[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

It was already winter when Shen Xinyue woke up, her body was covered with mink velvet brocade quilt, the room was sealed with incense from the stove, and what was even more rare was that there was still a bowl of porridge warming on the table.

A little boy who was serving at the side had reported to the elder the news that the young master had woken up, and when Mo Yu arrived, he saw that the person on the bed was already more angry and bloody.

"Sir." Shen Xinyue supported the bedpost, trying to get up in a hurry.

Mo Yu raised his hand to stop it lightly, and said straight to the point, "Don't worry about these vain rituals, since you've woken up, you can take care of yourself and go back someday."

The so-called 'going back' meant that Shen Xinyue didn't really know until the last trace of sickness faded from his cheeks, and when Mo Yu personally returned the whip that had not been seen for many years to his hand. understand.

What he really wanted to leave was not the bedroom where he was convalescing, not the magnificent Duotian Pavilion, nor the other hospital where he had healed people and helped the world for a hundred years... not any place he had guessed that he had been attached to.

It was his husband, Elder Mo Yu Mo.

***

"Why?" Shen Xinyue paled and lowered his fire whip. Now, he and Mo Yu were standing on the small bamboo bridge in the middle of the lotus pond in Baiyao Valley.

The winter is chilling, the valley is cold, only the lotus in the flower pond is protected by the formation, and they are all in bloom, burning like red fire, so beautiful that it seems like a world away, but such a usefulness is cruel and ruthless to the extreme.

The elder raised his hand, and his round and smooth fingertips traced Shen Xinyue's handsome and gentle eyebrows inch by inch - back then, the lotus root inherited this appearance, and the blood under the appearance belonged to the Shen family.

Today, the protagonist only knows that he has a difficult problem, but he doesn't know that the real problem is thought by Lian Root himself.

Mo Yu smiled slightly, and explained self-consciously, "The north and south sides of this killing formation are tied up with people, the south is the lotus root, and the north is the members of the Shen family who moved from the dungeon. , Time is running out, only enough to save one party, you have to choose."

The protagonist's pupils shrank suddenly, but he was speechless.

Mo Yu's eyes were dim, but he only looked carefully at the side, thinking, "Shen Xinyue, would you choose this skin or this blood?"

"In the heart of Mr., is it true that you don't keep any affection at all?!"

Shen Xinyue's words were uttered out loud. Thinking back, when he went to Duotian Pavilion alone, he didn't think about it in his heart, but he was calm on the surface, but now he was forced to choose him, but he was out of control.

Mo Yu didn't say a word, he turned and went back, and when he left lightly, he remembered Lian Root's words, which was Lian Root's last wish before he died, and he said, "You don't have to bother me...let him choose." .”

The more Shen Xin knew how to choose, the lotus root knew it, and Mo Yu knew it too. After all, some things were predestined, just like now, Lian Root and everyone in the Shen family were already dead. One was drugged and the other was whipped. .

However, Mo Yu curled her lips into a smile, it's better to follow a formality in everything, otherwise, the person involved would never accept his fate.

***

When Shen Xin stepped out of the killing array, his white shirt was in a mess and his whip was stained with blood, but compared to his last time when he broke into the pavilion, today's injury was really not serious, but the loneliness and sadness between his brows made people feel, The person in front of him has already been dejected for half a life, decadent for a hundred years.

Just as Mo Yu thought, Shen Xinyue formed the formation alone.

Mo Yu softened her tone and said, "Xinyue, you worry too much, and both parties want to save, so the gain outweighs the loss."

Shen Xinyue had a sweet taste in her throat and bitterness in her heart, she moved her lips but said nothing.

On the day when the sparks were whipped together, Shen Xin was trapped in the flower pond until she died of pain, and all the dark memories flooded in... He knew that the husband was using his mind to finish it off.

That is, in the extreme chaos, he remembered the unfulfilled promise, so he asked: "Master, why do you want to practice your heart?"

Shen Xinyue walked out of the flower pond in a state of embarrassment, with no blood on her face.

"Because of the Herb Snake." Mo Yu replied by the flower pond, and then changed a word that the protagonist could understand, and re-explained, "Because of the Spark Whip."

In fact, Lian Gen had already told Shen Xinyue the whole story back then, but now that Mo Yu personally admitted it, Shen Xinyue was still quite shocked. He looked at the completed treasure and said in a trembling voice, "You, what you gave me... ..."

"You don't have to feel guilty about it." Mo Yu stroked the veins on the fire whip, and replied in a low voice, "Actually, if you want to refine treasures, blood from your fingertips is fine, but I just think that blood from the heart is more beautiful. "

In fact, if you want to refine treasures, blood from your fingertips is good, but I just think that blood from your heart is more beautiful!

After saying this, Mo Yu raised his hand and cut the protagonist's fingertips regardless of how Shen Xinyue's heart was throbbing.

"The blood from your fingertips is really pretty." Elder Mo said.

On that day, Huo Huo Whip achieved great success, that day, Huo Huo Whip followed Jing Xue to recognize Shen Xinyue as the master.

"Can you blame me?"

Mo Yu's question was a bit redundant, because he knew that no matter what Shen Xinyue thought, it didn't matter to the plot.

However, he was intentionally provoking the main character for his heartache. After all, people's hearts and fingertips are not a little bit worse. However, such a good plan was learned from Lian Root.

The protagonist in this life doesn't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but he actually got a younger brother like Lian Yuan, and he is willing to suffer so much for him, even willing to put his life on it, but he insists on making Shen Xin think that he killed him and suffer the guilt of the whole life. , in the end, accidentally let Mo Yu be taught, so that he could easily wipe out the worries in Shen Xinyue's heart.

"This is jealousy." Mo Yu thought silently.It's a pity that he has been aloof in this life, and he really doesn't understand the meaning of the word 'jealousy'.

But how can there be real love in this world?I only heard Shen Xinyue beside me, saying with a smile in his voice, "Hundred Medicine Valley, Lotus Flower Array, Spark Whip, and even Xinyue's cruel life were all given by the master, so what can the students complain about?"

But although I don't complain, I can't help but hate!

On that day, Shen Xinyue danced his long whip in front of Elder Mo Yumo of Duotian Pavilion.

The long whip after recognizing the master is connected with his mind, and the treasure after it is completed is even more imposing. What's more, he and this long whip are dyed with blood in the same strain, the blood of the same family, the power of loneliness, has a lot of power. Destroying the world, cutting off the aura of mountains and rivers... Mo Yu felt comforted when he saw it.

In this life, he traveled through a lunatic who made weapons. In order to find a good medicine, he killed his whole family. In order to make people worthy of the treasure he made, he brought the child in his arms, taught him personally, and deceived the world.

But now, his last move is finally over.

What Mo Yu was really satisfied with was not the hero's majestic and majestic moves at the moment, but the hostility that was finally tainted in that gentle man's eyebrows and eyes during this fight.

——He finally became murderous towards him!

***

The protagonist loses, and there is no suspense in losing, after all, his growth is still very long...

Later, under Mo Yu's suggestion, Shen Xinyue left Baiyao Valley. When he left the valley, he put the fire whip in his arms, and promised to his respected husband in his life.

"You and I don't share the same hatred. If you don't kill me, when I come back from my studies, I will come to kill you one day!"

Mo Yu smiled lightly and didn't answer, he knew that the protagonist had no chance.In this life, he only wanted to refine a treasure, at most he was looking for the most suitable owner for that treasure.After finishing these, that is to say, to fulfill one's wish, in other words, to die.

***

The story after that is a bit clichéd.

Over the past hundred years, the life of helping the world in other courtyards has set up a good archway for Shen Xinyue's wandering around.There are often noble people to help, and everything goes well, but later, by mistake, he falls into the way of the devil.

Just when everyone thought that he was about to fall, there was news that he broke out of the miasma, turned white overnight, and cultivated the Dao.

No one knows, what did he see in that demon, and what did he understand?But since then, Shen Xinyue Hua has a shawl, and she calls herself 'Qianjue Old Man', and has become the No. 1 in the cultivation world of dual cultivators of potion and potion.

However, Mo Yu has a script, but he knows it. The blindfold method that was spread by the cultivators is just a reproduction of Shen Xinyue's life experience. One of the lines is,'You really don't want to hurt me. '

Isn’t the so-called inner demon the person himself?

He calls himself the old man Qianjue, but if the fate of the world is three thousand, can he really kill them all?

***

In the 18th year of Lingxi, Mo Yu died of illness. It was early summer, and the green lotus bloomed, and he was buried in Baiyao Valley.The skillful craftsman of Duotian Pavilion, Elder Mo Yumo, spent his life enjoying pleasure and made countless treasures. However, there are no rare treasures in the tomb.

... Shen Xinyue, after all, has no chance to kill him.

Three days later, the old man Qianjue returned to the valley.He had nothing but a long whip in his arms, but he told the mourning disciples that it was a snake.

He didn't go to offer sacrifices to Mo Yu, he was at the lotus pond, and the glass of turbid wine he toasted was for someone else. ——He always thought that Lian Root and everyone in the Shen family were buried under this flower pond because of his entanglement and Mo Yu's cruelty.

The breeze blew past his white shirt, long hair, eyebrows and eyes.

Over the years, he has saved many people and performed many good deeds. However, until this moment, he still does not understand what he is looking for.Maybe it was because he wanted to follow his original heart when he was a teenager, maybe he wanted to pay back the sins owed by that person...

The thin wine poured into the flower pond, splashing layers upon layers of ripples, just like his fate, after being touched by that person, it began to sway, causing countless waves.

...But he knows, what is Mo Yu looking for in this life?

Caressing the long whip in his bosom, Shen Xin was half-compassionate, half-sorrowful, pursed his lips and said with a smile,

"What sir is looking for is a good weapon."

The more Shen Xin dipped the whip into the flower pond, the more he exerted force with his wrist, he swung it into a splash, and he pursed his lips to count, one word after another... that was everything he once cherished, and now it has all passed away.

What he was talking about was Baiyao Valley, Shen Xinyue, Jade Gu, Shen's family, lotus root, Shen Yuan, and... Mister!

He knew that although he grew up here, this valley was still under the control of the Duotian Pavilion. Although the pavilion gave him the face of being the No. 1 potion double cultivator, he would never be allowed to enter the valley at will in the future.

His whole life is bounded by today, and after he left the valley, he really became a loner, and he really lived up to the 'Qian Jue' in his own name.