Incompatible with the male protagonist Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

After Li Canran walked a few steps, he said, "I'll go back to Qin's house, but you go to Guixi Pavilion."

Xiaotong comprehended and said, "To find out the news?"

"Ah."

Li Canran returned to Qin's house alone, and when he approached the courtyard kitchen, there was the sound of chopping vegetables on the chopping board, and two or three cooks were chatting with each other.

"Fish, it's fish again, I eat fish every day, I can't stand the smell."

"Who isn't? The body smells like fish, which can't be washed off."

"There are guests here today, please keep your voice down."

The volume of the conversation was lowered again.

Li Canran passed the kitchen, and when he came to a corner, he saw the child who brought him tea at noon, sitting on the veranda, quietly looking at a blooming flower tree.

"What are you looking at?" he asked suddenly.

Frightened, the child raised his head, and reacted and said, "There are a lot of bugs on the flowers and leaves."

"Really." Li Canran walked over, glanced casually at Haitang, and then sat on the veranda next to him, "Is the injury on your hand alright?"

The child looked down at his left hand, and the blood under the gauze seeped again.

It has been the third day, and the wound cut by the blade still shows no signs of improvement.

Li Canran asked: "Have you seen the doctor, did you prescribe any medicine?"

"No." The child shook his head, "My mother said that this injury will heal on its own."

"Bring me your hand." Li Canran said.

He dug out the Hunyuan ointment and a new roll of bandages from the storage bag.

The child looked up at him, then stretched out his left hand obediently.

Li Canran applied the ointment on him and bandaged him again, and when he was about to get up, he gave him the Hunyuan ointment again.

The child asked, "Are you a monk?"

"correct."

"A member of the Taiyue Sect?"

Li Canran smiled and did not speak.

The child was sensible and stopped asking questions, and when he was about to thank him, his stomach gurgled.

"Didn't eat?"

Only then did Li Canran realize that his complexion was pale, and the blood on his lips was also very pale, as if he had been hungry for several days.

"I haven't eaten for three days." The child whispered.

"why you do not want to eat?"

"My mother said that you can't eat when you are practicing. This is called... the bigu period."

Li Canran frowned, not knowing how to explain to him, so he took out another copy of "A General Theory of Cultivation" from the storage bag.

"Who said you don't need to eat to cultivate the truth, how can you cultivate if you don't have the strength? The bigu period is too far away from you, so don't think about it. If you really plan to become a monk, you need to start with qi refining, just read this book."

The child took the booklet and was ashamed to say that he could not read.He was dressed in coarse cloth, but his eyebrows were delicate, and two small dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, "Thank you."

Li Canran was a little embarrassed by his thanks, and took out the copper coins that he had just exchanged from the business, and threw a bunch of them to him, "Go and buy something to eat."

After the child got the money, he ran out of the yard immediately without thinking too much, as if he was very hungry.

Diagonally across the veranda, the sick young master of the Qin family saw this scene, sighed, turned and returned to the room.

He lit the kerosene lamp, sat in front of the desk, picked up the brush, and continued to write an unfinished letter.

At the end of the letter, he thought for a while and added a few words, briefly explaining what happened in Cangzhou City in the past two days, then folded the letter into a ball, and stuffed it into a small box at the feet of a carrier pigeon.

The carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and flew into the air, disappearing after a while.

Li Canran stood at the end of the veranda, was about to open the door, when he suddenly raised his head in response.

carrier pigeon?

Is anyone in the Qin family passing on news?

He immediately called out in his heart: [Xiao Tong, there is a carrier pigeon in the Qin family flying out to the southeast, catch it]

Xiao Tong was on the top of Guixi Pavilion, and immediately flew out after hearing his words, and saw a carrier pigeon flying over his head from a distance.

What a big pigeon.

Xiaotong glanced at his petite figure again, "..." This is embarrassing himself.

[Hurry up] Li Canran urged unceremoniously.

Xiaotong had no choice but to rush forward and hugged the pigeon's feet with a snap.

Carrier pigeons flying well: ? ? ?

What is pulling it?

Don't suffer the old man.

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings desperately, trying hard to break free from the pull of its feet.

Xiao Tong was in a state of energy, and dragged the carrier pigeon to the roof of a building with all his might, and took out the letter from its feet.

[Read] Li Canran said.

[Is it bad to peek at other people's letters? 】Xiao Tong opened the seal, a little tangled.

[Less wordy, let you read it as you like]

"Ok."

Xiaotong read all the contents of the letter while pressing on the carrier pigeon.

According to the address and signature, this letter was written by the young master of the Qin family to a friend of Gulingmen, and mentioned a secret about eight years ago.

That year, an elder from Gulingmen was chased and killed by the enemy when he passed Cangzhou City. He hid the child in his arms in the ruined temple, and led the enemy away by himself, but never showed up again.

Someone went to look for the child in the ruined temple, but found no trace. A few days later, a strange child begging suddenly appeared on the streets of Cangzhou City.

The Qin family secretly took the child back, thinking that he was the one lost by Gu Lingmen, so in order not to make it public, they asked a cook at home to take care of him and secretly subsidized the money.

After a long time, Gu Lingmen didn't send anyone to look for it, everyone forgot about it, and the child grew up slowly.

The young master of the Qin family planned to send the child back.

Li Canran didn't hear what he wanted to hear, so he was a little dissatisfied and said: [And then, gone? 】

Xiao Tong: [No more]

【Forget it, put it back】

Facing the contemptuous gaze of the pigeon, Xiao Tong folded the letter as it was, stuffed it back into the small box, imitated his host's posture, waved his hand lazily and said: "You go, it's none of your business."

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew back into the air again.

In a tiled house with a lotus roof in Cangzhou City, Dong Yu was sitting in a seat watching a play.

On the stage in front of him was singing a good show about changing the civet cat for the prince, and listened to the sound of strings.

The opera came to an end, and the woman with pink face and red lips sang the last two lines, "People are happy and peaceful, and Yinghua sleeps peacefully", and then left the stage.

There was another batch of actors on the stage.

Dong Yu was holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, his mind was hazy.He was a little sleepy, but it was rare for him to skip class, and he would be punished by the elders when he went back. It would be unreasonable not to take the opportunity to have some fun.

After listening for a while, he suddenly heard the name of Demon God Sect.

The man with dark brows on the stage laughed at Yan Yan, dressed in a Taoist robe, pretending to be a Taoist priest, holding a long sword in his hand, he was flattering the Taiyue Sect, and belittling the Demon Cultivation Sect by the way.

Dong Yu listened carefully for a while to confirm that he had heard correctly.

This person is indeed insulting his sect.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and after yelling angrily, he overturned a table in front of him.

In the washhouse, everyone heard the movement and looked over, and those who were sitting close to him hurriedly hid elsewhere.

The performance on stage stopped.

Dong Yu stepped on the table that was overturned by himself, and said angrily: "You! Get me down!"

at the same time.

A secret room in Qingyuanchun Building.

You Yangxu and a middle-aged man sat on both sides of a long table, facing each other far away.

If there are other people from Cangzhou City here, they can immediately recognize the identity of the man, it is the city lord Mo Wendao.

The seven levels of cultivation in the Jindan stage.

You Yangxu said: "City Lord Mo, don't come here unharmed."

Mo Wendao cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Say hello to Sect Master Di for me. It's a pity that I couldn't see you last time."

"I won't say much else, what about the information I asked you to collect?" You Yangxu said directly.

Mo Wendao obediently took out a storage bag from his cuff.

The woman who followed You Yangxu took the storage bag, checked it on the spot, and then handed one of the jade slips to the former.

You Yangxu took it and glanced at it, "The Great Elder only has the strength of the sixth level of tribulation?" As the person with the highest cultivation level in the entire sect, this is not enough.

"Yes."

"Taiyuezong has fallen so fast these years."

Mo Wendao smiled along with his crooked mouth, and his tone was mocking: "These old men are stuck in their own way, as before, insisting on finding the elixir of immortality, delaying the cultivation of the entire sect."

He went on to say: "The rosters of all the disciples are in it, including the materials of the sect-protecting formation, the ancient books recorded by the sect, and some precious medicinal prescriptions."

"Very good." You Yangxu said with satisfaction, "Master, the old man will definitely be very satisfied."

He gestured with his eyes, and another Jindan stage disciple beside him took out a high-grade storage bag.

Mo Wendao took it with a smile, put it in his sleeves, and asked, "When are you going to do it?"

You Yangxu said in a deep voice: "We will notify you when you know about it, so just continue to be your Cangzhou City Lord with peace of mind."

At this moment, someone outside knocked lightly on the door.

Mo Wendao looked at You Yangxu, who said, "Come in."

The person who came was Mo Wendao's confidant, walked to his side and bowed his head and said, "Someone is making trouble in the theater building in Yicui Garden. He is a cultivator in the foundation period. He doesn't look like Taiyuezong. He is patrolling the streets now." The few people in the group also knew about it, and they all rushed over.”

You Yangxu's expression changed, "What kind of clothes is that man wearing?"

The boy recalled and described it again.

"Fuck." Sure enough, it was Dong Yu.

You Yangxu cursed, "You're just here to cause trouble for me, go and have a look."

Mo Wendao stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll go back first."

……

On the other side, Li Canran was sitting in the room, with bamboo sticks and tortoise shells bought from the market placed on the table in front of him.

He compared an ancient book on divination, and prepared to try the divination technique he had learned.

Whether it's accurate or not, let's do the math first.

At this time, Xiaotong also came back after inquiring about the news, and he didn't dare to disturb him, so he rolled on the bed alone.

There was a knock on the door from the outside.

Li Canran put down the ancient book in his hand and said, "Come in."

The child I met just now timidly opened the door.

"What's the matter?" Li Canran raised his eyebrows and asked.

He said: "Master Qin asked me to tell you that the person who lives in this room with you started a fight with others in the washroom."

Ok?

Dong Yu?

"Don't worry about him." Li Canran said casually.

It's better to be beaten up, and I won't have the energy to fight for bed with him at night.

"One more thing." said the child.

Li Canran looked up at him.

The child raised his hand, pursed his lips, and said softly: "My wound is open again, can you bandage it up again?"

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