I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

Hearing Huan Chengzhi's question, He Yufan immediately nodded and smiled, "Of course, have you ever seen me write about a weak protagonist?"

"I knew it." Huan Chengzhi chuckled and shook his head, but He Yufan didn't need to say anything more. He paused for a while, then pointed to the contents of the outline, and continued: "I went to find out about the The news about Molan Pavilion is not different from what you wrote. That place was indeed well-known in the cultivation world hundreds of years ago, but in the past hundred years, it has become more and more low-key for unknown reasons. There are not many people with names, let alone where they are located.”

He Yufan nodded: "It's normal, the protagonist is not strong enough, and this place doesn't accept outsiders. Before the protagonist rises up, no one will know about Molan Pavilion."

Huan Chengzhi hummed: "There is also a rumor that the Mo Lan Pavilion is not welcoming, and the surroundings are full of barriers. Even if you find a place, you will probably have to turn on the road."

He Yufan touched his chin, but the expression on his face didn't change at all.

He reached into the Qiankun bag again and touched it twice, and when he took it back, the green sky mirror also returned to his palm.

Facing Huan Chengzhi's slightly complicated gaze, he smiled and said, "Actually, I think this mirror is quite useful, at least for such small things as guiding the way or hiding from traps, I believe it will never go wrong."

Huan Chengzhi smiled helplessly.

But thinking that the mirror should be more or less used to this kind of treatment, the words of sympathy were spared in his mouth, and then he swallowed them back.

Having said that, the problem of the past can be regarded as solved.

Huan Chengzhi lowered his head and glanced at the outline again, before continuing to ask: "You said there would be a chance, but the protagonist is not me, so what chance can I have?"

"It doesn't matter whether the protagonist is you or not, I believe you are talented in this area." He Yufan said: "You have to know, if the current master of the Molan Pavilion is the protagonist, he is the most outstanding puppet master since ancient times. .He only has one puppet in his hand, so it is absolutely impossible to come here, but that doesn't mean we can't follow suit and make a new one!"

Huan Chengzhi was a little embarrassed when he heard this: "Do you think I can learn it?"

"when……"

He Yufan opened his mouth, and just uttered a syllable, the 49 days of darkness at the Binghuomen a few months ago suddenly exploded in his mind.

All the following words stuck in my mouth, and I struggled for a long time, and finally I just twitched the corners of my mouth in embarrassment, and then said comfortingly: "Maybe you are just too bad at forging swords. If you look at it from another direction, maybe you You can find what works best for you.”

Huan Chengzhi shrugged and remained silent.

Anyway, he can be regarded as a sword cultivator anyway.Everything in his job is so rotten, he doesn't have any expectations for this so-called puppet technique.

The two looked at each other.

He Yufan also saw his aura of broken cans.

Somewhat dumbfounded, he patted Huan Chengzhi on the shoulder, and he said, "Let's just treat the chance as icing on the cake. Anyway, we have to go there, after all, I actually care about what the judge said."

"Me too." Huan Chengzhi nodded and said, "But do you think that just a puppet will know secrets that even the judges dare not tell?"

He Yufan shook his head: "I don't know about that. In fact, I also find it quite strange to talk about it. The protagonist studies puppets in the pavilion every day. He hasn't even seen a person for hundreds of years. How can he know the secret? But since more than one person said he knew it, then we might as well believe it for now. Anyway, we will know if it is true or not."

Huan Chengzhi pursed his lips when he heard the words, was silent for a moment, and then nodded in response: "That's true."

Having said that, He Yufan also put away his pile of initial outlines.

I used the sky mirror to take a look at the location of Mo Lan Pavilion, but it was a little different from what I imagined, that place was not too far from Fanlin.According to Huan Chengzhi's words, it would take at most two hours to shrink the ground.

"However, this place is in the mountains, plus the enchantment of organs and the like, it should be a big place to find, and it is not easy to really enter the door."

Huan Chengzhi leaned his head and looked at the map with He Yufan for a while, he said: "After entering the mountain, I can't use the ground, and it's not easy to walk with you in my arms. I'm afraid you'll have to walk a few more steps tomorrow, and you'll have to take a few steps." Come with me to deal with those Li family members who followed. So take a good rest today, and don't run around."

He Yufan grinned, acknowledged that he knew it, and ran to the bedside to lie down again, taking pride in himself.

Huan Chengzhi was a little dumbfounded at his behavior of sleeping when he seized the opportunity, but after all, he was used to it long ago.So it was just a kink on the man's head, and he sat cross-legged beside him, closed his eyes and went to practice.

Not to mention overnight.

Early the next morning, as agreed before, the two of them said goodbye to Nianhun and Dabai, checked the barrier around the room that locked Li Murou again, and after making sure that there was no problem, they left the small courtyard side by side.

Before leaving the city, Huan Chengzhi was not in a hurry to take him into his arms. He walked slowly all the way to the south of the city hand in hand according to the map he saw on the sky mirror yesterday. When he was about to go out, he leaned his head close to He Yufan's ear. He whispered: "There are fifteen people following in the city, and there is probably an ambush outside. It is estimated that there are three or forty people in total. Let's find a place where there are no people and settle it before leaving, okay?"

"Just don't implicate ordinary people." He Yufan said, and took out the sky mirror from his Qiankun bag.Touching the mirror with his finger, he directly raised his finger and said in one direction: "Go over there, there is a deserted valley over there, you can let go of the fight."

Huan Chengzhi nodded, and said "OK" softly.

After finishing these few words, the two also walked out from the south gate of the city.

After walking forward for a while, after confirming that the surrounding cultivators were slowly surrounding him and the guards at the city gate could no longer see this side, Huan Chengzhi suddenly bent over and carried He Yufan into his arms smoothly and quickly. In his arms, he stepped hard and rushed out in the direction the person just pointed out.

Perhaps it was because the people who surrounded him were also worried that they would owe karma for hurting ordinary people. In short, when he rushed out, those people not only didn't have the slightest intention to block the way, but let him go forward while chasing him followed behind him.

The place He Yufan pointed to was not far away, and in less than 3 minutes, he patted Huan Chengzhi's arm to make people stop.

At this time, the two of them happened to be in an empty valley, and there were gravel and rocks under their feet. Looking around, there was not even a single piece of greenery in sight.

Huan Chengzhi stood still.

In the blink of an eye, around thirty people in Tsing Yi surrounded him.

The leader was an old man with a gray beard. He exchanged glances with Huan Chengzhi before he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Friend Daoist Huan, I thought you were smart at first, but I didn't expect you to arrest the little girl yesterday. If you dare to come out alone today, if the old man doesn't do something, I will be sorry for your friendship that came to the door."

Huan Chengzhi was silent when he heard that, he just sacrificed his natal dagger and clenched it twice in his hand.

On the other hand, He Yufan raised his eyebrows wonderingly, pointed to himself and said, "Old man, don't you see that I'm still here?"

"He Daoyou, I know you."

Hearing the voice, the old man glanced at him contemptuously, raised his chin slightly, and smiled in a condescending tone: "The genius of the Tianji Sect, who is once in a hundred years, the master of Tianjing appointed by the patriarch. But you are extremely cultivated!" I also know that, for a waste like you, it would be too wasteful for the Sky Mirror to be in your hands. But don’t worry, I will send you to see him when I finish cleaning up your Taoist companion."

After the words fell, before he waved his hand to signal to start action, Huan Chengzhi over there had already had red eyes, and he rushed forward with his sword furiously.

He Yufan knew that it was the Patriarch of the Li family who said that his trash made his dog angry, but thinking that getting angry at this time might also increase his fighting spirit, he didn't say anything.

When the battle started, not only the head of the Li family, but also the 30 people around him also attacked Huan Chengzhi at the same time.

However, just like what the Patriarch of the Li family said, everyone seemed to agree that He Yufan was a waste. No matter how intensive and severe the attacks on Huan Chengzhi were, no one paid any attention to him.

He Yufan observed nervously for a while.

After he was sure that no one was going to attack him, he took the initiative to withdraw his body. While withdrawing from the battle circle, he touched the bell from the Qiankun bag, and followed Huan Chengzhi's rhythm to play support with all his heart.

The cooperation between the two was as tacit as ever, and it was because of this tacit understanding that the Li family, which had a slight upper hand, lost six or seven people in just a few breaths.

The Patriarch of the Li family is obviously also aware of this problem. When he encountered Huan Chengzhi's sword again, he quickly withdrew his body and made a false slash. He jumped up and rushed straight in He Yufan's direction.

Huan Chengzhi frowned, but it smoothed out in an instant.

Over there, the Patriarch of the Li family naturally didn't know the change in his expression at this moment. He only looked at the defenseless He Yufan who was close in front of him, and raised the scimitar in his hand with a sinister smile.

In the next second, the sharp weapon pierced into the flesh, and blood spurted out.

Before the Patriarch of the Li family could even realize what happened, his neck was cut into two pieces with a cracking sound as the bloodstain spread.

He Yufan still stood there without moving.

It's just that a pure black long sword was floating in the air beside him, and the undried blood waded across the sword and was swallowed into the blade.

Following the muffled sound of the head of the Li family falling to the ground, He Yufan raised his eyes to look at the remaining twenty or so people, sighed helplessly and said, "Who else wants to try? We can solve it in one go."