The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

"No, nothing, nothing!"

Zhang Kuang hurriedly tried to stand up, but the deeper he sank, the tip of his nose pressed against the soft skin, his brain exploded with a "boom", and his voice trembled almost inaudibly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Xia Zhitao teased, "I clearly hugged you, why are you apologizing?"

Zhang Kuang supported her arm, and straightened up a little, just in time to meet Xia Zhitao's smiling eyebrows, layers of red suddenly appeared on the pinnae, and he was stunned again.

Her black hair hangs down her back, and a few strands hang down her shoulders. Her eyes are moist, like a black gem soaked in water, clear and bright.

Xia Zhitao burst out laughing, turned her head slightly, and blinked her eyes: "Does it look good?"

Zhang Kuang was stunned for a long time, finally came to his senses, quickly stood up straight, pulled his sleeves to hide, and dared not speak.

Xia Zhitao laughed inwardly, gathered her five fingers calmly, rubbed her fingertips lightly, and helped change the subject intimately, saying: "Zhang Kuang, look over there."

Zhang Kuang looked in the direction, and saw an old man over seventy years old, with a rickety body and staggering steps, standing stubbornly in front of the gate, unwilling to leave no matter what.

Not long after, there was a soft "squeak", and the heavy wooden door was broken open a crack.

Yang Liangcai stuck out half of his head, sighed, and said, "Grandma Wen, don't wait, go back."

Seeing that someone finally answered, Grandma Wen's turbid pupils lit up a little, and she reached out tremblingly to grab the servant, but the other party closed the door a little tighter.

"Those things are in the past, and adults didn't do them." The boy looked embarrassed, "It's not a solution for you to wait every day."

"I know, I know it all."

The old grandma was holding on to the door rail, her skin was sticking to her bones under her big sleeves, she was so thin that it would break if she snapped, "Although that matter has nothing to do with Mrs. Yang, why don't you even want to look at her after we have been friends with my girl for so many years? "

"This this……"

The young man stammered and didn't know what to say, he was ambiguous, and said: "But my lord is already married, if...Miss Liu might feel...not very good."

Compared with Yang Liangcai's previous attitude, the boy obviously had some sympathy for the old woman, but he was just a servant and could do nothing.

Listening to the conversation, it is not the first time that the old lady is waiting at the door. It seems that she has been here many times before, but she was either driven away or locked out of the door. The boy is willing to have a few words with her, Still the first one.

Zhang Kuang listened intently, with an extremely serious expression, he didn't even see Xia Zhitao smiling and looking at him several times, all his attention was on those two people.

"The old man finally came here, and he didn't even open the door." Zhang Kuang rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "I don't care what he did, I will beat him up today."

Xia Zhitao leaned over, put his arm on her shoulder, and raised his hand to point: "Grandma is leaving, are you going to beat her up, or comfort her?"

It has to be said that she has already grasped the mind of the lord leader. As soon as Xia Zhitao's voice fell, Zhang Kuang was stunned, wondering: "...Let's go and see the old man first."

"Well, I think so too," Xia Zhitao nodded her nose, with a smile in her voice, "Yang Liangcai on the left and right won't run away again, and it won't be too late to beat her up later."

Thinking of Zhang Kuang's poor health, Xia Zhitao said nothing to let her use her spiritual power anymore, and the two of them simply did not hide their figures, and walked out from the shadows, following the old man far away.

There are seven turns and eight turns, and the ancient alleys are layered with green brick walls, covering most of the sun's wheel, and descending the cold with water vapor.

To the surprise of the two, the house where the old lady lived was very neat and tidy, and there were two young guards waiting upright at the door. Seeing the old man coming back, they rushed to meet her and helped her into the house.

Zhang Kuang tapped on the wall with his fingers, gathered a few petals on his fingertips, and said seriously, "Shall I take you in?"

Looking at the child's incomparably attentive attitude and those sparkling black eyes, Xia Zhitao always had the feeling of "ah, it's good to just lie down and be a salted fish, and don't have to do anything".

She shrugged and smiled, and said, "Do you think, if we ask the old man directly, she will tell us?"

Zhang Kuang was puzzled and said: "But we are unfamiliar with her, and we are not related to her, so how can we win her trust?"

Xia Zhitao leaned over, raised her finger between her eyebrows, and smiled from the corner of her eyes: "It's up to you, Master Xianzun."

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Someone picked up the bronze ring and tapped it lightly three times.

The old man is usually withdrawn, and his only family member has long since passed away. Normally, it is unlikely that anyone will visit. The attendant opened the door suspiciously, and was taken aback.

I saw two elegant and dusty girls standing outside the door, with sharp eyebrows, like walking out of an ink painting scroll.

Both of them had their hair tied in white damask, and wore white brocade robes without a trace of variegation, standing in the slightly dark alley of blue bricks, wearing the bright moonlight, walking on frost and snow.

One of them stepped forward slowly, with a gentle smile, and asked politely: "Excuse me, my lord, is this the Wen family?"

The guard was stunned for a while, and it took a while to react, and said in a trembling voice: "Second, the two are—"

"No need to panic, we are all people from Yashan."

The man smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at the person standing behind him, and said unhurriedly: "The lord behind me is the little mad fairy with the age of over ten thousand immortals, named Qiling Layman."

Xiao Kuang "Immortal Venerable": "..."

Although the guards had never heard of the name "Little Mad Immortal Venerable", the famous Yashan still knew about it.Coupled with the elegant clothes and extraordinary demeanor of the two, they must not be simple characters.

He couldn't help being more respectful, afraid that he might say something wrong, he said cautiously: "Xiao Kuang (Xiao Kuang) Immortal Venerable, you have come from a long distance, but you have something important to do?"

I saw the face of the "Immortal Venerable" behind him was tense, his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost and snow, like a beauty like an ice sculpture.

If you take a closer look, you can still see her holding her five fingers angrily, biting her lower lip, her cheeks puffed up a little, like an angry little hamster.

Xia Zhitao wanted to laugh when she saw her small appearance, especially wanted to reach out and pinch her face.But the airs still need to be put on, and the play needs to be performed.

Zhang Kuang's acting skills are really bad, he can reveal his secrets as soon as he speaks, but he doesn't know it yet.So Xia Zhitao helped her find the simplest role, pretending to be a high-ranking fairy, as long as she was in a daze quietly and beautifully, the rest was left to herself.

"Little Kuang Xianzun is an extraordinary person, and he doesn't like to talk," Xia Zhitao said with a smile, "If this young master has anything to do, or has any doubts, just ask me."

Zhang Kuang nodded silently.

The guard hurriedly looked back, feeling that it would be disrespectful to the lord Xianzun to take another look, and seeing that the woman beside him seemed to be very friendly, he carefully asked: "Then why are you here, all the celestial venerables? "

Zhang Kuang stared at Xia Zhitao without saying a word.

Xia Zhitao's expression darkened, and his voice was a little serious: "We don't want to bother you, but we just passed by here unintentionally. Seeing the dark air in the house and the strange clouds surging, we came here to ask."

The guard was extremely shocked, and said in a panic: "Black, black air?!"

"Black air, also known as miasma, is extremely vicious and extremely vicious. It is an ominous omen. If it is not eliminated in time and violates the important trend, disasters may follow one after another, harming the elderly and young children in the family."

Xia Zhitao spoke earnestly, and persuaded: "This matter has nothing to do with us, but the little crazy fairy is merciful, sympathetic, and sent me to ask for details. If you are willing, you can also help a little bit."

She quoted scriptures and all kinds of sayings from all over the world were mixed together, and a big pot was stewed in a big pot, which frightened the little guard for a while, made the two immortals wait for a while, and ran back to report to the Patriarch.

Zhang Kuangzai felt a little wronged at first because he was forced to pretend to be an "immortal venerable", but when he heard Xia Zhitao making it up with reason and evidence, the more he listened, the more he admired her, and he looked at her with admiration, his eyes filled with "Zhitao" It’s amazing” in five big characters.

"How does it feel to be an immortal?"

The little guard left, Xia Zhitao didn't bother to pretend, and turned to tease the leader: "Master Xianzun, why are you silent?"

Zhang Kuang said honestly: "In the past, I was the one who beat up the Immortal Venerable, but today I did it once, and I don't feel much."

Xia Zhitao laughed out loud, reaching out to help Zhang Kuang pull his long hair behind his ears, and smoothed out the folds of his collar.

"There are only three of Yashan who can be called Immortal Venerables—Qi Zidong, the evil deer white deer, Jun Yuehou, the master of Yubai, and Mo Wusheng, the master of Ziwuxu."

Xia Zhitao smiled, and said leisurely: "But, now we have to add one more, our little mad fairy who just appeared."

She originally wanted to make a joke, but Zhang Kuang turned his head slightly, as if thinking of something, and said thoughtfully: "Mo Wusheng?"

Xia Zhitao paused for a moment, and suddenly felt a little curious: The leader actually knew Mo Wusheng?

For Yashan disciples, Mo Wusheng is almost a legendary figure. He was born at the age of three and became a master at the age of five.

This person is loyal to Yashan, but he acts vigorously and vigorously, without the shackles of morality, and does whatever means to achieve his goals.No sadness, no joy, indifference and few desires, makes Zhengdao quite afraid.

However, in the timeline at the beginning of the novel, Mo Wusheng went to Fengxue Tianshan to practice, until the original author ruthlessly abandoned the pit, the strongest monk in the immortal way never officially appeared.

Xia Zhitao has stayed in Yashan for so long since he crossed, and he has only heard many rumors about him.

Seeing that Zhang Kuang seemed to know the other person's appearance this time, she couldn't help being very curious, and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Zhang Kuang shrugged: "It's more than acquaintance."

When she said this, Xia Zhitao became even more curious, leaned closer, and asked, "Is there any relationship between you and him?"

"There is no origin, only met once."

Zhang Kuang folded his arms and said casually: "For the matter of locking the demon building, I directly knocked him down four realms and broke three ribs, so he should still be retreating at Fengxue's side now."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

——She said why Immortal No.1 still needs to retreat, so it is because of you, the leader!

Zhang Kuang said it lightly, without caring, as if he just beat up a defenseless mortal, not the famous and powerful Immortal Number One.

Xia Zhitao couldn't help laughing, she turned her head to look at the obedient boy standing beside her, who couldn't relate to the legendary violent image.

"Believe it or not, I'm amazing."

Zhang Kuang went to Xia Zhitao's side, took out a scroll, and pointed it out to her: "I didn't know the pavilion was ranked according to strength, look here, I'm number one."

Seeing the attentive appearance of the leader when showing off the ranking, it is like a kindergarten child holding a neat row of little red flowers and begging for candy from the teachers.

Xia Zhitao couldn't help laughing, and said, "As expected of our leader."

Zhang Kuang was so proud of being praised, he put away the ranking scroll very happily, the corners of his eyes curled up a little, and he couldn't hide his joy.

"But what about Mo Wusheng?" Xia Zhitao jokingly said, "If he goes out of customs, will you beat him back?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Kuang's expression changed.

She didn't reply right away, her thin eyelashes drooped a little, her black eyes dimmed a bit, as if she lost her way at a fork in the road, dazed and helpless.

Zhang Kuang murmured: "I don't know."

Realizing that she was strange, Xia Zhitao leaned closer, cupped her cheeks with her hands, and coaxed softly, "What's wrong? Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

"When I locked the Demon Tower, I actually didn't know how I won. Maybe it was because of me, maybe it was luck. But if Mo Wusheng goes out now and fights all the way to the foot of Qiling Mountain, I..."

Zhang Kuang whispered: "I have no confidence."

No confidence... no confidence to beat him?Xia Zhitao sighed inwardly, patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder calmly, and was about to say a few words of comfort.

Before she could say anything, a chill suddenly rushed up her spine, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

In the last chapter of the novel just before abandonment, Zhang Kuang was besieged by countless righteous ways, his spiritual power was directly split into his body, he could no longer stand firmly, and fell from the high hall in the clouds.

She rolled down the long steps and smashed hard on the jade floor, not even leaving a body behind. The withered petals spread out, leaving only the coldness in her eyes.

The original text is very sloppy, and even makes people feel a little inexplicable.Xia Zhitao was very puzzled, even though the arrogance was at the end of its strength at that time, it was impossible to be so easily defeated by the right way.

...But what if it was silent?

The eardrum buzzed, as if countless sharp whistles were playing together, pressing on the nerves.Xia Zhitao took a deep breath, trying to calm down in her heart, and suppressed all the thoughts flooding her mind.

It's okay, it's okay.

I will not let this happen.

Xia Zhitao said it repeatedly to herself, like a magic spell, as long as she kept repeating it, she would feel at ease.

She exhaled lightly, retracted the hand that was stroking the other's cheek, and put her five fingers into the palm of her hand.

Xia Zhitao raised her eyes and glanced at Zhang Kuang, her voice was brisk, and she joked, "Don't be afraid, it's okay if you can't beat him, my sister will take you to travel around the world, where you can eat and drink."

Zhang Kuang's eyes lit up, and he said cheerfully, "Okay!"

It just so happened that after the guard notified the Patriarch, Zhang Kuang led someone to open the door, so Zhang Kuang obediently followed Xia Zhitao, and the two walked into the residence of Grandma Wen together.

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It doesn't look big from the outside, but there are holes in the inside.

The two walked in, and saw a small, sparse courtyard where many vegetables, melons and fruits were carefully planted, and wooden sheds were hung all over the place, and clusters of small flowers of different colors bloomed.

Zhang Kuang looked left and right, he was very interested in the tomato vine with a few green fruits hanging on it, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

But the other party reacted violently, the small pale yellow flower shook its branches excitedly, wishing that the whole flower would stick to it, and grabbed her fingertips, refusing to leave.

Zhang Kuang whispered: "What are you doing!"

The little yellow flower trembled and grabbed her fingertips desperately, showing that you are a bad guy, if you dare to leave me, you will be a heartless scumbag.

Zhang Kuang didn't pay attention to it, and calmly withdrew his finger, the tomato flower was filled with righteous indignation as if it had been struck by lightning, and frantically shook the branches and leaves in protest.

But Zhang Kuang didn't care at all, she looked around and ran to find Xia Zhitao with small steps.

Grandma Wen respected the two of them very much, and tremblingly took out the best tea and the best pastry, for fear of neglecting the immortal.

Xia Zhitao sat with her for a while, comforting each other, chatting like a family, and heard a story hidden behind her.

Grandma Wen was not alone in the past. She once had a son who was enlisted in the army when he was young and died in the Beimo battlefield. His daughter-in-law was weak and died of illness.

In the blink of an eye, both husband and wife left, leaving only a youngest daughter named Wen Xiru who was less than five years old.

Wen Xiru is well-behaved and sensible when she urinates. Grandma took her alone. Although it was a bit difficult at first, since she learned to embroider some patterns to supplement the family, her life has improved day by day.

"That child, Xiru, is clever. I'm not exaggerating." When talking about her granddaughter, Grandma Wen's voice was a little gentle. "She was born with this kind of material."

Xia Zhitao saw Zhang Kuang abandoning the light yellow flower and walked towards her, bent her eyebrows and smiled at her, and pulled away the chair beside her.

Zhang Kuang gathered his robe, sat down obediently on the wooden chair, picked up the embroidery on his face, looked at it, and said, "It looks good."

"Right, look at this bamboo mist, wave moon, and these little people, how vivid their embroidery is."

Grandma is very proud: "I can't find a better one in the whole Youzhou City!"

Zhang Kuang said seriously: "Very powerful."

Following what grandma said, she lightly held a few pairs of embroidery in her hand, and looked at each corner, as if reading a book and a book carefully, without any slightest contempt or neglect.

The old man prefers to reminisce about the past, and there are two girls who are willing to listen to his nagging, so they are naturally very happy, Xu Xu said: "And then, the girl is getting older..."

Because of a chance encounter, Wen Xiru met Yang Liangcai, who is gentle, serious and hardworking.The two fell in love at first sight, you have love and I have love, and they made a private decision for life.

Ever since Yang Liangcai left to rush for the exam, Wen Xiru has been thinking about the oath of the two of them, waiting happily for the other party to come back to marry him.

However, she waited for a long time, waiting for the news that the opponent returned to the top of the high school and was about to marry Miss Liu's family.So a few days before the big wedding, Wen Xiru fell off a cliff in the back mountain and jumped off.

Zhang Kuang clenched his five fingers tightly, his joints were distinct, and there was a little anger in his brows and eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but Xia Zhitao held him back.

When the old man said this, he almost collapsed, Xia Zhitao comforted him for a while, then gradually calmed down, and told the story tremblingly.

"I've lived long enough, I really wanted to go with the girl," Grandma Wen choked up, "but Xi Ru's friend rushed over and stopped me in time."

"That girl played with Xi Ru while urinating. They were very good friends. That day she brought many guards, cleaned up the backyard, and left a lot of money."

"—She said, Xi Ru died because of Yang Liangcai, we can't give up, we want to seek justice for her."

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After coming out of the small courtyard, Xia Zhitao led the leader, and the two went to the cliff where Wen Xiru committed suicide, wanting to learn more about the situation.

On the cliff, the cold wind was blowing, the clouds were dense, and a storm was about to come.

Zhang Kuang raised her hand and tightened her white brocade robe. Looking at the mountains in the distance, she said, "I think...it's a bit strange."

"The old man is in poor health and needs to be taken care of, and Wen Xiru is the only relative," Zhang Kuang said softly, "I don't understand why she wants to take her own life."

Xia Zhitao actually had another guess in mind, but it was just a theory, and there was no evidence to support it.

She took out a small incense burner, put it down on the cliff, lit three incense sticks, and stood up again.

Zhang Kuang stood a little behind her, staring at the incense burner silently, as if facing a formidable enemy, with an extremely solemn expression.

Xia Zhitao turned her head, and said to Zhang Kuang: "I'm going to summon the soul, ask myself, do you want to stay?"

Zhang Kuang bit his thin lower lip, looked at the incense burner with green smoke curling up, and then at Xia Zhitao's concerned expression, as if he had made up his mind, he said firmly, "I won't go."

Xia Zhitao covered the smile on her lips, and comforted her, "Wen Xiru is gentle and kind-hearted, so he won't embarrass us."

Zhang Kuang paused, his voice a little hoarse: "But she's also a ghost...not very human."

Xia Zhitao said calmly, "It's okay, my sister will protect you."

Like magic, Zhang Kuang took out a large pile of condensing crystals, stacked like a hill in the palm of his hand, the number was so large that Xia Zhitao suspected that he could blow up the Yashan mountain dozens of times.

Zhang Kuang said sadly: "Take it, take more, be careful."

Xia Zhi Taoxin said that he is just a weak ghost, there is no need to put nuclear bombs to blow up people, and ghosts are not things in the world, so it is not certain whether they can be hurt by spiritual energy...

After confirming that Zhang Kuang didn't want to leave, Xia Zhitao took a step back, counted Wen Xiru's birth date, and silently recited the soul-calling formula in his heart.

Like a wave, the aura spread into the air bit by bit. The slender cigarette was rising straight up, but gradually lost its stability and collapsed into scattered white mist.

Zhang Kuang waited in full force, his five fingers clasped tightly together.

The woods at the bottom of the cliff were rustling, and Haoran's spiritual power moved with her thoughts, coming and going, repeated several times, feeling that this person was annoying or not, it was really too tangled.

As the technique was gradually completed, it seemed that someone was holding a meticulous brush, drawing and tracing, forming a faint shadow in the white mist.

"Xianjun."

Someone stood in the white mist, his body was almost transparent, the sun slanted and fell on the face of nothingness, like tears: "Xianjun."

Zhang Kuang couldn't care less about being afraid, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said, "...you didn't commit suicide."

The human figure in front of him stood erect, wearing extremely thin white clothes, blood mixed with mud and sand between his fingers, and scars from dragging, hitting, and tearing all over his body.

The almond eyes were embedded in the face bones, and the skin lost its color. When she opened her mouth, blood overflowed from her lips: "No."

The white mist flickered on and off, so fragile that it seemed to disappear immediately, Xia Zhitao seemed to be crushed by a rock, and couldn't breathe: "Miss Wen, we are here to help you."

She whispered: "Who hurt you?"

Wen Xiru's eyes were empty, she shook her head blankly, and her tears became more and more violent: "Xianjun, I don't know."

"Every day, I miss something. It's been a long time, so long that I have forgotten the days. Xianjun, I am in pain, please help me."

Wen Xiru knelt down, trembling uncontrollably, dripping bitterly every word, dizzy with layers of tears:

"I want to go home."

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: Don't cry, don't be afraid, this seat will help you beat people up now.