[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Master Qingyin walked slowly with a Zen stick, his steps were light and slow, his eyebrows were already gray, and his face was wrinkled, but he didn't show the twilight of an old man in his sixties, on the contrary, he had a bit of wisdom accumulated over the years.

Behind him, there were still four Shaolin disciples. When he came, all the heroes made way for him.

The master of Feijian narrowed his eyes with a smile, and respectfully greeted Master Qingyin to enter, and even handed over the other martial artists to the butler to entertain him.

Other warriors began to discuss unconsciously, but when it comes to jealousy, few of them really have such emotions.

Because Master Qingyin is a highly respected old man in the entire martial arts world, Master Qingyin who is over 90 years old has already become an eminent monk favored by heaven in people's eyes.

In such a noisy and bustling scene, a gray-white boy sneaked in, then went around many places, and finally hid in the backyard kitchen of Feijian Villa.

Huai'an wiped away the unnecessary sweat, then lifted his ashen face, seriously broke off the branches and threw them into the fire to burn.

The only downside to sneaking in wearing a servant's clothes is that if you are not careful, you will be caught as a helper.

Still not paid.

Huaian broke off the thin branches, and his blue pupils were slightly purple in the reflection of the fire.

The aunt who is in charge of the spoon is still cooking, and the servants and maids on the other side are busy picking and washing vegetables. The whole kitchen is busy, but Huai'an's work seems quite leisurely, especially if he is not The appearance of throwing firewood, how can there be any appearance of doing things! ?

The aunt in charge who was holding a cane to monitor frowned, hit Huai'an fiercely on the back, and shouted: "How did you burn the firewood like this!? How dare you be lazy under your aunt, grandma, and me!? Are you looking for death!? "

Huai'an held back, lowered his head and let the opponent beat and scold him, even his subordinates became more diligent in their movements.

After finally surviving until the other party left, Huai'an dropped the firewood in his hand without even thinking about it, and ran away in desperation under the calls of the cooks and boys.

In the front yard, after almost everyone had taken their seats, the game almost started. Taking advantage of the crowd, Huai An secretly ran to the front yard.

Since the competition was held in the front yard of Feijian Villa, the owner of Feijian Villa specially moved the casting furnace to the front yard, and besides the casting competition, this recruitment also required a competition of martial arts.

Huaining's body is undoubtedly the best in the Sacred Fire Cult. Even if the traverser has no memory of his own, his strong inner body is enough to beat two.In the plot, Huaining was appreciated by the master of Feijian because of this, and at the same time, he also made a wave of existence in front of the bigwigs of the various sects.

And in the same way, it was just before such a grand scene that the Son of Qingyin Temple defected, killed countless people, and seemed extremely weak when he was insane.

Huai'an has no memory of Luo Yuan, so he doesn't know what he has experienced, but he knows when the other party will show up and when he will stagnate. For this reason, Huai'an specially changed into a servant's clothes and waited for the rabbit.

It's just that the crowd was dense, and many famous people, unknown people, and contestants in the rivers and lakes all surrounded the front yard densely.

Huai An frowned, because of his short stature, when he inadvertently moved away from the crowd, he was pushed and scolded a few times by some people, and Master Mozun, whose face turned black, almost jumped up and hit them.

The crowd was crowded, and the men's body odor and the smell of sweat smelt together. Huai'an held back his irritability, and burrowed into the crowd with his breath. Before he had gone far, he plunged into a hard chest.

A disgusted voice came, and the extremely familiar voice made Huai'an raise his head unconsciously.

"Fuck! Where did the little beggar come from! Get away!"

The young man pushed Huai'an away furiously, and patted his clothes with an ugly face. He was handsome, and his uniquely deep pupils were full of disgust. Although he had a bit of exotic atmosphere, at least his pupils were as dark black as those of the Central Plains people.

Huai'an glanced at it, lowered his head, bent down and said in a boy's voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After all, the young man didn't do anything too outrageous in such a crowd, but frowned and shouted: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Huai'an backed away with his head lowered, and was soon submerged in the crowd again.

Huaining patted his clothes in disgust, as if he had bumped into something dirty, he patted, he froze for a moment.

There seems to be a faint fragrance, clear and cold, like a flash in the pan that blooms at night, fleeting.

Huaining has always been sensitive to scents. He looked in the direction where the little beggar left just now, frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really crazy... how come the smell on that little beggar's body is so familiar... "

The most important thing is that just now he didn't notice what the other party looked like.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, the most important thing is to compete well." The traverser who was wearing the Huaining shell clenched his fists, and suddenly felt the long-lost tension.

Huai'an withdrew the consciousness placed on Huaining's body, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Not far away, Luo Yuan put on a bamboo hat, and stood in the corner dullly observing everyone present. His eyes were dim, and he looked up and saw Master Qingyin who was sitting in the first seat. He lowered his eyelids and fell into deep thought.

His figure was like a pillar hidden in a dark place, no one noticed him, and no one discovered his existence. His restrained breath made his existence drop to the lowest point.

He thought that he should not be discovered by others, but soon, Luo Yuan found out that he was wrong.

Within his line of sight, Luo Yuan saw a familiar figure, those light blue pupils were as bright as thousands of stars, staring straight at him.

The young man in a servant's coat casually pulled his hair, and stuffed all the smooth black hair into his turban, revealing his snow-white and slender neck. Unlike the snow-white neck, his face was covered with a lot of and Huai'an specially put on the servant's blue-gray coat, so his whole body looked extraordinarily rustic and messy.

Luo Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he watched the boy swiftly rushing to his side like a dog——

"Handsome brother, we meet again."

"..."

"What you are wearing today..." Huai'an thought for a while, and then racked his brains to think of a word: "It's very simple!"

Luo Yuan: "..."

"But I think you're still handsome." Huai'an grinned, the dust covering his cheeks made his smile extraordinarily pure.

When he smiles, he is extremely pure, but unintentionally full of charm, even if the contrast between his white teeth and black dust is obvious, it is extremely charming.

Luo Yuan still unconsciously shuddered, pursed his lips and shifted his gaze.

He asked in a low voice, "Why is Miss here?"

Huai'an pursed his lips and asked back: "Then why are you here? Could it be...you also have a crush on the daughter of this family and want to try to participate in the competition?"

"Miss, you know that I don't..." Before he finished speaking, Luo Yuan helplessly saw Huai'an looking up and sweeping his eyes sadly, and the charming charm that seemed to be resentment but not resentment was extremely strong in the waves, just like the characters in the storybook. Like an evildoer.

When I looked at him, it seemed that my mind was sunk in, falling and falling continuously, until a soft and sugary voice came, with a touch of dissatisfaction.

"I don't care~ You have me and you still think about other women, I don't allow you to go! No!"

He stubbornly grabbed Luo Yuan's robe, stood on tiptoe and looked up at him.

Luo Yuan avoided his sight, reached out and brushed away his fingers.

Huai An refused to let go of what he said, and stared at him with his lips pursed.

"Handsome brother, do you not like me?"

Luo Yuan was slightly taken aback.

The boy's eyes suddenly turned red, and his brown figure in the bamboo hat was reflected in his clear pupils, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"If you really don't like me, I'll just leave. I won't see each other from now on. You take your single-plank bridge, and I cross my Yangguan Road. Why do you use the daughter of the owner of Feijian to provoke me?"

"Although I, Huai Niang, came from a brothel, I still have backbone and don't want to be slighted. If you hate me for bullying me, I don't care, but I can't stand you using other people's hands to deal with me."

Luo Yuan's body was stiff, and he looked a little at a loss.

"I, I don't have any."

"Since there is no one, why don't you marry me? Why don't you enter the bridal chamber with me?"

Luo Yuan looked at his stubborn eyes, and sighed with his downcast eyes: "I..., I'm sorry."

He just...

It's just that he's used to being alone, worshiping the Buddha, even though he's already left Buddhism, but in his heart, faith still occupies the first place in his heart.

So he chose to refuse.

"You—" Huai'an said, "You said it! Why didn't you want to marry me? Could it be because you already had a wife?"

"Handsome brother, are you talking?"

Luo Yuan didn't speak, he brushed away Huai'an's fingers with a cold attitude, and took a step back.

"Miss, your desire is too strong, and the world of mortals is difficult to get through, why don't you change your thinking and let go and live a good life?"

"But I just don't want to, what can you do with me?"

The gray boy looked at the young man, he wiped his face, his gray face revealed some fair skin, Huai'an's teary eyes seemed to be about to shed tears at any moment.

It was as if the noisy voices of all the crowd outside had been silenced, and there seemed to be a reflection of himself in the tears coming from the pavement. The young man closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart.

He didn't understand why Huai'an insisted on grabbing him.

Luo Yuan looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger: "Miss, everything has its own destiny, you can't force it, if you insist on doing this, you may be in trouble."

"Then you cross me!" Huai'an looked at him steadfastly, and took a step forward: "You are my heart's calamity. People say that the Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle. Why don't you repay it with your body?"

Luo Yuan was silent for a moment, then sighed slightly.

"I...have never owed you anything."

Huaian seemed to be stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

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A high-cold update (the high-cold author has been lying flat, bleeding profusely)