Blame him for being too cute [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that Zhao Yao was just staring at her without blinking, Xu Xi couldn't help but wondered when he didn't even give the soul-breaking sword a glance. Throwing the bamboo pole he was leaning on, he limped and rushed over to hug him!

Xu Xi was startled, and before he could speak, Zhao Yao lay on his shoulder, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Master, Master..." He cried and said incoherently, "You are too kind to me..."

"Never, never has anyone been so nice to me..."

When his parents said they would sell him, he cried and begged, saying that he was tall and strong and could help with a lot of work, and begged his parents not to send him away.Parents looked at him sadly and said, Yao'er, parents don't want to, but our family really can't afford it, and your younger brothers and sisters are too young, parents can't bear it!

Zhao Yao's heart seemed to be opened wide, and the cold wind was blowing in, he thought, then you will be willing to give up on me?

The young man's last face and stubbornness prevented him from asking this question, and he followed the person who bought him away without saying a word.

Later, he lived a very hard life, even though he worked hard every day, he would still be scolded and beaten. In the eyes of those high-ranking big shots, he was a dog that rolled in the mud and could be trampled on wantonly. No one would care about him In the slightest, no one would ask him if he was hungry without eating for two days, and if he was cold without cotton-padded clothes in winter.

He thought that he was born with such a low life, and he was destined to be unable to turn over in the dust for the rest of his life.

But he never expected that he would meet such a person, who gave him a warm place to return to, and treated him as a real "person", who would maintain his dignity when he was wronged, and who would protect his dignity after he was injured. Helping him with medicine in person, and even changing his indifferent style to actively challenge others, just to win him a reward...

How could he, Zhao Yao, meet such a person?

At this moment, the complex and deep emotions poured out like a torrent, Zhao Yao couldn't help himself, the young man who was a little taller than Xu Xi lay there crying like a five or six year old child.

Xu Xi couldn't help it, he could only raise a hand dumbfoundingly, and gently rubbed the boy's head.After a long time, Zhao Yao finally stopped crying. After his feverish brain calmed down, he realized what a shocking move he had just made. Not only did he hug Shizun rebelliously, but he even cried for Shizun's clean white clothes. Wet a large area, and suddenly my legs softened from fright, and I almost felt like hitting my head to death: "Master, Master! This disciple has overstepped, I beg Master to punish!!"

"Okay," Xu Xi held him with one hand, and said helplessly, "If you continue to toss, the injury will get worse. Go back to the room and I'll show you."

Zhao Yao's trauma was gradually healed after applying ointment, but there were still some bruises in his body, so Xu Xi used his internal force to help them melt away.After the healing was completed, Zhao Yao turned around and saw Xu Xi's face, and was startled: "Master, why is your face so pale?"

Xu Xi said: "Nothing."

He didn't tell Zhao Yao that just now he used the skill of healing to transfer the golden thread Gu in Zhao Yao's body to himself.

In the past two days, Xu Xi secretly consulted several ancient books, and found that in order to unravel the golden silk Gu, first, he had to kill the mother Gu from the person who sent the Gu, and second, he could only transfer the Gu to another person. The third solution.

The system was a little puzzled by Xu Xi's move to transfer the poisonous Gu: "Is it necessary to do this?"

"Intuition," Xu Xi said, "I always feel that it will be of great use at critical moments."

Zhao Yao looked at the master guiltily, and felt that the master had spent too much energy on his own affairs, and was a little tired now, so he hurriedly urged Xu Xi to go to rest.Xu Xi handed the Broken Soul Knife and a book of knife techniques to Zhao Yao, and left.

Zhao Yao couldn't put it down holding the knife and the knife technique, because it was given to him by his master, so he cherished it very much.After tossing and turning excitedly until midnight, Zhao Yao finally felt a little sleepy, but he was woken up by the ticking sound outside the window not long after he fell asleep.

It's raining……

After dazedly crossing this thought, Zhao Yao suddenly sat up from the bed with a jolt.

Oops, moon frost flowers in the yard!

Zhao Yao didn't even have time to put on his coir raincoat, so he hurriedly grabbed a large tarpaulin to cover the rain, and limped out.

Although moon frost flowers are beautiful, they are much more fragile than ordinary flowers. If they are hit by heavy rain all night, they may not survive the next day.

Drenched in the cold night rain, Zhao Yao hastily covered the flowers in the flower garden piece by piece with a tarpaulin, his eyes were so hard to open by the heavy rain that he didn't bother to wipe them.While he was busy with his work, the rain above his head suddenly stopped. Zhao Yao turned around in surprise and found Xu Xi standing behind him with a bamboo bone umbrella, frowning and staring at him.

"Are you stupid?" Xu Xi asked coldly, "The flower is more important than the body?"

Zhao Yao didn't answer for a while.In fact, his thoughts suddenly entered a strange situation at this moment.

It doesn't matter at this moment whether it is rain or flowers, or the wound that starts to ache after being soaked by the rain.In Zhao Yao's eyes, there is only this person in front of him at this moment.

very strange.Zhao Yao has always known that the master is good-looking, the kind of god-like good-looking who does not touch the fireworks, so he seldom dared to look directly at the master before.

But at this moment, the master was standing in front of him, holding an umbrella for him, and he could smell the cold sandalwood from the close distance; the joints of the master's right hand holding the umbrella were clear and beautiful, His fair skin seemed to be shining in the dark night; Xu Shi also came out in a hurry, the master simply put on a loose robe with the collar open, revealing an exceptionally beautiful collarbone.What made him unable to take his eyes off the most was the pair of clear and lingling pupils of the master, reflecting the bright moonlight, like a pool of cool pool water, which unexpectedly flowed into the bottom of his heart, which made him tremble, and then Every cell in my body is burning.

He has never been so bold to stare at his master for a long time, and has never burned every strand of master's hair deeply into his eyes like now, he knows that he should immediately lower his head to cover up his rudeness , but he seemed to be in a daze, and suddenly he couldn't control himself at all.

Xu Xi really noticed the strangeness of the young man: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go back to the house?"

The young man in front of him slowly lowered his eyes as if struggling, and followed Xu Xi into the house silently.After being drenched in the rain, the bandages wrapped around his body were completely soaked, and the medicine inside also lost its effect.Xu Xi said angrily, "Take off your clothes, and I'll give you the medicine again."

Zhao Yao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Master, I'll do it myself."

"You can't reach the wound on your back." Xu Xi urged, "Hurry up, or it will be even more troublesome if the wound is infected by rain."

Zhao Yao was silent for a moment, then removed his clothes and bandages stiffly.When Xu Xi reapplied the ointment for him, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists, wondering if the wound hurt again, as if he was holding back something.

After prescribing the medicine, Xu Xi told him not to get wet again, so he couldn't help being tired and went back to his room to sleep.Zhao Yao sat alone on the couch silently for a long time, and suddenly slapped himself with his hands.

"You are crazy."

He was horrified by the delusion that he had at a certain moment, and at the same time, he deeply realized his contempt and ridiculousness, and he had never hated himself like this before.

"If you dare to have the slightest thought of treason," he said to himself silently in his heart, "you can kill yourself with the knife that Master gave you."

Zhao Yao lay down slowly, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and buried his face deeply in the pillow in shame, sadness and pain.

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A study room in Zangshu Pavilion was destroyed by Zhao Yao, and hundreds of ancient books were also destroyed without any reason. Some pages were scattered, some were damaged, and they could no longer be read normally.Although Zhao Yao is the victim, he also has unshirkable responsibilities. Therefore, after discussion in the Discipline Hall, Zhao Yao, Chu Hongyuan, Tong Hui and other disciples who participated in this incident were punished to "do hard work" in the Library Pavilion, and they personally returned the damaged ancient books. Copy it again.

After this battle, Chu Hongyuan and his gang hated Zhao Yao even more, but they had a long memory and didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so they just pretended to be invisible to him, and got together to stay away from him while copying books. Far.Zhao Yao was quite happy, and found a corner by himself, picked up a volume of fragments and prepared to copy.

But after laying out the paper and dipping in the ink, his first strokes were delayed.

—He can't write at all.

Zhao Yao had never seen a pen, ink, paper and inkstone when he was a child, and even this was his first time holding a pen, so he didn't know how to hold this slender pen correctly, and felt awkward no matter how he adjusted it.

"Pfft-"

There was a mocking laugh behind him.

Chu Hongyuan and the others did not speak loudly, but deliberately let him hear every word clearly:

"Look at the posture of someone holding a pen. It's ridiculous. Is he holding chopsticks?"

"What's the fuss? The background is there, and I don't know a few words, let alone write!"

"Do you think he can't even write his own name?"

"My God, that's almost unheard of, but it's possible. My God, I'm ashamed to say I'm in the company of such a man."

"..."

Young people have endured hardships and suffered crimes, but they can't bear the humiliation.

But Zhao Yao had to endure it.

Because what they say is the truth.

He sat in the corner, even though his back was facing the group of people, he still felt his face was hot.He picked up the pen stubbornly, as if wanting to prove something, he used that ridiculous and weird posture to compare the words in the ancient book that he could not understand, and copied stroke by stroke with difficulty.

That piece of paper was enough to copy a page of the book, but he filled the entire space with just one word.The only one character is crooked, whether it is horizontal or horizontal, even a child who has just learned calligraphy can write more decently than this.When those people saw Zhao Yao's masterpiece, their laughter suddenly became more unscrupulous.Zhao Yao stood up suddenly, grabbed the pen and paper and ancient books, and left without saying a word with his head down.

The author has something to say: Zhao Yao: Master, they laughed at me for not being able to write qaq

Xu Xi: How unreasonable!come here, i will teach you

Zhao Yao: The kind of qaq that requires Master to hug me from behind and teach me by hand

Xu Xi: ...I think you still owe money