Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Bang!

A figure in white rushed out like a cannonball, and then was shot back with his feet.

The figure in white lay miserably on the ground of Baishi Mountain, with his buttocks pouted, eating a mouthful of mud.He raised his head and yelled, "Brother, you are too hard on your feet."

Yuan Xu squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at one of the unlucky little juniors in the sun. The handle of the black long whip hit the palm of his hand, turned his face, and reprimanded in a cold voice: "Cheer up! Otherwise, it will be like a little six." Same, only eat dirt!"

In July, there is fire, and cicadas sing tall trees.

There are a hundred or so disciples on Baishi Mountain, dressed in plain white clothes, listening to the elder brother's lecture with their heads up.

Everyone looked envious.

This is the No.12 year of Yuan Xu Chuanshu.

As a master of the Xianxia world who doesn't know the plot and doesn't remember the ending of the characters, Yuan Xu feels that he has been wronged!

He doesn't like to read novels, so he gets up on time at five o'clock in the morning, and after running for half an hour, he gets a bowl of porridge and three steamed buns.

The faucet was turned on, and the water flowed three thousand feet straight down.

He is muscular and has all the mermaid lines in his abs.

His biceps are best suited for the wall.

...He didn't have time to do push-ups for anyone in his 28-year-old life, so he was caught off guard.Back to the stunned 20-year-old.

"Look up! Tighten your belly!"

Yuan Xu knocked on the pointer with his hand, his gaze was like an AK47, scanning each one.

"Report big brother!"

Twelve, the youngest direct disciple of the sect master, popped out, with his chest and belly sticking out, and winked at him mysteriously.

So everyone knew that this was to say something about Master.

The whole house roared with laughter.

"quiet!"

Yuan Xu tapped Twelve's belly, then stopped laughing and said, "Master told you to go down the mountain to buy wine again?"

"Eldest brother, you are amazing!" Twelve thumbs up, with dimples on his baby face, flattering him, "I didn't go down the mountain privately this time!"

Twelve said that he took out a bag of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to Yuan Xu. "Here, it was given by the daughter of the old Jiang's family in the town, and there is a purse embroidered for you hidden in it!"

Yuan Xu had a headache. "You want it for you? Can't you throw it away?"

Twelve looks confident. "How can I throw away the purse given by the girl's family?"

Yuan Xu had a headache even more.

"Send the money back to Master!" Yuan Xu said to Twelve.

Twelve steps back three feet away, but it was not enough, so he flew up to the top of the tree, condescendingly raised his chin to Yuan Xu and said, "I won't go! Master asked me to buy wine, and I will give you all his money bag I'm going to go to you!"

"Why?" Yuan Xu sneered.

"Because you are a senior brother!" Twelve said loudly, louder than mentioning the purse of old Jiang's daughter. "Master loses his temper, and even the land of Baishi Mountain has to be scraped off three feet. Elder brother, if you don't handle it, who will?"

Yuan Xu was so angry that he couldn't refute!

Yuan Xu held the money bag in his hand, as if he was holding the life of a disciple of Baishi Mountain, it was so heavy that it made people feel terrified.

**

After a cup of tea.

Yuan Xu held more than 100 lives in Baishi Mountain and stood in front of the Bailou and knocked on the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

Benedict!

Three long and one short are the Morse code he taught the people of Baishi Mountain after he came to this world.

There was no sound in the white building.

In the three-story attic, only Shizun Geng Sanghua lived.

Yuan Xu looked up at the sky, the sun was hanging above his head, according to the ancients, it should be noon.According to the usual practice, at this time, Master should be lying on the bamboo couch and eating iced fruit.

Yuan Xu sighed, leaned in front of the small bronze-colored door, and suddenly raised his belly and shouted: "Master——! The watermelon is here!"

creak.

The door opened from the inside.

A jade-white hand stretched out condescendingly.

With the palm facing up, the slender fingertips slightly bent, and hooked.

Resigned to his fate, Yuan Xu squeezed in through the crack of the door, looked inside, and saw that his master was indeed wearing a white robe casually on his body, with his chest open and his long hair uncombed, he came down barefoot to open the door for him.

"Master, even though it's July weather, it's not good for you to be so greedy for coolness." Yuan Xu first slapped the money bag in Master's palm, and then patiently explained to him. "Twelve went down the mountain, and I didn't buy wine with you. Lao Jiang's family sent melons up the mountain the next day."

He was answered with a blank stare.

Geng Sanghua snorted coldly through his nostrils, withdrew Yubai's hand and put it in his sleeve.Then he walked back to the soft couch, with his back turned to him, sulking all by himself.

Yuan Xu walked over and coaxed him nicely. "Master, your mind and soul are unstable now, and you almost lost your temper a few days ago. You can't drink any more of this wine!"

Geng Sanghua ignored him, lowered his head and pulled out a purse from the purse.The plain white background is embroidered with a clump of green bamboo, and the word "Original" is embroidered with tiny colorful threads at the corner.At the mouth of the beam, tie a concentric knot woven with two-color thread.

"Old Jiang's daughter wants to prostitute you again?" Geng Sanghua gave him a sideways look.

Yuan Xu smiled wryly. "The disciple didn't dare to take it."

Geng Sanghua weighed the purse over and over in his hands, and after a while, he sneered. "You have been a beginner for more than ten years. In the first years, you were stupid and only knew how to practice swords. Now that you are old, you only want to abandon me, an old man, to marry a wife and have children. Pity me for taking you away... "

"Ahem," Yuan Xu couldn't listen anymore, his honey-colored face was very thin, and the tips of his ears were a little red. "Master, this disciple was already eight years old when he went up the mountain, and he can go to the toilet by himself."

"What's the matter, you still want to refute me?" Geng Sanghua stepped onto the couch barefoot, a head taller than Yuan Xu, condescendingly contemptuous of him. "I knew that every time you mentioned the girl from Lao Jiang's family, you would defend her wholeheartedly! You don't have me as a master in your heart!"

Yuan Xu rubbed the tip of his nose and smiled wryly.

He has been here for 12 years, and he still hasn't figured out the strange temper of this master.I just remember that in the original book, Baishishan's swordsmanship is all over the world, and his precious master is known as the number one sword in the world.

Ashamed to say!After 12 years of sword practice with his master, he still doesn't know what the best swordsmanship in the world should look like, so he accidentally became the head disciple.

Then, because the master was too lazy, he accidentally became the senior brother who was responsible for the entire Baishi Mountain.

As a person in charge, he naturally can't be too fussy about being a human being.

So Yuan Xu softened his voice, and turned around the topic lightly. "Master, this disciple combs your hair for you."

The painter Geng Sang was still standing on the couch, his smooth toenails were shiny and pale pink.His long hair covered half of his face, but it didn't affect his good looks as an old man.

The world's number one sword fearing Taoist, the real person lives up to his name, with picturesque features.

"You're smart!" Geng Sanghua raised his chin, sat cross-legged on the couch, and reluctantly said, "Just comb your style the day before yesterday."

Yuan Xu picked up a jade comb from the frame under the window, and said softly, "You are a master. The style of a disciple is not suitable for you."

"Why not?" Geng Sanghua was unhappy again.

"The disciple doesn't wear a crown, so you can let it out on the back of your shoulders. Master, you..." Yuan Xu suddenly hesitated, and under the comb, the master's ink-like hair slid across his fingertips.

Yuan Xu suddenly wondered how old Geng Sanghua was.

Before transmigrating into the book, he was a standard modern person and knew nothing about the ancients.He didn't even know anything about the fictional world of Xianxia.

According to the occasional mention by the juniors of Baishi Mountain, this continent was raging with war thousands of years ago, and the three ancient sects that cultivated immortals were collectively destroyed at that time.Thousands of years ago, the demons came out, and thousands of corpses from the three major sects hung all over the forest.Geng Sang Hua came from that legendary era, crawling out from the pile of corpses, one person with one sword, and finally achieved the reputation of the world's number one sword.

But what the devil looked like, whether he was punished, and how Geng Sanghua counterattacked, no one knew.

Anyone who knows is dead.

Geng Sanghua snorted through his nostrils, stood barefoot on the floor, thought for a while, and said, "No, don't interrupt!"

Geng Sanghua put his hands on his hips, full of momentum.Thanks to his good looks, he is quite talented, with picturesque features, but when he speaks, he is arrogant and unreasonable. "As a teacher, I just want to comb your hair. What do you say, comb it or not?"

"Comb, comb! I'll comb it for you." Yuan Xu sighed helplessly inwardly.

"Go, bring that bronze mirror for me, I want to see if you kid is fooling me." Geng Sang Hua won the quarrel, happily, but another incident happened.

Yuan Xu sighed silently again, took the bronze mirror from under the window, and handed it to Geng Sang Hua.

Geng Sanghua held up the bronze mirror with his left hand. From the mirror, he could see his own very handsome face, with long eyebrows drawn into the temples, eye waves naturally shrouded in smoke, and black hair spread over his shoulders like ink.Behind him stood a tall man in a snow-white disciple's robe——his first disciple, Yuan Xu, was born with honey-colored skin, and he always spoke respectfully to him, but there was always something strange that couldn't be said.

Yuan Xu's face appears and disappears in the bronze mirror.

Sometimes Yuan Xu lowered his head to comb his hair, and he could see the arc of Yuan Xu's jaw flashing by in the mirror.Sometimes it is Yuan Xu's slender fingers that swim through his hair like fish.

Yuan Xusheng's bright eyebrows and starry eyes are a rare wheat color in this era.In the entire world of cultivating immortals, probably only his family, Yuan Xu, has this color.

Geng Sanghua twitched the corner of his lips, just in time to meet the eyes of his eldest disciple Yuan Xu.

Master, you spy on me again.

So said the eyes.