The Correct Posture for Anti-Transmigration [Quick Transmigration]

It is definitely unwise to really change a set of bedding every day, after all, things like stealing things cannot be done often.Even with my own pace, it is no problem to travel thousands of miles a day. If it is a normal world, if you change places every day to steal, you will definitely not be caught.But here is the world of immortal cultivators. If you accidentally fly to other people's territory, or accidentally offend a place that is related to a certain immortal cultivator family, no matter whether you can beat them or not, you will push yourself into the fire pit. At that time, if a fairy is attracted and discovers his identity as a fairy sword spirit...

Then I'd better delete the account and start over.

emmm....

Thinking about it, Wu Hao, who was so worried that he was about to lose his hair as a teenager, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking that since his fairy power can dispel the stale air that invaded the skin, it should also be useful for staining the bedding.Since there is no way to get new ones every day, we might as well use the fairy power to disperse them once a day. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is better than being caught.

Ok, deal.

After finishing everything, he covered the male lead with the quilt backhandedly. He didn't intend to stay, so he opened the door and went to rest in his own room next door.

Although sword spirits generally don't need to sleep, but today the spirit power wasted too much, sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, Wu Hao's consciousness slowly settled down, and he began to cultivate in the sea of ​​consciousness.Anyway, for a creature like Sword Spirit, which is a combination of heaven and earth, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to replenish itself can be regarded as sleep in another sense.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain outside.

At first it was just drizzling, and then the sound gradually became louder. The bean-sized raindrops continued to hit the roof, the eaves, and the leaves of the purple bamboo around the house, making it seem a little noisy.Fifth Hao, who was practicing with his eyes closed, frowned, withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness, turned his head slightly, his sensitive hearing could distinguish a trace of suppressing great pain from the sound of rain in his throat. He groaned.

His eyes slowly opened, his mysterious blue pupils shimmered in the dark night, he turned his head in surprise in the direction of the sound, and looked at the male protagonist's position through the wall.

What happened next door?

Jumping out of the bed, Wu Wuhao went straight through the bamboo wall and entered the male lead's room without bothering to go through the door.

It’s still raining outside. Although there was a space under the house to prevent the rain from flooding the house, there is no such thing as a charcoal stove for heating. The newly built room is still cold and humid. Even if there is no water on the body, there is always a feeling of A clammy feeling.The male protagonist is lying on the bed, his eyelids are only slightly lifted, the exposed pupils are slack, and his brows are tightly furrowed. Three or four lines between the eyebrows are as deep as if they were cut with a knife and axe, and are covered by black and white ink lines. The face, which was so divided that it could not be seen clearly, was twisted into a ball, and cold sweat dripped down from the forehead.

The quilt had long been lifted to the foot of the bed and piled up in a pile. His thin body was twitching violently, as if he was enduring great pain. Both hands were tightly clutching the bed sheet under him, his joints were blue and white, and even the back of his hand was so hard My veins popped out.But even so, even though he was too painful to think, his lips were still tightly pursed, as if he was used to patience, and he just subconsciously let out a few uncontrollable muffled groans.

Startled by the opponent's appearance of dying from pain, Wu Wuhao stepped forward in two steps, pointing at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and the righteous fairy power flowed out along the fingertips, and as soon as he penetrated into the opponent's body, he was rolled by disorder The turbidity dissipated.

...The turbidity is out of control?

How the fuck did this get out of control?

Frowning again, more fairy power flowed into the body along the opponent's forehead, condensed into a thin line, and was torn apart like a storm by the turbid air, and walked along the opponent's meridian with difficulty, trying to appease those tyrannical turbidity. gas.Digging up the memory of the original owner in his mind, Fifth Hao carefully read through the memory of the other party 27 years after he was demoted back to the human world, only to find that the turbid air had not only rioted once, but every time it rained, it would come up Well then.

At the beginning, the male lead, who had never experienced such pain in his life, rolled in pain in the room, wailed until his voice became hoarse, and was so miserable that the beauties who had sincere friendship with him all cried beside him.

But as time passed year by year, there was no one around who dared to show kindness, and most of them were even full of malice, and would bully him for nothing, so he gradually got used to patience.All the suffering was shattered, and I swallowed it back into my stomach with blood and tears. I no longer hoped for redemption, and I didn't want others to see my fragile side.

But it’s no wonder that he is in such pain. Although I don’t know the reason, the rain in this world has the effect of washing away the turbid air. Even some immortals in the fairy world will come to the mortal world to collect rainwater to refine and overcome it. The elixir of turbidity.According to the current situation of the male protagonist, it is roughly equivalent to a huge cloud of foul air. Even if it is indoors and it is not directly poured, it is a little bit better than the dark mage who was directly thrown under the holy light. It is not painful. There are ghosts.

After figuring out the situation and knowing that the hero can't die now, Wu Wuhao calmed down and withdrew from his memory.

Then he felt severe pain from his right hand, as if countless needles pierced the epidermis, pierced into the bone marrow, and kept churning in the flesh and blood.

I fuck!

His eyelids twitched suddenly, and he wanted to withdraw his hand in reflex, but with his strength, he didn't pull it in a hurry.

Even though the male protagonist has been tortured until he loses consciousness, he knows that this thing that can relieve his pain will be taken away.In the next second, Fifth Hao felt that the other party was gripping harder, his hands were as tight as twisting twists, and he could even hear the sound of his own bones being squeezed and dislocated.

Although he knew that as a sword spirit, every part of his body was transformed by the Tianyin sword, unless his strength was so strong that he could smash the sword with his bare hands, otherwise this hand would definitely not be able to destroy him, but he still couldn't hold back the thought The picture of his hand being crushed, he struggled again.

Break free this time.

Then he saw the male lead curled up facing him like a shrimp, his mouth that had been pursed was slightly opened, and two painful groans leaked out, and his two thin hands were still stretched forward weakly. , grabbed twice in the air, and then hung down in disappointment.

Fifth Hao:......

He suddenly felt a little pain in his conscience that he had thrown away long ago.

Even the other person's face that frightened the children looked a little fragile.

.......

Well done, even if I'm afraid of you, can't you do it!

Maybe it's because it's raining outside, maybe it's because the other person's current situation is too similar to the previous regret, or maybe it's just pure concern for a stranger who is suffering.

Think of it as my reward for reading your memory!

In any case, although Fifth Hao gave a 'tsk' in displeasure, he still jumped onto the bamboo bed, sat cross-legged next to the male protagonist, and grasped it with his right hand that had just been polluted by the turbid air and turned black. the other party.

The pain of being grabbed by the opponent's backhand again made him frown even tighter. As time went by, more and more stale air eroded in.Although the thing couldn't break through his own protection and invade into the meridians, the pain that gradually intensified was not easy to bear.

Close your eyes, keep your heart a little clear, and the fairy power flows into the meridians along the fingertips wrapped in the opponent's palm to help the opponent relieve some pain.

Grinding the missing back molar like this for a whole night, when the rain stopped the next morning and the male protagonist fell into a coma completely, he forcefully opened the opponent's fingers one by one, and rescued his already blackened man. Right arm over shoulder.

Standing up on the bed, he kicked the male lead so that he rolled around in the bed. Wu Hao, who had relieved some revenge, grinned and jumped out of the bed, clutching his arm that hurt like a saw. He just opened the door , was blown by the cool wind with the unique aroma of bamboo outside.

Not to mention, although he could not feel the cold and heat with a single sword inspiration, he knew that the surrounding area should be quite cold just by looking at it.

Supporting the bamboo door to calm down for a while, he took back his right foot that had already been stepped, walked to the side of the bed, picked up the quilt that had been idle all night, and was not polluted by the foul air, and gave it to the unconscious person After closing the cover, he turned around and went out the door again.

After thinking about it all night yesterday, Fifth Hao has already figured it out. According to the original author's fucking setting, only spirit stones can absorb turbid air.But there is also a fatal flaw in using spirit stones. Not only are they expensive, they don't absorb much, and they are disposable items that break after use.In a situation like the male protagonist's turbidity is overwhelming, there is no one who can't beat 200 million spirit stones.

Of course, he has another quicker method, which is to apply for a golden finger with the Space-Time Administration, which can be done in less than a second.But there are two problems with this. First, if the employee who is doing the task applies for the golden finger, the salary of the task will be halved.That is to say, if you really take this shortcut, then this time travel can only be used as a penalty mission, and you will be in a panic if you think about it.

Second, regardless of the fact that I can’t explain to others why I can dispel the turbid qi, just look at the male lead’s current state of ashes. After healed, it’s okay not to report to the office, let alone to strive for immortality God's position.When the time comes, you can't beat it, and you can't catch it. If people think that you are too wordy and turn around and kill yourself, there is no room for reasoning.

The best way is to solve the other party's psychological problems first, and then consider the hardware problems of the body.

So the most important issue now is to earn spirit stones.

......

ummm

No...wait...that kid is a mortal now...does he still have to eat?Based on yesterday's memory...he hadn't eaten for at least three days?

It's a goddamn fate not to starve to death.

Facing the endless problems one after another, Fifth Hao Sensen's egg hurts.

I really took over a big trouble!

Gee.

Resigned to his fate, he flew to the nearby river to catch a perch, found some wild vegetables in the woods to reconcile the taste, and dug a young bamboo shoot with local materials.Going back to the bamboo house with a net bag, shaved off the perch's spines with the magic technique, cut them into pieces with a sword brush, and then easily cut the stone into the shape of a pot. I suddenly remembered——I can go along, why do I have to cook by myself?