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

As straight as a swimming dragon, as graceful as a frightened bird, with a sword in hand, he will never thank you for being romantic.

It was only today that Chen Ming really realized the meaning of this description in the original book.

Luo Huaqing's nimble figure was reflected in his eyes, his waist-length hair was like a loose brocade, and his natural soft features were dyed as cold as snow, and there was no sense of disobedience, but instead gave birth to an awe-inspiring and inviolable beauty.

In the midst of her busy schedule, Luo Huaqing was able to take care of Chen Ming, she rolled the white light in her hand, and placed him on the back of her neck in a blink of an eye.

There was skin to skin contact, and the mind was connected for a moment, but there was no noise in his ears, only the hiss of the Xuantian Blade cutting the air remained, and it stabbed straight towards the window.

The blow was so powerful that Chen Ming thought that the wooden window would crack immediately, but he didn't expect a chuckle from outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, a wrist-thick silver thread rushed in "swish", firmly meeting the attack of Xuantian Blade.

There is a strange black color at the end of the silver wire. It doesn't look like a stain, but rather like an ink mark.

This originally extremely soft and fragile thing stood upright and stronger than fine steel under the injection of abundant energy.

Although part of the silver thread on the surface was cut off by the Xuantian Blade, it succeeded in winning by numbers, wrapping the blade tightly, and no matter how hard Luo Huaqing tried, he couldn't pull it out.

"Compared to the last time, the flexibility and responsiveness are much stronger, but the attack power still needs to be strengthened. It seems that Qing'er has not slackened in training these days, and I am very pleased to be a teacher."

A clear and melodious male voice floated in from the window. Chen Ming looked up and saw a man in a blue shirt stepping on the moon, looking like a fairy, and the systematic introduction of characters also sounded in response to the occasion:

【The most eye-catching thing about this person is his snow-like silver hair, which seems to be cut from the moonlight. The skin on the side of his face is firm without any wrinkles. It is not the appearance of an elderly person.He was born with a high nose and deep eyes, eyebrows like swords, thin lips, sharp and sharp contours, and he looked quite exotic, with a strange beauty between youth and middle age. 】

With a thought in his mind, Chen Ming immediately remembered the identity of this person, it was the master Luo Huaqing had recognized in Xuanyin Kingdom, the "Wandering Immortal" Qiu Hezi.

Qiu Hezi is known to everyone because of his silver-haired appearance, but this is a common feature of Yinyi people in the Qiongzhou mainland.

It is rumored that an extraterrestrial meteorite fell on the land of Yinyi tens of thousands of years ago, and the emitted elements changed the surrounding natural environment. Since then, people's hair color has gradually faded, and now they are born white. This is also true. The origin of the name of the country of Yinyi.

When he was recalling these things, he forgot that he was a brain wave projector. Luo Huaqing listened to his comprehensive introduction like Baidu Encyclopedia, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

He was about to figure out what was going on, but after another thought, Chen Ming was a sword spirit who had lived in the ancient sword for thousands of years, so it was not unreasonable to be knowledgeable.

The top priority was to deal with Qiu Hezi, he retracted the Xuantian Blade, bowed with his arms outstretched, and said respectfully: "Welcome to Master, I have lost my way, I hope you will forgive me!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I came here after receiving a summons. I found you were taking a shower and changing clothes. It would be better to give you a surprise, so I waited outside the window for a while."

Qiu Hezi stretched out one leg and sat astride the window sill, he picked up a fragrant pear from the tea table below and gnawed it, immediately destroying the image full of fairy spirit.

Luo Huaqing's brows twitched, and he restrained himself and stood up, but the complaints in his heart entered Chen Ming's ears word for word:

It’s still a surprise, it’s fine if you don’t bring any surprises, if I’m not fully on guard, how can there be life in your mountains and rivers?

Chen Ming: ... Hahahahahaha.

Qiu Hezi earned the title of "Wandering Immortal", in addition to his tyrannical eighth-level power, he also has an unruly, indulgent and freedom-loving behavior.

If someone were to do a series of "Into the Immortals" reality show, the director would probably go crazy every morning because he couldn't find a guest on the show.

After all, Qiu Guzi has never been able to stay in a room properly, but a tree on a cliff, a bench by the street, or the eaves of a restaurant make him feel more comfortable.

In the past, he often lay down on the side of the street drunk, if not for his only disciple, Luo Huaqing, who refused to follow him and resolutely protested, it would have been difficult for him to appear in such a well-dressed way as before.

The way he uses his natal spirit is also different from ordinary people. He stretches the barrel or tip of the originally rare dual-attribute spirit martial arts brush from time to time, even if it is dipped in ink.

The killing move he used to wrap the Xuantian Blade just now was formed by using the tip of the mountain and river pen extended by the force of origin.

"I'm not telling you, Qing'er, that you don't have to be too rigid in your daily actions. For example, your Xuantian blade, which can be extended or curved, can be used as a long sword or a sickle."

Qiu Hezi licked the juice and water from the corner of his lips eagerly, picked up a strand of silver thread from his temple to play with, his expression gradually became serious:

"You said in the folding paper spirit that there is something hidden about the prince of Qingli Kingdom pulling out Lan Zhen's ancient sword. What's going on?"

"It's better not to tell Master about our affairs."

Luo Huaqing's thoughts suddenly came into Chen Ming's mind, and the word "our business" revealed an invisible attachment and trust, which made him feel slightly warm.

"Master Mingjian, the records in the ancient books are indeed true. The impact of the ancient sword when it was unsheathed was indeed powerful, and the apprentice accidentally lost consciousness for a moment. After waking up, the prince of the Qingli Kingdom proved that he was the destiny with the seal on his hand." But Tuer discovered that the Fourth Prince had the same mark on his hand, even more obvious than that of the First Prince. From this point of view, there is no certainty as to whether the person who drew the sword is real or not."

"But disciple, you have always acted cautiously, and you are also a fifth-class origin force. How did you fall into the Tao so easily?"

Qiu Hezi immediately grabbed Hua Dian, Luo Huaqing's heart tightened, and immediately intensified the offensive of beauty tricks, the expression on his face became more and more aggrieved and confused:

"...I don't know, but I didn't expect it before, and the shock wave was too strong, so I couldn't avoid it and passed out... I will definitely be more careful in the future."

"Forget it, no matter who the person who pulled out the ancient sword is, it has no effect on our plan. Hey, I brought the person here for the teacher, and you can see if you are satisfied."

As he said that, he supported the edge of the window with one hand, and with the other hand he fished out the window, and silently carried a young man in.

That young man was born with white skin like snow and delicate features, and at first glance he looked a little like Luo Huaqing.

But now it is obvious that the state is not right, his eyes are standing there blankly, and he does not respond to external stimuli.

Chen Ming didn't have time to react, the picture around him was still, and the system said slowly:

[Entering the next stage of the plot: Entering the court for the first time, Xiao Ming's task is to ensure the hero's smooth exchange of identities, while ensuring his safety in the palace. 】

After that, the system did not continue to explain the detailed task process, and the time resumed running. Qiu Hezi immediately smiled and pointed to the young man beside him:

"According to your request, I selected a young man with a figure similar to yours from among the poor young men who were newly admitted to the servant's mansion, and then modified his appearance with a mountain and river brush. At first glance, he looks very similar to you. There are also It’s not a problem to cover your face with a bamboo hat.”

Chen Ming shrank back without a trace, released the telepathy, and then began to seriously recall the plot of the original work.

"Ten Miles of Red Makeup" also added a lot of court plots besides the romance line. This clever trick of "changing the civet cat for the prince" is the beginning of all the stories.

"The boy's name is Lin Zhuo, and he is from Heyang County in the south of Qingli. Both of his parents died, and he has been living on the support of his relatives since he was a child. Now he is forced to live as a slave in the palace. Identity is not difficult."

"That's very good, then, it will be hard for Master to perform the spell."

Sensing the retreat of the sword spirit, Luo Huaqing frowned slightly, and stuffed him back into the original place by straightening his clothes, secretly thinking:

"If you think it's cruel, don't watch it."

Can he feel that he and Master's behavior is not moral, and is worried that he will dislike him?

Chen Ming couldn't help laughing, and patted the back of his neck comfortingly:

"It's okay, I understand. After all, being a proton and being imprisoned for 15 years is no different from being in a prison. Besides, Lin Zhuo entered the palace just to ask for food and clothing, and lived a life of protons. He must have wished for more Woolen cloth."

No matter what, Luo Huaqing had to hide his identity and enter the palace, so that his relationship with the heroine began.

Seeing that Chen Ming didn't have any prejudice, Luo Huaqing heaved a sigh of relief, nodded and signaled Qiu Hezi to perform the spell.

The latter waved his hand immediately, Shanhe Pen wrote a few paragraphs of text in the void, and it turned into a wisp of gray air and penetrated into Lin Zhuo's brow.

After a while, when his eyes recovered and he came to his senses, Qiu Hezi immediately turned his shoulders to face her, and threw out a lot of questions like a cannonball:

"who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"what are you going to do?"

"who am I to you?"

The author has something to say: Master is really a skr werewolf, and he throws out philosophical questions as soon as he comes up hahahahaha~

The exciting little eunuch Luo Meiren is about to appear, surprise or not, and look forward to it~

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