After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

As the kiss became more and more lingering, He Wuhuan gradually found it difficult to restrain himself. Reason told him that taking advantage of others' dangers was done by a villain. Before he lifted it, his movements froze, and his hands were wrapped around his neck.

There was a "hum" in my head, and the tight string broke.

He Wuhuan couldn't believe it, he was responding to me?Why is he responding to me?

But in this situation, he didn't want to think too much, he just wanted to enjoy the warmth of this moment, and then he held the back of Yunhan's head, wanting to deepen the kiss.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He opened his eyes and opened the distance. Yun Han's face in his sight quickly turned pale, and then he vomited a big mouthful of blood. The glaring blood gushed out continuously from his body , can't be blocked anyway.

He Wuhuan was at a loss, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, in the end he could only hug him in vain, and watched with his own eyes that the person in his arms turned from a corpse into a dry bone, and finally the rotting bone melted away, blowing away with the wind.

He Wuhuan woke up in a cold sweat, sitting alone on the bed in the dark, staring blankly at his empty hands.

Almost two years later, he is still having this dream.

The Yun Han in the dream was just Yun Han, not the later Luo Linghan, and he was still alive, not the bones of an old man who had already been buried under the spring and became an unknown tomb.

It's just that the dream must wake up after all.

He Wuhuan kept thinking about what question Yun Han asked him when he was drunk that day. He had experienced countless experiences in half his life, and he could count them all in detail, but he couldn't remember this sentence alone.

This is what Yun Han said to him last.

From that day on, Yun Han left without saying goodbye, and when he saw him again, he was exhausted, and he closed his eyes forever in his arms.

There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness and death, parting from love, resentment and resentment, not getting what you want, not letting go. no.

The old man Shenji sentenced him to have no wife and no children in this life, and it really was a clever decision.

"Hey, guest officer, please come inside!" The waiter wiped his face with a sweat towel on his shoulders, and greeted the guests to sit down, "What do you want to drink? We have Biluochun and Yuqian Longjing..."

The guest sat down in an inconspicuous corner at the outermost corner of the hall, put the sword on the edge of the table, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Come and have a pot of herbal tea, and some food."

"Okay! You'll be here later." Xiao Er took one last look at this strange-looking guest, and quickly prepared to go.

This is a teahouse, and there is a high platform in the middle of the hall. At this moment, the storyteller is standing on the platform, speaking smoothly: "...This starts from the battle more than 20 years ago, when the four masters led all parties Righteous men, besieged and suppressed the most evil faction in the world at that time, Biluo Villa, that battle was extremely tragic, the whole village of Biluo Villa was killed by the sword, blood flowed, and the river outside the village was dyed red..."

He Wuhuan took off the bamboo hat on his head, took a sip of herbal tea, and whispers from all around came from his ears——

"Biluo Mountain Villa was so glorious in the past, and the owner Luo Shuanghua's Biluo swordsmanship is unrivaled. Why was the whole village destroyed so easily?"

"Tsk, are you stupid? No matter how powerful Luo Shuanghua is, he doesn't have three heads and six arms. Facing the four masters and people from all walks of life, how can he win!"

The storyteller continued: "...more than twenty years have passed, and Biluo Villa has long been reduced to ashes. Ashes should return to ashes, and dust will return to ashes. Luo Shuanghua's youngest son, Luo Linghan, survived under the cover of his loyal servant. After escaping from the villa, the servant died of serious injuries, leaving behind a child who was less than two years old and was adopted by a beggar..."

"Furthermore, this Luo Linghan had a very ill-fated life. Once his family was ruined and his family was destroyed, he became a beggar on the side of the road. The beggar was beaten to death when he was five years old. He wandered the streets all day, relying on picking up leftovers. He was begging for rotten food, and was later trafficked into a men's house, where he was trained to be a child prostitute, and when he was old, he would be sent to play with the nobles."

"...No one knows how he learned the Biluo swordsmanship and Huangquan Yin later on. When he appeared in the arena as a descendant of Biluo Villa, it was two years ago that he killed the four masters of the past, including The old Xuanming Pavilion, the Rakshasa King, the Qilin hall master, and the retreating soul-chasing swordsman Ming Feng..."

He Wuhuan sat quietly, but the knuckles of the fingers holding the cup were faintly white, and the downcast eyes made it impossible to see emotion.

The story was told with climaxes one after another, and the listeners were very excited and discussed with their companions from time to time.

Listener A asked his close friend Listener B: "I know a thing or two about Biluo swordsmanship, but what kind of skill is Huangquanyin?"

Listener B replied: "It seems to be an extremely extreme martial art. It is divided into nine stages, which can speed up the speed of martial arts. For example, the same kind of swordsmanship takes ten years to practice for ordinary people, but if it is supplemented by Huang Quanyin, the time can be shortened." After five years, if you reach the ninth stage, your martial arts can be more than tripled in a short period of time."

"There are such powerful exercises in the world? Isn't that what everyone wants!"

"How can it be so easy! Huang Quan Yin Huang Quan Yin, once you practice, you will step into Huang Quan. During the practice, your muscles and bones will be disordered and painful, and you will even suffer severe backlash in the later stage. In the end, your tendons will burst and you will explode..."

"Scary! It's so scary! But Huang Quan? Hiss...couldn't it also be the skill of Bi Luo Villa?"

"Exactly."

Listener A frowned: "With such a skill, Biluo Villa is really the number one evil sect in the world!"

Listener B sighed: "Oh, there is no absolute black and white in the world, but winners and losers. There is another secret about this 20 years ago. I wonder if you want to hear it?"

Listener A: "But I heard the details."

Listener B looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he used his fan as a cover and said in a low voice: "This is just a rumor, I don't know if it is true, but in fact, Biluo Mountain Villa was framed back then. In order to win the skills of Biluo Villa, after all, since the war, the four masters have become famous and established their own sects one after another, and even the self-created skills have many similarities with Biluo Villa..."

The chatter of the listeners was gradually overshadowed by the high-pitched voice of the storyteller. The old man’s voice was loud and sighed: "The four masters were killed, the balance of various forces in the world was broken, and there was a bloody storm for a while. Later, they formed an alliance in Fengming Mountain. The Jianghu pursuit order, vowing to kill Luo Linghan, the remnant of the evil faction, that is, Yunhan, who had made his mark in the martial arts tournament..."

He Wuhuan drank the wine in his glass, and the memory that he will never forget unfolded in his mind. Two years ago, people in the rivers and lakes were chasing and killing a man named Luo Linghan like crazy. At that time, he was dealing with his master Ming Feng. The resentment almost consumed all his rationality, and he swore a poisonous oath in front of the martial arts people who came to pay their respects, that if he didn't kill Luo Linghan himself in this life, he would suffer forever and never be free.

Not long after, he tracked down Luo Linghan's whereabouts, but when he chased him, he found that the so-called Luo Linghan was Yun Han. Seeing that he could not live, He Wuhuan still remembered that blood oozed from his whole body as if he had been lingering. Those eyes, which were always sly, were dark and lifeless. They were not any appearance in his memory, but they were deeply penetrated. Flesh and blood, frequently wandering in dreams.

Not long after Yunhan's death, people from all over the world thought he had killed Luo Linghan when they arrived. They surrounded the numb and sluggish him happily, cheered loudly, and even held a special banquet to celebrate the remnants of the evil sect being strangled by the righteous way. The running water mat was set up for three days and three nights.

He Wuhuan walked out of the tea shop and strolled in the busy streets of the town. Vendors were busy selling, children were playing and chasing after each other.

Since he quit the rivers and lakes two years ago, he has lived incognito on the hills outside this small town, and went down the hills in his spare time to take a look at this world of mortals. For the rest of his life, he always wants to see more for him.

"catch him!"

"Damn beggar! Let you steal it, see if I don't beat you to death!"

The noise came from behind, He Wuhuan turned around, and saw three men kicking and beating a child, the child looked seven or eight years old, his clothes were torn into a piece of rag, barely hanging on his body, skinny, his exposed hands and feet were filthy, at this time Fell face down on the ground, despite beating and scolding without making a sound.

He Wuhuan walked over, stopped the beating and scolding people, and asked: "What did this child do to make the three of you beat and scold like this?"

The tall man with a square face was still puzzled, and spat: "This beggar is a thief. He often steals things while we are not paying attention. He has been caught several times. He stole again today. Everyone is teaching him a lesson and dragging him away. See the officer."

He Wuhuan lowered his eyes, and the little beggar happened to look up, and happened to meet his timid eyes. He Wuhuan was caught off guard by a dull pain somewhere in his heart, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.

Seeing that He Wuhuan had a different expression, the three couldn't help but looked at each other in puzzlement.

He Wuhuan came back to his senses, took out a few pieces of silver and handed them to them, saying: "Seeing that he is young, everyone has the right to let him go, these silver taels are considered compensation."

Everyone walked away, He Wuhuan was about to reach out to help, the little beggar sat up by himself, he looked at He Wuhuan timidly, his eyes were black and bright, he seemed to hesitate for a while, and then carefully took out a bunch of The squashed candied haws, pursing his lips, handed it over with his skinny little hands, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to eat candied haws?"

Seeing the bright red and sweet candied haws, there was a crash, and something in He Wuhuan's heart shattered, and the past that he had suppressed with all his strength spewed out unstoppably like a mountain torrent.

He Wuhuan was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time, he became famous at a young age, he was full of vigor, and he walked alone in the rivers and lakes with a sharp sword. That time, he passed by this small town after challenging a famous swordsman, and was tired when he was driving on the hills outside the town. In the extreme, he leaned against a pomegranate tree for a rest.

It was May at that time, and the pomegranate tree was full of vermilion flowers. He Wuhuan was drowsy, and suddenly felt strange. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he was about to open his eyes, when a foreign object fell from the sky. He caressed the hilt of the sword, but in the next moment, he heard a burst of pleasant laughter from above his head.

Before He Wuhuan could raise his head, there was a flower in front of his eyes. A young man with picturesque features descended from the sky, playing with a bright red flower with his white hands, and begged He Wuhuan to pay him candied haws with a smile.

He Wuhuan had never seen such a good-looking person before, after a while he stuttered and said: "I have never seen your candied haws, why should I pay for it?"

The young man smiled slyly when he heard the words, pointed at the top of his head, and jokingly said: "What a thief, you want to deny it after getting all the stolen goods?"

He Wuhuan touched the top of his head bluntly, and touched a sticky candy. The candied haws had already melted. When he pulled it off his hair, he pulled out a long strand of sugar. He passed the horrible candied haws over with a blank expression. The young man wrinkled his nose in disgust, waved his hands generously and said, "How can I eat this? Forget it, just owe it first and pay it back later."

This is their first encounter.

He Wuhuan withdrew from the memory, the little beggar looked at him eagerly, seeing that he didn't eat candied haws, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully put the candied haws back.

He Wuhuan stared at the child for a while, as if trying to see the old shadow of that person from him, the child became uneasy when he saw him, and nervously covered his hands and feet with a tattered cloth, like a little animal that has lost its shelter curl up into a ball.

"Why steal?" asked the good-looking and serious man.

The child licked his dry and peeling lips: "Because I'm hungry."

"Will you worship me as your teacher?"

The child thought he heard it wrong: "Huh?"

"Adore me as your teacher, and you will never starve or suffer from cold again."

"willing!"

He Wuhuan returned to his cabin on the top of the mountain, and this time there was a little beggar with a yellow and thin face.

Later, there was another little yellow dog with a short tail, chasing after people foolishly.

Later, the little beggar gradually grew up, and the old yellow dog couldn't run anymore.

The pomegranate flowers are in full bloom every year, like fire every year.

Opened again this year.

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