The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

"Hey, have you heard? Yanlingmu, the young owner of Yanlang Villa, was killed by his fiancée, Song Yuhuan from the Kunlun faction. Yanlinghong, the owner of Yanlang Villa, was furious, and announced the pursuit of Song Yuhuan in the cultivation world make."

"Why did this good couple suddenly turn against each other, even to the point of dying?"

"I've heard people say that Yanlingmu, the young owner of Yanlang Mountain Villa, and Song Yuhuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, are jealous over a woman, and the fight is fierce."

"The woman in this rumor is really a disaster for a generation, and I don't know what kind of face she has that is so beautiful!"

In a small tea shed, two women sat quietly on a table in the corner. The young woman in a green shirt frowned slightly when she heard this, and glanced worriedly at the plain-clothed woman sitting opposite.

"I always feel something is wrong, you should be more careful." An Xiaosui carefully avoided the eyes of the three or two people around her, lowered her head and pretended to take a sip of tea from the bowl, and whispered something to Song Yuhuan.

"There is no one in this small town who can recognize me for the time being, so don't worry." As if seeing An Xiaosui's worry about him, Song Yuhuan just lowered his voice and said something comfortingly.The Kunlun disciple clothes she was wearing before had been completely destroyed in that fierce battle, but luckily she picked out an ordinary person's clothes from the space and changed into them.

The uniforms of the Kunlun School disciples are also based on white, with floating clouds embroidered on them, and sea-blue ribbons on the corners of the clothes, which looks quite fairy-like.

Over time, the clouds embroidered on the disciples' uniforms became the most convenient symbol for outsiders to distinguish the Kunlun School from other schools.

Although Song Yuhuan had already changed into a plain long gown during this trip, the "immortal spirit" she had cultivated in her bones had not diminished, which attracted many passers-by to watch, and she and An Xiaosui hid in the Resting in the corner of the tea shed, unexpectedly they heard such a version.

As the party concerned, Song Yuhuan heard people around her mention that she fought Yanlingmu because of An Xiaosui, and even killed her, so she couldn't help but bow her head and smile sarcastically.In this world, there are always people who hear and tell stories, and there are many people who add fuel to the truth and distort the facts.

Now, Song Yuhuan only hoped that she could return to the Kunlun School before Yanlinghong committed crimes against the Kunlun School to remind her master and fellow disciples to be more careful.Thinking of this, she lifted the tea bowl, raised her neck and drank all the tea in the bowl.

An Xiaosui felt that something was wrong when she walked into this tea shed, but she couldn't tell what was wrong, she just felt that these guests always looked at her and Song Yuhuan from time to time.

Especially just now, when Song Yuhuan drank the water in the tea bowl in front of everyone, An Xiaosui clearly saw a gleam of light in Xiaoer's eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile that was about to succeed in a plot.

"It seems that these two chicks are going to fall into our hands today." The owner of the tea shed took off the apron tied around his waist, waved to the three or two tea guests sitting on both sides, and approached An Xiaosui and Song Yuhuan together a table.

Xiaoer first drew a knife from his waist, and triumphantly approached Song Yuhuan who was sitting at the table.

"Whether we will fall into your hands is still unknown, but you dare to offend me, Song Yuhuan today, and you are asking for your own death." Song Yuhuan slapped the table, with a sarcastic sneer on his lips, and slowly turned to face the crowd.

"You... you are actually Song Yuhuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, the one who killed the young master of Yanlang Villa?!" The owner of the black shop still asked unrelentingly, the knife in his hand slipped slightly. tendency.

"Bah! Who cares about her, Song Yuhuan, Li Yuhuan, as long as we kill her, we can go to Yanlang Villa to receive the reward!"

"Yes, from now on, beauties will have everything they need, inexhaustible!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"Boss, don't be afraid, she has already drank our secret drug, she won't be awake for long!" Someone saw the hesitation of the black shop owner and hurriedly encouraged him.

"Do you think you can fool me, Song Yuhuan, just by the tricks of you mere mortals?" The guys next to Song Yuhuan and An Xiaosui fell on their backs one by one, crying out incessantly.

"Let's go." Song Yuhuan tidied up the sleeves she had messed up, called An Xiaosui without frowning, and walked out of the tea shed.

An Xiaosui looked at the few people who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up, silently lit a few candles for them, and followed them quickly with short legs.

The female supporting role, Da Da, was so handsome just now!An Xiao was infatuated for a while, and suddenly bumped into a soft object.

"I don't offend people, why do people offend me?" Song Yuhuan's faint sigh came from above her head. Before she went down the mountain, she had been living in a pure world, where there was only the master she respected, or those who respected or worshiped her. Brothers and sisters.

"Isn't this the same as if I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me?" An Xiaosui thought for a while, and gave such an answer.

"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me?" Song Yuhuan read An Xiaosui's words in a low voice, and seemed to understand something, and finally let go of his frowning.

"This world is not as beautiful as you imagined. Human nature is greedy. No one will give you anything aimlessly." An Xiaosui turned to Song Yuhuan. She couldn't get used to female supporting roles always like this. Soft-hearted, in the end being calculated by others.

"No! You are wrong. My master has raised me for many years, taught me to read and write, and practice exercises. I have never complained. I grew up with my brothers and sisters, and I have been with each other for more than ten years. Could it be that they treat me with respect? Is there a purpose in approaching and giving?"

Song Yuhuan directly interrupted An Xiaosui's words, she raised her eyebrows noncommittally, and stared at An Xiaosui quietly with her pair of water-cut autumn eyes.

"Well, I hope you will always think so in the future." An Xiaosui really couldn't tell her the changes Song Yuhuan would face in the future, how could she bear to tell her that her most respected master would abandon her in the face of fame and fortune How could she bear to say that she died at the hands of her most beloved junior sister in the end?Moreover, he was pierced through the heart with a sword, and died without knowing why.

"It's you, why do you have such pessimistic thoughts at such a young age?" Song Yuhuan became very interested in An Xiaosui's thoughts.

"...If you are like me, who was used by the person you love the most and then abandoned, you will understand why I came to such a conclusion and have such a pessimistic view." Ignore yourself more than Song Yuhuan At the question of being four years older, An Xiaosui raised the corners of her lips and smiled bleakly at Song Yuhuan.

She was in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend in modern times, and his boyfriend was always running around to make ends meet, and even asked An Xiaosui for money when he was destitute.

At that time, An Xiaosui was only a student, so naturally she didn't have much savings on hand, but in order for her boyfriend to tide over the difficulties, she kept her parents from working part-time and took several odd jobs.Collect enough money and send it together.

Later, her boyfriend asked her for money more and more times, which made her feel suspicious. For this reason, she made a special call to her boyfriend. She thought it would be her boyfriend who answered the phone, but the other end of the phone came It was a delicate female voice, and the other party advised her to let go early and told her to give up that heart.

Only then did An Xiaosui know that her boyfriend had been using the hard-earned money she sent over to support other girls.

Heartbroken, she ruthlessly cut off her years-long relationship with her boyfriend, immersed herself in online writing, and soon became famous on a certain literary website.

Then, in a flash of her brain, she wrote the article she was traveling through now...

And then, I was cursed by a reader to time travel...