When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

In the following days, Mu Bai really lived a carefree life like a seven-year-old child.The alarm hanging above the head day and night is lifted. Apart from practicing literature and martial arts every day, I just eat, drink, sleep and play with the boss. It can't be more comfortable.

Get up at dawn every morning.I really admire Nangong Qingyan for this, every time Mu Bai opened his eyes, no matter whether it was early or late, he was already "floating" outside the window unshakably, and he also took various postures.Mu Bai stayed in the Martial Arts Hall for a while, so he naturally knew how long it would take those little beanlings walking on the bamboo pole to raise the bamboo pole step by step. Every small improvement is the result of falling down countless times, I really don’t know How much effort did Nangong put in at the beginning.

Faced with Mu Bai's amazement, Nangong Qingyan looked like "it's nothing at all" and "it's just a trick".

Probably because he understood Mu Bai's depressed expression of "too much modesty is pride", Nangong once took him to the back mountain of Siwang Peak for a long time, and came to a mirror-like smooth side, which was formed naturally or artificially. In front of the created cliff.Pointing to the towering cliff, he said: "Did you see that? It's called Lingyunbi. If you can go up Lingyunbi, you will be worthy of being a member of Nangong's family. I'm still far behind. I'm not skilled enough in walking, let alone retracting Freedom, internal strength is not enough stamina to continue, so I can only practice harder every day."

The cliff is blue and white as a whole, and some parts are translucent. It is crystal clear and moving in the sun, and it has a jade-like texture.What is even more shocking is its posture, which rises abruptly from the ground and plunges straight into the sky, even if you carefully judge it, it cannot reach the top.Although clouds and mists are very common on Zuowang Peak, most things can be distinguished as an outline, and it is extremely rare to see such things that do not see the top at all. Naturally, the height of Lingyunbi can be imagined.

Mu Bai raised his face and looked at it for a long time, then carefully walked up to touch it, the tentacles were incredibly smooth.When looking at this unattainable mountain wall again, I added a bit of awe.

The legendary flying eaves and walls, but the friction between the eaves and the walls has increased. As a result, the Nangong family was even more ruthless, and directly asked to go up this cliff that was so bare that there was nowhere to go. It was not at the same level at all!

Probably because he thought Mu Bai's inconceivable expression was too amusing, Nangong Qingyan dragged him back again, only to see a white light at the junction of Lingyun Wall and another cliff, and a long waterfall flying down , It is suspected that the Milky Way is falling.It stands to reason that the amount of water in winter should be less, but the water of this waterfall is still extremely abundant. From a distance, there is a misty mist on the face, which is chilly and chilly. It is completely conceivable that there is plenty of rain in summer. What a magnificent scene.

However, what Nangong wants to talk about is not the beautiful scenery, but another thing: "It is said that the most powerful ancestors of our family can swim upstream from the bottom of the waterfall in midsummer, and walk slowly to the waterfall like a leisurely stroll. top."

It is probably because of the glorious achievements of these ancestors that he always feels that he is still insufficient. Even though he is already a lot taller than the children of the same age, he still does not relax at all.

Mu Bai turned his head to look at Nangong Qingyan, the child was looking at the direction of the waterfall in ecstasy, there was an almost solemn expression on his white and jade-like face, and suddenly there was such a shock in his heart.To be honest, this was about the first time he felt the power of the family.

Why do people in the world place so much emphasis on scholarly family status?Loyalty passed on for a long time, and poetry and books will help the world.After being passed down from generation to generation, there is naturally a kind of background that is difficult for ordinary people, so that all future generations are subconsciously immersed in it. As long as it is not a person who cannot be supported by nature, it will generally not go too far.

The same is true of the martial arts family.A real aristocratic family does not only focus on passing on the secrets to the next generation desperately, but more importantly, every plant, every tree, every mountain and every river in this family is infiltrated with the stories of the ancestors. A steady stream of power for posterity.

With Nangong Qingyan growing up like this, it's no wonder that when An Chenxuan met him for the first time, just watching him slowly walk down the long steps of Zuowang Peak, he suddenly felt a kind of cloud and mud. Farewell, thus aroused unwillingness and determination to surpass.

That kind of momentum, that kind of demeanor, is indeed completely out of reach for An Chenxuan who has just escaped from his quagmire-like small family and is struggling to survive.And that indifferent look and haughty posture deeply hurt his eyes.Since then, the two have become rivals in fate.

Originally, when Mu Bai was writing novels, he always exaggerated how hard An Chenxuan worked so hard that he reached the highest point step by step.Now that I have been walking with Nangong all the way, I realize that in fact, everyone has never failed to live up to only one life.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that this place breaks away from his thin text description and becomes a complete world by itself.And everyone's every effort can slowly change its original appearance and make everything different.

To be honest, now Mu Bai feels that the novel he originally wrote is like a small prophecy book, indicating one of the possibilities of this world.And this possibility is constantly changing with the changes of the right time, place and people.

Of course, these are occasional blips.Now Mu Bai is led by Nangong Qingyan to start morning exercises together. Recently, he finally stopped the endless stance, and began to enter the stage of walking ahead of time. He lowered his posture, slowed down his pace, and circled around the courtyard. Sitting forward and backward in a circle, basically still in the routine he was familiar with in his previous life.

Under Kang Rong's "abuse/treatment" day after day, Mu Bai can be said to have made rapid progress among his little friends.However, within a month or so, he could already feel the movement of qi and blood in his body.When the condition is good, you can guide them to the extremities little by little. At this time, the fingers and feet will obviously feel swollen, numb, and hot all over.Of course, when the state is not good, Kang Rong will always "help" him with a smile until he finds the state.

After breakfast, when a round of red sun breaks through the unpredictable sea of ​​clouds and sprinkles golden light, the two of them went to school together.Given that Mu Bai's body is much stronger than when he came here, Uncle Zhong no longer sends him to school, and will pick him up after school to prevent him from breaking his leg when he climbs the mountain.So every morning, Nangong practiced light kung fu along the rocks along the path, while Mu Bai ran down the steps.Anyway, Xiao Nangong is quite reliable, in case Mu Bai stumbles and rolls down, he can be responsible for catching it in time.

Needless to say, I run every morning, and my complexion is ruddy and my complexion is good.

The current Mu Bai, his face has been raised by Li Ma, and his complexion has improved a lot. He has completely lost the yellow and thin face when he first came here. With a pair of flexible big eyes and a slightly upturned mouth, It also looks cute.

Although Mu Bai himself likes a tougher face, isn't this still young, a bun face is normal, I believe everything will be fine when he grows up!

Glancing at Nangong Qingyan, well, compared to this one, he will definitely grow into a great beauty in the future, and he still has infinite possibilities, anyway, he will definitely be more manly than this one!

After a long time, Mu Bai grew into a delicate and delicate face, neither more beautiful than Nangong, nor more masculine than him, just like an ugly duckling following the white swan.

Although because of his popularity, everyone felt that Nangong was lucky to find such a partner.but!Unexpectedly, no one would mistake their upper and lower ranks!

Mu Bai angrily complained to Xu Rui: "Even though Nangong doesn't seem to be below, I'm sorry for his horribly beautiful face! Why do everyone say I'm the one below?"

Xu Rui said sympathetically, "Brother, this kind of thing depends on the value of force, but also on momentum."

Nangong Qingyan, a heaven-defying guy, when he was in his teens, suddenly one day his aura was so strong that a group of little bean dings saw him like a mouse seeing a cat. They couldn't wait to tremble. .Until a long time later, everyone unconsciously regarded him as the boss. How could Xiao Bai, who is as soft as a bun, be his opponent? !

Nangong who just came back from the outside said with a smile: "Honey, I don't even know, so you still have this idea? Why don't we discuss it tonight?"——Having stayed with Mu Bai for a long time, this person's language library It's also getting more modern.

Mu Bai turned back in horror: (⊙o⊙)...

Why is this person's Qinggong so good?I can be regarded as a generation of masters, but I still can't catch his elusive whereabouts at all.

Seeing his brother's dejected look, Xu Rui lighted a candle in his heart, patted his shoulder sympathetically, and received a sharp slash from Nangong Qingyan.

Mr. Guo probably knew what the two of them did during the few days they skipped class, but he still severely punished them for copying the text. The fart kid dared to run around, and it was lucky to come back alive.Mr. Guo probably didn't believe in the theory of the safe talisman, and only when the two little ones had some top-secret information did they attract people to chase them all the way.

The two couldn't explain anything, so they had to copy the book bitterly.Nangong is fine, but Mu Bai is used to hard pens, and when he picks up a brush to write, it is slow and ugly, it is limp and black, and his hands and face are stained with ink.

Seeing his frantic expression, Nangong Qingyan felt sympathetic and funny, but there was still nothing he could do.Because, well, he really can't imitate Mu Bai's font.Even if I try my best to write scribbles, it is clear at a glance that the skill of holding a pen for many years is there.

Xu Rui was very sympathetic to his little friend. He seemed to get along well with Mr. Guo recently, and he stopped messing around in class, but it was inevitable that he didn't listen to the class and messed with gadgets. Mr. Guo took away a bunch of gadgets.

What's rare is that Xu Rui wasn't in a hurry. You must know that Mu Baishun took his bullets away, and he felt very distressed. It wasn't until Mu Bai vividly described the huge effect of his bullets that he became complacent and threatened This is just a trivial matter, and it can be upgraded.

However, Mr. Guo also sincerely defended the two young ones.Once during a lecture, a disciple of Elder Gong hurried over and said that the headmaster had something to ask Nangong Qingyan, and now everyone was waiting in Juyi hall.Mr. Guo saw that his expression was unnatural, so he stopped the class and sent him to Nangong.

Later, seeing that the disciple couldn't find a chance to be alone, he finally turned his face halfway.He was brought by Elder Gong from outside, and he had never studied under Mr. Guo, so he obviously underestimated Mr. Guo's ability, thinking that he was just a bad old man with half of his body buried in the ground, or a scholar with no power to restrain himself. In the end, it fell cleanly into the hands of this bad old man.

It was only later found out that this disciple had a good relationship with Master Huang Duo, and the two of them had done a lot of secret things behind their backs, including robbing water bandits, fish and meat villages, etc., there is a long list.

At this time, the Qing'an faction was undercurrents surging, and every step of the way was frightening.

Huang Guishan pulled up carrots and mud, and three of the twelve helmsmen were involved. The severity of the incidents varies, and they are inextricably linked to the headquarters.

After Elder Gong’s disciple had an accident, Elder Gong died on his bed the next day. He seemed to have committed suicide. He also left a letter of repentance, expressing that he was incompetent in teaching and was ashamed of the Qing’an sect. It seems that there are many doubts.

Later, someone said that when Nangong Qingyan proposed to chase after Nangong Zhe, Elder Yang's people were also there, and their whereabouts became suspicious afterwards.For a while, there was an uproar again.

The end of the year is approaching, but there is an atmosphere of uneasiness in the Qing'an faction.

Although Xiao Nangong and Mu Bai didn't know much about the twists and turns, they could still feel the tension.Even among the children who were originally very harmonious, they also split up. Some people were in a daze all day long, some looked at Nangong Qingyan with hatred eyes, and some got closer to Nangong intentionally or unintentionally.

Some things, they can only sigh helplessly.

But in general, Nangong and Mu Bai still have no troubles.Nangong Zhe was on top of the big thing, and when it fell on them, it became a little drizzle.Every day I still feel depressed about Mr. Guo's nagging, I still worry about Kang Rong's heavy tasks every day, and I am so happy when I leave school every day.It's just that Mu Bai was a little more vigilant and tried not to go to too remote places with Nangong.

After returning home, after the two had dinner, Nangong would play with Mu Bai for a while, and then continue to read books, practice calligraphy, and practice kung fu.Then, like a small alarm clock, it pulled Mu Bai to bed at a fixed time.

Well, there is one more bedtime program recently: storytelling.

Xiao Nangong looked at Mu Bai from the side, without blinking his eyes, his little eyes were bright, and he signaled: Let's start.