However, all this ceased to exist after a drunk.

That person is born warm and cool, which is the greatest tenderness that Lan Zhen's ancient sword can bring to him.

"It turns out that all the truth is nothing more than that," Luo Qian cocked his lips mockingly, "In the end, it was because I couldn't overcome the hurdles in my heart that I ended up today."

He took advantage of the beast tide to come to Qingli Mountain, because he wanted to avenge his shame, and fight Luo Huaqing in an upright decisive battle to regain the ownership of the ancient sword.But now it seems that it is unnecessary and meaningless to do so by myself.

He glanced at Luo Huaqing's face, and said calmly: "This is the end of the matter, and there is no need for me to stay any longer. You are now a fairy body, and you have been eroded by the yin energy of this seat. I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover for a while. Now the demons have been relieved." , this seat can be regarded as a favor from you, this condensate pill can remove the Yin Qi in your body and nourish your body, you can take it."

Before the words fell, a light blue pill flew out and floated in front of Luo Huaqing's eyes.

Although Emperor Jiye acted deviantly, he was a man of great faith. Luo Huaqing was a brother of the same clan as him in his previous life, so he knew him well, so he no longer hesitated, raised his hand to take the pill and put it in his bosom.

In fact, the wounds in his body have already been cured by the aura of Lan Zhen's ancient sword. What's more, it is not him who is in direct contact with the Yin Qi, but the person who is desperate to show his true form. When it comes to treatment, it must be the other party's The situation is of course much more urgent than his.

After the two exchanged a few words, Emperor Ji Ye tore open a space rift with his backhand, and led the evil cultivators behind him back in a file.Seeing that the general situation was over, the monsters who stayed in the same place had no intention of contending with Lan Zhen's ancient sword, and quickly retreated.

The ancient sword in his hand was still trembling, as if he hadn't recovered from the impact just now, Luo Huaqing felt sore, couldn't help raising his hand to caress the cool metal, and sighed softly:

"It's okay, Xiao Ming, you don't have to be nervous."

"everything is over."

Almost at the same time as his words fell, the ancient Lan Zhen sword in his hand trembled slightly, and then the scorching light faded away, and a slender figure slowly appeared.

He reached out to catch it, and looked down, only to see Chen Ming leaning against his arms with half-closed eyes, his face was pale, and the corners of his forehead were dripping with cold sweat.

All the yin energy output by Emperor Ji Ye was contaminated on Lan Zhen's ancient sword. Before the transformation, Chen Ming was just a sword repairer in the early Yuanying stage. How could he withstand the erosion of yin energy? Because of the restless yang qi.

Luo Huaqing frowned, took out the condensed dew pill left by Emperor Jiye, and tried to feed it into his mouth, but the other party pressed his lips tightly, and couldn't take the pill at all.

With a secret sigh, he simply held the pill in his mouth, bowed his head to cover Chen Ming's lips, pushed the tip of his tongue, and fed the pill.

What the man said was indeed true, not long after taking the Ninglu pill, Chen Ming's face visibly recovered a little blush, and soon his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he woke up leisurely.

Luo Huaqing looked at him with some resentment, and before she could utter her words, she was hugged by the other party:

"I'm so tired... hold me."

The cool lips pressed against the side of his neck, but the blowing on the fluff was full of hot air. Luo Huaqing blinked, as if a light feather had fallen from her heart, the itching was unbearable.

What's going on here?

His eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly remembered that Chen Ming suddenly burst out with the power of the ancient sword today, which seemed a little unreasonable.

It is true that the man is the ancient sword, but after all, the cultivation base in this world is only at the level of Yuanying, far from the level where he can awaken the power of the ancient sword at will.The reason why he was able to successfully return to his original state was probably because he was anxious when he saw himself in danger, and his potential exploded.

The price for gaining power far beyond his own level is damage to his soul. Right now he looks ignorant, probably because he hasn't fully awakened yet.

The little fairy in white was holding his sticky junior brother and stood in front of the crowd, with a dignified expression and calm posture, but the tips of his ears were blushing indistinctly.

The mountain people who escaped from the dead came back to their senses. Even though they were born under the Qingli Mountain and had seen a lot, facing such a huge wave of beasts and seeing the confrontation between the top powerhouses such as Emperor Jiye and Emperor Mingyu, they still couldn't help it. For the first time, under the ecstasy of the rest of their lives, they took Luo Huaqing's hand and claimed that they would hold a banquet to thank him no matter what.

His junior brother was not in the right condition, but Luo Huaqing couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of the mountain people, so he could only hold Chen Ming down the mountain for the banquet with half push and half push.

During the banquet, there were a lot of toasts and various dishes. Luo Huaqing helped Chen Ming to sit down at the side, then turned to meet the villagers who came to offer a toast and thanked them, and raised the wine cups for tea with a smile.

Originally, he had no memory of his previous life, so naturally he had no scruples about it, but now that he understands his origin, he will not easily drink alcohol in front of outsiders.

Jiye Dijun is of the same lineage as himself, and belongs to the Xuanshui snake clan with powerful spiritual power in the demon world. Even if his cultivation base is ruined and his soul is reborn, the characteristics of the Xuanshui snake clan still cannot be erased.

Snakes are afraid of alcohol, and after being contaminated, they can feel dry and hot, and in severe cases, they will show their original shape. Now that he knows the truth, he will of course be extra cautious about it.

But when he turned around after toasting, what he met was a pair of hazy drunk eyes.

Chen Ming stared at him obsessively, there was still some wine on his lips. He probably felt thirsty after waking up, so he found some wine nearby and drank it. However, except for Luo Huaqing who secretly changed the wine glass in front of him, The other cups on the table are Taoyuanzui brewed by the villagers themselves.

Qingli Mountain is not only a well-known spot for cultivating immortals, but also the Taoyuan Drunken Wine brewed by the mountain people is a must. What's more, Chen Ming is a person in the immortal way who doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays.

If it was said that his eyes just looked a little hazy because of the damage to his soul, at this moment he was completely out of focus.

"You, don't you know how to call me when you're thirsty?" Luo Huaqing smiled helplessly, and raised his hand to wipe away the wine seeping from the corner of Chen Ming's mouth.

Originally, he was simply wiping his mouth for the other party, but Chen Ming obviously didn't intend to let him go just like that. The moment the slender white fingers were pressed against his lips, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and curled his soft fingertips like a prank.

Suddenly, Luo Huaqing felt a fiery tingling sensation coming from his fingertips, and he raised his eyes in disbelief, and saw Chen Ming retracting his tongue in a leisurely manner, and smacked his lips contentedly:

"...is sweet."

His nostalgic eyes fell on the smooth fingers, and then his eyes moved up, gradually staying on the equally slender and beautiful neck:

"I still want it."

Chen Ming, who was in a damaged state of mind and soul, was obviously a master of doing what he said, and made up his mind as soon as he said it, regardless of whether people around him were paying attention, he propped himself up and stepped forward, tilting his head to hold his brother's Adam's apple.

His long and thick eyelashes brushed Luo Huaqing's skin, which immediately irritated the spot and made it red.

Luo Huaqing looked a little ashamed, supported his shoulders with both hands, seemed to want to push him away, then hesitated for a while when the matter came to an end, and put it down slowly with secret joy.

...that's all.

Chen Ming hugged his neck like this and kissed him for a while, Tao Yuanzui's stamina soon caught up with him, his whole body became hot, Luo Huaqing could not help but feel the scorching heat even though Luo Huaqing usually had a body shield with Gang Qi.

"How are you?" He stroked Chen Ming's face worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

No matter for Immortal Dao or Demon Cultivator, the soul is the most delicate and sensitive part. Chen Ming is already in a very fragile state of damage to the soul, and Taoyuan Zui is not extraordinary. It will be bad if it accidentally affects the soul...

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Seeing that Chen Ming's fever was getting worse, he simply gritted his teeth and picked him up, and said goodbye in front of the villagers: "My junior brother is a bit too drunk, I'm afraid I have to go back to Xuanyinmen first. Today I would like to thank all of you for your hospitality, Luo Mou hereby thank you."

"Xiao Xianjun, you're welcome. Without you, we may not be able to escape from this beast tide."

The villagers rubbed their hands together and showed a smile. Under the simplicity, there was even a hint of happiness that their wish was fulfilled: "Chen Xiaoxianjun's condition cannot be delayed, you should take him back to his room to rest earlier, so that he can take care of him."

Why is there a faint feeling that everyone is happy to see it happen?

Luo Huaqing frowned, she was speechless at the weird thoughts that popped up in her mind, after a few words of farewell, she stepped into the air on the newly repaired Xuantian Blade, and Yujian returned to the Xuanyin Gate on the top of the mountain.

It was almost late at night, and the rest of the disciples in the door had basically returned to their rooms to rest. Luo Huaqing hugged Chen Ming and was heading towards his bedroom, but the man relentlessly grabbed his sleeve and kept yelling hot.

"I'm so hot...I don't want to go back...I don't want to..."

Luo Huaqing was no longer able to stay calm and self-sufficient after he was so nonsense and flirtatious. His body also felt irritated and hot. He sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but think of the cold pool in the mountains and forests, which may be used for cooling off.

About half an hour later, he supported Chen Ming's waist and slowly landed on the ground, took off each other's outer robes in twos and threes, leaving only a thin layer of middle clothes, and then stepped into the water barefoot with his hands in hand.

The icy cold water soon filled the waists of the two of them, and the discomfort in their bodies was wiped away. Chen Ming became a little more conscious, and when he looked up, he saw Luo Huaqing standing in the moonlight, tenderly gaze at himself.

His ink-like black hair was wetted by water and stuck to the side of his neck, making his neck look as slender as a swan, and it was shockingly white and crystal clear.His middle coat was wet with water, and it stuck to his body translucently, outlining the outlines of his limbs, like a captivating monster.

His heart beat faster in an instant, he licked his lips, and felt a burning sensation in his throat.

Even if that person is upright and clean in front of his eyes, he still feels not enough and unsatisfied.

want... want more...

"Qingqing..." His thoughts turned and turned, and his reason was overwhelmed by boiling emotions. He trembled all over, and finally called out the name that was deeply rooted in his heart.

Luo Huaqing froze the moment he spoke.

This title... If he heard it right, he would only call him this when Chen Ming had not become Lan Zhen's ancient sword sword spirit two lifetimes ago.

Is he recovering his past memories, or is he simply feeling the scene?

Before he had time to think carefully, a pair of fiery hands had already quietly climbed onto his cheeks:

"Qingqing, I'm so hot and uncomfortable..."

The scorching breath was right in front of his eyes, and Chen Ming's eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, sparkling, and when his vermilion lips were slightly parted, there was a wordless charm and temptation:

"Help me...please..."

This person in front of him is the person he is most attached to in his past and present life. Even if he is unconscious, or even does not know where he is, he is willing to trust this person instinctively, and instinctively gives him everything he has without reservation.

Luo Huaqing stared at him without blinking, his eyes darkened for a while, and he nodded slightly.

He said, "Okay, I'll help you."

The Milky Way was boiling hot, but suddenly it was covered by layers of warm and cool deep water, and the moonlight poured down like a stream, creating crystal ripples on the water surface.

No more words are needed, all the emotion and heat are submerged in the cool water, turning into circles of messy water waves, and the bamboo leaves that are blown into the water by the wind drift away along the water flow, and are pushed back again, nostalgia Attached tightly to Ruxue's sleeves, entangled for a long time, intimate and lingering.

Just like two figures clinging to each other in the water, there is no gap between them.

The quiet night is silent and tender, as if indulging in a silent and wonderful illusion.

……

After that, it will be short-term love and long-term love, a night of dreams.

In the hazy morning light, Chen Ming looked down at the messy bedding around him. Seeing a crystal white arm lying in front of him, he couldn't help rolling his huge eyes.

...It turned out to be true!

...I really lost my innocence!

Luo Huaqing, you who killed a thousand swords, what did you do when you were unconscious!

The conscience of heaven and earth, his memory ended when he went down the mountain to quell the beast tide. A super boss came to the sky for no reason.

But even if the operation beyond one's own strength will bring a series of side effects, it is not the current approach, right?

He froze on the spot, dumbfounded, and his direct gaze quickly woke up the light sleeper on the bed.

Luo Huaqing woke up like a fluttering eyelash, and her lazy eyes fell on Chen Ming, which somehow carried some bewitching meaning:

"Good morning, my little Ming."

Bridge bean sack, my...Xiao Ming?What kind of disgusting name is this?

Chen Ming was instantly overwhelmed by lightning, and felt that his three views had received a huge shock, but for some reason, he didn't feel repelled at all, and even felt some secret joy.

What kind of situation is this? Could it be that he has exploded with great strength, and now he can't even use his brain?

Luo Huaqing could see his entanglement and confusion, and couldn't help but sigh softly, feeling a little sour in his heart.

The consequence of damage to the soul is the loss of memory. Even with the return of the ancient sword's spiritual power, the memories of the previous life must have been traced back to Chen Ming's mind, but they are still eaten by the cracks in the soul, and now only sporadic fragments are left. impression.

Fortunately, the memory doesn't exist, but the instinct of love is there. Although he doesn't want to, he still curls up obediently in his arms.

"Brother, why on earth are you... treating me like this?"

Chen Ming kneaded the corner of the quilt, her eyes dodged and she didn't dare to look at him, but Luo Huaqing chuckled lightly and raised his chin, making him raise his eyes to meet her.

Fortunately, there is no imminent sky crack in this life, and there is no icy blood black stone blocking it.

His Xiao Ming has always been so genuinely and fieryly close to his side.

They still have a long, long time.

Thinking of this, the corners of his soft mouth curled up, his lips were cherry red, as bright as a crabapple in autumn:

"I'm just greedy for your body."

(End of the episode)

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