The villain master just wants to die [Transmigration Book]

On the other side, Jiang Mingchen asked the puppet to lead the way, leading him outside Nanheng's room.

On the way, he saw a peach grove with a few houses scattered in it, and he thought he had entered another illusion.

Each house here is an independent stateroom, walking among them makes people feel as if they are in a paradise.

The peach blossoms are all over the sky, and the fragrance of the flowers is overwhelming.

But Jiang Mingchen didn't have time to appreciate the magnificent scenery of the Taoyuan, so he hurried to the outside of Nanheng's house in almost a few breaths.

Knocking on the door lightly, the door was opened with a "squeak".

As soon as Jiang Mingchen entered, the scene in front of him changed, and it became a three-room wooden house.

Opposite the door is a small hall.There is a low table in the hall, with tea and snacks on the table, and two futons under the table.

Although the house doesn't look like much, but everything is fine.

The low table is made of Nantian Hemu that has been formed for thousands of years. It has a delicate fragrance. Just smelling it is enough to make you feel refreshed.

The futon is embroidered with dark patterns of lotus flowers, the lines are smooth, and the patterns are complicated. It looks like a famous artist at first glance.

At first glance, the tea set appears to be common, but it is also made of top-quality purple sand, which is hard to come by.

"Senior brother is so elegant." Jiang Mingchen expressed his feelings.

In comparison, he is much rougher, at least he doesn't have the heart to play with these delicate things.

Nan Heng immediately raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Mingchen as if he had a clear mind.

"sit."

Nan Heng made a "please" gesture, signaling Jiang Mingchen to sit on the futon opposite him, then picked up the teacup, and sipped tea leisurely.

However, Jiang Mingchen felt inexplicably uneasy.

He has a feeling that he is not here to play chess, but to go to court.

Although this might be the opponent's professional aura, Jiang Mingchen instinctively became vigilant.

After taking his seat, he asked curiously: "Senior brother has all the preparations, even the tea is still steaming. I think it's not long since we started. Why, senior brother expected me to come so soon?"

Nan Heng put down his teacup and chuckled, "Every time you play chess with me, don't you always ask for something? Since you have something to ask for, why do you run so slowly?"

This... where do I start!

Every time you play chess, you always ask for something?

Jiang Mingchen had never found this matter in the original body's memory.

Could it be the original body's memory when he was a disciple?

Jiang Mingchen rejoiced secretly, luckily he didn't say much, otherwise wouldn't he reveal his secrets?

His heart trembled, and he denied it: "There is absolutely no such thing! Brother, you can't slander me! I just want to learn chess with you!"

In the end, Jiang Mingchen's reaction made Nan Heng feel nostalgic, "You are exactly the same as before."

It's a pity that such a junior, after becoming the master of a peak, suddenly changed.

The past was like smoke, and Nan Heng didn't want to mention it again, so he quickly withdrew his thoughts.

He didn't bother to worry about whether the other party had something to ask for, he would naturally say what he wanted to say, and he had plenty of time to influence them.

"Well, since we have nothing else to do, let's play chess. How about chess?"

Nan Heng signaled the opponent to take out the chess, and did not ask any further questions.

As soon as the words fell, there was an extra white jade chess table next to the low table, which was slightly higher than the low table. There was a pair of chess pieces on it, and there was a chill all over.

Nan Heng saw the mystery at a glance, and was a little surprised, "You made this?"

Jiang Mingchen nodded in response.

"It is indeed a good chess game. However, good chess pieces may not necessarily lead to a good chess game. Let me kill you to pieces!"

The corner of Nan Heng's mouth curled up, and a sternness immediately appeared on his originally amiable face.

The other party in this state is really dangerous, and Jiang Mingchen feels that it is not good.

However, before he had time to make an excuse to escape, he saw that the opponent had already made a move, and the first round of fighting began.

After this killing, Jiang Mingchen finally understood why Nan Heng had such a strange expression at that time.

It turned out that it wasn't his bad chess skills, but the opponent's bad chess skills!

Moreover, it's not just that simple, it's just a bad chess basket!

But helplessly, the other party "has a big addiction to food", so he just enjoys it.

Even if Jiang Mingchen didn't inherit his original chess skills, he could come back and win with his primary school student chess records.

The point is, Nan Hengcai is fine, he still regrets the game!

As soon as I put it down, as soon as I found something wrong, I immediately picked it up again!

Good guy!Jiang Mingchen called him a good guy in his heart!

It is said that the quality of chess is based on character, but here at Nanheng, it has become nonsense.

Obviously the other party is upright and reliable in his work, how can his chess skills be so poor? !

Jiang Mingchen knew why the original body wanted to ask for something, so he played chess with Nanheng...

Damn, this is torture!If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let the opponent try chess!

As the phantoms give birth to illusions, new pleasures arose outside the game itself.Nanheng was even more reluctant to think about Shu, and his interest became stronger.

Jiang Mingchen just wanted to call for help!

"Brother, it's getting late, let's go here today, I should go back to practice."

Finally, Jiang Mingchen couldn't bear it anymore, taking advantage of the fact that he had just finished a game, he directly led the chess team, ran to the door, and waved to Nan Heng, "Brother, goodbye!"

Xu Shi Nanheng took it for granted, and was not angry. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled knowingly.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the past.

"Brother, brother is free anytime these days."

"No, the younger brother still has to give advice to the apprentice these few days, so I won't bother the older brother."

Hearing this, Jiang Mingchen ran even faster.

The puppet led back to the newly changed room, and Jiang Mingchen was about to open the door to enter when he heard Mu Wenye's voice behind him.

He couldn't figure it out, he was already far away, why did the hero keep posting it?Don't you hate him?

Turning around, Jiang Mingchen looked at Mu Wenye.

The other party is dressed in crescent white, the clothes are soft in texture, tailored and slim, with a long brown belt around his waist, a silver sword on his back, black hair tied high with a wooden hairpin, and a pair of black shoes under his feet. The whole person looks slender, tall and straight, and heroic.

Jiang Mingchen couldn't help it either, looking at the other party's thick eyelashes, he was a little lost for a while.

It wasn't until the other party called again that he came back to his senses, "Are you looking for a teacher on purpose?"

Mu Wenye nodded, looking very cute, "Master, this disciple doesn't know much about swordsmanship..."

"In that case, come in."

Jiang Mingchen didn't ask the other party why he didn't go to Bai Qiongyu. Although Bai Qiongyu was close to the other party and was good at using swords, the other party was his apprentice. Could it be possible that the apprentice came to ask for advice?

Pushing open the door, they saw a small courtyard.

In addition to an open space in the courtyard, there are three huts and a big tree with stone tables and chairs under the tree.

Jiang Mingchen didn't enter the house, but motioned for the other party to sit together in the yard.

But Mu Wenye didn't sit down, and Jiang Mingchen didn't force it, he just asked, "Is this sword in your hand?"

Mu Wenye replied: "No, it's just that my disciple used to grow herbs, refine panacea, or use rattan to fend off enemies. I really don't know swordsmanship..."

This was not an accusation, but Jiang Mingchen still felt a little guilty.

It is indeed the original body's fault to stock up on the other party, but it is his fault to give a silver sword casually without caring whether the other party can use it or not.

"The teacher knows that you don't know swordsmanship. This sword is only used for self-defense. After the trial meeting, you will naturally know what you are good at and what you use."

After Jiang Mingchen finished speaking, he felt that this sword was very tasteless, so he might as well not give it away...

"What is the magic weapon you asked someone to forge?"

Mu Wenye replied honestly, "It's a pair of short knives."

Two-handed knife!This is quite in line with the opponent's style.

Compared to fighters, Muwenye is indeed closer to assassins, the kind of pricks.

Jiang Mingchen recalled the description of the hero's close combat in the original book, and became more and more sure of his judgment.

However, thinking that the other party's magic weapon could not keep up with the trial meeting, and there was no other way, Jiang Mingchen was silent for a moment, and said to Mu Wenye: "How about...as a teacher to teach you a set of sword skills?"

Mu Wenye was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and saluted Jiang Mingchen, "Thank you, Master."

Afterwards, Jiang Mingchen stretched out his hand to Mu Wenye, and Mu Wenye immediately presented the silver sword.

Jiang Mingchen lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the silver sword, and his fingers lightly brushed the scabbard. The silver sword reacted immediately, trembling and making a contentious sound, like a puppy being given away, acting like a spoiled child to its original owner.

Such an association made Jiang Mingchen raise the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

He was already handsome and refined, but now that he smiled lightly, there was an indescribable gentleness that made people unable to move their eyes away.

Mu Wenye stared at Jiang Mingchen's fingers, a little dazed. When he realized that he had lost his composure, he immediately looked away and said, "Master is very suitable for using swords."

But in fact, what he wanted to say was that Master has a pair of hands suitable for holding a sword.

The opponent's fingers were well-articulated and green like jade. It was hard to imagine what it would be like to kill an enemy with a sword.

Hearing this, Jiang Mingchen couldn't help raising his eyes, looking at the young man standing in front of him.

However, in the past few months, the other party seems to have grown a little more, and the originally slightly green facial features are now more charming.

"The sword is a traditional magic weapon for monks."

This is also the reason why Jiang Mingchen gave the other party a silver sword casually, because no matter what, there is no mistake.

Most monks, even if they are good at other magical weapons, will learn a few sets of swordsmanship to defend themselves, so that even if their magical weapons are destroyed, they can still use their swords to resist one or two, and they will not be caught without a fight.

"So, you don't have to be good at using swords, but you have to know how to use swords." Jiang Mingchen reminded: "Since you like double swords, you may like this set of swordsmanship as a teacher."

As soon as the words were finished, Jiang Mingchen pulled out the silver sword with a "swish", threw the scabbard to Mu Wenye, and then drew the ladle according to the image in his mind, and began to practice.

It was also the first time for him to play with the sword, and he thought he would stumble, but after he swung the sword, these worries disappeared immediately.

It wasn't until the smooth demonstration of a set of sword skills that he came back to his senses from this hearty feeling.

The silver sword was quietly switched to the left hand, and the right hand trembled slightly, not because of weakness, but because of excitement, like an old friend reunited after a long absence, which made Jiang Mingchen secretly frown, feeling a little uneasy.

Standing on the spot, straightened his expression, Jiang Mingchen looked at Mu Wenye, and found that the other party had a solemn expression, "Do you remember?"

He originally thought that the other party, as the male protagonist, was the son of heaven, so he would not fail to remember.

It turned out to be unexpected, the other party really didn't remember...

"Can you read it again, disciple?"

watch it again?

Jiang Mingchen was rather surprised, is this set of sword skills so difficult to learn?Can't even see the hero?

Who is the Son of Heaven? !

Jiang Mingchen complained in his heart, but he still agreed with the other party.

However, he thought about it and found that he didn't even remember every move of this set of swordsmanship...

However, the silver sword danced again, like the wind returning to the snow, even if Jiang Mingchen didn't remember any moves, he could swing them freely, as if this set of sword skills came from the depths of his soul.

After the rehearsal was over, Jiang Mingchen found that he could remember some moves, but when he tried to think about them, he couldn't remember them again...

Mu Wenye, on the other hand, had glazed eyes bright and full of thirst for knowledge. When Jiang Mingchen looked at him, he felt a little embarrassed, "Can I ask Master to demonstrate again?"

Jiang Mingchen: "..."

Is this brat messing with me? !

Jiang Mingchen felt that with the other party's talent, it was impossible not to learn it!So he has every reason to be so suspicious!

However, it would be a good thing if the relationship between the two could be improved through a set of swordsmanship and the goodwill could be improved.

So, Jiang Mingchen took a deep breath, held the silver sword in his hand, and started to practice again.

When he stopped, he found that Mu Wenye was imitating himself bit by bit with empty hands, Jiang Mingchen frowned slightly.

"Next!" He threw the silver sword in his hand to the opponent.

Mu Wenye caught the silver sword neatly, and began to make gestures bit by bit according to his memory.

It was very slow at first, and he had to think for a long time for almost every movement. However, as time went by, Mu Wenye's movements became faster and more proficient.

The murderous aura contained in the sword technique is also gradually laid out.

Jiang Mingchen was surprised, he didn't understand why the original body had such a set of sword skills.

When he practiced by himself just now, he didn't feel it, but now he saw Mu Wenye's gestures, he realized that this set of swordsmanship was treacherous, and the murderous aura implied in it was beyond the reach of ordinary swordsmanship.

Moreover, judging from the number of sword techniques, it seems to be created by a strong sword cultivator!

As an alchemist, how did Yuan Bo learn such an extraordinary set of swordsmanship?

Jiang Mingchen's gaze moved with the figures in the courtyard, layer after layer of killing intent, like rippling water ripples, spread out to the surroundings.

Under the influence of the sword energy, the phantom of the originally quiet small courtyard was slightly distorted, obviously unbearable.

And this is just the ability of a Jindan cultivator when he is a beginner...

Jiang Mingchen suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and saw that Mu Wenye was already holding the sword in his hand, his forehead was sweating slightly, and his eyes were extremely hot.

"May I ask Master, what is the name of this sword technique?" Mu Wenye approached, and asked respectfully.

Jiang Mingchen wanted to make up a random one, but subconsciously replied: "This is the Qingwu sword technique, one sword attracts phoenixes."

"Qingwu swordsmanship..."

The name of this sword technique was extremely unfamiliar, and Mu Wenye had never heard of it before, but he still read it in a low voice, and then saluted Jiang Mingchen solemnly.

"Thank you, master, for teaching me the art. This disciple must practice diligently so as not to lose the prestige of the sect."

Compared to the previous salutes, Mu Wenye saluted sincerely this time.

"You are the apprentice of the teacher, and it is only right and proper for the teacher to teach you."

Jiang Mingchen didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be able to gain the respect that the male lead would like.

At this time, even the tone of the other party's speech was quite sincere.

It seems that his efforts were not in vain, and he was one step closer to a happy ending.

Because of the joy in his heart, when he heard that Mu Wenye wanted to come over every day and ask him for advice, Jiang Mingchen readily agreed.

But when the other party left, he regretted it a little.

Forget it, even if he is no longer hostile to me, as a master, I should try my best to teach him.

Jiang Mingchen thought like this, but always felt that something was wrong.

Even if he taught the other party a set of sword techniques, did the other party's attitude change too quickly?