The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

It was night, the wind was cold and quiet, the windows were wide open, and the moonlight was clear, reflecting the dark shadows sneaking into the house.

The black shadow stood silently by the edge of the bed, staring down at the young man on the bed from a height—his curled eyelashes trembled a few times, and his beating eyelids gradually calmed down as he breathed.

Only then did the black shadow bend down and sit on the edge of the bed, carefully looking at the sleeping person by the moonlight and the fluorescent light embedded in the lampstand.This is undoubtedly an impeccable face, every inch is meticulously crafted.

She is too beautiful, but not feminine at all.

Especially the impressive first meeting, the other party was wearing a tight-fitting black military uniform, with slender eyes and slightly raised eye tails, his eyes were cold and arrogant, with a domineering abstinence temperament.

Thinking of the other party's occupation, his heart warmed up, he leaned forward, and couldn't help but raise his fingers with distinct phalanges, brushing the other party's brows and eyes that became docile and soft after sleeping.

The clear light outside the window reflected on his side face, revealing the upward curve of the corners of his lips.

The constant heat was transmitted from the fingertips all the way to his heart, warming his whole body as if soaking in a hot spring, making him squint his eyes comfortably, and his fingertips slowly slid down along the silky touch, falling On the soft lips, fingers paused—

The hand under the fingertips felt as soft as he thought, but he remembered the phrase "you are such a good son for nothing" that the other party said before - good son?

The fingertips gained some strength, the corners of the lips curled up deeper and deeper, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Dad, don't worry, I will take special care of you."

The night moon was misty outside the window, and there was a gentle breeze.

The sound of the crocodile is loud, as if playing a hypnotic serenade, which accompanies people to have a good night's dream.

The next morning.

The long chirping of birds, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, woke up the sleeping Qiu Yun.

He woke up slowly, turned his head sleepily, and at a glance he could see the smoky mist blown by the wind outside the window. His dull consciousness slowly came online, and he remembered the place he was at, and his memory slowly came back. Last night What happened before falling asleep made him sit up suddenly.

The thin quilt on his body slowly slid down because he sat up suddenly, and he lifted the silky quilt with a dark face, only to find that he was fully dressed, frowned slightly, touched up and down, but did not feel any discomfort.

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he remembered wrongly?

But the familiar sandalwood scent that got into his nose... No, he's sure, it's definitely not his illusion, so it can only show that Zhan Yuyuan still has a bottom line.

Realizing this, he relaxed slightly.

Just the sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and after a while there was a knock on the door: "Daddy, are you up?"

"Get up." Qiu Yun lifted the quilt out of bed, opened the door, and saw an elite-looking Zhan Yulin standing at the door with a suitcase in his back, neatly dressed.

He took a look and turned to let someone in.

Zhan Yulin lifted the suitcase in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother interrupted me so much last night, we all forgot our luggage at the foot of the mountain, and I went down the mountain to get it early in the morning."

"Thank you." Qiu Yun yawned and took the suitcase.

I was so sleepy last night that I didn't even take a shower.

He put the suitcase on the ground, squatted down and opened it to get a change of clothes, when Zhan Yulin's voice sounded above his head.

"Did Dad come back last night?" Zhan Yulin looked around the room, his eyes fell on the bed, and saw that only one person had slept, his eyes flickered.

Qiu Yun paused for a moment, then remembered that Zhan Zelang didn't seem to be back all night, and couldn't help but frowned: "It should be with you, grandpa."

Today is Mr. Zhan's [-]th birthday.

Originally, the three of them should have come earlier, but they were delayed by Qiu Yun for a few days before arriving the night before their birthday.

Generally speaking, a monk's lifespan will be extended when he enters the path of cultivation.

It's only 70 years old. For mortals, it's old age, which is a big birthday; but for monks, it should be young, and it's time to practice hard. Who has the time to celebrate such a birthday?

After Qiu Yun took a bath with doubts, Zhan Zelang finally came back.

The other party rushed in angrily, a well-defined suit was crumpled like a ball of sauerkraut.When he saw Qiu Yun, he looked suspiciously for a moment, then asked in a deep voice, "Did you encounter anything last night?"

Qiu Yun frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It's not that bastard!" Zhan Zelang gritted his teeth and told what happened last night with a gloomy face.

Last night, Zhan Zelang went to find the old man to restrain his bastard son, and asked the old man to make an appointment for Yuyuan by the way. Who knows where the teleportation array sent him after leaving the old man.

Before he could react, he passed out, lying on the ground and sleeping like this all night.

Needless to say, everyone knew that it was his dutiful son who did it.

"...I slept pretty well last night." Qiu Yun said.

"That's good." That's what he said, but Zhan Zelang still stepped forward to look at it carefully, and then moved closer to sniff: "Have you taken a bath?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

The problem is big.

But he is not good at speaking directly.

He believed that his darling would not betray him, but Yuyuan was a cultivator, so if he really wanted to take advantage of his darling, he could use some tricks, just like he slept on the ground overnight.

Zhan Zelang considered his words in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Then you... do you have any physical discomfort?"

Qiu Yun narrowed his eyes: "Are you doubting me?"

Zhan Zelang said in his heart that what he was worried about was his son who even dared to covet his son.

But he didn't dare to tell Xingan directly, after all, he wasn't sure if Xingan could see Yu Yuan's intentions, and if he didn't see it but was exposed by him, would Xingan think that their father and son were perverted? ?

"I didn't doubt you." Zhan Zelang racked his brains to find an excuse. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Arhat bed that hadn't been cleaned. There was only one person sleeping on it. He was greatly relieved, and quickly lifted his chin and said: " Didn't this change the bed? I'm used to sleeping on Simmons, so I suddenly changed to a hard bed, so I'm afraid you won't sleep well."

His excuse was very blunt.

Qiu Yun snorted coldly, taking it as a letter.

"Go take a shower and clean up. I'll go out...By the way, do you have breakfast here?" Qiu Yun asked.

"Yes." With no green on his head, Zhan Zelang's mood opened up a lot: "I'll ask my disciple to send it over."

This thing has been reversed for the time being.

At noon, some disciples sent the three of them to Xiaxiaofudao.It was too late last night, and Qiu Yun didn't take a closer look, only to realize that there is an ancient building as big as a palace on the mountain peak under the small floating island.

Looking from top to bottom, the halls and houses are arranged in an eight-diagram pattern and arranged in an orderly manner, while the Taiji fish in the center is an empty square.

The three of Qiu Yun were sent to the square by their disciples.

As far as the eye could see, dozens of banquets were set up on the square, and there were groups of male and female disciples in twos and threes, chatting and drinking, or playing with mobile phones. The busy disciples were busy preparing the drinks and food for the birthday banquet.

When these disciples saw Zhan Zelang, they would bow slightly and salute.

With a sullen face, Zhan Zelang led Qiu Yun and the two up the steps on the red carpet, and walked towards the Taiji Hall where the seats were seated.

There are also single banquets arranged in the hall.

Different from the disciples sitting outside, the people here have different clothes and attires, and they keep holding up their glasses of wine to compliment the person sitting on the main seat—the one sitting on the main seat is an old man with white hair and childlike face.

She was dressed in a white robe with a fairy style, with short beard and long hair, and a red face.

On the right side of him sat a man and a woman, the woman was unknown to Qiu Yun, and the man was Zhan Zeshu.But the seat on the left was vacant, and a disciple announced that the three of them came to celebrate his birthday.

Zhan Zelang led Qiu Yun and Zhan Yulin to bow to each other.

Qiu Yun did as the Romans did, and as soon as he bent down, he was keenly aware of two gazes from his head, one was swept away, and the other was stuck on him like a torch, until he finished bowing, raised his eyes and looked away. Meet a pair of gentle smiling eyes.

I don't know when this person appeared.

He calmly followed Zhan Zelang and took his seat on the left.

Mr. Zhan probably really didn't take him and Zhan Yulin seriously, and he didn't seem to take Zhan Zelang seriously. He didn't cast a few glances at them during the birthday party, only Zhan Yuyuan, who didn't shy away from it looked over at him.

Zhan Zelang, who was not feeling well for the time being, could only pretend to be invisible, holding his breath and drinking one cup after another.

Halfway through the birthday banquet, the old man left the stage with Zhan Yuyuan's support, and the two people on the opposite side followed closely.

"Did you see those two people on the opposite side just now?" Zhan Zelang held the wine cup and said with blurred eyes: "Those are the second sister and third brother born to my little mother. If I didn't give birth to a good son, the Patriarch's The position falls on the two of them."

"Huh?" Qiu Yun glanced at him, and Zhan Yulin beside him also pricked up his ears.

The Zhan clan is divided into outer peaks and inner peaks.

The elites and ancestors of the clan lived in the inner peak, while the Zhan clan members without cultivation qualifications and disciples with poor qualifications lived in the outer peak.The patriarch of this generation of Waifeng is Zhan Zelang's father.

The old man's qualifications are not good, and he was assigned to be the patriarch in Waifeng early on. He married two wives and gave birth to three children.But his eldest son, whom he had given high hopes for, was found to have no talent for cultivation as soon as he was born.

How much the old man looked forward to it, and how disappointed he was when he found out that he had no cultivation qualifications.

As a result, the second younger sister and third younger brother born to my mother were more important in the family and the old man than Zhan Zelang, and then they were sent outside to manage the family business. This situation was not until Zhan Yuyuan was born.

Zhan Zelang's father, relying on his son, moved to the small floating island.

Zhan Zeshu, one of the original heirs of the family head, was sent out of Taihang to go to the island to take over from the original Zhan clan in ten places.

Qiu Yun thought to himself, it's no wonder that Mr. Zhan is about to celebrate his [-]th birthday, and his relationship has no cultivation.

but……

He glanced at Zhan Zelang. In the same situation, the old man became the patriarch, but Zhan Zelang was sent outside to manage the family business.

Which one is better depends on the individual.

During the birthday banquet, Qiu Yun also drank some wine.

After the end, feeling drunk, he was supported by his disciple to get on the flying sword in a dazed state.

The flying sword flew up into the sky, the cool breeze blew on his face, dispelled a little bit of alcohol, and the Lingtai also became clearer, and he recalled the property Zhan Zelang said. Since the property outside belongs to the Zhan clan, Zhan Yulin Didn't his calculations come to nothing?

After all, Zhan Yulin went to the company.

I don't know what Zhan Yulin is thinking.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes to look for Zhan Yulin, only to find that the flying sword was flying in the wrong direction—there were layers of mountains, verdant greenery, and mist like a fairyland.

He quickly patted his disciple on the shoulder: "Where are you taking me?"

The whistling wind blew his voice away, and the disciple saw that he seemed to realize something, so he speeded up Yujian silently, passed through the small floating islands floating in the sky, and sent him to a place hidden in the clouds. In Asgard.

Before he stepped off the flying sword, the familiar feeling of dizziness struck again—the moment he fell into a coma, he seemed to fall into an embrace, and the familiar sandalwood kept drilling into his nose.

He cursed again in his heart - you bastard, you still have to do this trick!

The author has something to say: the next chapter will probably be able to transform.

The first time Yuanmei touched her face with a dog, and the second time she was about to slap her mouth, and kissed her with a slap?

感谢在2021-05-1907:14:11~2021-05-2007:28:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Li Ge, Yan Yan., Is there any more, come to my pants soon to get one;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：偃倨.、打分:2分。30瓶；十年一梦10瓶；洋洋洋啊~6瓶；魔芋、枫叶飘零、西昭5瓶；小藕、。。。。。。。、以樂1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!