Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Although Song Yunyin strongly refused, but under Mo Zixuan's insistence, the two went down the mountain together.

The setting sun splashed a crimson gradually dyed landscape painting on the top of the mountain, and a few birds gradually flew away. The two walked down the mountain along the long winding stone path, towards the small town outside the mountain.

Song Yunyin is obviously not very interested in things like the street market. Zhang Liangshao has always felt that he has a sense of aristocratic class in his bones. Apart from what he thinks is "serious things", he doesn't pay much attention to other things, walking on the road They are out of tune with others.

Just look at him walking around with Mo Zixuan along the way, calm as water.

How boring.

He held Zhang Liangshao in his hands, silently acting like a big demon.

"I want to eat candied haws."

He said to him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"No."

"Buy it for me."

"No."

"If you don't buy it for me, I'll come out and buy it myself!"

"...Why do you buy it, you won't be able to eat it even if you buy it." Song Yunyin's tone was more helpless.

"I don't care! You take it, I'll go back and eat."

Song Yunyin couldn't help it, so he bought a candied haws, asked the vendor to wrap it in kraft paper, and held it in his hand.

Mo Zixuan followed behind, blinking inexplicably, "Brother, did you buy... candied haws?"

Song Yunyin glanced at him, "What? You want it too?"

Mo Zixuan's eyes lit up, "Sure!"

After all, he looked at Song Yunyin expectantly.

"Don't buy it for him!"

A certain sword spirit ordered again in Song Yunyin's sea of ​​knowledge.

Song Yunyin took out all the money bags, straightened the folds on them and put them back.

Mo Zixuan: "???"

"Buy it yourself." Song Yunyin poker-faced, turned and left with the candied haws that Zhang Liangshao hand-picked.

Mo Zixuan: ...

Zhang Liangshao was satisfied.

……

Song Yunyin and Mo Zixuan entered the bookstore together.The latter took the book list in his hand and went to find the book he wanted, while the former walked around the building casually.

This bookstore has been in the small town for many years. The bookshelves are densely packed and stacked on top of each other. Being in the narrow bookshelves, it seems to have entered another world. It is so quiet that it seems that I am alone and isolated from the outside world.

Inadvertently, a wisp of black air emerged from Song Yunyin's scabbard, passed through the yellowed pages, worn books, and separated from his master by a row of bookshelves, and turned into a human form.

Zhang Liangshao made a disguise, made his hair and eyes black, put on a high ponytail, looked like a gentleman, looked at the person diagonally across the spine of the book, and secretly smiled with his mouth covered.

He tiptoed around the bookshelf, and was about to give that person a surprise attack, but he slammed into a warm embrace.

With a low cry, he fell backwards, and when he was only a short distance away from the bookshelf behind him, someone grabbed his back.

Song Yunyin stared at someone's surprised eyes, frowned, and stuffed the candied haws in his hand into his half-open lips.

"Bullshit."

Zhang Liangshao held his own hard body on his back, wrapped his hands around Song Yunyin's neck, and the candied haws in his mouth were round, making his cheeks bulge, and he couldn't help but licked it.

Sweet rock candy, delicious.

"Brother?"

Mo Zixuan heard the noise, and when he came down to look for Song Yunyin, someone was holding a sword and a history book with one hand, looking serious.

"I just heard someone over here..."

"Well, a passerby."

"Yes... is it?"

"You bought it? Let's go."

"Oh—by the way, brother, where's your candied haws?"

"……ate."

"...That's it."

Behind the bookshelf, a childish ghost, the Millennium Sword Spirit, Zhang Liangshao held a red candied gourd upright in front of his chest. Almond eyes rolled around, holding back a smile.

When the two left the bookstore, Mo Zixuan suggested, "It's hard to come out, let's go shopping again!"

Song Yunyin was noncommittal.

At this time, I happened to pass by a jewelry stall, and there were two couples on the street who were buying hairpins. Their conversation went like this.

"Oh, this hairpin is so pretty!"

"How much is the boss?"

"Fifty Wen."

"It's so expensive...forget it."

"Boss, I bought this hairpin."

"Oh, why did you buy it so expensive? Waste of money!"

"Buy it if you like it—come on, I'll put it on for you...it's so beautiful, you're like the clouds on the other side."

"...Death! You know how to say good things."

……

Because of blowing Sting...

After digesting a stick of candied haws, Zhang Liangshao, who had already returned to the sword, made a sound.

"Song Yunyin! I want you to buy me a sword tassel!"

"...You are not Wenjian."

"I don't care, I want you to put it on for me."

"..."

"Cool-love-bottom-er!" Zhang Liangshao urged.

Song Yunyin sighed silently, took the sword and walked to a stall selling accessories.

"Boss, is there anyone selling sword tassels here?"

"Yes, this fairy master, this row is all, these sword tassels are all woven by my mother-in-law, look, what a wonderful pattern! No one else has it, do you want to buy one?"

"Brother, do you want to buy a sword tassel? How about this blue one? It matches the Lingyuan Sword very well." Mo Zixuan walked up and picked up a blue round jade sword tassel from it.

With a fart!

Zhang Liangshao remained silent, thinking that if Song Yunyin chose this one, he would melt the remaining half of the old popsicle in his Qiankun bag later.

Song Yunyin was clearly aware of the pissing nature of his own sword spirit, and automatically skipped the one in Mo Zixuan's hand, and picked up a red tassel from the row of sword tassels, "Boss, how much is this?"

"Guest officer, fifty Wen."

Song Yunyin started to pay without saying a word.

At this moment, a certain sword spirit suddenly interjected, "It's so expensive, forget it."

"...Do you want it or not?"

"……want."

So Song Yunyin went on to pay for it.

Zhang Liangshao also continued to make trouble out of no reason, "You still buy it if it's so expensive, it's a waste of money."

Song Yunyin: "..."

He ignored a certain sword spirit who was stuck in some script, took the sword tassel from the store, and put it on the head of the sword. The red tassels fell vertically and fluttered with the wind, setting off the whole sword even more beautifully. The silver light is shining, elegant and agile.

"Am I beautiful?" Zhang Liangshao asked warmly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He clearly knew that the sword body still looked like the "Li Yuan Sword" at this moment, so he still came up with this proposition.

Song Yunyin: "..."

I don't know if it's beautiful or not, but it's true that there are many dramas.

……

"Brother, it's getting late, let's go back."

The two of them wandered around for a while, seeing that it was getting late and the street was already lit with lanterns, Mo Zixuan still couldn't finish his words.

Song Yunyin nodded, heaving a sigh of relief when no one noticed.

At this moment, a strange wind came from nowhere, and the stalls on the market were blown crookedly. Starting from the archway on the street, the bright yellow lanterns were extinguished one by one, and the crowd suddenly fell into a panic. In panic.

"No, it's the demon cultivator! The demon cultivator is here!"

The crowd dispersed, and the entire street was quickly emptied. In the middle of a messy market, a black wind gathered, and a few masked men in black with long knives appeared, staring at the only two people standing on the street. .

"Leader of Ling Xiao," the leader raised the long knife in his hand, and the nine shiny rings on the back of the knife fell backward together, reflecting the cold moonlight.

"Hand over the secret treasure, and spare your life."

Song Yunyin squinted his eyes, moved his left fingertips, but did not draw his sword.

"The visitors are not kind, senior brother, you go first! I'll stop them!" Mo Zixuan pulled out the long sword at his waist in a hurry, raised his sword tactics at them, and charged forward.

Song Yunyin glanced at Mo Zixuan, but did not stop him.

He thought to himself that it had been a while since the last time he went to the secret realm, maybe Zixuan had been practicing swordsmanship hard for a while...

"Ouch!"

The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and Mo Zixuan landed in front of him, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty, "Senior brother... hurry up..."

A very familiar scene.

Song Yunyin's face was expressionless, and the last trace of luck in his heart was gone.

"Why don't you make a move, and kill someone for Shen Jianzong, so that Lingzhao Peak can pretend that there is no such disciple."

Zhang Liangshao complained in his mind.

"He is an excellent disciple of Lingzhao Peak." Song Yunyin replied.

"……Oh, is it so?"

One person and one sword fell into silence.

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