Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The following content is not suitable for children, Song Qingjian didn't go on, leaving Duan Rin with unlimited room for reverie.

The children in the village take charge of their families early, and their thinking is more precocious than those pampered and pampered boys and buddies.

Duan Lin was only a big brother and child at that time, and he had already started to help his adoptive mother, carrying dirty clothes to the river to wash them.

Most of the people who came out to do the laundry were married women, and when they started chatting, they kept their mouths open.

Duan Lin has heard a lot, so she naturally knows what to do after the drink.

Knowing what he wanted to know, he couldn't fall asleep even more, and stared blankly at the master's room, sitting until dawn.

Because he was going to take his apprentice down the mountain to practice, Fang Zhuo got up early in the morning, and got up very diligently to pack his things.

He waited until the sound of the whip in the dojo stopped, and after a while, he went out, "Let's go."

Duan Lin whipped a whip, and the whip is much easier to use than before, and it is paired with a disciple's uniform, so handsome and handsome.

Sure enough, like a teacher, there must be a disciple.

Fang Zhuo straightened his back, concealed his face, turned around and whistled.

The chicken cub, who was squinting and dozing on a branch, almost fell down with a jerk.

Opened its small wings and flew down, landed as a peng, nestled obediently on the ground, waiting for the master and apprentice to ride up.

Firstly, Duan Rin doesn't know how to control the sword, secondly, he doesn't have enough aura to protect his body, and he travels a long distance, Fang Zhuo considerately let him sit in front of him, hugging him tightly with one arm.

Along the way, the boy didn't speak a word, his head was hanging down, he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the other hand, those little ears turn red every three to five minutes, which is quite amusing.

After arriving at the nearest town, Fang Zhuo made the chicken cubs smaller and hid them in his sleeves.

The town is lively and bustling. On both sides of the street are various shops, restaurants, restaurants, and even brothels.

Fang Zhuo was dazzled by the sight, and suddenly couldn't walk.

He said reservedly, "I won't be on my way today, so I'll find an inn nearby to rest."

Duan Lin, "Everything is under the arrangement of Master."

Fang Zhuo thought about it, "It's not unavoidable that my identity will be suspected, but you should treat me as your elder brother when you are outside."

The original owner, Zhu Ji, was only in his early twenties, and with his good looks and good skin, some people believed that he was eighteen or nineteen years old.

Fang Zhuo said this brother without any psychological pressure.

Something flashed in the boy's eyes, his mouth moved, but he didn't shout out.

Fang Zhuo couldn't figure it out, so he just called me brother, what's so awkward, it's not just for fun, let you call me brother love.

He shook his head helplessly, with such a thin skin, how could he be a boss in the future.

There are few foreign visitors in the town, and there are only two inns in total.

Fang Zhuo took the boy to the relatively high-end house, and took out a few ingots of silver, "I want two rooms."

The proprietress was shocked by the noble temperament of the guest, her eyes instantly turned into autumn water.

She glanced at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy behind the man, touched the ingot of silver, then retracted her hand, and said softly, "My lord, I'm really sorry, there are too many people staying in the store today. There's only one left. Look..."

Fang Zhuo grabbed the silver back, took out three pieces of silver and threw it on the table, "That's one room."

The proprietress, "..."

Duan Lin watched the man carefully tuck the silver into his belt, moved his eyes, and followed him calmly.

Xiao Er led the people into the room. In addition to tables, chairs, benches and beds, there were also rocking chairs and soft couches.

Fang Zhuo heartbroken and took out another piece of silver that was slightly bigger, and ordered, "Prepare some good wine and food, yes, and prepare a bucket of hot bath water."

Xiaoer's face bloomed with a smile, "Okay."

One of Fang Zhuo's basic personality settings is a cultivator, as long as he has time, he must practice.

He sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Duan Lin sat on the stool, poured himself a cup of tea to calm down, sat on the soft couch, and joined the ranks of cultivation.

In the past, he meditated and calmed down, but today his mind is impetuous, and he always wants to get closer to the master.

It was as if there was something on the man that was constantly tempting him, and a wave of heat gushed out of his body.

Duan Lin opened his eyes suddenly, touched the dantian, it was hot.

Fang Zhuo was sleeping with his eyes squinted, when he suddenly sensed the magic energy.

He didn't even open his eyes, he had already made a move, grabbed the opponent's neck, and felt that the hand felt wrong, so he opened his eyes immediately.

Terrible, the protagonist's face was pinched white.

Fang Zhuo let go of his hand in horror, frowned slightly, and asked, "What happened just now?"

Duan Lin covered his throat and coughed twice, "I don't know either."

Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, opened his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Although he couldn't directly see the state of the demon species, this kid was full of demon energy.

Especially the location of Dantian, that place is like a bottomless spring, and the devilish energy is gushing out continuously.

"Calm down, control your emotions, and imagine that the sea of ​​energy in the dantian is completely absorbed."

The man's voice was like a paintbrush, and Duan Lin's mind followed the description to show the picture, and the burning in Dantian quickly cooled down.

Seeing that the magic energy disappeared, Fang Zhuo released his consciousness to observe the entire inn.

After making sure that no cultivator noticed what happened just now, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled his face, "What were you thinking just now?"

Duan Lin looked away, her cheeks flushed.

Fang Zhuo, "...that expression looks familiar."

233,"Love is just beginning."

No wonder he was awkward along the way, and his mind was out of place. It turned out that he had a sweetheart.

Fang Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable, he agreed that the world would love me too, what does it mean to suddenly empathize with someone else?

He lowered his crossed legs, sat upright, and asked someone to stand in front of him.

"Which girl do you fall in love with?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled, "No."

Fang Zhuo looked serious, "Really?"

Guessing that there might be a misunderstanding, Duan Lin raised his eyelids and looked over. The man's exquisite face had the same dull expression as usual.

He shook his head firmly, "No."

Fang Zhuo stroked the young man's head, "You are still young, let's talk about feelings later."

Duan Lin, "I will keep the teaching in mind, and I will definitely practice hard so that I can protect my master in the future."

What a sincere heart, Fang Zhuo was moved, but also felt that the previous meal of jealousy was too dirty.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the room, and Xiao Er brought food.

Fang Zhuo pinched the young man's face, "Eat first."

Xiaoer is very good at coming, the food is suitable for meat and vegetables, and the taste is not bad.

It's a pity that Fang Zhuo's body was out of shape 200 years ago, and now the table is full of delicacies, so it's only worth looking at.

"This dish just looks delicious, so it must not taste good." He swallowed, cursing.

233 ruthlessly pierced his self-deception, "It looks delicious, look at the one next to you."

The little boy probably hasn't eaten these ordinary meals for a long time, but because of his personality, he is a little restrained, and his eating is still more ferocious than usual.

Fang Zhuo simply closed his four senses and pretended that he did not exist.

Duan Lin wiped his hands, pulled off a chicken leg, and swallowed nervously, "Master."

The man was as still as a statue.

Duan Lin got a little closer, smelled the faint sandalwood scent on Shizun, and swallowed nervously, "Master?"

Fang Zhuo is confronting the system.

Brother Ah San has been working for a long time, and he is getting more and more oily. He doesn't want to watch the kid eat, and the system prefers a sensual description.

Fang Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore, "Please shut up quickly."

Seeing that the host was really going to get angry, 233's humble tone instantly turned into persuasion, "Eat it if you want, it's okay, just take some elixir to purify and detoxify after eating."

It's not that Fang Zhuo doesn't want to, it's because he's afraid that he won't be able to restrain his eating and scare the child to death.

How long has he been in this crappy place, not to mention big fish and meat, he has never eaten boiled cabbage.

To cultivate a fairy, you have to cut off vulgar things, so what's the point of cultivating.

In the middle of grief and anger, something hot was suddenly smacked on the mouth.

Fang Zhuo stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it, what the hell, it was a delicious big chicken.

Duan Rin was a little nervous. He yelled a few times in a row but the master didn't respond. He guessed that he might have closed his perception.

As soon as my brain twitched, I fed it up.

His palms are sweating and his heart is beating wildly. Will Master get angry or get beaten? His behavior just now can be said to be very disobedient.

In the end, Master stuck out his tongue and licked it!

As if being encouraged, the young man raised his other hand, and lightly tugged on the wide sleeve hanging down below, "Master."

Fang Zhuo opened his eyes, his heart exploded with excitement.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the crispy skin and tender chicken thighs around his lips, then moved his head back, "You can eat by yourself, as a teacher, you don't need to eat."

Duan Lin took the chicken leg away in disappointment.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Since you want to honor the master, you should do it well, and you should persuade me a few more words.

As if hearing his hunger and thirst, Duan Lin took half of his hand, stretched it out again, and put the chicken leg into a clean bowl.

"Master, please eat some, it's really delicious."

Fang Zhuo was silent for a moment, then nodded reservedly.

Resisting his frightening appetite, he slowly but skillfully peeled the chicken off the leg bone.

Duan Lin blinked, followed the man's method, peeled off the other chicken leg, and put it into the master's bowl.

Fang Zhuo was moved into a fool in his heart, this big baby is so sweet.

The shop clerk guessed that he was trying to grasp the time, and the two of them just finished eating when they brought the wooden bucket and bath water.

The temperature of the bath water is on the high side, which is just right for taking a bath.

Fang Zhuo glanced at Duan Lin, cherishing words like gold, "Go take a bath."

Duan Lin walked to the bathtub and untied his clothes with his back turned.

Fang Zhuo glanced over, good guy, he's quite picky at such a young age.

The boy didn't take off the clothes on top, but left the clothes on purpose to cover his buttocks. He waited until he stepped into the bucket before throwing his coat on the stool.

Fang Zhuo was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he got up and walked out.

The yard was illuminated by the moonlight, and as soon as I sat down at the stone table, the proprietress twisted her waist and walked towards her with a smile on her face.

"Son."

Fang Zhuo shuddered all over, and nodded lightly.

The proprietress didn't feel that she was being treated coldly, but became excited, with crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

Although the person in front of him is plain in appearance, he has an outstanding temperament and looks good in figure. The most important thing is that this person is not short of money.

She has experienced many storms and waves, her eyes are sharp, and she can tell at a glance that the clothes, skirts and cuffs of the man are all embroidered with gold thread, which is worth a thousand taels to say the least.

This man's face almost didn't have the word local tyrant written on it.

"I don't think the young master is like a local. Is he here to visit relatives?" the proprietress asked softly.

Fang Zhuo said, "Passing by."

The proprietress half-covered her mouth with her handkerchief, and reminded, "Young master, you have to be careful. There are bandits guarding the outside of the town. Anyone who passes by will be robbed."

"Bandits?" Fang Zhuo asked the system angrily, "With me, Yuan Mingzong, in charge, there are bandits?"

233 said, "It's not an ordinary bandit, it's a demon cultivator."

"Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"Arrived only recently."

It's no wonder, but what is Moxiu doing in Yuan Mingzong's territory?Reminiscing about the old days and finding someone to die by the way?

He looked at the proprietress, "Thank you for reminding me."

The proprietress gave a "tsk", and leaned half of her body towards the opposite side, "In a few days, some people in the town will go out to buy, so why don't you stay for two more days, and then everyone will leave together, it's not safe."

The powdery smell lingering at the tip of his nose was too strong, Fang Zhuo sneezed, "Sorry, excuse me first."

The proprietress was so angry that her face turned green. This was the first time she was rejected by a man.

She used to be a lady from a brothel in the town, and she married Yuanwai eight years ago, but within two years, the old man kicked his legs and died.

The eldest lady couldn't tolerate her and drove her out.

The proprietress was young and pretty, and soon she married the owner of the inn by relying on her misery and superb acting skills.

I don't know if she was unlucky, her second husband also died of tuberculosis.

From then on, all the people in the town, young and old, called her a loser behind her back, and the possibility of remarrying was zero.

But if she meets a rich businessman and stays for a stay, she always wants to work hard, maybe she will be taken by the rich businessman and taken away as a concubine.

The young man just now was the most satisfying one she had met in a long time.

The more the proprietress thought about it, the more itchy she became, she took her skirt and left the yard slowly.

When Fang Zhuo returned to the house, Duan Lin had already washed, and asked Xiao Er to replace it with clean hot water.

Everyone is male, what you have, I have, there is nothing to hide, Fang Zhuo undressed and stepped into the bathtub.

Taking a bath this time is completely different from the last time I took a bath with a child in my arms. The space is big enough for people to stretch out.

He leaned on the tub, "Come here."

Duan Lin tightened his belt and approached, and the person who followed him was turned in a different direction, his wet hair was grabbed by one hand, the warmth came over him, and he insisted on drying his hair.

Fang Zhuo was quite satisfied with his results, and lazily withdrew his hand.

Duan Lin touched the ends of her hair, grabbed it tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, Master."

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the man's voice. He raised his head and saw the budding flower bud on the man's chest.

Bright red, vivid, just like the real thing.

Realizing that he was overstepping, he was about to retract his eyes, but found that the flower that he thought was just a totem had bloomed.

The petals bloom slowly one by one, and the pale pink on the chest is just close to each other.

Duan Lin groaned in his head, raised his hand and touched his nose, it was bleeding.

"Master, I'm going out to get some air." After leaving the words, he stumbled and ran out.

Not long after, whips sounded in the yard downstairs, crackling, as if the ground was trembling with it.

Fang Zhuo turned his legs up, "My good apprentice has improved a lot in whipping."

233 said, "He improved the whipping method you taught last time."

Fang Zhuo was surprised, "Really? Let me watch a live broadcast."

The system didn't lie, Duan Lin's whipping technique now practiced is more lethal than the original one, and every blow of the head is ruthless and murderous.

When he went out with a swish, the small flowerpot in the yard was broken to the ground.

The waiter in the shop didn't dare to fart, and timidly pretended not to see it, planning to run away.

"Stop." Duan Lin said.

Fang Zhuo was frightened by the momentum of that sound, he covered his chest in disbelief, "This is completely different from what it was in front of me."

233 sneered, "Can you be the same in front of your teacher as you are in front of your classmates?"

Of course not, we are all two-faced.

Fang Zhuo curled his lips and continued to watch.

The person in the picture had a cold face, took out a piece of silver from the kit bag on his waist, and threw it over.

Xiao Er caught it in fear, and then heard the boy on the opposite side say, "Don't let my brother know."

Fang Zhuo asked the system to turn off the live broadcast, a little proud and complacent, and said, "See, this is the prestige of being a parent."

233 Hehe, I didn't express my opinion. It's not certain who will be the head of the family in the future.

After venting in the yard, the nosebleed stopped, and the heartbeat returned to normal. Duan Lin washed his face with a bucket of well water, and went back upstairs with a whip in his hand.

As soon as I got to the third floor, I saw a woman, stooping furtively, peeping through the crack of the door.

The boy's calm face sank, and darkness surged in his eyes.

From the time he entered the door, he found that the woman looked at the master in the wrong way, and it turned out that she had dirty thoughts.

The proprietress who was about to knock on the door suddenly felt a chill in her stamina. Looking back, there was nothing in the empty corridor.

With a smirk, she tore the collar of her dress a little further, revealing a deep groove.

Then he put both hands on the door and pushed lightly. Before he could step in, a long black whip flew across the sky from his right hand.

The whip was like a terrible poisonous snake, wrapping around her waist forcefully, dragging her to the side with terrifying force.