I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Luoyao came back late at night, Jing Cun saw that the candle was still burning in his room, so he went to his yard and knocked on the door.

"A Cun?"

Jing Cun entered his room, Bai Luoyao poured him a cup of tea, sat opposite him and asked, "A Cun came to see me in the middle of the night...but what's the rush?"

"It's not urgent, but I have something to discuss with Master."

Bai Luoyao looked at him with a faint smile, waiting for his next words.

Jing Cun, "I want to become a Taoist couple with my brother."

After he finished speaking, he observed Bai Luoyao's expression, Bai Luoyao paused with his fingertips, still smiling.

"Is this what you want to talk about?"

"The two of you are indeed not young, and you are familiar with each other... becoming a Taoist couple is also helpful for cultivation."

Bai Luoyao said softly, "Wait for me to talk to the elders, the days at the beginning of next month are good, if possible, it will be next month."

Jing Cun's reaction to Bai Luoyao was unexpected, yet reasonable.Seeing that Bai Luoyao didn't seem to be lying on his face, he suppressed the weirdness in his heart and said, "Please trouble Master."

After discussing with Bai Luoyao for a while about the specific process of concluding the Tao, he resigned and left the room.

After he left, Bai Luoyao looked at Zhumen for a while, the smile on his face disappeared, and he dropped the teacup with a "bang".

The dense tea fragrance was splashed on the ground, the tips of the green leaves were steaming, and the tea water condensed into a dark color on the ground.

A figure appeared behind him, and the masked man in black sneered, "Looking at how calm you have been these past few days, I thought you had let it go."

Bai Luoyao, "How long will it take for the technique to take effect?"

The man in black clothes said, "It's almost enough on the day of their Daoist ceremony... At that time, with Jing Cuntian's great ability, it's hard to escape the control of the soul-destroyer technique."

……

Bai Luoyao told the elders of Jiuhuafeng about Jing Cun and Xiao Che, and they discussed together and decided on the ninth day of next month.As for the knot ceremony, they need to arrange it on Jiuhuafeng themselves.

"Luo Yao, these two disciples of yours are together...it will save Jing Cun to pester you every day."

"Ritual sticks and Xuanfeng Taoist robes are sold at the foot of the mountain. As a master, you should prepare these things for them."

This was a rare happy event recently. The faces of several elders were beaming, and they began to talk about their past.

"When Jing Cun first came to Jiuhua, he stuck to Luo Yao's side every day. Time flies, and now he is going to be a Taoist couple."

"Back then, there were female peak disciples who confessed to Luo Yao, but they were all stopped by Jing Cun."

Several elders had smiles on their faces, and Bai Luoyao had a faint smile on his face, his fingertips turned whiter as he held the corner of the table with his hands.

After everyone dispersed, Bai Luoyao ran into Jing Cun and Xiao Che on the road.

The two of them had just returned from sword practice and were about to return to Luoyao Peak.

The disciple next to them heard about the two of them, and congratulated them, "Congratulations to brother Jing and brother Xiao, don't forget to treat us to a wedding wine then."

Jing Cun smiled at them, "Definitely."

They ran into Bai Luoyao head-on, Jing Cun said, "Master."

Bai Luoyao looked at the two of them, and said in a gentle voice, "Go back and prepare well, the ninth day of next month has been set."

Jing Cun rolled his eyes, "Thank you, Master."

As he spoke, he quietly tugged at Xiao Che's sleeve. Xiao Che's face was indifferent, but his fingertips hooked Jing Cun's little finger.

Bai Luoyao watched the two of them leave with their swords in their hands, turned his gaze away, and went to the Xitang at the foot of the mountain that the elder said.

Xitang is just at the gate of the town at the foot of Mount Jiuhua. The red vermilion gate is pasted with double-happiness carvings, and the vermilion lanterns are turning around, and the entrance is full of red.

After Bai Luoyao went in, he picked out some paper-cuts and gifts, and chose Taoist robes for the two of them, and finally stopped in front of a concentric jade.

The jade jue placed on the table is exquisite and translucent, and the emerald green jade is carved into various auspicious patterns such as pecking at each other, mandarin ducks playing with each other, butterflies and begonias attracting each other.

His eyes fell on the butterflies and crabapples, which were finely carved with Yincang gold, and the amber butterflies flapped their wings and stopped in front of the blooming crabapples, as if they dared not speak.

The proprietress at the side was introducing, "Master, you really have a good eye. This jade is called "Jian Si" to express your secret admiration. It is the most suitable gift..."

Bai Luoyao reached out and touched Yu Jue, stroked the begonia pattern for a while, and then put Yu Jue down.

The feeling of seeing and thinking... is just one party's wishful thinking.

He checked out and left. The maid in the store looked at Bai Luoyao's back and couldn't help but ask, "Is that brother getting married...why does he still look a little sad?"

The proprietress gave her a sideways look, "Whoever said that getting married is bound to be joyful...There are thousands of regrets...Everyone is different in the world."

……

The green branches bloomed profusely on the dark brown trunk, Jing Cun climbed up the tree, picked the loquats on the top, picked a plate, washed it and sent it to Xiao Che.

Xiao Che was writing a wedding invitation on the table, and there was a plate of fruit in front of him, he glanced at it and said, "Picked up on the ground?"

Jing Cun's eyelids twitched, and he said, "Of course not, I picked them from a tree."

"It's quite sweet, try it."

Jing Cun took one and put it to his lips, Xiao Che took a bite, exposing half of the core, and commented, "Not bad."

A stack of paper was placed on Xiao Che's desk, on which was a handsome font drawn with iron and silver hooks.

"Just leave these things to Zhao Yinfeng. How long will it take you to write one by one."

Xiao Che, "It's better to write it by hand..."

"I'll write it, and you'll send it when it's finished."

Jing Cun responded, took a vermilion pen beside him, and started writing with him.

It took two days to finish writing, and Jing Cun sent them to each peak by name.

One month passed in a blink of an eye, and on the ninth day of the lunar new year, Luoyao Peak was decorated with vermilion, long sticks were flying, and big happy characters were pasted on the doors and windows.

Most of their companions in the world of cultivating immortals still retain the customs of the mortal world.

Jing Cun and Xiao Che were wearing satin brocade gowns of Zhu Wenxuan and Phoenix, receiving visitors at Luoyao Peak.

Everyone said congratulations, Jing Cun responded with a smile, Xiao Che's usually indifferent face was much softer than usual.

After working all day, one of the buttons on Xiao Che's lapel came loose at night. Jing Cun wanted to reach out to help him button it, but his arm suddenly fell down as if he lost strength. It took a long time before he could lift his hand.

Jing Cun frowned, his heart skipped a beat, feeling a bad premonition.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Xiao Che asked him, "What's wrong?"

Jing Cun shook his head, stretched out his hand to help him fasten the buttons, and planned to tell him after the ceremony was over.

The glazed lamps shimmer on the branches, and the blue beads are carved with patterns of begonias. The evening wind blows, and the moonlight branches and leaves cast a long shadow.

Jing Cun drank a few glasses with the elders, and finally offered a wine bottle to Bai Luoyao.

"Thank you, Master, for your kindness in teaching me for so many years... I will repay my disciples in the future."

The cup was filled with Linlang liquor, Bai Luoyao held the cup and touched him, smiling at him under the moonlight.

"I wish A Cun... be happy every day, happy every year."

Jing Cun took the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp, "Thank you, Master."

After all the disciples dispersed, Jing Cun and Xiao Che returned to the room they arranged.

The red candle was burning high, the Xuanfeng robe embroidered with gold silk came off, and Jing Cun took the Hebei wine on the table and handed it to Xiao Che.

The candlelight flickered, Jing Cun lightly touched Xiao Che with a wine bottle, "Senior brother."

Xiao Che raised his eyes to look at him, Jing Cun moved closer to his ear, and said three words softly.

"I love you."

Xiao Che opened his eyes slightly, his face turned red, his condensed face was stunned for a while, his dark eyes looked at Jing Cun, and the corners of his lips were raised upwards.

"Ding, the favorability of the villain is 90.00%."

The night wind blew the sandalwood window and shook slightly, and the red candle dripped a circle of candle tears on the candlestick.

Jing Cun was holding the wine glass, when suddenly his hand seemed to be pulled off forcefully, the wine glass tilted, and the liquid inside spilled all over the floor.

Xiao Che's face became blurred little by little in front of him, Jing Cun felt the world spinning in front of him, and his body gradually threw the wine glass uncontrollably.

"System, what's going on?"

Jing Cun felt as if he was floating in mid-air, looking at himself and Xiao Che from an upward and downward angle.

He seems to have lost his soul.

System 231, "Ding, an abnormal situation has occurred and is being detected."

Jing Cun watched him walking towards Xiao Che step by step, with a dull expression on his face.Xiao Che's eyes were full of doubts, "Jing Cun?"

Xiao Che stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "What's wrong?"

He saw a silver light flashing in his sleeve, his pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted, "Brother, run—"

No matter how much he shouted, Xiao Che couldn't hear him.

Xiao Che was still frowning, "he" took out the dagger from his sleeve, and while Xiao Che was not paying attention, stabbed it into Xiao Che's heart.

"Brother-"

Jing Cun cursed, and asked the system in his mind, "You haven't detected it yet? Rubbish thing."

He went down and reached out to touch Xiao Che, but his fingers went straight through.

"Ding, the host has been forcibly brought back to life."

Jing Cun felt a suction force, the world was spinning in front of him, and he returned to his body.

Xiao Che's face turned pale, the silver dagger reflected a icy arc, blood gushed out from his heart, staining his moon-white underclothes red.

"Ding, now return the memory of the previous life to the host."

A light blue light flickered in my mind, and a flood of memories flooded in.

Jing Cun regained his body, let go of the dagger, and the blade fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xiao Che looked at him, covered his heart, with some sadness in his dark eyes, pursed his lips and said, "Brother Cun...it seems..."

A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and Xiao Che spit out a mouthful of blood, and the clothes in front of him were reflected in a deep red.

"In this life... there is no way... there is no way..."

He didn't say the rest, Xiao Che's lips turned pale, and a smile appeared.

"I love you."

Jing Cun's heart seemed to be pulled a bit, and it hurt a little, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed to make him breathless.Eyes were dazzling red, seeing Xiao Che's eyes closed, Jing Cun stretched out his arms to hug him, his voice trembling, "Your Highness..."

When Xiao Che heard the "Your Highness", his eyelashes trembled, and his fingertips slowly dropped down.

Jing Cun looked out as if feeling something, and met Bai Luoyao's gaze outside the window.

Bai Luoyao stood by the window with a calm expression, a smile slowly formed on the corner of his lips.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task, now extract the host's memory..."

"I'm about to leave the world... 80.00%... 30.00%..."

The author has something to say: The author has an old problem, and loves to write male supporting roles.