After transmigrating the book, I recognized the wrong protagonist

On the day Zhu Huai left, Fu Yueqing and Xue Feng sent him to the town at the foot of the mountain, and finally parted at the city gate.

Zhu Huai was dressed in a green shirt, and his hair was only tied with a mahogany hairpin. His complexion was as white as cold jade, and he was refined. People who came and went took a look carefully, fearing to disturb this venerable immortal.

Fu Yueqing recognized the hairpin on his head, it seemed to be a gift Xie She brought to Zhu Huai when he returned from a mission.

Xie She said that he bought it on the side of the road, but there are still scars on his hand hiding behind his back, not to mention such an ugly hairpin, the seller must be poor.

Fu Yueqing sighed: "After this farewell, I don't know when I will see you again."

Zhu Huai smiled slightly: "There will be a day when we will meet again."

Xue Feng stood behind Fu Yueqing, stuck out half of his head, and asked, "Where is Yinlan Mountain? If I have time, I will visit you."

"Go straight to the north, pass a snow mountain that never melts all year round, and you will probably arrive." Zhu Huai smiled, and said to him: "In the future, you must listen to your master and don't be willful. He is often angry with you. Gotta lose my hair."

Xue Feng glanced at the top of Fu Yueqing's head in horror, and was patted back by his master.

After Zhu Huai said goodbye to them, he set foot on the way back.

The journey is long, but Zhu Huai is still leisurely. When there is no one else, he will use his sword. When he arrives in the town, he will hold Luanxue in his hand and walk aimlessly until he leaves the city.

Occasionally encountered some troubles on the road, Zhu Huai left after solving them smoothly, and it took more than half a month to return to Yinlan Mountain.

According to him, he has been away from this place for several years. The vendors on the roadside have aged a lot, and some new faces have been added. Some people in this town still recognize him and have a deep impression on him. The fairy on the mountain is back again." The news spread all over the streets and alleys.

Standing in front of the bamboo house again, Zhu Huai also felt as if he had passed away.

No one came here for a long time, and the ground that Xie She cleaned up before leaving was already covered with withered leaves. Even the bluestone that Zhu Huai liked had mottled traces. not enough.

When he opened the door, a stale smell rushed over his face, and the swirling dust could not touch the corners of his clothes, but fell in the light from the roof.

Zhu Huai raised his head, saw the hole in the roof, and repaired it casually.

The chaotic snow was in his hands all the time, and it was placed on the table after entering the house. The ash on it had been swept away by Zhu Huai with a flick of his sleeve, but it still flew up impatiently, circling around Zhu Huai's side.

"What do you want to do, there is no spirit pond water for you to bathe in here." Zhu Huai went out, picked up the broom in the corner: "help sweep the floor."

Luanxue: "..."

Zhu Huai cleaned up for a while, then suddenly remembered something, went back to the house and opened the cellar, and sure enough, he saw that all the wine inside had been emptied.

He squinted his eyes, pinched a paper crane, cast a sound transmission technique on it, and said, "Giant root, you can move fast enough."

At that time, he donated all the wine in the cellar to Rong Zun, but he didn't expect that this guy had coveted it for a long time, and he couldn't wait to vacate his cellar as soon as he got it.

It turned out that Shuang Xuezun loved to drink, and the cellar contained all the best wines in the world, but Zhu Huai was not very keen, so he moved out as soon as he moved, and he resigned to his fate and began to clean the cellar.

The cellar was dark, so Zhu Huai lit a lamp to illuminate it. After finishing all this, he was a little tired and went back to his room to rest.

Luanxue finished sweeping the floor with difficulty, and was already tired lying on the table, not wanting to move again, so Zhu Huai chatted with Eyan.

Evil Yan: "This is where you used to live?"

Zhu Huai took a sip of tea: "Yeah, I haven't been back for a long time, and the cleaning took some time."

"It's not the deity who said you, you are doing well in the master's school, so why run back to the mountains." The Mozun, who was used to enjoying the glory and wealth, was very puzzled by Zhu Huai's behavior of returning to the countryside, and even sneered.

Zhu Huai said: "It's quite difficult, now I have to rely on myself to do everything."

It's been a long time since I've done it myself. In the past, it was not his turn to do everything in Xiantai, but it's a rare experience today. It's quite interesting.

On Yinlan Mountain, it seems to be isolated from the world, and only the sunrise and sunset are used to judge the beginning and end of a day. Zhu Huai, apart from reading opera books, chats with Xiyan. Feel very boring.

Occasionally, Zhu Huai would go down the mountain to buy some new drama books and snacks, but one day he found that he ran out of money.

He came out of Qingyuan Mountain with a lot of spirit stones, but this is not common among ordinary mortals, so he had to start thinking about ways to make money.

The sky gradually cooled down, and the night came earlier. Zhu Huai found that he forgot to buy candles, and was too lazy to use his spiritual power to light the lamp, so he went to bed early.

Zhu Huai fell asleep very quickly, and fell asleep almost the moment he touched the pillow. The night in the mountains was a bit cold, but it didn't affect him at all. A thin quilt was enough for him.

In the middle of the night, the thin quilt slowly slipped off his body when he turned over, and was caught by a pale and slender hand at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, and then covered him again.

A black figure slowly approached his bed, but at a distance, deliberately held back its breath and breath, like a black cloud, melancholy and calm.

Zhu Huai slept deeply and didn't notice anyone at all. He set up an enchantment in the bamboo forest, and ordinary people couldn't break it easily, but obviously he couldn't stop the person standing by his bed at this time.

The man stood quietly for a while, then began to look around, his eyes fell on the burnt lamp on the table, thoughtfully.

When Zhu Huai woke up, he sensed that someone was coming. He got up and opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Song Xianyi and Ning Jiu standing in front of the bamboo house.

Song Xianyi burst into a smile: "Master, we came to see you."

She had to deal with some matters, and happened to pass by Yinlan Mountain, and met Ning Jiu on the way, so they came together.

Zhu Huai let them sit in the house, Ning Jiuji obediently went to make tea, and Zhu Huai asked Song Xianyi how he was doing.

Song Xianyi is already engaged to Jing Wenyu, and they will be married in a while, Zhu Huai sighed while asking about the date, so that he can go to attend then.

Another big event is the upcoming Chaotian Conference.

It was supposed to be held a long time ago, but because of the misty Grand Canyon, it was postponed again and again. After two years of delay, it finally started to organize. As a student of the right age, Ning Jiu naturally wanted to participate.

In order to motivate the disciples and cheer up the cultivation world, the orthodox sect set up many rare rewards for the top ten of the Chaotian Conference, so even though everyone knew that Ning Jiu would definitely become the leader of this Chaotian Conference, there were still many people Sign up enthusiastically, it's good to be in the top ten if you don't take the first place.

We all know that Ning Jiu will definitely win the leader, so Zhu Huai has nothing to worry about.

The three master and apprentice sat together and talked for a while. Song Xianyi took a look at the furnishings in the house. Although they were old and simple, they were still as familiar as ever, and she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.

She turned her eyes, and suddenly saw a thing in the house that was extremely inconsistent with the simple bamboo house - Ye Mingzhu.

This palm-sized luminous pearl is placed in the corner. It has a pure color without a trace of impurities. It is not obvious during the day, but it will emit soft and warm light at night. It is a very precious underwater luminous pearl.

Song Xianyi didn't ask, maybe the master put it there by himself, after all the master is rich.

At this time, Ning Jiu just asked Zhu Huai if he was comfortable living here alone, and Zhu Huai remembered something: "By the way, do you have money? Give me some money."

Song Xianyi decided to take back her previous thoughts.

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