After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xuanqing was still thinking about this question when he returned to his residence, and when he was feeding Yijian Jinghong medicine at night, he accidentally slipped the spoon over his mouth and poked it on his cheek.

Xuan Qing looked at his dark face and smiled: "So you have a dimple."

"Ah!"

Yijian turned his head in shock, found the spoon, and bit it down.

Xuan Qing immediately panicked: "Why did you bite off the spoon, spit it out!"

Sweating profusely, I took out the broken spoon, and the medicine was cold, so I had to ask the pharmacy to prepare another bowl.

Before Xuanqing said anything, Yijian Jinghong looked at him reproachfully, as if he was the one who did the wrong thing.

Xuan Qing looked at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing again: "Why are you always so expressionless, is your character so old-fashioned?"

I am used to the hippie smiling faces of others, but it is really strange to see this face that is always taut.

Yijian Jinghong imitated Xuan Qing and raised the corner of his mouth: "I am Xuan Qing."

Xuan Qing said pleasantly: "It turns out that you also have dimples on the left side of your cheek."

No wonder he always has a straight face, it turned out to be to maintain the toughness of the old Aotian male lead.

Yi Jian Jinghong's face turned dark immediately.

The sword at his waist was pulled out, Yijian Jinghong was still unconscious and his sword skills were still there, and his exquisite sword moves and earth-shattering sword energy attacked Xuanqing without reservation.

The wall was scratched, the vase was broken, and the door panel was dead, Xuanqing saw the maid who came to deliver the medicine put the medicine bowl on the stone table in the courtyard and called the servants to leave.

Xuan Qing jumped into the yard and picked up the medicine bowl.

"You want me to practice sword with you, drink up the medicine first."

Yijian Jinghong was still as good as before, but when he put the sword back into the scabbard, he chopped the bowl into pieces.

Xuan Qing looked down at the black concoction on his fingertips thoughtfully...

A sword startling a bird is really afraid of suffering.

Three days later, because Yi Jian Jing Hong couldn't drink the medicine obediently every time, Xuan Qing thought about diverting his attention before letting him drink it unknowingly, so he told him what happened in the mountains.

"There are fewer monsters on Yao Mountain, and fewer little monsters. So the small matter of the little fox being able to transform into a human and go down the mountain to practice has become a major event. The elves in the mountain held a meeting and decided to send a representative from each clan to give advice. One or two, don't let humans be bullied..."

After talking for a while, Xuan Qing peeked at him, Yi Jian Jinghong leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep, and he didn't know how much he had listened to.

"You don't like this story, I'll change it. Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, and there was a perverted little Taoist priest in the Taoist temple..."

"Shut up." Yi Jian Jinghong finally moved and said impatiently.

Xuan Qing looked at the little maid next to him questioningly: "Did I read well?"

The maid said: "Every story you tell, young master, has the same tone, like chanting scriptures." After speaking, she glanced at Yi Jian Jinghong sympathetically.

Xuan Qing scratched his head in embarrassment, he rarely went out to make friends in the past, so he didn't expect it to be so bad.

The maid covered her mouth and smiled at Xuan Qing, seeing Yi Jian Jinghong opened her eyes, she immediately stopped her smile and lowered her head.

Since he couldn't read the book, Xuanqing decided to give him some magic tricks.

Gently rubbing your fingers, a wisp of thin smoke floats up gently, the smoke rises between the eyebrows and stops spreading, following Xuanqing's thoughts, it turns into the shape of a rabbit.

The maid widened her eyes and said, "It's so cute, how did you do it, sir."

Xuan Qing smiled: "You can't say it."

The maid asked again: "Can a little monkey be conjured?"

Xuan Qing nodded and said, "Yes."

However, the monkey hadn't formed yet, and with a wave of his hand, it disappeared in smoke.

The maid suddenly shook her body and stammered: "My lord, I have to go down first." Then she ran out in a hurry like a scourge behind her.

Xuan Qing looked down at the sword, and he resumed the demeanor of closing his eyes and dozing off.

Was the sword energy he released just now unconscious? Xuanqing touched his forehead, the trauma healed quickly, and it is still unknown when his mind will recover.

"Ugh……"

Hearing Xuan Qing's sigh, Yi Jian Jinghong raised his hand and squeezed his lips together.

Xuan Qing blinked, surprised by his actions, poked his unobvious dimples with his mouth: "Why did you smile, and then stopped laughing."

He slapped Xuan Qing's hand away, Xuan Qing still wanted to ask him, but the maid came back outside the door again, her voice was still trembling: "Young master, the palace master has decided to have a martial arts competition between the two young palace masters today, please Go and watch."

This palace lord was really resolute, but in a few days, Xiao Hongyan's injury had just stabilized, and the contest was held, but in this way, her fate was approaching.

Xuan Qing asked Yi Jian Jinghong: "Do you want to go and have a look together?"

He didn't speak, just pursed his lips.

"Let's go."

The little maid's eyes turned around on them, and she was shocked again when she saw Yijian Jinghong, she didn't dare to look around anymore, and obediently lowered her head to lead the way.

When they arrived at the martial arts arena, the competition seemed to have been going on for a while, the two brothers were sweating profusely and panting, as Xuan Qing thought, they looked evenly matched, neither of them exerted their full strength.

The lord of Palace Wushuang was seated high above, glanced at Xuan Qing from a distance, and then turned his attention back to the two of them.

Xiao Hongyun's martial arts are no longer elegant, a trident halberd falls like thunder, and swims like a dragon.On the other hand, Xiao Hongyan still looked rebellious, but he had some scruples and didn't even use the usual poisonous needle.

Xuan Qing took Yi Jian Jing Hong to find a seat with a good view and sat down. At first he was a little bit interested, but as the game became more and more inseparable, his interest dropped again and again.

It's not interesting to test each other and stand at a stalemate.

The palace lord obviously thought the same way, she moved her fingers slightly, and a wave of evil energy bounced on Xiao Hongyan's leg through the air, and Xiao Hongyan bent her knees and fell into Xiao Hongyun's attack range.

I didn't want Xiao Hongyun to react quickly, pressing the long halberd hard, first Xiao Hongyan blocked it, then slipped his hand again, and sent his body forward, Xiao Hongyan, who was originally at a disadvantage, became the upper hand.

Xiao Hongyun made a false move, pretending to counterattack, but when Xiao Hongyan made up with his sword, he let go of his defense, Xiao Hongyan quickly stopped when he saw that the situation was wrong, but it was still a step too late.

Even if Xuanqing's luck tilted the tip of the sword, the long sword still pierced through Xiao Hongyun's body.

Xiao Hongyan watched in disbelief as Xiao Hongyun fell down, bleeding profusely.

"Big brother!"

He knelt down on the ground, hugged Xiao Hongyun and cried bitterly: "Why did you do this!"

Xiao Hongyun struggled to raise his hand to touch his head, looked at him tenderly and said, "I'm an older brother, so I have to let you."

"Who wants you to let it go!"

Plenty of tears dripped from Xiaohongyan's eyes, melting away the indelible blood on Xiaohongyun's clothes.

Listening to Xiao Hongyan's unstoppable sobs, Xuan Qing looked at Xiao Hongyun's generous face to die, and reminded: "It's just a poke in the shoulder, stop the bleeding in time, it won't hurt the bones."

Xiao Hongyan glared at Xuanqing with red eyes: "Get lost, if it wasn't for you, how could Big Brother be like this!"

"Ayan!" Xiao Hongyun scolded in a hoarse voice, "No wonder son, it's all fate..."

Xiao Hongyan said sadly: "Brother!"

Xiao Hongyun shook his head with a wry smile, "If you don't die today, you won't be able to be the Palace Master. In the future..."

Xuan Qing continued: "In the future, I can be the deputy Palace Master."

Xiao Hongyan: "..."

Xiao Hongyun: "..."

silence.

An overwhelming silence.

Xuan Qing asked puzzledly: "Why do you look at me and don't speak? The position of Palace Master is so important that your brothers should kill each other, can't you support each other?"

Everyone looked at the high palace master together.

The palace lord supported his forehead and said: "Wu Shuang Palace has never had a deputy palace lord before."

Xuan Qing asked: "I didn't have it before, so I can't have it in the future?"

"..."

silence.

See also silence.

Xiao Hongyun jumped up suddenly, tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes to bind his shoulders, and smiled lightly at Xiao Hongyan, "Then I'll thank you little brother here first."

Xiao Hongyan wiped away tears, and said with a sneer, "Oh, brother, it's too early to thank you now."

"Not too soon, Wushuang Palace will need you in the future."

"Didn't the big brother just say that he wanted to let the little brother go?"

"So this tiring and annoying position of Palace Master is entrusted to me, little brother can be an idle Vice Palace Master with peace of mind."

"Look at the needle!"

"..."

Xuan Qing was puzzled, why did they fight again?

Xuan Qing looked at the Palace Mistress, but saw that she was covering her face, as if she couldn't bear to look directly at her.

Forget it, at this point his task is considered complete.

Xuan Qing asked Yi Jian Jinghong: "Go back?"

Yijian Jinghong yawned and replied, "Okay."

Back in the courtyard, Xuanqing called the little maid to cook the medicine, and the people beside him visibly froze.

Xuan Qing persuasively persuaded: "The good medicine is bitter, don't you want to get better soon."

The startled gaze of Yijian fell on Xuanqing's waist, and Xuanqing blocked his eyes: "Don't look at it, the sword is put away by me."

Immediately, Yijian Jinghong's eyebrows frowned, Xuan Qing smiled: "Don't be afraid, the doctor said you changed the prescription, it's not bitter."

His face relaxed a little, but the little maid interrupted and said: "I've read the prescription, I've changed a few medicines, but it's still bitter." After speaking, she immediately hid behind Xuanqing, sticking out her tongue.

Yijian Jinghong said coldly: "I am not afraid of suffering."

The little maid jumped out and said, "Does the young master still prepare candied fruit today?"

Xuan Qing found that she had become much bolder in recent days, and was able to calmly deal with the situation where Yi Jian Jing Hong continued to release sword energy.

Squeezing Yijian Jinghong's wrist, Xuanqing said: "Don't eat candied fruit, prepare some sugar cakes."

Yi Jian Jinghong glanced coldly, turned around and walked into the room, slumped up, covered the quilt, and left Xuan Qing with a back view.

Xuan Qing closed the door for him, turned to face the little maid.

"You used to be the fastest runner, aren't you leaving today?"

The little maid said: "I've heard that Yijian Jinghong doesn't kill good people, so don't be afraid."

Xuan Qing didn't speak, just looked at her.

The little maid said: "Did you notice it?"

Xuan Qing nodded, he likes to dress up as all kinds of women, Xuan Qing didn't intend to expose it, but it's not good to let him tease Yi Jian Jing Hong.

Xue Lan withdrew the disguise and said sadly: "I think that the kung fu of disguising my bones is not the best in the world, but also the second in the world, and my benefactor saw through it at a glance."

Xuan Qing said: "No matter what you look like, I can recognize you."

No matter how the appearance and shape change, a person's temperament and movement cannot be completely imitated.

A trace of confusion flashed in Xue Lan's eyes: "Grandfather, what can I do if you treat me like this..."

Inadvertently, a simple sword pierced through the door, brushed Xue Lan's cheek, and inserted into the tree trunk behind him.

Xuan Qing walked over to pull out such a scarred sword, but was finally found by Yi Jianhong. With a light touch of his finger, the sword body immediately scattered like paper powder.

Alas, I don't know how much silver taels it costs to buy a good sword.