After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xue Lan suddenly tore off Xuan Qing's human-skin-mask, and pinched Xuan Qing's face again.

"Are you really Xuan Qing?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

Xue Lan said: "I thought Brother Xuan would not lie."

Xuan Qing said: "I have always treated people with sincerity."

Xue Lan said: "Since you are sincere, why would you lie to others?"

Xuan Qing said: "I lied to Master Mu Yun sincerely. I didn't do it to tease him, nor did I do it casually. How can I say it's dishonest?"

Xue Lan shook her head and said, "It seems that I still don't know you well."

Xuan Qing said: "It takes a long time to see people's hearts, understanding is a gradual process."

Xue Lan murmured, "I'm afraid I don't have that much time to get to know you."

"How?" Xuan Qing asked puzzled.

Xue Lan sighed, looked at Xuan Qing and said, "What are your future plans?"

Xuan Qing touched his cheek and said, "First of all, I have to trouble my friend to make another mask."

Xue Lan nodded: "Naturally."

Xuan Qing continued: "A mask that can be mixed into Muyun Villa."

Xue Lan asked: "Didn't you sneak in once, do you still have something to take?"

Xuan Qing smiled and said: "This time I want to go in with integrity and live there for a while."

Xue Lan said, "What do you want to investigate?"

"You can't say it," Xuan Qing put it off, "Brother Xue, let's see."

The corner of Xue Lan's mouth curled up: "Okay, then I'll wait and see."

Xuan Qing touched the hilt of the sword.

When he entered Muyun Villa for the first time, the evil aura was soaring to the sky, and then the filth disappeared when he entered Muyun Villa. Whether these changes were related to the existence of Yijian Jinghong, he had to figure it out no matter what.

While talking, there were footsteps outside the house, Xuan Qing guessed that Chun Niang came to ask him for a reward, and opened the door to greet him, but Xue Lan shouted from behind: "Wait a minute!" But it was a step too late after all.

As soon as the door opened, Chunniang and Xuan Qing were facing each other, the thin fan in her hand fell to the ground suddenly, she stared at Xuan Qing's face in a daze, with an idiot look.

Xuan Qing secretly said that it was not good, the mask was torn off by Xue Lan just now, she must have been very surprised to see her appearance changed drastically.

Xue Lan reacted the fastest, and before Chunniang regained her senses, she quickly closed the door again and put the latch on.

"Go away!" He turned his head and yelled at Xuan Qing.

"Why am I leaving?"

Simultaneously with Xuanqing's question came Chunniang's shrill voice: "Oh! Sisters, come quickly, it turns out that Mr. Xuan is a fairy descended from the earth! Mr. Xuan, please open the door, let Chunniang take a good look at you, my ecstasy Eighteen touches are guaranteed to make you nostalgic for the mortal world and never want to go back to heaven!"

Xuan Qing's steps forward stopped in the air, and he clasped his fists at Xue Lan who was blocking the door, and said, "Brother Xue is so kind and virtuous, Xuan Mou will never forget it, so I will bid farewell first!"

After all, Xuan Qingfei also jumped out of the window and went straight to the room that was startled by a sword, like a scourge.

At that time Yijian Jinghong was wiping the Qingxue sword, when Xuan Qing took hold of his hand, looking from the side, he was very displeased.

Xuan Qing said in pain: "Jinghong, we have to leave here immediately."

The voices of the four big oirans of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Dong Yihong Courtyard are almost close to their ears. Although Yi Jian Jinghong doesn't know what happened, he is still keenly aware of the imminent danger.

"it is good."

With a low reply, he put away his sword and escaped with Xuan Qing.

Xuanqing used the technique of inner strength sound transmission, and told Xue Lan that a hundred miles away, in the middle of the night, they would meet each other in a ruined temple.

He didn't respond, probably because he had no time to distract himself.

Xuan Qing once again thanked him for his great kindness in his heart.

The lightness kung fu of striking a sword with one sword is the top of the contemporary era, Xuan Qing and the two hurriedly ran, and in a short while, they had already arrived in the ruined temple.

The cracks in the tiles of the ruined temple were uneven, and the wind and rain seeped in. Xuan Qing picked up a bundle of firewood and set up a small bonfire, which gave him a little warmth.A ball of half-warm fire light reflected on Yi Jian Jinghong's face, making him look much healthier.

Xuan Qing clasped his wrist to feel his struggle, and said in a gentle voice: "You just recovered from a serious illness, can you let me diagnose again?"

"Okay." Yi Jian Jinghong relaxed his body, leaning on Xuan Qing's shoulder, with most of his weight on him.

Xuan Qing smoothed his long hair soothingly, then poured his true energy into his sea of ​​energy.

A piece of clarity, there is no sign of magic breath entering the body.

The boulder in Xuan Qing's heart suddenly fell to the ground. He didn't know what the original worry and fear were for, but since it wasn't, he would definitely help Yi Jian Jing Hong get justice.

The hand clasped on the pulse moved upwards, holding Yi Jian Jinghong's callused palm, Xuanqing said in his heart, don't be afraid, I will help you.

Yijian Jinghong's eyelashes trembled, he held Xuan Qing's hand instead, and rubbed his head towards him.

"Xuanqing..."

"Ah."

Xuan Qing poked Yi Jian Jinghong's cheek with the other hand, except for his appearance, there was nothing similar between him and his senior brother.

His fingers slowly slid onto the birthmark that looked like blood and tears. Who told him that tears were dripping from the corners of his eyes, that his fate was ill-fated, that he was ruthless...

Yijian Jinghong pulled Xuan Qing's hand down, and gave him a displeased look.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but chuckled, but he was calculating in his heart.If it wasn't for the shocking sword, Muyun Villa must have other purposes.

Was the disappearing magic energy purified or absorbed.

The former must have been shot by an expert, while the latter is very bad.

The Ziwei star moved, and demons were born, causing disasters for the common people.

Xuan Qing straightened his sword and said, "I'm going to meditate now, you can help me protect the Dharma."

Yijian Jinghong replied seriously: "Okay." The sword was out of its sheath, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Xuanqing closed his eyes, got rid of distracting thoughts, meditated on the star map, and moved his mind at will. In an instant, three thousand worlds, clouds, seas and stars all entered the Lingtai.

Sanyuan 28, Ziwei Twelve Palaces, Xuanqing roams in it, suddenly thousands of miles away, but sees the junction of nothingness, the place where black and white blend, looming in it.

Gathering all her true energy, her vision suddenly cleared up again, only to see Ziwei move wildly, three to the left and four to the right.

The Beidou Emperor Zhensha star is inauspicious, and the position of the star is shifted, which is regarded as ominous.

Xuanqing realized that it was a step too late, the devil's womb was pregnant, and the root of the disaster was planted, so he withdrew his consciousness.Feeling that his limbs were extremely weak, his body was tightly hugged.

Xuan Qing patted Yi Jian Jinghong's hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm just a little tired."

Yi Jian Jinghong pursed his mouth and did not speak, Xuan Qing looked out, it turned out that the night was already late.

Xuan Qing lazily leaned on Yi Jian Jing Hong's arms: "After being your butt pad for so long, it's finally your turn to repay me."

Yi Jian Jinghong moved his body slightly to make Xuan Qing lie down more comfortably, Xuan Qing fell asleep with peace of mind, and Xue Lan didn't know how long it took.

He was quite embarrassed, and sat by the campfire to breathe like the rest of his life.

"I'm a man who always pays back what I do, but I never get it back for the losses I've suffered from women."

His tone could not be discerned as hatred or sigh, and when Xuan Qing sat upright, he avoided talking about it as before, and changed the topic.

"Villa Master Mu Yun was really angry this time. He issued a hero order as soon as he returned to the villa, and summoned all the heroes of the martial arts to discuss the righteousness of eliminating demons."

Xuan Qing nodded and said, "That's very good."

Xue Lan said: "I left in a hurry, I didn't bring anything with me, I'll make a mask when I sneak back tomorrow, which hero's face do you want?"

Xuan Qing tapped the prickly dimple, "His face."

"A face with a sword?"

"Is it not possible?"

"It's not impossible, it's really inappropriate." Xue Lan said, "Although the martial arts hero doesn't know about the sword, Mu Yun is very clear about your relationship with him."

"What's the matter?" Xuan Qing said with a smile, "Could it be that Master Mu Yun announced in front of the world that he was imprisoned by a sword? Even if he said it, who would believe it. Brother Xue, you should understand that there is nothing like a sword." Jinghong has a better face. No one knows him, no one can grasp his whereabouts, but everyone knows that he is a peerless swordsman who is obsessed with martial arts. If he changes his identity, there is no guarantee that he will not be exposed."

Xue Lan was silent for a moment, then hesitated, "Then what should he do?"

Yijian Jinghong turned his head to look at Xuan Qing at the same time, Xuan Qing patted his cheek: "It's too late today, let's talk about it tomorrow."

They were obviously not satisfied with Xuanqing's trickery, and they lay down for an hour, but none of them really fell asleep.

Xuan Qing shook his head and walked to the open space outside the temple.

"Want to compete with swords?"

The dense sword style came through the air, and the answer is self-evident.

Xuan Qing's figure flashed, silent and shadowless, blending into the night, the sword aura spread freely and horizontally, forcing a sword startling Hong to be unable to advance or retreat, and unable to escape.

The sword's intent to startle with a sword suddenly rose, like a bow full of strings, ready to go.

"Come to fight."

Xuan Qing happily went to the appointment, startled by the shadows, and the sword energy fell instantly.

As soon as the green snow came out with a sword startling, the sword's edge contended, the sword's posture was treacherous, and the sword's style turned sharply. Where the sword light shone was a stern face and shining eyes.

With a breath of change, with a sword startling Hong turned defense into offense, Xuan Qing gathered his energy to defend against the enemy, and pointed his sword at Ling Ran.The overwhelming sword energy swooped down with an unstoppable momentum, destroying everything in its path.

Yijian Jinghong became excited in an instant, and he did not leave any room for his moves, and whether Xuanqing blocked or counterattacked, he was bound to cause great damage.

Before he could think about it carefully, the figure holding the sword was already in front of his eyes, Xuanqing's left and right sword fingers touched his wrists, and the universe appeared by itself.In a moment, three thousand sword qi and ten thousand sword lights are all false.

Startled by a sword and stunned for a moment, Xuan Qing flew up, and the mighty force reached the forehead and turned into a light touch.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he didn't realize it when he was stunned by the sword. He covered his forehead, stared at Xuan Qing and said: "Come again."

Xuan Qing shook his head and said, "You can't beat me."

He gritted his teeth: "Come again."

Xuan Qing stood with his hands behind his back, "If you want to beat me, you have to practice for another ten days."

"Ten days?"

"Yes, I will give you a sword manual. If you can learn it within ten days, I will compete with you again."

Startled by a sword, his face was as cold as ice, he picked up Qingxue and stretched out a hand.

Xuan Qing asked knowingly, "What do you mean?"

Yi Jian Jinghong clenched his outstretched palm into a fist, and smashed it on Xuan Qing's chest.

Xuan Qing coughed twice, and took out the sword manual.

"Just kidding, don't be angry."

With a cold snort, he picked up the sword manual, his clothes fluttering, and he disappeared.

Xuan Qing shrugged, walked back to the dilapidated temple under the wind and rain, and said to Xue Lan, "It's resolved."

Xue Lan lowered her head and said, "Will he practice obediently for ten days?"

Xuan Qing said: "Only more and not less."

Xue Lan sighed, "You know him very well."

Xuan Qing said: "Indeed."

Xue Lan smiled: "You actually agree so much, so don't be humble."

Xuan Qing was puzzled and said: "There is no shame in accepting it, why should I be humble."

Xue Lan slowed down and said, "What about you, who knows you best?"

Xuan Qing looked at the flickering flames: "It's probably me."

Xue Lan sighed quietly: "If you don't have a bosom friend, wouldn't you be lonely?"

Xuan Qing shook his head: "I didn't have it before, but now that I have met a few friends, are you afraid that I won't have a bosom friend?"

There was a trace of struggle in Xue Lan's eyes: "I..."

Xuan Qing interrupted him and said: "Brother Xue, don't worry, I'm never alone." Even on the top of Yao Mountain, there are little demons as companions. Master said that a cultivator should have six senses of cleanliness, but he should not be unstained .

"Yes, you are not alone." Xue Lan said to herself, "And I..."

Seeing that he was listless, Xuan Qing asked, "Brother Xue, do you want to rest?"

Xue Lan smiled at Xuan Qing: "I'm a little tired."

With a wave of Xuanqing's hand, the bonfire went out, and with another exercise, the heat dissipated from the body.

"Brother Xue, go to sleep, I will protect you."

"Um……"

In the dark night, Xuanqing heard a sigh, very light and faint, like a wisp of green smoke dissipating in the desolate cold wind.