[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Sure enough, Shen Xinyue was not soft on his hands. A hundred years later, the handsome and tall young man stood in front of the jade gate of Duotian Pavilion, with his black hair half-drawn, his fire whip hanging on the ground, and in front of the sacrificial vessel. Someone in the middle of the bridge.

What did that person do afterwards?

Shen Xin frowned lightly, every scene in the past was nothing more than corpses in the pool of blood.

'What were the last names of those who died? 'Shen Xinyue thought again.

Oh, by the way, they are all surnamed Shen.

The young man with the whip ignored him completely, the guard of Duotian Pavilion with a vigilant expression, with a slight smile on his handsome and Wushuang face, the whip in his hand was hot, there seemed to be countless ghosts of the Shen family, crying wandering ghosts, only forcing him to hold the whip tightly tighter.

The more Shen Xin knew, he himself was also surnamed Shen.

……

When Mo Yu left the valley with two oil bottles, he didn't take Shen Xinyue under his family. He allocated a separate courtyard for the young man outside the mountain gate, so that the protagonist could make alchemy and study medicine.But the kid Lianyuan always liked to go outside. When he was free, he would run to Shen Xinyue's place. If he went in and out a lot, all the disciples guarding the gate would know that Lianyuan had such a white-robed brother.

Now, when Shen Xinyue came up the mountain alone, the disciples of Duotian Pavilion also saw him, and the young man didn't speak, so they didn't exchange pleasantries.

They didn't realize the abnormality until the handsome and unparalleled young man stood in front of the gate of Duotian Pavilion, with sinking face, no sadness or joy in his eyes, and white jade-like hands, taking out a long whip from his light shirt.

"You can't stop me."

Shen Xinyue calmly confessed to the fearful guards in front of him, but these words were not only addressed to the guards, but also to the thousands of disciples of Duotian Pavilion, and all the spiritual cultivators!

He has been on the fairy road for more than a hundred years, his appearance has not changed, and he does not eat grains, but it can only be regarded as the first glimpse of the mystery of the fairy road.However, outside the Duotian Pavilion, the young man in a thin white shirt, with his slender eyebrows and beautiful eyes, unexpectedly has an air of contempt for the world.

Duotian Pavilion is famous for its refined weapon formations, and even the gate is built magnificently, making people awe-inspiring. The more Shen Xin raised his head to look at it, he lost the mood he had when he first saw it.

A hundred years ago, Mo Yu brought him to Duotian Pavilion.The mountain peaks stand high, straight into the nine heavens, shrouded in clouds and mist, palaces and pavilions... what a wonderful scene of a fairy house, but now, he has glimpsed the scorching red water behind the magnificent scenery, and there are many bones, so he no longer has the mood to appreciate and admire up.

The young man raised his right hand holding the whip high, immediately causing the disciple guarding the gate to frown, "It's disrespectful to move a weapon in front of the gate!"

The voice of this lesson was really loud, but the aura around the young man was still calm and there was no fluctuation-up to this moment, the guard still didn't use the formation to hurt him!

Shen Xinyue didn't have much contact with Duotian Pavilion, and others didn't know the relationship between him and Mo Yu, but this face was really too similar to the lotus root.

Shen Xinyue smiled inwardly, it seems that Lian Gen is doing well in Duotian Pavilion, and this guard is willing to give him face as a son of the mountain.

It was only today that he looked gentle, and at dusk, when the sky was full of sunset, he realized that although he was grateful for such courtesy, he was already too lazy to pay attention to it.

...The fire whip falls!

***

When Mo Yu arrived with all his disciples, he saw Shen Xinyue dancing the fire whip miraculously, fighting heartily, the young man's clothes were stained with blood, and he looked like a Shura. Satisfied.

It's really not in vain. Over the years, he has searched for blood and raised whips everywhere, and arranged for the protagonist to have a geomantic place to raise his soul and flesh. With such great luck, isn't it enough for Shen Xinyue, a middle-schooler like Shen Xinyue, to make a fuss?

The movements of the boy dancing the whip are flowing like clouds and flowing water, the atmosphere is like a long rainbow penetrating the sun, and he is as free as a waterfall flowing freely. There is no stiffness and hesitation at all, but Shen Xin's eyes are sinking in water, and he sees the black-clothed monk on the clouds in the distance. Then, there was a slight stalemate.

Mo Yu looked at the hopeless look of his protagonist, and felt angry, because of the distance, he must not be able to see clearly the protagonist's morality, so he stared back unchanged.

What do you look at, the fact that the otherworldly expert who was seriously injured and was picked up by you and brought back for treatment, taught you how to use a whip was not arranged by me!I am now suspicious of your skills, so I don't move to hurt you.

However, although Shen Xinyue couldn't see it clearly, the disciples following Mo Yu were touched by the aura fluctuations of their elders, and even the lotus root fell silent.

Shen Xinyue has entered the realm of immortality, he used superior skills, and the fire whip coincided with the power of heaven and earth. The scene of the fight now is really spectacular and beautiful. Mo Yu felt comfortable watching it, but he also knew that it was time to follow his own routine.

"Presumptuous!" The elder sternly taught a lesson on a cloud.

Accompanied by this sound, the formation of Duotian Pavilion was completely wiped out, and all the disciples who were fighting with Shen Xinyue just now retreated out of the formation, and Shen Xinyue was the only one left in front of the huge pavilion.

Mo Yu stepped down on the auspicious clouds, and a group of disciples followed behind. The chaotic scene just now immediately became clear.

To the north is the Elder Mo of the Duotian Pavilion, plus several disciples and disciples, as well as countless companions in the pavilion, and to the south is only one, the protagonist Shen Xinyue.

Mo Yu looked at the young man opposite, his body was thin, his white robe was soaked in blood, and he still had the invincible courage just now. At this moment, when he gave an order, the disciples retreated, and the young man seemed to be suddenly drained of all his strength. Let the bloody whip hang down, let the long hair flutter.

'With such a lack of strength, could it be that at this time, it is also certain that I will not hurt you? '

Mo Yu smiled inwardly, and asked loudly, "Who is here? What's the matter?"

This sentence completely glanced at the past affection, and Shen Xin's already swaying figure became softer.But what made Shen Xin more unacceptable was the hint in Mo Yu's words.

He doesn't want to recognize him.

Why?

Shen Xinyue's hand holding the fire whip trembled slightly, and then he heard a ruthless voice answering the truth, "Because Mr. is a murderous devil, he has to use the status of the elder of Duotian Pavilion to add appearance to himself, so he can't admit it." . '

"Is this your intention?" Shen Xinyue whispered with her thin lips slightly parted.

Thinking of this, Shen Xinyue curled her lips into a smile, raised her head slowly, and was about to ask a question, but saw a young, charming and charming face behind Mo Yu, which was a lotus root!

What does he come to do?

Shen Xinyue felt inexplicably astringent, but felt a little tired.He stood opposite Mo Yu, didn't salute, just stood there for a while, and then reported to himself, "Shanye Xianjia, with a dirty name, can't be heard by the elders."

Until now, the protagonist still acts according to Mo Yu's will.

Mo Yu smiled inwardly, and was even more satisfied with Lian Root, the divine assist disciple behind him, as expected of the baby he brought out with his own hands. After so many years, the little baby has cultivated the body of a young boy, but he is still obedient and sensible. Look, the lotus root looks bigger and better than Shen Xin at this moment.

In the current situation, Mo Yu couldn't believe that a clever and cunning person like Ruo Lianyuan would not be able to guess it, but he could still remain calm and suppress the protagonist as a background wall.

The disciples guarding the gate gave Shen Xin more face before the fight, but in fact, this face was for Lian Yuan, and Lian Yuan was Elder Mo's closed disciple...

The time in the valley that Shen Xinyue cared about, the brotherhood, if you add it up, it is only such a short seven years, but Lianyuan has been practicing with Mo Yu for a hundred years.

In the past hundred years, the lotus root has often gone down the mountain. At the beginning, I may really miss it, but what happened later?The road to immortality is long, Mo Yu is searching for people's hearts to make a whip, Lian Root is such a clever person, who is always on the sidelines, but it is really impossible to guess at all?There are three thousand roads and three thousand worlds, how many strange things are there?How much temptation and competition?I'm afraid it was later that the lotus root willingly served as the envoy between the heart and the blood whip, welcoming and sending it, and it ran so diligently just now.

It's just this truth, the more Shen Xin, who is devoted to saving the world, doesn't understand it, and no one will explain it to him. What he thinks is deep affection and restraint is nothing more than believing in the kindness and conscience of these sentient beings.

But the truth of the matter is that Mo Yu doesn't believe in this kindness, this feeling, neither does Lian Root, nor do the thousands of disciples who seek immortality in Duotian Pavilion.

What they believe in is power, something that can be grasped by themselves.They believe in spiritual power, formations, and weapons, but they don't believe in people's hearts.

Poor Shen Xin believes more and more.

Therefore, when he learned of his husband's behavior a few days ago, he was extremely shocked and desperate. He felt that he didn't believe it, and he shouldn't believe it. It was just that the fire was burning and the testimony was convincing, forcing him to come to see him. ...

Then, Shen Xin laughed more.

The young man standing still in front of the gate of Duotian Pavilion wrapped the whip around his fingers and rubbed it inch by inch. During the simple movements, he revealed a clear, soft and bright smile like a starry sky, and he continued gently.

"I'm an unknown person, so I don't bother to ask the elders. It's just that my husband is Jingui, and the students follow the teachings, so they can't be treated so lightly."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, he knew that even if he had a lotus root behind him at this moment, the protagonist would not play emotional cards with him right away.It's just that Mo Yu hadn't figured this out clearly before he heard the white-clothed spirit cultivator on the opposite side, suddenly flaunting his words arrogantly, and said arrogantly,

"You devil, die!"

……

Mo Yu was speechless about the protagonist's chubby speech, but since the other party was whipped, there was no reason not to accept it as a villain.

After the words were finished, the fire whip fell. This whip hit Elder Mo's eyebrows in Duotian Pavilion, but turned to two sides, hitting the neck and heart veins. Mo Yu avoided it without any suspense. Watching the whip fall like a slow-motion projection.

A few days ago, a few people escaped from the dungeon of the Pavilion Mansion. According to the route, some of them escaped to Shen Xinyue's other courtyard. Now that you know, let's make a fuss. Anyway, there is the Jade Gu Protect you, anyway, that luck covers you.

Mo Yu smiled, raised his hand to cut off the whip, flipped his right wrist, and hit Shen Xinyue's left chest directly, and suddenly drew closer to Shen Xinyue, but this palm seemed to be struck from the nine heavens.

Shen Xin didn't know if it was tired, or what, but she didn't hide, so she responded directly...

The lotus root watching the battle from a distance was hidden among the disciples, its beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally lowered its eyes self-consciously.

He didn't look at the formation formed by the black feathers in an instant, nor did he carefully feel the impact of the spiritual power fluctuations in the air, because he knew these things, and he had already predicted them.

Such a picture should be regarded as beautiful, the young man fell backward under the huge impact, his white robe was stained with blood, his long hair was flying, only a pair of eyes were still shining, with a smile on his face.

Mo Yu's movement of palming suddenly froze, he now understood the intention of Shen Xinyue's abrupt words before, what a clumsy method, what a crude way to provoke.

The more Shen Xin tried to force him to take action, at least he wanted to suffer an attack that would convince the indignant disciples in the pavilion.

There is no Jade Gu on the boy's chest to protect his heart!

The main reason for the disturbance at the gate of the pavilion today is to seek death, and he wants to die in Mo Yu's hands!

Everyone noticed the surrounding aura fluctuations, the elder stopped his hands suddenly, and under the eyes of surprise and fear, he actually took the risk of backlash and put out the formation of turning killing into protection.However, only Shen Xin, the person involved, knew that it was too late.

"Sir," Shen Xin felt more and more spiritual power draining from his body, and suddenly smiled with satisfaction. He said slowly in an unusually satisfied tone,

"You really don't want to hurt me."

***

When Shen Xinyue fell in front of the gate of Duotian Pavilion, he had already closed his eyes, and the surrounding disciples immediately clamored. Mo Yu absorbed all his skills, and ignored the noisy crowd behind him, just turned around and turned his head, a pair of black Eyes, passing through the lingering sea of ​​clouds, stopped on an unusually coquettish and handsome face in the crowd, and just now asked softly,

"Lotus root, is that you?"