Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Rumors abounded on Baishi Mountain, Geng Sanghua just pretended he couldn't hear or see, he was very busy!

Since the moment Yuan Xu was driven down the mountain, he was busy meditating behind closed doors, and turned his head into the secret cave in the back mountain.Yuan Xu refused to accept it before, and refused to go down the mountain to practice, saying that he wanted to enter the sword cliff to face his mistakes, but he refused to beat him to death.In addition to the reason why he couldn't tell, he still had a huge secret that he couldn't tell.

The Baishi Mountain school has been established for more than a thousand years, and it has been full of calculations, eight months and 23 days in [-].The secrets in the secret cave in the back mountain can only be known by the heads of the past generations.

Taoist Yan, the founder of the mountain, was the first master of Baishi Mountain and the master of Geng Sang Hua.After Yan Taoist fell, the only surviving Geng Sanghua of Baishi Mountain became the second master of course.

Since then, it has been in town for more than a thousand years.

There were only two masters in Baishi Mountain.So after Taoist Yan fell, the secret cave in Houshan became a tree cave where Geng Sang painted a person.

He likes being here.

In the past, when there was no Yuan Xu for more than 1000 years, he stayed in the secret cave most of the time.It's called meditation practice, and outsiders also think that he is in the period of rushing through the catastrophe, so that he can ascend in the daytime. No one knows that he is retreating in the secret cave, just sitting in a daze.

Right now, Geng Sanghua is also in a daze, and his spiritual breath is completely extinguished.He sat cross-legged in the secret cave, with his head hanging halfway, looking as if he was dead.

With a whoosh, suddenly a paper crane vibrated its wings, and rushed into the depths of the secret cave like a sharp arrow, until it reached the incense table in the sarcophagus of the secret cave.The paper crane went round and round, but couldn't find the aura it was familiar with. It hesitated, and stopped in the middle of the sarcophagus, not knowing what to do.

"Stupid!" Geng Sanghua sneered, lazily raised his eyelids, and snapped his fingers.

The origami crane fluttered its wings and flew towards him, stopped at his fingertips, and uttered words. "Report to His Excellency that the boy named Yuan Xu has gone down the mountain to Xuli Village and is eating in a seafood restaurant called Cuihualou."

Geng Sanghua lowered his gaze, staring at the vermilion long beak of the paper crane at his fingertips, thinking for a while. "Is the restaurant serious? Is there a young woman to help?"

The paper crane flapped its wings and replied solemnly: "There is a young girl playing and singing, and Yuan Xu stared at her as soon as he entered the door, and he stared at her for ten breaths."

Gee!

Geng Sanghua immediately felt uncomfortable everywhere, and raised his hand and fanned the paper crane away.

"My lord, my lord!" The paper crane flapped its wings and twirled in mid-air, and hurriedly gave Yuan Xu a small report. "That kid named Yuan Xu is investigating the case, and he didn't have a relationship with that woman."

Geng Sanghua became even more lazy, and only smiled coolly. "I asked you to find out the news from the foot of the mountain. Why are you staring at him for no reason?"

The paper crane man choked for a moment, stood up on his lonely feet, stood on the huge sarcophagus in the center of the secret cave, and sighed. "These two incidents were originally the same thing. That kid named Yuan Xu went to Xuli Village to investigate the matter of the demon cultivator."

"……Oh."

"When he was eating in a restaurant, he got into a fight with some demon cultivators." Zhihe raised his foot and yanked his forehead hair, reporting with a serious look.

"……Oh."

"The little boy named Yuan Xu encountered a few demon cultivators from Baihuamen, but those demon cultivators were very clever and specially disguised themselves as mortal men." Xian He raised his long neck and laughed unabashedly.

Geng Sanghua took a little seriously for half a second.The Baihuamen are all women, but thousands of years ago during the Dao Demon War, all the people in the Baihuamen died, and there was not a single one left.Where does Baihuamen come from now?As No. 1 in the world of cultivating immortals, why hasn't he heard of it?

"Are you sure you are a cultivator of Baihuamen?" Geng Sanghua interrupted the crane's laughter.

The paper crane choked again, choking back its laughter as if someone had its throat choked. "It is indeed from the Hundred Flowers Sect, but for some reason, all the members of the Hundred Flowers Sect have now turned into demon cultivators, and they feed on strong and strong men in the world."

Geng Sang frowned slightly with his long eyebrows. "How many women did he fight with?"

...Smashing and slapping, is it just stuffed with sauce?

Even if you don't have sauce and stuffing, can you just hug and hug?

After all, the other party is a demon cultivator!

Geng Sanghua's face darkened slightly, and with his hands on his knees, he couldn't help but snorted.

Zhihe didn't understand Yuan Xu's mind like Yuan Xu's. He scratched the dull hair on the top of his head with his thin claws, thought about what he saw in Xuli Village, and honestly reported: "At the beginning of the fight, those demon cultivators were still Pretending to be a mortal man. Later, when I found out that I couldn't beat them, I turned into a young woman."

Geng Sanghua has a toothache.He subconsciously snorted again, and said unhappy, "Win?"

"No."

Geng Sanghua raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer, "What's the matter, he pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

The paper crane lowered its paw scratching its head, slightly bent its right leg, and reported cleverly. "Those demon cultivators were wearing very little clothes. As long as Yuan Xu stretched out his hand, they would use their chests. Yuan Xu fought quite strenuously, so..."

"So he lost?!" Geng Sanghua got up angrily, his long gown trembling like water ripples in the room.

Mahayana practitioners are prone to anger and anger, which is a sign of unstable realm.Geng Sanghua was only angry for a moment, and immediately realized that his soul was in a state of disorder again. He raised his hand to caress his forehead, and couldn't help cursing angrily. "How can this yellow-mouthed child be so unbearable!"

The paper crane lifted its slender legs, and said in surprise: "I never lost. Yuan Xu won, it's just..."

Every trace of spiritual breath in the body was beating vigorously, and the spiritual blood in the blood vessels seemed to be burning. This familiar restlessness made Geng Sanghua stop breathing for a moment.He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and after a long time, he sneered coldly and said: "You are a sliver of my consciousness, but it turns out that you are just like others, and you are used to laughing at me. That's right, You are all laughing at me, you are all laughing at me as the last ruthless Taoist cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals... for being tempted by my own disciple."

The paper crane raised its snow-white and soft neck in a daze, and the reflection in the slender bird's eyes reflected the scene inside the cave.

In the secret cave of Baishi Mountain that no one dared to enter, Geng Sanghua was wearing an ice-silk snow-colored long gown, his peach blossom eyes were red, he raised his face, and his thin red lips curled into a sneering sneer.

"My lord, my lord... ah!"

Geng Sanghua raised his hand suddenly, pinched lightly in the void, and made a movement of fingers together.The paper crane stopped on the sarcophagus suddenly seemed to be stuck in the neck, and tears fell from the slender bird's eyes, and let out the last cry desperately.

When a bird is about to die, its song also mourns.

Geng Sanghua walked barefoot in front of the sarcophagus, stared coldly at the spirit crane that had been conjured up by his mind, twitched his index finger lightly, and with a bang, the crane with white feathers and red crown finally fell down the sarcophagus.Head down, slender feet and lonely, can no longer speak.

No one can talk to him anymore.

He had been talking to Ling He, who had been transformed by his own spiritual thoughts for hundreds of years, and listened to the crane teasing all kinds of ordinary people down the mountain.The crane was his ears, his eyes, and in the end, it gradually became his mouth and tongue.

Linghe gradually replaced him, making fun for him, sorrow and joy for him.

Very occasionally, Geng Sanghua would also talk to Linghe about these people carved on the cliff of the secret cave.On the cliff carvings, everyone's clothes are like the wind, and everyone is a beautiful boy in his prime.Geng Sang Painting Club and Linghe talked about the handsome and youthful Sixteenth Senior Brother on the far left with a smile, and said that Sixteenth Senior Brother often secretly went down the mountain to buy plum cakes for him.Once Master Yan Taoist caught him and was fined to face the wall for ten years.He wiped his tears and went to look at Shiliu Senior Brother, but Shiliu Senior Brother smiled and told him that it was worth the punishment for buying plum cakes for Xiao Weilei.

That time, through the small palm-sized hole exposed on the cliff, Brother Sixteen raised his hand to touch his face, and asked him with a smile, Wei Lei, is the plum cake delicious?

...Is the plum cake delicious?

Geng Sanghua lowered his eyes, and after a while, he curled his lips into a smile.delicious! More than 1000 years ago, there were flowers blooming at the foot of Baishi Mountain, and the market was bustling and noisy. How could the plum blossom cake made by those happy people not taste good?Take a bite into your lips, there is clearly a plum blossom fragrance coming from your nostrils.

It's just, it's a pity.Brother Sixteen had never tasted such a delicious plum cake until the day he died in battle at the mountain gate.

More than 1000 years... Speaking of it, even the tears have dried up long ago.

For more than a thousand years, Geng Sanghua has never spoken the truth to anyone.Today's Linlang Lower Realm is no longer known, but the Daoist War actually originated in the ancient era and lasted for more than ten thousand years. During the war, countless Taoist, demonic, ghost, and demon cultivators fell.

On the way of practice, there are mountains of bones.

Geng Sanghua never expects anyone to understand him, and...he doesn't need anyone to understand him anymore.Thousands of years ago, on the day when the Daoist War ended, all the cultivating sects in the lower realm were slaughtered.

They lost.Ruthless Dao suffered a crushing defeat.

Even if he traveled all over the land of Linlang Realm, he would never find another ruthless Taoist like him.He was the only one left.

……Ah!

Geng Sanghua lowered his eyelids and smiled coldly.

Thousands of years ago, the Baishi Mountain sect was destroyed, and everyone died.Master, brothers...all of them are dead.But why did they die?Because the sky can't tolerate it!Thousands of years ago, the battle between the Ruthless Dao and the Extreme Passionate Dao in the upper realm finally came to an end.After the dust settled, the extremely passionate Taoist priest sat in the shrine, and the ruthless Taoist priest fell into the divine prison.The flames of war in the upper realm brought disaster to these mortal cultivators in the lower realm. From that day on, there was no place in the sky or earth for their ruthless Taoist cultivators.

A single thought of the gods can destroy the world.They are nothing but pond fish.

God...

Geng Sanghua walked to the cliff carving of the secret cave alone with his long hair loose, and forbidden talismans appeared everywhere he stepped barefoot.After Yuan Xu went down the mountain, he drank a full 120 altars of Liuxianzui.

Liuxian is drunk, drunk to the soul, but can't deceive his own heart.

But he couldn't tolerate Yuan Xu staying by his side any longer.

Geng Sanghua gently caressed the faces of those brothers who were once familiar to the bones carved on the cliff of the secret cave.They were all alive, they all talked and laughed at Yanyan, thousands of years ago, they smiled and waved at him, and said to him, Xiao Weilei, you are so soft-tempered, and one day you will support the entire Baishi Mountain. But what to do?

...I don't want to support Baishi Mountain.Seven-year-old Geng Sanghua retorted childishly, raising his face and puffing out his fleshy cheeks.Aren't there brothers?Why do I have to do such a hard and stupid thing to support Baishi Mountain by myself.

Hahahaha!

The brothers all laughed.

The hearty laughter concealed the misery in the eyes of the brothers.

Master Yan Taoist just folded his hands like that, brushed the dust slightly, and lowered his eyes to see them laughing.

Yes, the sky does not tolerate ruthlessness.Even the secret that he is the last successor of the Ruthless Dao can no longer be known to anyone.

No one knows that he can protect this Baishi Mountain.

Geng Sanghua smiled idiotically, with long hair drooping, he walked barefoot through this secret cave that no one has ever entered.Step by step, talismans spread all over.

Every step is a ghost of the past.