I just want to be beautiful after transmigrating into Xiuxianwen

Cheng Jieyu stood in the yard and looked at the people by the window for a long time, until his mouth became bitter, his throat was dry, and his chest was so tight and painful.

It took a while for the person by the window to find him, and his "eyes" turned around, and he asked unexpectedly, "Why are you standing there silent?"

Cheng Jieyu put aside his emotions just now, put on a relaxed expression and ran into the room, "It's clear that Master Uncle is so obsessed with his thoughts, he doesn't even know I'm back."

Sheng Yunxiao ignored his slap and let the other party carry away Xuecha who was resting on his lap.

Just asked him: "Senior sister said, you asked about me today."

Cheng Jieyu hugged Xuecha who opened his eyes in a daze, and kissed its little head. Hearing Sheng Yunxiao's words, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He sat down opposite Sheng Yunxiao with Xuecha in his arms, "I was a little curious, so I asked my teacher, uncle, you won't blame me?"

Sheng Yunxiao "looked" at him, but for a moment, and it seemed to take an extraordinarily long time.

Cheng Jieyu bowed his head guiltily and sipped the snow tea.Xuecha writhed displeasedly in his arms and hummed twice.

"If you want to know, why not ask me." Sheng Yunxiao said.

"En." Cheng Jieyu pursed his lips in response, and found that Xuecha's nose arched over to rub against his finger, and she even stuck out her tongue to lick it.

Cheng Jieyu: "?!"

Sheng Yunxiao also moved his nose slightly, and once again smelled the familiar smell on Cheng Jieyu.

When Cheng Jieyu realized it, he felt a little guilty for a while, feeling like an unfilial son who left the widowed elderly and left-behind children at home and was carefree outside.

He hurriedly stood up and admitted his mistake: "Uncle, I was wrong, I shouldn't have left you and Xuecha and ate alone outside."

Sheng Yunxiao remembered the name Jieyu mentioned on the last trip, "... Cang Ting?"

Cheng Jieyu confessed honestly: "There are also Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and Liu Xinya."

Sheng Yunxiao was silent for a moment, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, seemingly unintentionally asked: "I heard from senior sister that you like to respect him and play with him since you were young?"

"It's not that I don't have it!" Cheng Jieyu categorically denied, looking at Sheng Yunxiao's expression, unconsciously revealing his sincerity, "I, I'm my uncle's face dog!"

Sheng Yunxiao's fingertips paused, and he frowned and said, "Yan Gou?"

"Uh...that means I, I admire and admire my uncle (beauty)." Cheng Jieyu said wittily.

Sheng Yunxiao curled his lips into a smile, but without making a sound, he picked up the teapot beside him to refill the tea with his lowered eyes, but his expression was full of joy.

Cheng Jieyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, and broke the happy atmosphere in front of him, "Didn't Uncle Fang also get along with Uncle Fang Jushui back then?"

Sheng Yunxiao raised his head abruptly, and "looked" at Cheng Jieyu sharply.

He froze there while holding the teapot, and the tea spilled out.

"Uncle Master!" Cheng Jieyu hurriedly took the teapot from him, used a cleansing technique to wipe away the spilled hot tea, and looked at Sheng Yunxiao in surprise.

Although the book "Jiuxiao Shuangbi" looks like an unreliable book, it does contain a lot of things about Sheng Yunxiao and Fang Jushui, and even describes some details that are difficult to verify.

For example, it is written in the book that Fang Jushui received a letter from Sheng Yunxiao shortly after joining the Nine Heavens Sect.This implies that he was brought back to Jiuxiaozong because of Sheng Yunxiao's relationship.

For the next ten years, the two have been exchanging letters.

It wasn't until Sheng Yunxiao avenged his clansmen that he joined the Nine Heavens Sect and became Fang Pingyun's disciple, and reunited with Fang Jushui.

Reminiscent of Sheng Yunxiao's box of old letterheads, and today's senior's approval of the contents of the book, Cheng Jieyu felt that this description in the book was not impossible.

It's just that I didn't expect that when Master Fang was mentioned, Master Yunxiao's reaction would be so great.

Cheng Jieyu lowered his eyes and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, my disciple won't ask any more."

Sheng Yunxiao curled up his fingertips, slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, and secretly made a fist.

"Little brother and I are really close." He "looked" at Cheng Jieyu and said.

"Little brother?"

Cheng Jieyu was puzzled, when mentioning the head of the sect, they all called them "Senior Brother", so shouldn't Fang Jushui's uncle be called "Little Senior Brother"?

Junior brother, it sounds a lot closer.

"Is there any difference between 'Senior Brother' and 'Senior Brother'?" Cheng Jieyu couldn't help asking.

Sheng Yunxiao's gaze was still "looking" at him, and his tone was as soft as a sigh, "Little brother...it's naturally different..."

Cheng Jieyu's heart suddenly stabbed, and he hugged Xuecha tightly in his arms.

At this moment, he loves his uncle very much, but he doesn't know if he has the qualifications.

He began to hate his uncle's "fate", hated everything the other party had suffered, hated him for suffering the pain of annihilating his family when he was young, the long and difficult road to revenge, the sudden responsibility of suppressing demons, the regret of parting with his best friend, and the regret of repairing his family. In order to end the sufferings of waste, blindness, and retreat for twenty years——

How cruel is "fate" to treat my uncle?

He can't bear it as an outsider, how hard must the uncle who has gone through all this suffer?

"Uncle Master..." Cheng Jieyu sniffed, "I... I won't eat alone with them in the future."

"I will come back early to accompany you every day, I... I will definitely give you a pension, and I will never leave you alone..."

Die alone.

Sheng Yunxiao was startled, the pain in his chest disappeared in an instant, and he was even a little dumbfounded.

"Okay." He responded softly, his voice hoarse.

Remember your promise, never fail, never break your word.

……

At the other end of Lingxi Medicine Valley, after Cheng Jieyu left, Cang Ting also took the little white fox to say goodbye to the others.

Mu Xingchen packed up the wreckage on the ground and took it to Wuweitang for disposal.

Only Wen Jingzhi and Liu Xinya were left.

"I'll take you back." Wen Jingzhi said.

Liu Xinya saw the worry in the other party's eyes, and his expression was a little unnatural, "Don't be so nervous, my cultivation has improved a lot recently, and the accident like last time will not happen again."

"That's good." Wen Jingzhi said happily, "But let's go together tonight. With me leading you, the disciples who watch the night will not ask too many questions."

This time Liu Xinya didn't refuse again, he nodded slightly, and left Lingxi Medicine Valley side by side with Wen Jingzhi.

"You..." Walking halfway, Liu Xinya suddenly called out, looking at Wen Jingzhi who was beside him, "Did you tell your junior brother about my situation?"

"No." Wen Jingzhi immediately denied it, and frowned slightly, "Wen is a trustworthy person, you..."

Why is there such doubt?

"Sorry." Liu Xinya pursed his lips and turned his eyes slightly.

"Is there some misunderstanding between you and Ah Yu?" Wen Jingzhi said, "Ah Yu doesn't have much contact with you, so it's impossible for you to know."

"Maybe I'm suspicious." Liu Xinya laughed at himself, "Just now both Cang Ting and Xing Chen wondered why I don't eat chicken, only he seemed to..."

Liu Xinya paused for a moment, and said in self-criticism: "It should be that I am not upright and suspicious."

"Ah Yu may just not care." Wen Jingzhi explained for Cheng Jieyu, "He is also a picky eater himself, he likes to eat chicken but not duck, so he probably cares about his heart and doesn't mind other people's preferences."

"Yes, it's because I have a ghost in my heart, and I've got a demon." Liu Xinya sighed in a low voice, using the night to hide his blushing face from shame.

His introspection made Wen Jingzhi's heart ache, and he felt sorry for him slightly.

"Xinya." He comforted in a warm voice, "I know your difficulties in hiding, and I also understand the difficulties you have to be cautious at all times, but maybe you can try to trust us."

"Perhaps, even if everyone knows about your situation, they won't look at you differently."

Liu Xinya was silent for a moment, then said softly: "...maybe."

But I don't agree with Wen Jingzhi in my heart.

Maybe suspecting Cheng Jieyu is because he is too suspicious, but it is absolutely impossible for him to reveal his secret.

If he was the kind of simple person who believed in the inherent goodness of human nature, he would not have such serious suspicions.

Only Wen Jingzhi is so simple, so upright...

Wen Jingzhi sent Liu Xinya back to his residence, and watched people enter the house before leaving.

In the room, Liu Xinya lit the lamp, saw a blue feather sandwiched by the window, and his eyes suddenly sank.

When Wen Jingzhi walked away, he hid himself, took the blue feather, and left the side of the water.

A man wearing a black robe and a hood, whose face could not be seen clearly, was hiding in a reed bush by the Luoshui River. When he saw Liu Xinya appear, he hurriedly greeted him and saluted, "Young Master."

"Didn't I say don't contact me, and don't appear near me?" Liu Xinya said in a deep voice.

"Yes..." the man bowed his head respectfully, "But I haven't received any contact from the young master in the second half of the month. I was worried that the young master might encounter some difficulties, so I came here against my orders to check on the situation."

Liu Xinya glanced at him coldly, "Then you can go back."

The man seemed unwilling to return without success, and couldn't help asking: "I wonder if the young master has approached that person? Have you gained anything?"

Liu Xinya's face darkened, and he said sarcastically, "I want to report to you?"

"My subordinates dare not." The man bowed his head and apologized, his posture very humble.

"Ayan," Liu Xinya threw the blue feather to the black-robed man, and warned, "I have my own way in everything, and I don't need you to teach me."

"...Yes." The man called "Ayan" took the blue feather, bowed to leave, then flew up and down a few times, and disappeared on the bank of Luoshui.

Liu Xinya turned around and looked at Jiuxiao Chong'a who was behind him, with bottomless emotions hidden in Taohua's eyes.

……

Cheng Jieyu had another dream.

It was still the sea of ​​fire that I dreamed about from time to time: blazing flames, black air that looked like smoke but not smoke, fog that looked like fog but not fog, and scorched soil.

Only this time, Cheng Jieyu saw a series of zigzag golden lines on the ground, which seemed to form a certain pattern.

He walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​fire along the lines, and saw an extremely strange scene.

I saw a white lotus rooted in the scorched earth where not a single blade of grass grew, standing gracefully.

Cheng Jieyu woke up from the dream, his mouth was still parched, he was so thirsty that he couldn't even secrete saliva.

He coughed dryly twice, got up and wanted to find some tea, when he suddenly felt a tremor in his dantian, and there was a swelling pain.

His spirit platform vibrated, as if it was about to break through again.

He quickly calmed down and circulated his spiritual energy to sense the movement of the Lingtai.

The spiritual energy slowly poured into the altar, continuously strengthening and expanding it, but the pain caused was not as strong as last time, only a slight swelling pain.

Cheng Jieyu felt relieved, and continued to "expand" the altar with his aura.

Slowly, the altar no longer changed, and the spiritual energy gradually flowed to the center of the altar.

Something "grows" out from the center of his altar.But separated by layers of spiritual energy, Cheng Jieyu couldn't tell what it was.

After a while, Cheng Jieyu found that he had entered the second step of the spiritual platform, and the aura in his body gradually stabilized.

Only now did he see clearly what was growing on his altar, and he was shocked.

"Master Uncle Master!"

Wearing a middle coat, he ran into Sheng Yunxiao's room in disheveled clothes, supported his stomach with one hand, and pointed to his dantian with the other. His stiff tongue became more and more unsteady: "My, my, my stomach is blooming!"

Sheng Yunxiao: "???"