I just want to be beautiful after transmigrating into Xiuxianwen

Xuecha shrank into Sheng Yunxiao's arms when Mu Xingchen slapped the table just now, and now she is obediently nestled in Sheng Yunxiao's arms, looking at the upright little father beside her with big dark and agile eyes.

Cheng Jieyu followed Sheng Yunxiao with the Jinghong sword in his arms, and was still very angry when he thought of what the second senior brother had just offended his uncle.

He is not a wolf-hearted dog, he knows that the second senior brother is complaining for him, but it is not acceptable to offend the senior uncle, let alone deliberately say that the senior uncle is blind.

However, Cheng Jieyu also understood the second senior brother.In the eyes of the second senior brother, Cheng Jieyu is Cheng Jieyu, his junior brother, and has nothing to do with Fang Shushui.

But he is not the original owner either, Cheng Jieyu suddenly realized this problem.

He is Cheng Jieyu from modern times, not the junior "Ayu" in the eyes of the second senior brother.

The presents, treasures he received today, and the great love and affection from his master and disciple belonged to the original owner.

They treated him so well as the original owner. What if they knew he was not?

In fact, he has doubted this question more than once. After passing through the book, do those dreams and memories belong to the original owner or him?Is the sea of ​​flames that I often dreamed about before going through the book really a purgatory for sealing demons?

If the original owner was Fang Jushui, then would it be considered that he has taken over the magpie's nest and deceived the uncle by passing through?

If he is Fang Jushui, why did he go to the modern world?Who is the original owner?Does he now occupy the body of the original owner?

Most importantly, who does the uncle like?

He can accept that he is the reincarnation of Uncle Fang, even if Uncle Fang likes him because of their fate in the previous life, he can also try to accept it and try not to be too horny.

But he couldn't accept it. Master Uncle liked Master Fang, the original owner, not him at all.

"Master." He stopped and held Sheng Yunxiao.

Sheng Yunxiao turned to look at him, because of the short distance, he could vaguely see the distressed expression of the young man frowning and pursing his lips.

"Master uncle, do you know why master ancestor gave me the Jinghong sword?" Cheng Jieyu asked while observing Sheng Yunxiao's expression.

Sheng Yunxiao still said the same thing: "This is yours."

Cheng Jieyu was sure, and held the sword in his arms tightly to ask Sheng Yunxiao for confirmation again, "Uncle Master, you mean that I am Fang Jushui?"

Sheng Yunxiao smiled, and asked without answering, "How much do you... remember now?"

Sure enough, the scenes in dreams and illusions are actually memories.

but--

"Master Uncle, why do you ask that?" Cheng Jieyu asked him, "What should I think of?"

He didn't tell his uncle all the dreams, and he didn't tell his uncle about asking senior Lan Ruzhen to make illusions for him. How did his uncle know that he was recovering his memory?

Sheng Yunxiao smiled helplessly: "Didn't you already guess it? Senior Lan Ruzhen told me privately about making illusions."

Cheng Jieyu: "..." Senior Lan doesn't keep his word!

He pouted his lips and asked awkwardly: "Are you sure you won't admit the wrong person? I heard that my uncle and Fang Shishu were Taoist couples back then. Is it Fang Shushui, Cheng Jieyu, or Cheng Jieyu that my uncle likes?" ……I?"

"No, uncle never said he likes me." Cheng Jieyu glared at him angrily.

Sheng Yunxiao smiled, relaxed the arm holding Xuecha, and patted its buttocks.

Xuecha didn't want to leave the familiar embrace, but always listened to Sheng Yunxiao's words, she jumped to the ground obediently, and circled around the two fathers.

Sheng Yunxiao took off the white silk that was blindfolded, and covered Cheng Jieyu's eyes, "My eyes are not blind, and my heart is not blind."

Cheng Jieyu's eyes darkened, and he could only see the faint light leaking from the gap near the bridge of his nose.

The darkness was disturbing, his heart beat faster, he subconsciously took a step forward, and raised his hand to grab Sheng Yunxiao's sleeve.

He felt that his uncle held his shoulders with both hands, and the shadow fell, and a warm breath approached, and then something soft and cool touched his lips——

Master uncle kissed him!

Cheng Jieyu trembled all over, his heart was beating wildly, and his cheeks were heating up rapidly.

Sheng Yunxiao touched the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice, "No matter who you are, I will never admit your mistake."

Cheng Jieyu blushed and was stunned for a moment, still dissatisfied with the answer, he clenched the other party's sleeves a little more, then took a step forward, gently rubbed his hot cheek against the cool face of the other party, and muttered coquettishly: "You still didn't say you liked me."

Sheng Yunxiao smiled, opened his arms and hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "My first luck, Sheng Yunxiao, was to meet the love of my life when I was alone; the second luck was to After the loss of the love, the loss is found again; the third is at this moment, the love is in the arms, and there is no regret in this life.”

The darkness magnifies the sense of hearing, and Sheng Yunxiao's voice is particularly deep and pleasant, piercing into his heart from the cochlea, Cheng Jieyu heard the sound of his own heart beating, and the hot blood pumped out flowed all over his body, making him feel hot and convulsive. hot.

With a blushing face, he buried his head in Sheng Yunxiao's chest, wrapped his arms around Sheng Yunxiao's waist, and complained angrily, "You foul!"

He just wanted to hear "I like you", why did the uncle say so many things that made his heart flutter?

And the word "love", who allowed him to use it? !

Sheng Yunxiao hugged him and laughed in a low voice, "Didn't you insist on listening?"

Cheng Jieyu didn't speak, but bumped his forehead against his chest like a bull.

Sheng Yunxiao couldn't stop smiling, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, "How long will you be shy?"

Cheng Jieyu: "..."

"It will take a while!" he said angrily.

Sheng Yunxiao smiled again, "Well, then I'll wait for you."

At this moment, it's not too late, and Wen Jingzhi and others just found out that the junior brother turned out to be their uncle Fang, and they had to rush to morning class again before they recovered.

Who would have thought that Yu Jian could still see Uncle Yunxiao and Junior Master in the garden at the other end of the garden—no, they were hugging with Uncle Fang.

They almost fell off the sword with a somersault.

Wen Jingzhi's mood was extremely complicated, and he couldn't help but said to Mu Xing: "Look, I just said that Ah Yu—Master Fang, it is impossible to like me."

The corner of Mu Xingchen's mouth twitched: "...shut up."

Cheng Jieyu was shy for a while, then suddenly realized, pushed Sheng Yunxiao away, pulled off the white silk from his face, and looked at him in surprise: "Your eyes are healed?!"

Uncle Shi just said clearly that he was "not blind in his eyes and not blind in his heart", but he happened to be flustered by that kiss and ignored it.

At this moment, he could clearly see the light in Sheng Yunxiao's eyes, his gaze focused on himself, and his reflection in his pupils.

"Yeah. I can see the light and shadow, but it's not clear yet."

Sheng Yunxiao reached for the white silk in his hand, but Cheng Jieyu grabbed the other end, "Then you can use this instead?"

He still remembered the last time his uncle took him to the market blindfolded and was scolded as a "blind man".

Sheng Yunxiao looked up at Tianguang, and found that his eyes had adapted a lot, and there was no tingling sensation, so he said, "Yes."

"Then I don't want it—" Cheng Jieyu said as he wanted to destroy the physical evidence representing the demons of his uncle, but Sheng Yunxiao grabbed his wrist.

"Keep it."

Cheng Jieyu thought so, anyway, it is an old thing that the uncle has used for many years, and it has extraordinary commemorative significance for the two of them-although it is not a good memory, it is a pity to ruin it.

"Then—" Cheng Jieyu suddenly caught a glimpse of Xuecha squatting on the ground, and suddenly had an idea.

He squatted down, tied the white silk around Xuecha's neck, and tied a small bow.

"Perfect!" He picked up Xuecha and licked it, "As expected of Daddy's little boy."

Sheng Yunxiao: "..."

Xuecha strangled by the little "bow tie": "..."

Fortunately, the white silk was soft, and Xuecha got used to its existence after twisting her neck.

"By the way! Earlier, I wanted to customize a dog tag for Xuecha—no, a pig tag to hang around my neck."

He forgot about the night of the Qixi Festival after he was drunk, but now he remembered it.

"Pig card?" Sheng Yunxiao was puzzled.

Cheng Jieyu: "Just make a wooden sign, engrave it with the words 'Fuyun Jiuxiao Zonggui Xuefeng Snow Tea', and hang it around his neck. In this way, if it gets lost, others will know that it is not an ordinary small sign. A pig, but a cub of our Nine Heavens Sect."

He originally wanted to engrave his and his uncle's names on it, but felt that this was not aggressive enough, so it would be better to engrave the name of Nine Heavens Sect, so that if someone wants to attack Xuecha, he has to weigh it.

Sheng Yunxiao: "...Okay."

Cheng Jieyu: "Then we'll make one for Xuecha when we get back."

Sheng Yunxiao looked at the young man in front of him, he was still him, but he had changed a lot.Words that he couldn't understand, or novel and inexplicable ideas appeared from time to time.

I don't know what kind of place in the heaven Prince Jingyao took his remnant soul back then, which could change the young man's little brain so much.

"This doesn't seem to fit into the storage ring, how do I put it away?" Cheng Jieyu asked Sheng Yunxiao while holding up his Jinghong sword.

He tried it just now, and found that he couldn't put it into the storage ring like ordinary disciple swords.

Sheng Yunxiao explained: "Your current storage ring can't hold Jinghong."

Oh, it turns out that it is still a sword with a temper, and it can choose a place to live!

"Then keep it for me." Cheng Jieyu handed the Jinghong Sword to Sheng Yunxiao without even thinking about it.

Sheng Yunxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It doesn't have to be like this, the Jinghong Sword can be stored in your Lingtai or Sea of ​​Consciousness."

Cheng Jieyu: "???"

I don't know why I thought of the bad picture of the busker swallowing the sword.

But he knew it was definitely not the case, so he humbly asked for advice: "How to do it?"

Sheng Yunxiao let go of the Jinghong sword, and the sword stood in the air, "It's yours, move as you wish."

Cheng Jieyu tried it, and silently said the word "left" in his heart, Jinghongjian actually went to the left.

"right."

"Up! Down!—The magic of love goes round and round!"

There was a clang—the Jinghong Sword, which was treated as a toy by its owner, became unhappy, and after turning twice, it hung in the air and refused to move.

Even if Cheng Jieyu changed any instructions, he would remain unchanged.

Cheng Jieyu frowned and looked at Sheng Yunxiao: "Why doesn't it move?"

Sheng Yunxiao held back a smile, "I'm probably angry."

"Hey! It's still a sword with a temper!" Cheng Jieyu said angrily.

Sheng Yunxiao tapped Jinghong Sword lightly, the latter trembled, and flew straight to Cheng Jieyu's abdomen——

"Ah——" Cheng Jieyu was startled, subconsciously covered his stomach, and looked again, Jinghong Sword had hidden into his dantian and appeared in his altar.

Cheng Jieyu: "..."

"Why does my sword listen to you more? Still scaring me?" He said angrily.

Sheng Yunxiao touched his face with the back of his finger, coaxing him: "Don't be angry, it just hasn't seen you for a long time, and it's just playing around with you."

Cheng Jieyu didn't believe it, but the next moment he felt that Jinghongjian rubbed the lotus in his altar as if flattering him.

Well, for the sake of your acting like a baby, I will forgive you for the time being.

The sound of Muduo in the morning class on the side of the water at the bottom of the mountain has been ringing for a long time, Sheng Yunxiao took his hand, "Let's go, I will take you to play."

Cheng Jieyu followed him and flew on the wind, "Where are you going?"

"Take you to see the flowers."

……

Sheng Yunxiao took Cheng Jieyu up the Luoshui River, flew for half an hour, left the mountain range where the Nine Heavens Sect was located, and arrived at a prosperous state capital.

But Sheng Yunxiao didn't take him into the city, but took him to a mountain courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

Only now did Cheng Jieyu know that when his uncle said he took him to see the flowers, he was really looking at the flowers—chrysanthemums.

Chrysanthemums were planted outside the fence of the other courtyard, blooming in full bloom.

As soon as they landed, a servant came up to greet them and said respectfully: "Welcome Patriarch, welcome Madam."

"Pfft——" Cheng Jieyu couldn't hold his breath, and laughed out loud.

Only then did he look up at the plaque on the top of the gate, and it was impressively written with the words "Shengfu Bieyuan".