The dirtiest male protagonist in history [Quick Transmigration]

Dark clouds gather quietly in the night, and when the dawn breaks, a lingering shadow has been piled up, covering the sky above the cottage.

Heavy rain came, lightning and thunder.

In the prison, Qingming and the young man in red woke up almost at the same time, and looked up at the top of the prison.A series of thunderbolts exploded on the top of the mountain, making people's scalps numb and their ears buzzing. Most of the people in the prison were woken up by the blast, trembling and complaining about the sudden drop in temperature, and a dark wind blowing from nowhere.

Yin Yangyu's skin is as delicate as the Princess and the Pea, Shi Xuan rolled around all night, and was tortured by the rough straw under the cushion, causing red marks to appear on her entire back, and her mood was irritable.He opened his sleepy eyes, took the servant to wipe his face with a towel moistened with night dew, and then reclined against the wall, focusing on the monk in green sitting cross-legged next to him, while washing his eyes.

Qingming's lips moved as if he was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, his side face was perfect and dignified, his outline was handsome, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was red and burning.

Seeing that the green-clothed monk ignored his gaze, Shi Xuan took the initiative to pull the corner of his clothes.Only then did Qingming open his eyes to look at him, asking what he meant.Shi Xuan smiled slightly, and Yin Yin instructed:

"The thunder outside seems to be a big deal. Your Excellency must always be vigilant and protect me. Do you understand?"

The end is selfish, others are speechless.

Qingming was stunned for a moment, it's not that she hasn't been entangled by unruly and willful noble girls before, but it's still eye-opening to be able to show her unreasonableness so openly and aboveboard every time.The young man's voice was clear and smiling, his pupils were fixed with an irresistible certainty, his black pupils formed a painting of his own like dots of ink, hidden in the wind and bones, and piercing, like a mirror, reflecting the clear and clear eyebrows and eyes, ghostly, clear and bright nodded.

Rolling thunder and deafening!The walls of the prison shook slightly.

In a panic, the young man in red saw the young man courting the monk in green, with a cold look on the corner of his mouth, he smiled again and put his hand into the skirt of the maidservant, rubbing his ears and temples in a very affectionate way, letting the servants in black and white wear him in a leisurely manner. His veins were throbbing, he wished he could jump over and chop off those unruly salty pig hands with his own hands.

boom!

boom!Long——

A thunderbolt pierced through the roof of the prison and landed at Shixuan's feet. The roar was so loud that people almost lost their ears. He staggered two steps, and his servants exclaimed that his feet had collapsed. Before he fell, he still remembered to hold a cushion.

for a long time.

Shixuan's tinnitus just stopped, he woke up from the darkness, his body moved slightly, he heard a forbearable panting, and looked intently, it was vaguely that someone was under him, and he reached out his hand to wipe the sticky pothole, and the flesh was bleeding. , a lot of ribs were broken, and the gravel hit by the thunder pierced into the bone seam, and he was breathing hard on his back.

Shi Xuan withdrew his hand that touched the thick bones, got off the back of the pad, and recognized Qingming.This old friend's skin is the head of the four pavilions in the Buddhist kingdom, with high mana power, protected by the golden body of the Buddhist family, how can it be so unhelpful?A ray of thunder emitted more air than breathed in, his face was pale, and his flesh and blood could not heal by itself. Could it be that there is something wrong with the black bad luck haunting the cottage?

There is no hole in the head, and the two of them rolled all the way to get here.

He bowed his head to see the half-dead monk in green. After thinking about it, Shi Xuan was a ruthless person after all, he mercilessly inserted his nails into the wound to dig out the gravel.

Qingming's breathing was sudden and abrupt, and Shi Xuan was not affected. The palm was pressed against Qingming's chest to pass the air into the body. A trace of soul power turned into white light and floated from the palm into the body of the monk in Tsing Yi. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.As soon as Shi Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were scalding uncontrollably, and the force surged out uncontrollably, and he hurriedly forcibly stopped his hands, causing both of them to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Xuan wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth.Qingming woke up leisurely, and the first words uttered from her bloodless lips were, "I'm afraid there is something weird here."

Shi Xuan pursed his lips, it seems that this person was not completely unconscious when he was in a coma.In an instant, he raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Baldhead, you obviously asked you to protect me, why did you let me spend all my energy to save you?"

Falling from a pavilion to being bald, it can be seen that the young man is in a bad mood.

Qingming supported his body to sit up, his thin body showed a bit of frailty, cold sweat dripped from his pale and handsome face, and he calmed down and said, "The grace of saving life, the poor monk will remember it in his heart!"

The teacher Xuan refused to obey, with a pure smile, "You are so cunning, bald, I saved your life, but you won't even give me a promise?"

Qingming stared at the young man, his eyes were indifferent and solemn, as if he felt so far away, and his tone was calm and calm, "What promise does the benefactor want?"

Shi Xuan pretended to be frightened, patted his chest and said: "You are really unreasonable, you didn't do what you promised to protect me, but now it depends on your face to save you!"

The young man's eyes are clear and black, like stars dotted the night, with the pure color of an ignorant child, when he bends his eyes into two bright moons, blinking his eyelashes, his expression is very fearless, vividly showing the subtlety of being beaten up .Qingming's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't mention the innocent disaster of the young man pulling him on his back and hurting him.

The teacher announced that the time had come, and his eyes rolled, "Forget it, I didn't think you could repay any good things with your poor appearance, so let you forget it."

Then, yawning, he lay directly on Qingming's only unhealed heart, closed his eyes without doubt, and said, "I couldn't sleep all night last night, and the thunder was rolling this morning. I just took care of you to heal your wounds. Now I'm gone." I'm very tired, let me have another good sleep, if you have a conscience, don't disturb my sleep at will, do you understand?"

This precise position, domineering words, Qingming staring at Gulu's rolling eyeballs under the young man's eyelids, closing his eyes and enduring the pain... is really a vengeance.

Qingming looked around, concentrating on it in the dark.

Although Jinglei hit and smashed through the secret passage by mistake, it was just in line with Qingming's intention, and the black air around him flowed deep, which shows that the source of the haze of the dragon's shoal is hidden here.

When the boy woke up, Qingming went to investigate, followed by Shi Xuan.

As they walked, the torches beside the road seemed to sense the sound of footsteps and lit one after another, which was an exquisite formation.

There are murals painted on both sides of the tunnel. The paint color is still as gorgeous as before after time has eroded, and the wall skin is mottled and fallen off. The painting method is simple and simple, and a story is outlined with a few pens and inks.It probably happened in the early ancient times. It tells the story of Renhuang and Xiangji who once swore an alliance, but Renhuang betrayed his heart for the great cause, and Xiangji retaliated with tears.This village is located in the place where Xiang Ji shed tears. Back then, Xiang Ji washed her face with tears every day, and flowers fell from her tears, and the mountains and valleys were full, becoming the Valley of Lovers.And there is a method in the valley, which was created by Xiangji lamenting that time is fleeting and love is hard to continue. It is necessary to verify whether there is true love in the world.If you enter the battle, you can go back in time and return to the original appearance. If you want to break the battle, only "true love" will touch the flower of Xiangnu's tears to bloom, otherwise you will be trapped in the battle forever.

Countless self-confessed and affectionate idiots and resentful women have gone through all kinds of tribulations in order to prove their true love, and finally found the entrance to the formation. Unfortunately, it is easy to enter the formation and get out of the formation. Since the formation method exists, no one can enter and exit safely. Over time, the Valley of Lovers becomes the Valley of Sacrifice for Love. Accumulated, silent whines linger in the air.

……

The two of them, Shi Xuan, had just broken through a trap, and were once again in danger.

Shi Xuan pretended to be weak, hugged Qingming's waist tightly, and hung in the air. The dense silver blades under his feet were shining with silver light, making his scalp numb. The trap will implicate me!"

Qingming's magic power was suppressed by the black air, he protected the boy with one hand, and tightly grasped the protrusion of the stone wall with the other hand, his face was pale, veins stretched out on the back of his hand, and his green shirt was drenched.

The young man slipped his hand and hugged it quickly, as if he was afraid to break Qingming's waist with such strength.

Qingming frowned and didn't want to say more, but he endured and gathered strength, but the young man refused to let go, "I said, bald, can you hurry up, young master, my hands are numb, why haven't you taken me up there yet? Is it possible that cultivating Buddhism is not only Cultivate the seven emotions and six desires, and even cultivate the true qualities of a man?"

Qingming bowed her head helplessly.Someone who has repeatedly triggered the mechanism, shouldered the burden, and only opened his mouth without any effort raised his eyes to meet him. His dark eyes were clear and full of conscience.

Qingming sighed silently, "Be patient."

Shi Xuan shut up, and accepted it when he knew it was good.

When he finally climbed out of the Ten Thousand Blades Gap, Shi Xuan purposely lay down on Qingming's body and gasped for breath. Outsiders couldn't tell who contributed more.

Lie on your back in Qingming, relax your muscles and bones and regulate your breathing.Along the way, there are many traps, even if he has an old injury, his heart is strong and his body is strong, he can't stand it, not to mention that he has a troublemaker that always adds trouble?

Shi Xuanhuai embraced "Adversity grinds love", and first tried to deepen his impression, but regardless of the pain in his heart, he ate tofu with his chest on the Tsing Yi monk's chest.He has come into contact with a lot of beauties, and there are too many who are better than clear in appearance, temperament and temperament. However, this pure heart and ascetic energy makes him happy to see. It seems to be merciful, but in reality it is affectionate and ruthless. It does not stir up dust from the inside out, like Men and women love insulators.

Thinking about approaching the zero point of this person, Shi Xuan climbed up from the other person, but the evil person complained first, "Tsk, you are really useless, it takes a lot of time to recover your physical strength."

Qingming got up, without any unnecessary arguments, turned around and looked around, all the way to the end of the tunnel, there was a huge door with words: The emperor has love, and the daughter of Xiang has no tears.It's about reminiscing about the past.Black air so dense that it could be seen with the naked eye gushed out from the crack of the door, and when the door was opened, it was the array that had harmed countless people.

Shi Xuan crossed Qingming and rushed straight to the door, thinking about the possibility of destroying the formation from the outside. When Qingming saw that he was about to push the door, he said, "There is a formation behind the door."

The boy looked back, smiled indifferently, "I know."

Qingming was slightly stunned, "Then why did you..." You repeatedly touched the mechanism, which is much more conspicuous than this formation.

The young man frowned and smiled slyly, "It was intentional."

Qingming's expression was slightly condensed, "...what does the benefactor mean?"

Shi Xuan smiled and admired Qingming's expression.From his suddenly tightened handsome lines, to his light-colored thin lips pursed into a straight line, from his cold and solemn eyebrows to his straight nose, his eyes fell on the scorching red mole between his eyebrows.Shi Xuan smiled lightly, as gorgeous as a hundred flowers just blooming, the pure and warm smile reflected in Qingming's eyes.

Qingming heard the boy casually say in an unreliable soft voice, "Can't you guess?"

The sound of flowers blooming fell from the ears to the bottom of my heart.

The boy said, "...I'm sure I've taken a fancy to you."

... I'm sure I've taken a fancy to you.

An understatement.

Qingming's pupils shrank suddenly, she took a step back subconsciously, her expression was blank, like grass and trees, her voice was deep and cold, like Qinglian who had escaped from the mud, proudly said, "You are young, don't talk nonsense."

The young man looked back, and the determination in the corners of his eyes and brows was revealed again, "Why don't I accompany you to solve this battle, and you play a game with me."

Qingming didn't speak.

The young man pushed open the stone door steadily, and the phantom array sensed that the prey had entered the net. Blazing white light burst out from the crack of the door with a look of resentment. Half of the young man's face looked back under the cover of the black and white light, his face was somewhat blurred, and Pian Pian's smile is extremely profound, and her beauty cannot be concealed, "This time, people are troubled by love. If you turn around and leave, I will never pester you again. But if you dare to take a step forward, I will use all kinds of pestering in this life to disturb your pure cultivation for the rest of your life. Do you dare to answer?"

Translated from this, if you enter the battle, you must be emotional before you can leave. Once you are emotional, the young man will never let go.

The two of them opened the formation, and the boy entered the door and disappeared from the floating light. The giant door was slightly opened but still not closed, waiting for another tester.

Qingming was silent for a long time, his eyes moved slightly.

To break, or not to break?This formation is kept, and the people in the formation complain that it is difficult for men and women to ascend to heaven, and they don't know how many people will be killed. The Buddha has a saying, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell.

Qingming finally took a step towards the door.

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There was a thick layer of white snow that did not reach the ankles. Shi Xuan had one foot deep and the other shallow. The fluffy and soft snow seemed to be filled with a thousand gold muddy water. Every extra step would swallow most of his soul power.

After walking [-] meters, Shi Xuan gradually changed. He looked down and saw that his figure was becoming more and more slender. He touched his face. Looking back in time, he has restored his original appearance, surpassing male and female, with a beautiful face.

After walking for a while, there was no one inhabited, and Qingming was not seen.

Shi Xuan lay down in the snow tiredly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyelids were wet and cold, and what he saw was a tall and strong young man holding a wet handkerchief, his face was blushing, "I, I just wipe your face."

Shi Xuan comforted him with a smile, and when he heard that he was rescued by Orion's family, he thanked him and asked, "Where is this place?"

"We are in the Tianshan Mountains, on the north side of the capital. Because of the remoteness and high cold, few people pass by. I didn't expect to encounter two lost people in a row today."

"Two?" Shi Xuan's eyes flickered, flashing the young man's eyes, "...What about him?"

The young man stuttered for some reason, "...He, he just woke up and is eating in the living room. I guess you should be hungry too, why don't you go eat something——"

Shi Xuan nodded, tidied up the newly changed sackcloth, and followed to the main room.

Go back in time.

When Shi Xuan stepped into the main room, he saw a boy in his early six years old with bruises on his face, thin and thin, a little over one meter in height and a little short. .At this moment, the boy was sitting upright at the dining table, the bodhi beads were wrapped around his neck twice so that they did not reach his insteps, and he was sitting on the stool with his feet out of reach, hanging in mid-air in embarrassment, but the child was still stubborn, licking his lips Serious mouth, matched with a chubby face, is really ridiculous.

The boy is being persuaded to eat, as if he is facing an enemy.

Of course, his expression was still cold, but he was staring intently at the pile of meat in the bowl, as if he was afraid that he would be forced to swallow a few mouthfuls if he didn't pay attention. He pursed his mouth and chanted in a low voice. Karma Sutra".

The boy’s voice has the cuteness unique to a child, but the tone is flat, and the eulogy is neither urgent nor slow, like a pool of stagnant water. He began to say, "If you want to know the cause of the past life, the recipient is in this life. If you want to know the result of the future life, the author is the author in this life." Listen There is still a bit of leisurely Zen flavor, but the content behind it is...

"...The reason for the short life in this life is the slaughter of all lives in the previous life. The reason for the poisoned dead is the poisonous fishman who blocked the river in the previous life."

The woman who had just chewed the fish was caught by the fishbone, and she was so anxious that she poured water again and again.

"...Why did the parents die early? Most of them were bird hunters in the previous life."

The hunter who just took a bite of the bird's wing froze and knocked over the whole plate of roasted bird.

"...Why is the reason for the madness in this life? In the previous life, the monk was forced to drink and eat." Xuan came in, enthusiastically persuading the boy not to sit and eat more.

Tell me, can it infiltrate people?

The Orion's family usually lives frugally, and it is hard for them to feast on big fish and meat. The family of three had good intentions, but they don't understand the difficulties of "children of the Buddha family".

Fortunately, the trumpet monk noticed the unusual gaze, stopped his scriptures, looked up, and was rarely stunned - he saw a man with a weathered appearance, his facial features were very strange, but his smile made him a little The eyes are familiar, the corners of the man's slightly raised eyes are full of familiar cunning, the little monk's heart shrinks slightly, "Yes—"

"Bald?!"

The corner of Shi Xuan's mouth curled up, as if he was playing tricks, he rushed to hug Xiao Qingming into his arms in three steps and two steps, and said in a voice, "Brother, it was so hard to find you for my brother!"

The tone was sad and mournful, crying pear blossoms with rain, the scene of the reunion of close relatives moved the simple Orion family to tears, and instantly forgot the boy's previous actions, but Xiao Qingming, who was hugged tightly, was stiff all over, with a childish expression. Ling's slender arms pushed back, and his calmness that was not moved by foreign objects in the past cracked a crack.

Shi Xuan lowered his head to meet his eyes, and heard Xiao Qing's hesitant voice, "...is it really you?"