Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Xu was looking at him from behind, Geng Sanghua knew about it, but he didn't really want to know about it.

Yuan Xu was his disciple, and now he not only got divorced from his disciple, but also inexplicably returned to his seven-year-old body.He was held in the arms of his disciples, fed with his mouth open, and openly bickered in the restaurant.

All of this was something Geng Sanghua never thought about.

Even when he was really seven years old, he couldn't act like a baby with anyone.The brothers doted on him and protected him, but they were limited to helping him go down the mountain to buy various snacks, or covering him in front of the master when he was practicing sword training.

Geng Sanghua is an orphan, born in a famous family of Xiuxian, but his parents are both dead, he has never been favored by anyone.

Yuan Xu doted on him.

This is something he cannot face.

The wind in the afternoon in early spring is very good, and the wind is mixed with the fragrance of vegetation breaking ground.Geng Sanghua ran for a long time, but did not hear Yuan Xu's footsteps chasing him.

Instead, he ran to a strange and busy long street.

Geng Sanghua stopped slowly, looked around, the long street was connected to the alley, behind a big elm money tree there was a small building, the plaque on the building was dilapidated, and there were two unknown beasts squatting at the door, One of the stone beasts lost its ears, and the copper bell under its neck was broken.Looking up again, the building was dark.

...In fact, it is not that the building is black, but that this building is like a black abyss in the sight of Geng Sanghua.

Geng Sanghua took a few steps back subconsciously, and the alert value unique to spiritual practitioners continued to rise.

This building is dangerous!

But under the warm sun in early spring, this building is like a Gu. Geng Sanghua sensed the danger, and also sensed the fatal temptation.Something in his blood was ready to move, urging him to go on, and on.

Geng Sanghua clenched his fists and couldn't help but took a few steps forward, stepping into this quiet narrow alley from the bustling long street.

When passing through the alley, a line of small silver characters flashed into Geng Sanghua's eyes: Jianjia Alley.

Or maybe something else was fleeting at the same time.Soon, even Geng Sang, a mortal cultivator who has been painting for more than a thousand years, couldn't see clearly.But he didn't have time to see clearly, his feet had turned uncontrollably into this strange small building at the end of the alley.

As he got closer, Geng Sanghua realized that this building was actually a calligraphy and painting shop. The shop looked very old, with mottled black lacquer boards, and two dark gold copper rings lying quietly.I don't know when the sky is gloomy, the wind is gloomy, and the light is dim and not very clear.The dim light enveloped the small building, and it became more and more faint with a strange beauty.

Geng Sanghua lowered his eyes and stood there for a moment, raised Yurun's fingers, and with a creak, he pushed open the black lacquer door of the calligraphy and painting shop.There was no one behind the three-foot-high counter, scrolls were hung on the four walls of the shop, and there was a gangster in the southeast corner, through which one could climb into the second-floor attic.

Geng Sanghua stood still in front of the bed, raised his head, the strange bone above Tianling Gai was beating uneasily, as if trying to break free from him, and went straight to the second floor attic.

What's in the attic?

The wind in the calligraphy and painting shop became more and more strange, and it brushed Geng Sanghua's hair strand by strand. The hair rope that Yuan Xu tied up for him broke at some point, and fell lightly to the ground, soon covered with a layer of hair. Fine yellow sand.If Geng Sanghua was awake now, he should be able to see this scene.

But now he can't wake up, the wind is pouring into his ears like a tide, rustling, beautiful and strange.

When the wind died down, Geng Sanghua was already floating in front of the window on the second floor.The narrow window more than a foot high is half open, and there is a tree with beautiful branches and leaves outside the window on the second floor.A lantern hung on the treetop, shining a little light.

"...What kind of tree is this?"

Geng Sanghua heard his own voice floating out.

The words were clearly spoken by him, but the voice didn't quite resemble him.Every leaf of this tree is like a bronze mirror, dimly reflecting his face.

His long temple eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes that are always sparkling, and even his snow-colored skin and pointed chin are all reflected by the leaves.

Geng Sanghua was a little dazed, and raised his hand towards the tree.

In the haze, a voice suddenly answered him, the voice was very indifferent, revealing loneliness.

——"This tree grows slowly, the wood is dense, hard and not cracked, and people in the Yang Dynasty like to use it to carve the coin board of the past life. Therefore, it has a nice name-the Siming tree."

Geng Sang's painting is scary, but it doesn't seem to be that scary.It's as if he knew a long time ago that there should be such a building and such a Siming tree here.

He finally leaned over and leaned out of the narrow window, lightly flicking his slender fingers like a jade carving, and took down the lantern from the treetop.

White lantern paper, black lettering.

—[The void world]

Yin Hong's thin lips parted slightly, and couldn't help but let out a snort.