Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

There are many kinds of spells in the realm of comprehension, and there are also many kinds of magic weapons. Tang Huan thought that the household registration should not be too difficult to obtain. Facts have proved that his thinking is too simple. This thing is as difficult to forge as a modern ID card.

In order to prevent ghosts and ghosts from randomly mixing into the human realm, each household registration will be infused with the breath of the owner. This breath has been infused into it since birth and cannot be removed or replaced. If the owner dies, the breath will automatically annihilate, and the household registration will be invalidated immediately. up.

Under the age of 30, with the same breath as Tang Huan, but also called Xiao Changhuan, and a decent person, it is impossible for such a person to exist.

But three days later, Yan Fei actually found her.

The little fox jumped into the house from the window. His red fur was stained with black spots, and he was in a panic. He spat out the parchment in his mouth to Tang Huan's feet.

"Household registration, inject breath into it."

Tang Huan was pleasantly surprised: "How did you find it!"

Yan Fei was disheveled, as if she had been chased all the way by someone, and at this moment she had time to perform a cleansing technique, transforming from a fox back into a human form, with an unlucky expression on her face.

"Inject it quickly, it won't be used in a while!"

In just a few seconds, the parchment seemed to have become a little fragile. Tang Huan quickly injected his breath into it, and then looked at the contents on the household registration.

Xiao Changhuan, a villager in Qiyu Village, father Xiao Shanlin, mother He Fengjuan, was born on the seventh day of July in Tianji 308, the third child in his family.

Eighteen years old, female.

Tang Huan blinked his eyes, then rubbed them resolutely.

"Gender: Female?"

Yan Fei didn't know when he took out the storybook and read it, without changing his face, he said: "It would be nice to have Xiao Changhuan, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman."

Tang Huan gritted his teeth: "I can use other names, who said it must be called Xiao Changhuan!"

The only ones who knew his life were Lin Minglang and the others. Couldn't he just use a false name as an excuse, and it didn't have to be Xiao Changhuan.

The name can be changed, but the gender can be changed casually!

"Did you do it on purpose! Did you trick me on purpose?!" Tang Huan was so angry that he took the script book out of Yan Fei's hand and almost vomited blood when he saw the cover.

Yan Fei's face turned dark. He searched hard for three days, and he didn't know how many times he drilled in the dilapidated warehouses of the yamen. In the end, Tang Huan was still picking and choosing.

"What good is it to me that you are a woman?"

"I'm a woman, what to do after getting started, what to do with clothes, do you know how troublesome it is?!"

"It's none of my business. I found the household registration. Don't look for trouble there."

Tang Huan saw that he looked like he was making trouble for no reason, and was even more angry. He was about to ask him to look for it again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Fei, who was attacking, gulped down a mouthful of demonic energy.

"You... um!"

After kissing her, Yan Fei took out a few sets of women's clothing from the mustard space: "Put it on, the people who are out of the family have left, and there are two days left in the general election of the sect. When are you going to go?"

Tang Huan looked at those long dresses that looked like they had been prepared early, and fell silent for a moment.

"Are you saying you didn't do it on purpose?"

Yan Fei sneered: "I was afraid that you would attract people's suspicion and implicate me. If you don't want to wear it and show your face, others won't be able to tell the difference between male and female, and you may die faster."

Tang Huan was furious, staring at his bright red lips and those peach blossom eyes with thin red tails: "You still have the nerve to call me?! I don't wear it, what's wrong with me showing my face!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yan Fei directly fixed his body and changed his clothes. Tang Huan's face was a disaster, no matter what.

The silk silver belt restricts his cultivation. Tang Huan's greatest strength now is the early stage of Golden Core, and Yan Fei should also be at the early stage of Golden Core. He thought he could withstand Yan Fei's spell, but he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch Yan Fei skillfully put on the skirt, and looked at him meaningfully for a while, then ignored his angry eyes and put on the veil, then put away the scriptures on the floor, and carefully checked the room .

"Waste any more time, someone is going upstairs to invite you to go with them, stay away from those stupid people who will only cause trouble, and go through the window." Yan Fei turned back into a fox and jumped on Tang Huan's shoulders, Tang Huan finally broke through. The body's decision.

Sensing a few auras from outside the door, he paused, temporarily giving up the dispute with Yan Fei, and jumped down from the window. The snow-white gauze wide-sleeved skirt fluttered into the air, and instantly disappeared among the pedestrians.

Yan Fei was right in one point. He can no longer walk with Lin Minglang and others. The household registration of the gender is female. Too much attention.

It was approaching evening now, and the roadsides were busier than daytime. Yan Fei urged Tang Huan to leave the city, but before leaving the city, he still had something to worry about.

He asked: "Did you say that those people from the inn next door have left?"

Yan Fei's eyebrows twitched, and she asked seriously, "What illusion did the women's clothing give you?"

Tang Huan glanced at him sideways, then looked towards the second floor of the inn, "I can't sense the aura above the golden core, they left."

Yan Fei: "Leave during the day."

Unlike Tang Huan's ignorance of world affairs, no matter where she is, Yan Fei will always keep an eye out for possible threats around her.

As the night grew darker, his beard moved, and he suddenly grabbed Tang Huan's shoulders and urged: "Get out of the city! The disciple of Changhuan Palace is still alive, and he is being pushed towards Diancang Mountain. If you move faster, you might be able to catch up with the incense sticks!" .”

"Bah... It's really ugly to speak."

Although Tang Huan didn't know what he was anxious about, he was persuaded and started on his way.

Not long after the two left Daoshi City, several Shuiyuezong disciples stepped out of Daoshi City one after another.

A boy with a simple and honest appearance said: "Brother, if we go to Diancang Mountain this time, there is a high probability that we will return in vain... Senior Brother Yan said so resolutely that day, I am afraid that Diancang Mountain will not want to help anymore."

After the failed encirclement and suppression of Changhuan Palace, although the Righteous Path Alliance seemed to be strong, it was still stationed outside Changhuan Palace to maintain a closed barrier, but the hearts of the people inside were unstable, and they seemed to be falling apart.

A few days ago, Minghuang Immortal Venerable of Luofeng Mountain wanted to withdraw in the name of Jiang Lianzhi's serious injury, claiming that he would focus on healing his son's injuries, and the closed barrier required five immortals to maintain it. After Minghuang Immortal Venerable left one person.

The five immortals are from Water Moon Sect, Luofeng Mountain, Lingxu Temple and Diancang Mountain. Among them, there are two immortals from Shuiyue Sect, and there are only three immortals in Shuiyue Sect, and one of them is still in seclusion. Once Luofengshan left, they had no choice but to borrow someone from another house.

Jiang Mingzhen smiled wryly: "There's no other way, we can't climb the gate of Lingxu Temple, so we can only come to Diancang Mountain to borrow people. In Diancang Mountain, besides Fengling Immortal, there is also Cangwu Immortal."

The simple and honest boy said: "But Diancang Mountain is about to have a sect general election, we are going to visit at this time... I am afraid that they will not only refuse to agree, but will also ridicule us."

Jiang Mingzhen took a deep breath, and his eyes were firm: "Then I have to go. Junior brother is still trapped in Changhuan Valley, and Senior Brother Yun is also there. If we give up at this time, the arrogance of Changhuan Palace will only become more arrogant in the future. Changhuan Palace must be let go." Let people go!"

The honest boy and the others looked at each other, quite helplessly.

Except for Jiang Mingzhen, few people in the Shuiyue Sect today look forward to Yan Fei's return. In their eyes, what Yan Fei did that day has been equated with a traitor. It's just a tactic to slow down the troops, it's a last resort.

There is no need to be forced to ignore the face of the teacher!

Although the few people thought so, they tacitly stopped persuading them. Just a month ago, Jiang Mingzhen and Yan Fei were drawn in the best-selling story books in the Three Realms. What to say.

Jiang Mingzhen didn't pay attention to the faces of his younger brothers and sisters. He stared at the scarlet sword tassel hanging on the sword for a while, and raised his head concentratingly.

"It's getting late, hurry up."

...

Tang Huan didn't know that people from Shuiyue Sect were also rushing towards Diancang Mountain. If he knew, he would definitely be walking faster and faster.

On the path in the forest, he asked Yan Fei: "Have you seen what the Changhuan Palace disciple looks like? What is his cultivation?"

Yan Fei closed her eyes: "No, those are not my disciples. I pay attention to what those people do."

"..." Beating around the bush and saying that he was incompetent as the palace lord.

Thinking of the current relationship between the two, Tang Huan fiddled with the fox's head, forcing him to open his eyes.

"Then you will pay attention next time, and then tell me, do you understand?"

Yan Fei didn't answer, but looked at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, indescribably piercing, Tang Huan cleared his throat, and turned his head back pretending to be calm.

"That's it, I'll ask you next time."

For the next few hours, the two of them didn't talk all the way until the dawn was faint and the sky was breaking. They passed by a roadside tea shop, and they stopped to rest their feet.

He said: "I didn't meet anyone who went to Diancangshan to sign up along the way."

Yan Fei said: "This kind of large-scale sect only has general elections once every ten years. Ordinary people will go to Diancang Mountain to wait for the gate to open."

Tang Huan understood. To put it bluntly, it was a bit like the modern college entrance examination. He had seen it on TV. Those students also booked hotels near the school a few days in advance, for fear that something unexpected would happen that day, or their condition would not be good.

The tea shop by the roadside is very simple, with a few old wooden tables and chairs, a few crumbling wooden beams, and a large piece of gray-blue oilcloth is laid.

At this time, several mountain woodcutters with bamboo baskets and axes were sitting in the tea shop, discussing something lively. Seeing Tang Huan, who was dressed as a woman, seated, he looked curiously and lowered his voice.

The shop waiter served Tang Huan a pot of tea graciously, and asked him if he would like melon seeds and mung bean cake with it. Tang Huan wanted to try it, but he didn't dare to speak. He said it was a man, because he was afraid of being regarded as a pervert.

He was silent for a while, and the waiter waited, his expression became awkward, thinking that he had offended the female Taoist priest somewhere, and sweat began to break out on his forehead.

The fox exhaled heavily from his nose impatiently.

A delicate and soft female voice suddenly sounded from under the hood: "Everything needs a plate."

The waiter in the shop shook his head, and hurriedly backed away with a nod and bow.

At the same time, Tang Huan turned his head to stare at Yan Fei in surprise and surprise. Soon, as if he had realized something, his eyes gradually lit up, and the discomfort of being forced to wear a skirt and pretend to be a woman suddenly subsided by most of it.

The women's clothing in the mustard space is so skillful in dressing, and even imitates the voice perfectly...

He said firmly, "You have also played the role of a woman."

Yan Fei closed his eyes again. He has a strong self-control ability, but lately he was very irritable when he said a word to Tang Huan, "Shut up."

Tang Huanhu asked: "Why are you pretending to be a woman? Aren't you all in the Water Moon Sect? Or do you have some other... female identity?"

It wasn't written in the original book either, or he missed it.

Yan Fei ignored him, and Tang Huan stopped looking for boredom. The waiter brought three plates of snacks, and he tasted them one by one, and then took a sip from the teacup.

For the monk, even if he didn't intend to eavesdrop, the chatter at the next table still reached his ears.

"I heard that the little baby you picked up from your family also went to Dian Cangshan as a teacher?"

"Hahaha, that's right, my mother-in-law sent it over. Back then, the Taoist priest said that my little baby had a destiny of immortality, so I don't know if it's true or not!"

"Just have fun! Huzi's strength, tsk tsk tsk, he can't even hold the old pine tree with one foot, how could it be a fake, your family has a Taoist priest, this time it will be prosperous!"

Hearing the word "Tiger", Tang Huan shook his hands, and the tea in the cup drenched his dress.

Yan Fei's ears trembled, she opened her eyes and glanced at him, her eyes also paused.

Tang Huan's lips parted slightly, and his almond eyes stared at the void. The veiled hat blocked the sunlight, but it couldn't cover the sparkle in his eyes.

Tang Huan was so excited that his breathing was a little unsteady.

This is the first time he has come into contact with the protagonist in the book since time travelling.

What kind of woodcutter is there next door? That's clearly the protagonist's father!

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