I just want to be beautiful after transmigrating into Xiuxianwen

Cheng Jieyu found Feng Yiwei on the holiday, and finally made Jiansui.

He rushed back to Xuefeng excitedly, and Sheng Yunxiao was meditating in front of the window.

Cheng Jieyu ran over and lay down on the window edge, raised his hand and showed the sword tassel.

"Uncle, look!"

Sheng Yunxiao withdrew his thoughts and opened his eyes. The eyes covered with white silk caught a faint white light, and a red tassel dangled in front of his eyes.

But Sheng Yunxiao didn't have time to see its appearance clearly, the short light made his eyes sting slightly, and his brows frowned.

Opening his eyes again, there was darkness in front of him again.

He had no choice but to let go of his consciousness to see things.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Cheng Jieyu saw him frown, the smile on his face froze, and the hand holding Jiansui drooped feebly.

He spent a lot of time making it, thinking that his uncle would like it, but he miscalculated...

"It looks good." Sheng Yunxiao held his wrist, took the sword spike into his hand, and looked at it carefully.

A small peace knot is woven under the lanyard, a piece of lotus-shaped spiritual jade is adorned at the bottom, and tassels hang down at the bottom.

The texture of lotus jade is transparent, warm to the touch, and it shines brightly under the sun.Sheng Yunxiao caught a trace of familiar spiritual power in it, and smiled slightly, "Very good."

Cheng Jieyu then smiled, with a trace of complacency and pride in his expression, "I knew you would like it."

"Take out the Guixue Sword, and I'll hang it up for you."

Sheng Yunxiao summoned Gui Xuejian as he said.

After the superior replied that he should pick up the rain, he took down the old sword tassel and put it into the box containing the letterhead.

Now that the sword hilt is empty, Cheng Jieyu tied a new tassel on it.

After tying it, Cheng Jieyu hooked his fingers at the sword tassel, and the tassel eagerly floated up to wrap around and kiss his fingers.

Although Cheng Jieyu refined it into a magic weapon, it didn't really have much effect, it just condensed a strand of his original spiritual power in it, and recognized him as the master.

In this way, the uncle summoned Gui Xuejian, and Cheng Jieyu could sense his position through Jiansui.

"This is the locator I installed on my uncle."

Cheng Jieyu put his hand on the window sill, stretched out a finger, and manipulated the sword tassel to swing and swing. Looking at Sheng Yunxiao's expression, he informed the other party of his intention with a bit domineering and a bit nervous.

"Hmm." Sheng Yunxiao noticed this with just a touch of his fingertips just now, so he wasn't surprised, let alone resisted and disgusted, and didn't mind Cheng Jieyu's tracking of his location at all.

Because this shows that the other party cares about him.

He enjoys the possessiveness of the other party, only because of himself, it is more than that.

Sheng Yunxiao said: "If you and I are not together, even if you don't come to me, I will find you."

Cheng Jieyu said "ah", his face flushed slightly, and he muttered, "Then Master must also install a locator on me."

"No need to do that." Sheng Yunxiao stretched out his hand, twitched his fingertips, and dialed the messenger jade tablet on Jieyu's waist, "As long as you call, I will be there."

Cheng Jieyu held the jade tablet at his waist, "Then what if it gets lost?"

After speaking, he hooked Jiansui to ask and answer: "If the jade token is lost, I can still summon it—"

Cheng Jieyu looked up at Sheng Yunxiao, "If it moves without wind, I'm looking for my uncle."

After that, a bit of shyness appeared on his face, he lowered his head with red ears, and let the sword tassel swing in the air again.

Sheng Yunxiao raised his hand and grabbed his fingertips.

Cheng Jieyu's fingertips trembled slightly, and his gaze shifted from Jiansui to the opponent's face, only to see that the blindfolded white silk seemed to be moving without wind, and slowly drooped down.

……

Xu is getting used to the current life, Cheng Jieyu felt that the days in July passed faster than last month.

After the Hungry Ghost Festival in the seventh month and a half, Cheng Jieyu found that his cultivation base had grown to another level, he stepped into the fourth step of the Lingtai, and the flowers and leaves in the Lingtai grew a little more.

His advancement speed is really rare. When he was happy, he couldn't help but compare himself with Liu Xinya.Cheng Jieyu couldn't judge the opponent's cultivation level, but he only knew that he probably hadn't broken through to the fifth level.

But Cheng Jieyu knew that it was more difficult for a high-level cultivator to advance to a higher level than a low-level cultivator, and the other party was a level higher than him, and there was still an insurmountable gap. If a conflict broke out, he would definitely be crushed of.

Therefore, he still tried to avoid the other party as much as possible, and seldom approached the other party.

However, according to his observation, Liu Xinya seemed to have become more and more reticent since meeting Ayan on the Qixi night.Originally, he had a few conversations with Cang Ting, but now he seems to be unreasonable to anyone except Wen Jingzhi, and he doesn't see him going out to have fun with everyone on Xiu Muri.

Cheng Jieyu asked Wen Jingzhi quietly, and learned that Liu Xinya admitted that he and A Yan were not brothers, but master and servant, and said that he would not come to the water side again.

He has three reservations about this, because in the original book, A Yan is not an obedient servant, and sometimes Cheng Jieyu even suspects that A Yan does not really regard Liu Xinya as his master.

Instead, Wen Jingzhi asked him if he had misunderstood Liu Xinya.

Wen Jingzhi: "Xinya once told me that you don't seem to like him very much."

Cheng Jieyu: "..." Does this count as the villain suing first?

Not counting, Liu Xinya hasn't done anything evil to him yet.

He turned his mind straight, thinking, could it be that his evasive attitude was too obvious, making the other party suspicious?

In the end, I can only think of the first formal conversation between myself and the other party, that is, the time when I went to the market with my uncle.

If Liu Xinya noticed that his opponent's attitude was different, it probably happened at that time.

So he thought for a while, and thought of a way to dispel the other party's doubts.

He lowered his head and scratched his fingers, with a bit of grievance in his tone: "I don't dislike him... It's just that during the martial arts assessment, he challenged the senior brother and almost hurt you. The uncle even praised him, saying that he is young and capable." Because, I...I..."

He hesitated to speak, and lowered his head in shame.

Ashamed is really ashamed, Cheng Jieyu seemed to smell the green tea smell emanating from his body, the tea was soaked.

He is dirty, he is no longer a pure white lotus.

The first half of what he said just now expressed his concern for Wen Jingzhi: Liu Xinya almost hurt you, so I don't like him very much.

This kind of thinking is in line with the original owner's personality, to protect his shortcomings, and to feel sorry for his elder brother, so no one can fault him.

But he was also afraid that Wen Jingzhi or Liu Xinya would mistakenly think that he was interested in Wen Jingzhi, so he added the second part of the sentence: Uncle Shi even praised him, I am a little unconvinced.

Coupled with the ashamed expression, it showed that he had realized that his thinking was wrong, which made Wen Jingzhi's heart softened by three points.

Sure enough, Wen Jingzhi smiled helplessly and dotingly, and patted Cheng Jieyu's head: "You, a few days ago, you said that you have grown up, why are you so childish?"

Cheng Jieyu rubbed his head, and deliberately took another step towards Green Tea, "Since Senior Brother Liu misunderstood, I'll go and apologize to him—"

With that said he was about to leave.

"No need." Wen Jingzhi stopped him without thinking, "It's not a big deal, and you're not at fault. I'll just explain it to Xinya."

Seeing that the tea talk worked, Cheng Jieyu nodded obediently.

Eldest brother is good at everything, he is just a gentleman, and he has no immunity to tea talk.

Such a simple and deceitful protagonist is really rare. I don't know where the turning point of the growth line arranged by the author is. Cheng Jieyu only hopes that it will not be too tragic.

……

On July [-]th, the rhythm class and illusion class started.

Because there is only one teacher for the two courses, but there are more than 300 students on the water side, Cheng Jieyu was worried at the beginning that the large class would be too crowded, but the reality turned out to be unexpected.

Ten days ago, there were many students who came to listen to the trial lectures, but the total number of students who actually took these two courses did not exceed a hundred.

It was only later that Cheng Jieyu figured out that for all the students who are obsessed with cultivation, rhythm and illusion are just entertainment, unlike refining weapons or alchemy, they are helpful to practice.

Therefore, not everyone is willing to spend time on these two pastimes.

What's more, if you choose these two courses, you have to deal with the monthly assessment.If you have that leisurely feeling, it is better to meditate more, or practice martial arts.

So in the end, it was those old acquaintances who took the illusion class with Cheng Jieyu.

Except for Nie Xunfeng who was recruited by his uncle to be an assistant teacher in the music class, Cheng Jieyu's brothers and sisters, everyone in Luoxue Feihuagu, Cang Ting, Liu Xinya, and Master Huiwen all took the illusion class.

The Lan brothers and sisters became the teaching assistants of this class, and the lecturer was their aunt, Senior Lan Ruzhen, who was also the "second beauty" that Concubine Lan Fei said was slightly worse than the number one beauty in the world of cultivating immortals, Fang Jushui.

Senior Lan Ruzhen inherited the beauty of the Lan clan, with a beautiful appearance. He is over sixty years old, but his appearance is still in his twenties. Standing with Concubine Lan Fei, he is like a pair of sisters.

It's just that senior Lan Ruzhen is not as charming and smiling as Concubine Lan Fei, but is like a beauty built of snow, cold as ice, proud like snow, with a pair of calm and transparent blue eyes, which made everyone subconsciously tense their backs and lowered their eyes. Don't dare to have any untimely distracting thoughts.

On the day of the trial lecture, Senior Lan Ruzhen showed everyone a small illusion, and took everyone to witness the magnificent landscape of the Blue Moon Mirage.

Today's class is officially started, Lan Ruzhen went straight to the topic, "Illusion, that is, illusion, is to confuse people's hearts. Illusionists should avoid self-illusion, that is, they must not lose their original mind. So today's first lesson, I will teach you to strengthen your original mind and see through it." Illusion."

"I created a fantasy for each of you, based on your inner desire or fear, please try it."

After finishing speaking, she walked towards Wen Jingzhi who was sitting in the front row, raised her hand to recite, and touched his forehead.

Wen Jingzhi then closed his eyes.

Witnessing such a direct teaching method, Cheng Jieyu couldn't help but feel uneasy. He is most afraid of ghosts, so you won't let him see ghosts, right?He is still afraid of death, so why not let him experience one hundred and eight ways to die?

Before he finished thinking about what he was afraid of, Lan Ruzhen had already stood in front of him.

Cheng Jieyu was so nervous that he clenched his fingers and closed his eyes tightly.

He only felt the senior's fingertips lightly tap his forehead, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and a flash of white light suddenly flashed.

When the light and shadow disappeared and the eyes returned to darkness, Cheng Jieyu suddenly heard the sound of whistling wind, accompanied by the sound of beeping——

It is fire.

Cheng Jieyu opened his eyes in the illusion, and suddenly a boundless sea of ​​flames appeared in front of him, which made him startled.

However, the next moment, he immediately realized that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

The blazing flames, the black air that looks like smoke but not smoke and fog and not fog, and the weird lines under the feet——

It was the sea of ​​fire in his dream.

His eyes were sore and painful from the flames, but uncontrollably, he walked step by step into the center of the circle of strange lines, and the flames instantly rose from the soles of his feet, surrounding his body.

His hands were suddenly clenched, and Cheng Jieyu suddenly turned around and saw the face of his uncle.

The uncle held his hand tightly, squeezing him so painfully, his face was unprecedentedly sad, those eyes that were shining like stars in all previous dreams stared at him, slowly bloodshot, and tears came out.

What's going on here?Cheng Jieyu was puzzled, but his eyes became blurred.

He cried, and with the severe pain in his heart, he squeezed back the other's hand tightly, and then burst into tears.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but saw his uncle staring at him with a good look, his eyes turned red, his canthus seemed to be cracked, and tears of blood flowed out.

His heart trembled, and the pain gushed out from his chest and spread all over his body, which was more intense than the pain caused by the fire licking his skin.

He raised his hand to cover his uncle's eyes, choked with sobs: "Sheng Yunxiao, don't look... Please, don't look..."

But the uncle held his hand with trembling fingertips, took it away, and looked at him stubbornly, regardless of the blood and tears in his eyes, as if he wanted to carve him into his eyes.

He panicked, and his heart ached even more. With a twist of his fingertips, a white lotus flower was born, and then turned into a white silk with a backhand grip.

The calf began to disintegrate under the engulfment of the flames, not burned, but disintegrated like aura.

He fell into the sea of ​​flames, and the uncle seemed to be unable to stand still, and was dragged down to his knees by him.

He was wrapped in flames, and felt that his body was beginning to collapse, so he raised his hand vigorously, tied the white silk in his hand to the uncle's face, and covered his eyes.

"Don't look..." He kissed the uncle's eyes through the white silk, his throat was dry, "I don't want you to see me like this..."

The scorching heat of the flames had made him unable to shed tears or utter a sound. Before his body completely disappeared, he almost whispered his uncle's name: "Sheng Yunxiao, wait for me..."

"Ayu! Ayu!"

Cheng Jieyu was suddenly awakened by the shaking, but his eyes were blurred, and through the hazy teardrops, the appearance of his uncle's blood and tears soaking the white silk was still in front of his eyes.

His heart constricted, his limbs curled up in pain, and he clutched his chest tightly.