Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

The two returned to the inn quietly.

The night was dark, and they went to pray in the evening, and when they came back, they walked under the moonlight, the snowflakes were fluttering, and they seemed to be stepping on a layer of fine sand.

There was no night watchman, and I didn't know what time it was. Occasionally, a cat meowed from the street, and Lu Ming shuffled along. Ji He lagged behind him with a step away.

Lu Ming thought while walking: "I don't know if Junior Brother Ye has arrived, let's go to Hongye Forest tomorrow to find out."

Ji He replied, "Yes."

Passing by a rose bush with desolate dead branches stuck to the wall, Lu Ming said: "I don't know if Shen Tang has rejected Qingzong, savage... no, Shen Jing was sent back by me, he should go to investigate, this matter I will definitely not be able to hide it, and when Lord Dao Ling returns in the future, once the three of them meet, it will definitely create a huge Shura field."

Ji He laughed from behind: "Are you thinking so far now? Let's talk about the future at a later time. No matter how much they do, at least everyone is alive and no one dies, right?"

"...That's right," Lu Ming nodded, rubbing his chin, "I think this setting is quite good. The most sinful people in the past have died, and all the people who have suffered have survived well."

He paused for a while as he was talking, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned around and asked, "Hey, tell me, the original Lu Ming and Ji He, if they hadn't died, what would have happened?"

"They didn't die in the first place," Ji He looked at him, "We traveled here to replace them, and everything we have now should belong to the two of them."

Luming: "..."

He was slightly stunned, a little caught off guard. When Ji He said this, his tone didn't fluctuate, and he didn't seem to have any emotion, but his pupils were dark, as if reflecting the thick night. Lu Ming asked him: "What do you think?" All of this, we took theirs?"

Ji He stood where he was, nodded his head, his eyes were a little moist when he looked over.

He said: "Sometimes I can't help but think, if I'm the only one who crossed over and you are still the original Luming, then all the good things I have about you should belong to the original Jihe."

Lu Ming paused, he raised his hand to close the collar that was blown by the wind, and then raised his eyes with many complicated emotions: "If I hadn't crossed over, you would have had a hard time."

"..." Ji He was taken aback.

Lu Ming said: "In the original book, Lu Ming is a very cold and lofty person. His coldness is different from that of Mr. Dao Ling. Mr. Dao Ling has become indifferent to everything after experiencing emotional pain and years of tempering. However, the original Me, he is a really cold-hearted person, you can’t see what he’s thinking, maybe he’ll reconcile with Ji better, but the two of them only got to know each other after going through unforgettable pain, you If you can’t enter their world, in order to complete the plot, you can only pretend to be that smart and cute Ji He forever, but that’s not you.”

Jihe looked at his angular face.

Not far behind is the inn where they stayed, and there are a few houses, with sporadic lights showing through, and Lu Ming's tall and straight figure is completely shrouded in a little light. He said: "His feelings for you are not true. It's okay." I am coming."

Ji He asked, "What's the good of you coming?"

Lu Ming's face was divided into half-brightness and half-darkness by light and shadow, and he smiled gently: "It's because I'm here that you can ask me so blatantly what's the good of it."

Jihe didn't speak, his brows and eyes were lowered, the edges of his face were full of shadows, only the corners of his eyes were covered with a little light from the windows of the neighboring houses.

Maybe he was affected by the matter of Lord Dao Ling, and his interest has not been very high. Hearing those indifferent words that Lord Dao Ling said to Ye Qingyu in the temple, he seemed to think of their past events that he had seen before. Ji He felt a little sad uncontrollably, like the lingering aftertaste after reading a tragic novel.

Lu Ming was very quiet and did not disturb him. He knew that when he fell into a depressed mood, it would be difficult for others to persuade this person. At this time, he could only leave room for the other party to think, so he just stood in front of him silently. Walking, a winding path leads to seclusion, and in the silent cold night, only the soft sound of falling snow can be heard.

He thinks that Jihe's empathy ability is really strong, and he can deeply affect his own emotions because of other people's stories.

In comparison, I am quite heartless.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, he always regards himself as a supporting role in this book. The meaning of existence is to serve the protagonist. He is willing to do everything that requires him to promote the development of the plot, but he never does it. What is the real point of wanting to do this.

What would this world be like if he and Jihe hadn't crossed over?

If Lu Ming in the original book was in charge of the Jue Qing Sect, would the plot of this world be better or worse?

In just a few decades, it was too late for people to make any changes. He originally wanted to take Jihe to go sightseeing in the mountains after he abdicated, and not care about these nonsense anymore, but looking around now, he couldn't choose Find someone who can succeed him. (Shen Tang has been selectively ignored by him

He suddenly felt a little heavy, for himself who worked tirelessly, and for the sect whose future was uncertain.

The two walked on the road tacitly, one in front and one behind, not far or close. At this moment, there was no sound in the grass, the galaxy in the sky was dim, and the hair of both of them was covered with thin snow. When the wind blew, It turned into snow and flowed down, bringing a burst of cold wetness across the cheeks.

Lu Ming was frozen by the biting snowflakes, and came back to his senses, and found that they were about to reach the door of the inn. He suddenly looked back at Ji He, and said, "Follow."

Ji He was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice. He raised his eyes and looked ahead. He could already see the dim light inside the inn, and there was a faint commotion. will be seen."

"Who?" Lu Ming frowned, looked back, and quickly realized, "No one here knows us, it doesn't matter, even if they recognize us, my majestic Jueqing Sect Master and his disciples will walk side by side Don't you have any rights?"

When he said this, his tone was a little bit uncomfortable, the ending was raised, and there was a strange sense of intimacy, Ji He lowered his eyes, his ears gradually warmed up, and shook his head gently: "There are so many people in the inn, it is inevitable that there will be tongues. "

Lu Ming looked at him, his eyes flickered, he stood there for a while, but he still didn't wait for the expected compromise, he couldn't help but took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Ji He's sleeve, trying to pull him to his side .

Ji He didn't move, and said stubbornly: "Don't touch your hands outside."

Even though he said so, he didn't break away from his hand, and obediently let Lu Ming hold his sleeve.

Lu Ming smiled at him, did not turn back, faced him, swayed backwards, snowflakes fluttered and fell on his hair.

Ji He was led by him, his heart was like a rising and falling tide, and he raised his eyes to look in front of him again, the noise became more and more clear, and said softly: "There are really many people there."

Lu Ming said: "Where there are many people, there are fireworks."

Jihe raised his head and saw his eyes full of gleam.

"We are not real immortals, we always have to touch the world," Lu Ming looked at him with a smile, the shadow behind him grew and shortened, and was finally thrown into a bright light, "Don't be too immersed in other people's stories, read more Human fireworks."

He stood in a warm twilight, his hands slipped from his sleeves, and he held his hands, "I am in the fireworks."

They didn't say a word until they walked into the lobby of the inn, but kept their hands tightly together.

It should not be too late, there are still many scattered seats in the lobby, the private room on the second floor is brightly lit, and a woman in red is dancing gracefully on a raised platform over there.

When they went out in the evening, there was a storyteller who was talking about "The Ghost in the West Mountain" in the private room upstairs. Now there is no one else. Everyone is watching the dance of the woman in red. Maybe they are a little tired. How can I be interested? When I see a wonderful place, I occasionally burst into a low cheer or two.

When Lu Ming and Ji He walked in, they clearly felt that the crowd was silent for a moment, everyone looked over, but soon returned to normal, so fast that Lu Ming felt that it was an illusion, but He knew it wasn't. When they passed the noisy crowd and walked up the stairs, they could clearly feel a few hot eyes hitting their backs.

After entering the room, Ji He went straight to the table and poured himself a glass of water. Lu Ming followed him in. He hesitated for a moment, then closed the door and moved to Ji He's side.

Jihe held his teacup and moved aside.

Lu Ming leaned over again.

Ji He put down his glass and glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Lu Ming said: "I see your eyes are red, I don't know if you are crying."

"..."

Ji He felt that he was looking for something to say, so he couldn't help laughing: "I have never cried before, you have nothing serious in your mind, and there is something wrong with your eyes?"

"Why don't I have any serious things in my mind?" Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly, "What I have done during this time is not a serious thing, I know I will go to the Red Leaf Forest tomorrow. I am asking if you have been moved by me cry."

Jihe: "..."

He bent his eyes and said, "I don't know how many girls you have said those nasty words to. I won't be fooled by you."

"Pull it down," Lu Ming saw that he was smiling, a little bit playful, and deliberately dragged out his tone, "I don't know who was so ashamed that he couldn't say a word, just blushed, and said he was moved?"

Jihe turned to look at him, "The road is dark, can you see the expression on my face?"

"I can't see clearly," Lu Ming leaned close to him, and touched his left hand with his fingertips, "But I can feel the temperature in your hand, it's hot, which means you have a fire in your heart..."

Ji He snatched his hand away, but couldn't refute him, so he turned his face away, "Stop talking nasty words, and be careful that walls have ears."

"What ears does the partition wall have?" Lu Ming bent slightly and stared into his eyes, with an expression that could not be concealed, "You forgot that I am an immortal master, and a random formation can isolate all sounds from the outside world. No one knows what happened to you.”

Ji He was even more embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to hit him.

Lu Ming moved closer, his nose almost touched his ear, "There is no one else here, I finally got a chance to be alone, can you let me..."

"Ah," Ji He hurriedly pushed him away, turned around and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "I'm a little hungry, I'll go downstairs and ask if there's anything else to eat."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Lu Ming a chance to speak at all, and quickly went downstairs.

Fleeing for his life, Ji He let out a long breath while leaning against the railing, his heart beating like a drum.

All the noisy voices poured into the ears. Two figures passed by in the corridor opposite the third floor. It could be vaguely seen that they were a man and a woman. But he turned slightly to the side and listened carefully to what the other person said.

Ji He stared blankly, and didn't come back to his senses until they entered the room at the end of the corridor, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this time, there was a sudden strong commotion downstairs, as if they wanted to laugh out loud, but they tried their best to hold back, mixed with some sounds of gasping and exclamation.

Ji He looked down, but couldn't hear the source of the sound. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned and walked down the stairs.