After transmigrating, I became the young master of the Demon Sect [Transmigration Book]

Yu Zihao's words confirmed Su Chen's and Qin Chuyang's conjectures. They looked at the sea of ​​books in front of them, their faces darkened.

According to what the other party said, every book here is its own world, but there are more than 40 books here, and they have to find them one by one.

However, there must be a more convenient method, but often some people like to keep a secret, and then wait for others to ask questions before continuing.

Is it fun to sell Guanzi? !

——Yes, it's very fun, especially watching people scratch their heads and want to know what the follow-up looks like!

Yu Zihao smiled without saying a word, acting like a master.

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang made eye contact, and then smiled lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Yu is a talent of the heavens and the earth, and since he agreed at the beginning, he won't disappoint the two of us. If fellow daoist feels that the conditions may make it difficult for the two of us, why not just say... Well, fellow daoist shouldn't be that boring. You also pay attention to the way of hiding your head and showing your tail when you speak, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Zihao couldn't pretend anymore.

It was impossible for him to admit that he was such a boring person.

Glancing faintly at Su Chen, Yu Zihao said, "Of course I won't let you search for it one by one, so let me introduce the origin of the fairy lotus to you so that you can understand it."

Yu Zihao's aptitude is not good, if he took an ordinary path, it would be difficult for him to reach the current state.

But by accident, he didn't take the usual path.

When Yu Zihao hadn't entered Taoism, he was a well-known script writer in the world of Kyushu. After a long time in the way of writing and ink, he also realized the aura of heaven and earth by accident, but if it was just like this, he would at most become a An educated scholar in the mortal world may be able to leave his name in history, but it is impossible to think about comprehension.

When he was traveling in the mountains and rivers in his early years, he accidentally entered a secret place, and came across a calligraphy depicting ink lotus. He couldn't help touching it, and he got a skill!

...Well, it is actually a very common development. Are there still few routines for falling off a cliff to obtain a peerless skill?

The martial art moves the stars of heaven and earth, and the stars connect with Zhou Tian Dao. Once Yu Zihao realized his epiphany, he immediately became a monk from a mortal who only knew a little art of nourishing qi, and entered a state of detachment.

Since then, that calligraphy scroll has become his natal magic weapon.

The fairy lotus living in it can't be used by him except for providing him with pen and ink. Instead, it occupies the space of the calligraphy, making it impossible for him to record the rest of the images on the calligraphy. distressed.

This situation continued until he formed the alchemy.

After forming the alchemy, he successfully sensed the thoughts of Xianlian, and learned that the reason why Xianlian stayed by his side but was not used by him was because it needed to create enough living space for its own lotus seeds.

Otherwise, with Yu Zihao's current literary spirit, he wouldn't be able to support even one fairy lotus, let alone two or three.

Only when it determines its own growth space can it irrigate the lotus seeds with vitality, not to mention spawning them, at least keep them.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, but with literary spirit.

Wenxing Lingyan Ink Zhuolian, as the name suggests, is soaked in the power of Wenxing, with Lingyan as the root and Lingmo as the pool, which is the best growth environment for it.

Yu Zihao has already obtained his own way of writing, and is closely connected with Xianlian. If he can cultivate a large area of ​​Xianlian and use it for himself, that would be great.

In this regard, he is indeed the most suitable monk.

However, preserving and producing lotus seeds requires a huge amount of energy, and the conditions for the growth of fairy lotus are also extremely harsh.

To be precise, the conditions for the growth of each fairy lotus are so harsh, just like the black and white heaven and earth lotus that needs a pair of lovers to contact at the same time, and itself grows in an extremely cold environment; the cloud thread red blood lotus needs countless animal blood Irrigation can only grow; the glazed dust lotus grows in the pure water pool, and has the ability to hide itself...

So, the situation became very embarrassing.

Yu Zihao was trapped by his literary cultivation, and he couldn't even completely control the fairy lotus mother body, let alone let him use his literary energy to preserve and give birth to lotus seeds.

If the lotus seeds are not preserved by irrigation with Wen Qi, they will lose their activity soon; taking a step back, even if the lotus seeds are successfully spawned, they have to grow to a certain condition before they can go outside to find a host. Isn't it just draining Yu Zihao dry!

So the best way is to hand over the lotus seeds to someone else, but it must be a trustworthy person.

Wen Xingling inkstone and ink Zhuolian are staring at it with wide eyes.

So as early as a hundred years ago, Yu Zihao began to search for a destined person, but he couldn't find a destined person after searching.

There is no way, there are only a handful of monks who follow the literary way, and there are even fewer monks with a pure and positive literary spirit. At least Yu Zihao has only found himself so far.

In the past, there was a female cultivator who used the pseudonym "Book Fairy" in the mortal world, and left behind a legend, but that "Book Fairy" was actually a sentient monk who absorbed the desires and thoughts of ordinary people, and she had nothing to do with Wen Qi. Not on it!

There was no way, Yu Zihao wrote the storybook as a "true Xuanxu", cultivated his literary spirit, and prepared for the worst of being squeezed out, while on the other hand he went to Cui Hongyu for help.

So Su Chen and Qin Chuyang came into his field of vision.

Originally, Yu Zihao had no hope for Su Chen. From his point of view, a body cultivator and a sword cultivator couldn't compete with Wenxiu, so how could they be recognized by Xianlian?

But he didn't expect that after meeting Su Chen face to face, Wen Xingling inkstone ink Zhuolian actually conveyed a sense of joy and temptation to him, which made him very happy.

After this experience, his cultivation level will be high in the future, and it is not a problem to raise a pond full of fairy lotuses.

But now, I still have to send out the hot lotus seeds first, he really almost lost a drop.

Yu Zihao only explained the reason for Xianlian's visit, some of the words that reflected his true inner feelings were naturally not mentioned by him.

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang carefully observed Yu Zihao's expression, secretly speechless.

"He had that 'not a drop but was told to keep going' look."

"...It's hard to find people who are destined to come to Xianlian. If we hadn't opened the 'Ten Lotus Profound Picture', I'm afraid they would have been turned away."

Su Chen asked again: "I don't know why you told us to come back after forming alchemy?"

"The two of you also know that you are going to visit the small world in the book, right?" Yu Zihao said seriously, "If you enter the world in the book with the cultivation base of the foundation building stage, you will be suppressed by the fairy lotus, and you will probably get lost in the book world." The world in the book is assimilated, and even the soul will experience reincarnation in the world of the book at that time, and cannot be detached."

The faces of Su Chen and Qin Chuyang became serious, and they could also imagine that Xianlian roamed the world of books as a mother body, and after they broke in, they were like "foreign enemies" and were impacted by coercion.

This is an uncontrollable situation.

Yu Zihao: "It's just coercion, alchemy monks don't have to mind."

Su Chen shrugged: "Then Fellow Daoist Yu, what should we do?"

"There are two ways." Yu Zihao stretched out two fingers, and said seriously, "One, if you draw more than one hundred scriptures, of course you don't have to have scriptures, any calligraphy that can be approved by Xianlian is fine. of."

"Second, you travel through the storybook and temporarily become a member of the storybook, but you must not act against the character of the character, otherwise you will be expelled immediately."

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang thought about it, and they both thought it would be difficult to draw more than a hundred calligraphy treasures that could be recognized by Xianlian. It might be easier if they just followed the character of the characters in the story to advance the plot and find the location of Xianlian.

After thinking about it, Su Chen and Qin Chuyang said at the same time: "We choose the second method."

Yu Zihao: "I just thought that the first method might be more reliable for the two of you. After all, that fairy lotus is cunning and wise, and can condense the literary spirit in the storybook and temporarily transform into a human body. If you enter the storybook world, it is easy to be deceived." He plays."

"Let's try the second one, and it's not too late to talk about writing scripts."

Su Chen shook his head, anyway, Yu Zihao and Xianlian are here, they can't escape.

It seems troublesome to create a storybook.

"Well, anyway, it's too late for you to regret it as long as you want."

Yu Zihao smiled slightly, with a hint of narrowness in his smile, and he believed in his heart that Su Chen's temperament would definitely destroy the characters in the story.

But as he said, choosing the second method is at best taking the shortcut and failing, and then honestly choosing to take the safe and right path, and there will be no penalty for failure.

It's okay for the two of them to play in the storybook world, and it only consumes a little time and energy.

Yu Zihao called out an inkstone that was filled with the profound light of the five spirits, took out a purple bamboo brush, and quickly painted on the two of them, drawing two virtual images of ink figures with unknown faces.

The virtual images of the ink people merged into Su Chen and Qin Chuyang respectively, and the ink light flashed by. Although their appearance did not change in any way, they had been blessed by Yu Zihao's spell.

Suddenly, Su Chen thought of a question, gritted his teeth and looked at Yu Zihao, and said with the technique of sound transmission:

"Fellow Daoist Yu, the two of us probably won't encounter that kind of romance script, right?"

"This..." Yu Zihao hesitated, "If the Fengyue storybook mentioned by Daoist Su means that the main content of the storybook is to talk about love, then more than [-]% of the storybooks have such content."

"No, no, I'm not talking about love, but crackling and crackling, such as those private picture books that are fragrant, colorful, dewy, and bone... Yu Daoyou is a serious Wenxiu, and he shouldn't be in the Hehuan sect. Do such a thing?" Su Chen's tone was gloomy.

Yu Zihao: "...No."

He forgot about it, and then took down some personal scripts that were on the shelf.

Most of such private scripts cannot form a small world on their own, because they are too narrow, but it is not impossible to forcibly indoctrinate them with literary spirit, and become a small world that is only the size of a yard...

"By the way, it seems that Fellow Daoist Yu is responsible for all the scripts published in the Hehuan Sect." Su Chen's gloomy tone came again.

"I hope Fellow Daoist Yu can burn all the personal scriptures that are not popular, otherwise I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of my young master, the disciple of Elder Zhao Zhen, and the No. 1 Daoist Xu Ziji of the youth generation of the Hehuan Sect... Don't let anyone know. , unless there is nothing wrong with it."

"Especially a book titled "New Qiannan Yan Tan"!"

Yu Zihao: "..."

silence.

I want to read small books, but I don't want to burn them.

Su Chen showed a sneer that looked like a villain: "Fellow Daoist Yu doesn't want to see a story book called "A Gentleman's Tale of Picking Chrysanthemums" spread throughout the Nine Realms, so I will add fuel and vinegar to it, so take it easy Son, don't be yelled to death by Elder Cui."

threaten!This is the threat of Chiguoguo!

No matter how generous Cui Hongyu is, he wouldn't want to see his lover get mixed up with a lot of men.

"Well, good good."

Yu Zihao responded superficially, still feeling a bit lucky.

As long as he hides it deep enough, Su Chen's sight will not be able to find the book!

Su Chen: "Hey~ I've also figured it out. At that time, Long Yang 48 will be greeted together, drawn into a picture magazine, you will be sauced first, then stuffed, and then blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. broken……"

"Okay! Hard enough! I'll burn it!"

Yu Zihao's heart was pierced like a knife, he intuitively felt that Su Chen would do what he dared to say.

Although I am very happy to read other people's books, if I become the protagonist in the books, I am afraid that I will be forced to be 0 in the future.

By the way, the word 0 seems to be invented by Su Chen as well!

Incomparably vivid images, non, same, small, can!

Yu Zihao stared at Su Chen with a look of seeing a snake.

Even Qin Chuyang felt his resentment, but Su Chen was relieved.

"Ah Chen...don't be too cruel."

Qin Chuyang would not suspect that Su Chen and Yu Zihao were colluding with some dirty deal behind his back, but he knew that Yu Zihao must have suffered a big loss somewhere.

"Don't worry, Brother Qin, don't trick him too hard."

Su Chen answered Qin Chuyang first, and then said, "You can write about Xu Ziji's play Dragon Pillar, and everyone else can write about it. I can't control it, but Brother Qin and I must be pure."

Yu Zihao's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he had already sketched in his heart the story of a scumbag who sacrificed his life for the sake of Bai Yueguang, who was pregnant with the most masculine treasure.

Keeping the plot is full of twists and turns, and is loved by everyone.

By the way, the scumbag still wants to burn books and defraud Wenxiu!

Look, it completely meets the conditions given by Su Chen!

Yu Zihao let out a sigh of relief, his mood was bright, and he felt that his thoughts were flowing like a spring, and with a wave of Zizhu brush, he said to the two:

"How and where Xianlian will hide, I don't know at all. In addition, the time in the storybook is different from this world. Even if you have been in the storybook for a year, it is actually only half an hour. Go ahead and play with confidence."

Yu Zihao subconsciously used the word "play".

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang were sent away by Zizhuhao's power, and at the same time, a certain storybook on the bookshelf shone brightly, and then the two figures disappeared in front of them.

Yu Zihao scanned the place with his spiritual sense, and smiled slightly: "It's not a love story of Fengyue, but..."

……

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang naturally entered the book world together.

With a sweep of consciousness, the two of them quickly swept away this corner of the world.

Nothing else, just a dense forest, a small village, and a dilapidated house alone in the forest.

Now the two are staying in this dilapidated house alone in the forest, occupying one room, and the other room is occupied by a skinny old man who is sick in bed, and there is also a pedantic and dull middle-aged man in the forest. man role.

Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a simple latrine and woodpile next to the kitchen... It's very crappy.

Su Chen realized that he had become a skinny little girl in coarse linen clothes, while Qin Chuyang had turned into a haggard middle-aged woman.

However, although their appearance has changed, it is actually only because of Yu Zihao's blessing. Their cultivation has not been suppressed, and they can even see their real bodies under their appearance as long as they use their spiritual thoughts.

Different from ordinary disguise techniques, Yu Zihao's blessing is more like creating an empty shell, and then let them put on this empty shell, thus turning into someone.

The two eight-foot-long male cultivators now wear the skins of two impoverished mortals, and they are still a mother and daughter. It is quite funny to think about it.

Su Chen grinned, but he didn't want Qin Chuyang to chuckle lightly, wrap his arms around him, and hug him up so easily, and it was the kind of child's hug that he sat on the other's arms.

Although with the strength of two people, it is not difficult to hug each other.

"..." But the dignity of the macho and old Gong is gone!

Wait... It seems that Brother Qin has run away with his arms around his waist before.

Su Chen opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly realized a big problem.

Their roles are probably mother and daughter, but what about the plot, and where is Xianlian hiding in the corner?

I don't know at all!

"Look around."

Qin Chuyang put Su Chen down, Xianlian is good at hiding, and they belong to the same cultivation base of alchemy, if they can find the location of Xianlian with a sweep of their spiritual sense, then this game will not be necessary.

There was really nothing to look for in this dilapidated hut, Qin Chuyang and Su Chen rummaged through the boxes, but found only a little rice, and the old man who was sleeping on the bed couldn't wake up no matter what, they simply agreed.

——You can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

"I'm back, Chun Hua'er, father!"

About an hour later, the middle-aged man who was chopping firewood returned home with a basket of firewood on his back, yelled loudly, and then went straight into the old man's room.

The old man woke up instantly.

Su Chen, who was searching in another room, used his spiritual sense to detect this scene, and rolled his eyes.

However, the following conversation between the father and son caused Su Chen and Qin Chuyang to frown at the same time.

"Son... Dad is useless, and now even starting a relationship in the family has become a problem, if it's really not going to happen, just leave dad alone, let dad go early."

As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, he knelt down on the ground with a bang, tears filled his eyes: "Father! My child is not filial! How can my child leave you alone!"

"Father won't be alive for a few days, it doesn't matter if he dies sooner or later."

The middle-aged man shook his head again and again, crying uncontrollably: "Father, my child is stupid and can't read. Dad, you were a scholar in your early years. You just need to give your child a trick. Even if it is the stars and moons in the sky, my child will find a way to fix it for you." Come."

The old man coughed for a while, and then said quietly after a while:

"You and Cuihua'er are still young, and you can still have a son. Seeing that the two of you can't afford to raise a second child now, but before the old man dies, he still wants to see his grandson and see that our family has an incense... We I can't do the thing of selling a girl for glory, it will be punished by the gods, if it doesn't work, we will bury the girl and let her marry the mountain god."

"Okay, okay... Let's bury the girl. If the girl is married by the mountain god, she will have no worries."

Su Chen showed a black question mark face: Grass?Damn, what stupid logic!

Why don't you just sell your granddaughter directly, even if it's a rough servant girl serving tea and sweeping the courtyard at a nobleman's house, it's better than directly killing the other party!

And now it is obvious that this old man would rather bury his granddaughter than sell it for his fame!

What's worse, the father actually agreed without hesitation! ?

Su Chen: No f*ck to say.

Just when the middle-aged man tucked the quilt up for the old father and was about to get up and leave, the old man said again:

"Don't tell Cuihua'er that there is no mother who doesn't like her daughter. It's still early in the morning, so you can just say that you are taking your daughter out, and if she gets lost when you come back, it will be fine."

Middle-aged man: "Father, I got it! Don't worry, I will definitely bury my daughter!"

Su Chen and Qin Chuyang couldn't help showing disgusted expressions.

But they are monks after all, and now they are in the storybook, fortunately they don't do anything and let the plot develop.

So, the middle-aged man said to Qin Chuyang, "Take the girl to pick wild vegetables and white umbrellas", and took Su Chen's hand and went out.

Su Chen had previously felt that no matter if it was a middle-aged man or an old man, no matter how you look at it, they are all mortals through and through. Now after getting in touch with him, he found that... the middle-aged man is indeed a mortal.

With a sweep of his consciousness, the other party's inner palace operations could not escape, and even after walking for a while, the middle-aged man farted and hiccupped.

too real.

"Girl, you just carry it here. Dad wants to dig down to see if there are any tree roots."

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man took out the tools he carried with him and began to dig a hole.

After digging two meters deep, he sighed, and then said: "Girl, dad is playing a game with you. Go down and see if there are any good things. Dad will guard you from above, and then pull you up. "

Su Chen nodded silently, because he really couldn't imagine how a five or six-year-old girl should answer an adult.

However, the silence between him and Qin Chuyang did not arouse the slightest vigilance of the middle-aged man.

Su Chen jumped into the dug hole, and the middle-aged man said from above, "Girl, take a good look." Immediately afterwards, Su Chen crossed his arms, enduring the veins on his forehead and the restlessness of his fists.

The middle-aged man above began to fill in the soil.

This filling is not digging, and it has to be done slowly. The middle-aged man pushed the small mound beside him hard, and the dirt and stones fell down.

Su Chen... is still patient.

He couldn't imagine that his patience would be so good!

Let a bitch bury him, and he hasn't exploded the other's head.

After all, it's a storybook... Maybe it's a revenge drama.

Su Chen waited and waited under the soil, waited and waited, released his consciousness, and then...

There's no after that.

The two were thrown out of the script together.

The two faces are stunned.

It's over before it starts?

The promised magnificent revenge drama!

"It's so fast, it's not even time for a cup of tea." Yu Zihao chuckled lightly, with an expression that was as expected.

"The small world you will enter is called "Buried Daughter for Father". It was a play that praised filial piety in the mortal world 100 years ago. In the end, Cuihua gave birth to a son, and the family lived happily ever after. Together... As for why you were thrown out of the storybook, it is because Su Daoyou's performance is too dull, the girl should be very happy that she can make a contribution to the family at this time."

Now Su Chen and Qin Chuyang were really confused.

—Praise of filial piety?Are you sure it's not Yuxiao!

Su Chen's fists were clenched, and co-authoring is not a revenge drama, but a drama that praises Yuxiao, he just endured it for nothing!

The two looked at each other, and before Yu Zihao opened his mouth to introduce the plot, they rushed into the storybook world again.

The same small broken house, the same middle-aged man.

Su Chen kept his sneer, then rushed into the woods, and blasted the middle-aged man's head with his fist.

One punch to the head, blown away.

"Shabi, get the hell out of your father!"

Not surprisingly, the two of them were thrown out of the storybook world again. This time for Yu Zihao, the time was even more rushed, but it was just a blink of an eye.

Then, the two still felt puzzled, and entered the storybook world three times.

This time, Su Chen encouraged the man to dig the hole a little deeper, and then took advantage of the middle-aged man's stay at the bottom of the hole, directly pushed the soil down, and spat into it by the way.

The tongue is bright and the lotus is fragrant.

"Marry a mountain god and be (beep——) die, shameless!"

The two were quickly thrown out again.

The corners of Yu Zihao's eyes twitched: ...Actually, this is an ironic story. The author who wrote this story was finally condemned and died of depression. It really doesn't need to be so serious.

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