The villain master is too difficult [Transmigration Book]

Side hall.

After washing, Qin Feiyuan stood in front of the mirror, and his face, which always had a sincere smile in front of Chu Wuyue, was now icy cold.

He stared into the mirror with dark eyes.

And in the mirror.

He was a tall, handsome man.

The person in the mirror had a faint smile on his face, his eyes were red and bright, but his eyes were completely cold, making people feel no warmth, only coolness and coldness.

He was wearing a robe with black background and gold pattern, with faint red lines engraved on the center of his brows.

This person was extremely terrifying, but Qin Feiyuan didn't feel any fear at all, and even asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"Who do you want me to be?" asked the man in the mirror.

Qin Feiyuan was furious: "Mere demons and evil spirits dare to come to Bihuai Mountain to make trouble!"

The man in the mirror curled his lips, smiled gloomyly, and said in a low voice: "So you also know that you are a demon, so you dare not remember?"

"Ridiculous!" Qin Feiyuan clenched his fist and was about to smash the mirror, but the moment he was about to touch the mirror, he was in a daze for a moment.

When Qin Feiyuan raised his eyes, the person in the mirror had disappeared, and what was reflected was only a boy with half-wet hair who had just washed up.

Must be an illusion.

Though thinking like this, Qin Feiyuan felt very uneasy in his heart. He quickly put on his clothes and looked at the gloomy young man in the mirror.

...Master, I don't like demons.

He, too, will not be a demon.

can.

A voice warned him.

Don't be delusional.

A black mist shrouded Qin Feiyuan's body, and the man's figure was reflected in the mirror again, appearing together with a low hoarse and cold voice.

--"kill him."

Suddenly the black mist dissipated, Qin Feiyuan looked at the mirror in horror, and looked at the equally shocked boy in the mirror.

In a trance.

He suddenly understood one thing.

original.

No demons have ever bewitched him.

here all the time.

It's just him talking to himself.

……

Qinglan built the main hall.

Not long after Chu Wuyue left the customs, Yin Shiyan heard the wind from nowhere and hurried over.

He shrugged and asked Chu Wuyue for a while.

Opening your mouth and shutting your mouth is the master's uncle, the master's uncle is short, Chu Wuyue was bored, and he was embarrassed to say him, so he kept his head down and drank tea quietly, and poured Yin Shiyan's words into his left ear and out of his right ear, without listening to a single word go in.

He sighed a little.

You must know that in the original book, Yin Shiyan is the head of Fengyun Sect, but he always does it himself. He is an honest person with a good temper, friendly and upright.

It's a perfect boss.

Chu Wuyue never expected that such Yin Shiyan... was actually an invisible chatterbox.

However, Yin Shiyan had been rambling on for nearly half an hour at this time, and Chu Wuyue couldn't bear it any longer, so he held his forehead and called him: "Shut up."

The world is clean.

Looking at the friendly smile on Yin Shiyan's face, after a while of silence.

He smiled again and asked, "I wonder if Master Uncle is free these days?"

Chu Wuyue looked at him: "What's the matter?" He always felt that there must be something wrong with Yin Shiyan.

Yin Shiyan also noticed this, lowered his head a little embarrassedly, coughed lightly to cover up and said slowly: "There are a lot of books on swordsmanship in the disciple's library, and my uncle's current cultivation level is definitely useless. But the junior uncle has just started to enter the Tao, so there must be some suitable ones, Shiyan thought about asking the uncle to pick a few books for the junior uncle..."

Heart-picking sword art?Chu Wuyue didn't care much and said: "You just ask Feiyuan to go, he knows what to practice."

It's not how confident Chu Wuyue is in Qin Feiyuan's strength, but...is the hero's choice of mind too bad?

He has confidence in the hero.

These words happened to be heard by Qin Feiyuan, who was entering the dessert with a dessert in his hand. Apart from being moved in his heart, he also spurned himself at the same time.

He suppressed the emotion in his eyes, put a plate of almond tofu in front of Chu Wuyue, and sent another plate of fruit to Yin Shiyan.

Chu Wuyue pushed the boat along the water and said, "He's here, you can take him there." He happened to leave early and let him enjoy the dessert alone.

"Alright." After Yin Shiyan saluted and said goodbye, he took Qin Feiyuan away. Before leaving, Qin Feiyuan turned around and looked at Chu Wuyue. After receiving Chu Wuyue's encouraging eyes and smile, he returned Turn back and follow Yin Shiyan's footsteps.

Who knew that Chu Wuyue had just relaxed and was about to enjoy almond tofu... Shan Jingfeng ran over again with two jugs of wine in his hand, and said coldly: "Master Uncle, I dug out the preaching from Xiaonan Peak The old wine hidden by the elder has a mellow taste and is absolutely extraordinary, you must like it."

Chu Wuyue: "..."

He remembered that Xiaonan Peak's preacher elder was a kind-hearted smiling old man with a white beard, named Du Qiude, and the wine he hid... Just thinking about it, Chu Wuyue felt that it must taste very good.

No.

He has principles.

The original owner didn't like the smell of wine, so he couldn't drink it.

Chu Wuyue refused with heartache: "I appreciate this kindness, let's send the things back to others, it's not easy for preaching elders..."

In the middle of the conversation, Shan Jingfeng opened the wine cork first, and in an instant, a mellow wine fragrance wafted from the room, as clear as a spring, tempting people to eat.

Chu Wuyue stopped talking.

He looked at Shan Jingfeng.

Shan Jingfeng also looked at him.

Chu Wuyue: "..."

Shan Jingfeng: "..."

·

the other side.

Bookstore.

The reason why this room is called Book Pavilion is actually just a place for Yin Shiyan to collect books on Yanzheng Peak.

Everyone knows that the head of the sect loves to collect mental methods and sword formulas, but the second room is rarely open to people. Occasionally, the head will bring talented disciples to pick out one or two mental methods.

The house is neither big nor small.

Bookshelves are densely lined up, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall, and a few boxes are placed on the ground, full of the smell of books.

After Yin Shiyan brought Qin Feiyuan to the Book Pavilion, he said to him: "The mind method and sword art in this pavilion, the junior uncle can choose at will. After the selection, the junior uncle can leave on his own, or if he doesn't understand Come and ask me."

After speaking, Yin Shiyan sat down quietly in the middle of the room. After Qin Feiyuan responded, he just picked up the book and looked down quietly.

Qin Feiyuan walked around the rows of bookshelves, and saw the books on the bookshelves, and he was quite absent-minded.

He slept recently, always dreaming about his every move when he slept with Master two months ago...

Qin Feiyuan couldn't tell what it was like. He clearly respected his master, so he was always confused and hesitant. He would always wake up in the middle of the night. He felt that it was wrong to do that, but he was also a little secretly happy.

Thinking deeply, Qin Feiyuan frowned deeply, his eyes swept over the bookshelves one by one, and he took out the book casually.

There are four words written on the cover of the book:

——Moonlight Sword Art.

month.

He felt that this word was very suitable for Master, and he opened it slowly after showing a smile...

Qin Feiyuan's smile froze.

And at an extremely fast speed, a thin layer of red was covered on the face, and this layer of blush extended all the way to the neck.Qin Feiyuan was holding the book in his hands, feeling at a loss and flustered.

When Yin Shiyan noticed something strange and asked, he turned his back and replied 'nothing', then the ghosts and ghosts stacked this book and a secret manual of mental techniques.

Yin Shiyan didn't notice anything.

……

After choosing the heart method and sword art.

Qin Feiyuan bid farewell to Yin Shiyan and rushed back to Mount Bihuai. On the way, he met Lin Yu who was struggling to help a man in blue clothes who was dressed in strong clothes. The man lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, as if he had passed out.

He asked, "Is this...?"

Lin Yu smiled with dimples at the corners of his mouth, and said respectfully, "Back to my uncle, this is Elder Ximu. He got drunk at the Venerable's place, and now he is insane. He is still beating in front of the Venerable. The Venerable called me Take him back to Luwu Peak."

drunk...

Qin Feiyuan hurriedly asked, "What about Master?"

Lin Yu said: "I don't know, the disciple didn't see the Venerable, Elder Ximu was thrown out of the house by the Venerable."

Qin Feiyuan nodded, made way for Lin Yu and continued to walk forward, his pace quickened a lot, and Lin Yu behind him did not leave quickly, but looked back at Qin Feiyuan again, squinting his eyes slightly, as if thinking wearing something.

At this time.

Shan Jingfeng suddenly frowned, his usual cold face was full of displeasure, and he muttered inarticulately: "Let me go...I can still drink..."

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows, seeing that there was no one around, his smile at this time was a little sinister, he stretched out his hand to pinch Shan Jingfeng's face, and coaxed in a casual tone while walking: "Understood, why don't you can drink."

"Well...you can drink..." Shan Jingfeng closed his eyes and hummed softly.

"..."

After Qin Feiyuan hid the book he brought back in his room, he went to the main hall to find Chu Wuyue.

He had just heard Lin Yu say that Shan Jingfeng was drunk and pissed off, and he was worried that with Shan Jingfeng's rough temper, he would hurt his master.

Although Master was unlikely to be injured, Qin Feiyuan still felt that he had to take a look.

The main hall gate of Qinglan Xiaozhu was closed.

Qin Feiyuan knocked on the door and called softly——

"Master?"

No one answered.

Qin Feiyuan hesitated for a while, but cautiously opened the door and entered.

The room is surrounded by a stream of elegant sandalwood, only a few wisps of cloud smoke floating from the incense burner on the low table, and there seems to be a figure swaying behind the screen.

Qin Feiyuan closed the door and asked tentatively, "...Master?"

There was no response.

Qin Feiyuan walked around the screen and smelled a faint scent of wine. He dodged two empty wine jars rolling on the ground, and when he saw the table and chairs that had been kicked over, he was stunned and raised his eyes to look forward.

On the low couch, Chu Wuyue was sitting quietly, with her elbows resting on the low table and her forehead resting, her eyes were lightly closed, drowsy.

His cheeks seemed to be covered with a layer of rouge, a faint red, adding a few different colors to his cold eyebrows.

Qin Feiyuan knelt down in front of Chu Wuyue, and called out again: "Master? Are you okay? I don't feel well."

Chu Wuyue heard Qin Feiyuan's voice in a daze, slowly opened her eyes, saw Qin Feiyuan's shadow in a haze, frowned, how could there be a male protagonist in the dream?

Also long-winded.

He was not happy, and directly covered Qin Feiyuan's mouth with his hand.

Chu Wuyue's palm was cold, and she gently covered Qin Feiyuan's lips.

Qin Feiyuan's whole body was stiff for a moment, and he didn't dare to move, so he silently and obediently watched the master staring at him with misty eyes, and he didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him, so he remained silent for a while.

After a while the air froze.

After a while, Chu Wuyue opened his mouth slowly, and said vaguely——

"Don't... talk."

"..."

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