You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the new year, and Lu Qianchuan followed Qin Yufeng to make preparations for the new year.

Every year, some disciples rush home to celebrate the new year in the twelfth lunar month, and some who don't want to go home or have no home at all stay in the sect. The Wanling Sect is naturally a big family with one heart and one mind.

Qin Yufeng directed the two young disciples to move the gifts from Xuecheng into the warehouse, then turned to Lu Qianchuan and asked, "The suzerain said that everyone from Xuecheng will also come to us to celebrate the New Year?"

Lu Qianchuan was sorting out the accounts at the end of the year, fiddling with the abacus in his hand, without raising his head: "Yes, I heard that it was suggested by City Lord Lu, and he said that he has not gathered with his brothers for a long time."

Qin Yufeng saw the wintersweet blooming in full bloom outside the window. The bright red plum blossoms greeted the sun, and the slender petals curled inward slightly, rolling in together with the past.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of disappointment: "Yes, the last time we got together was many years ago, and everyone was still there at that time."

In the blink of an eye, a few years later, a group of people were missing in the sect, things changed and people changed, but the war has not stopped.

Thinking of the confrontation with the demon world, he suddenly changed his voice: "Is Shen Yuan coming back for the New Year?"

Lu Qianchuan fiddled with the fingers of the abacus for a moment, and the white jade abacus beads hit his fairer fingers, bouncing back and forth twice without embarrassment.

He dialed back the bead calmly, and said vaguely, "Maybe."

In fact, he wasn't too sure.

For some reason, Mo Chenyuan let go of his grievances and never talked about the events of the past. Although he was in the devil world, he always asked people to send him something, one bite at a time to the elder brother to express their affection.

After half a month of sending off in full swing, when it was almost Chinese New Year, the master from the Demon Realm remained silent.

Lu Qianchuan didn't hear from him for a few days, and felt a little flustered, but was too embarrassed to ask him if he was coming back for the New Year.

Originally, Wanlingzong was equivalent to his home, and it was only natural for him to come back for the New Year, but if he asked too much, it would appear that he was estranged from his family.

The crisp sound of the abacus beads dialed out a summer rainstorm under his hands.

Qin Yufeng smiled helplessly, knowing that he was restless, he deliberately added: "Your birthday is coming soon, why should Shen Yuan come back to celebrate."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

He really didn't receive any news from Mo Chenyuan that he was coming back.

Seeing that Baiyu's abacus was about to fall into Lu Qianchuan's hands, Qin Yufeng put away his playfulness, and curled the corners of his lips cunningly, knowing something well, but he was not ready to say it out loud.

*

Syracuse, the palace of the city lord.

Shao Shu was wearing a deceptive snow city costume, pacing back and forth in front of Lu Fengyi's desk.

Lu Fengyi was busy at the end of the year, and Lu Fengyi was recently ordered by several elders of the sect to force him to go on a blind date. When he was in a state of desperation, he looked up and saw Shao Shu, who looked like an ant on a hot pot, and suddenly felt short of breath: "Brother, I beg you Why don't you just sit down for a while?"

Shao Shu was terribly annoyed, and said in a bad tone, "What do you know?"

The city lord of Xuecheng who didn't understand anything was choked by him, rolled his eyes, lowered his head and continued to read the report sent by his subordinates.

After a while, Shao Shu, who was turning around and sweating on his forehead, suddenly approached his desk, slapped a palm on a stack of documents, and dodged his eyes: "Tell me, I saw Zian, how should I tell him about my past few days?" Where will the year go?"

Lu Fengyi was forced to stop writing, and the veins on his forehead twitched happily. He took a deep breath and suppressed the desire to hit someone in his heart: "Just tell the truth."

Shao Shu: "If he knows that I have been hiding in Qian Chuan's body for four years but has not seen him, he will not stab me to death with a sword!"

Lu Fengyi said nonchalantly, "Not at all."

Shao Shu waved his hand distressedly: "Forget it, let me tell you that you don't understand either."

He turned into that ant on the hot pot again, circling back and forth in the study of the City Lord's Mansion.

Lu Fengyi was so happy that he didn't discuss his emotional troubles with him, so he picked up a pen and continued to correct the documents.

The paper hadn't turned over two pages, and the former Demon Lord, who was close to his hometown, slapped his desk again: "If I tell the truth, and he really wants to hit me, do you think I should fight back?"

The three veins on Lu Fengyi's forehead twitched together, forming a happy little cross. He took a deep breath again: "No need."

Shaoshu was distressed: "I also think it's better not to fight back, but Zi'an's strike doesn't matter how serious it is. I'm afraid that if he strikes down with the sword, Qianchuan's blood will be shed for nothing this year."

Seeing that Lu Fengyi would rather make a strange gesture to correct the official document than raise his head to look at him again, he immediately became angry: "Your shouting 'brother' is for nothing."

Lu Fengyi couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled his eyes at this cheap elder brother: "Who is it, brother? The Sect Master of Wanling Sect stabbed the former Demon Lord to death with a sword. What does it matter to me, the City Lord of Xuecheng?"

Shaoshu: "..."

How could he have thought of handing over his sister to such a gentle scum back then.

*

Demon world, palace.

Shi Qingxu walked into the hall with her sleeves full of wind. She had just finished a practice session, her high ponytail messed up some hair, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her smooth and white forehead.

She held a pitch-black long spear in her hand, and a majestic golden dragon nestled on the tip of the spear, which complemented the golden dragon on her cloak.

The demon soldiers who were busy at the entrance of the main hall were dumbfounded when they saw the princess, and stared blankly at her slender figure entering the hall, forgetting to even salute.

In front of the main hall sits a handsome man in black clothes, who is studying a small piece of clear and transparent glass with his head down, and there is a large pile of discarded materials at his feet.

Such a beauty swaggered by in front of him, but he didn't even lift his head, and said indifferently: "Thanks for your hard work."

Shi Qingxu sat aside with a big knife, and threw all the etiquette taught by Shaoshu behind her head for eight hundred miles, picked up the water glass and took a swig, wiped her mouth with her hand, and complained: "This should be a demon king. responsibility."

Only then did Mo Chenyuan raise his head, and glanced at her indifferently: "Do you really think that I am willing to be this devil?"

Shi Qingxu held up half of her face with great interest, and looked at him with a bright smile: "Could it be that Mr. Mo wants to work for me for a few years for free, and then give up to me after everything is ready?"

Mo Chenyuan was fiddling with a very thin gold wire in his hand, and looked away: "For the sake of our friendship, it doesn't hurt to let you pick up a leak."

Shi Qingxu let out a "bah", and cursed secretly in her heart: "Shameless!"

Although the demons admire power, they don't treat bloodlines lightly.

The Shao clan ruled the demon clan for more than a thousand years, and the demon kings from generation to generation are all strong.As time passed, people in the demon world also spread the saying that the Shao clan produced strong men, and they gradually got used to the rule of the Shao clan.

Shaoshu, the previous demon king, was young and promising, and only Shi Qingxu, a righteous daughter with no royal blood, had no heirs who could legitimately inherit the throne.

Although Luo Huayin is not popular, she is the flesh and blood of the demon princess of the previous generation, and she is of the royal blood.For some demons who don't know the shady background of his superior position, it is obviously better to support a collateral clan than to support Shi Qingxu, a wild child who doesn't know where he picked it up.

This was also an important reason why Shi Qingxu had been fighting against him for a long time, but was still unable to bring him down in one fell swoop.

Shi Qingxu took another sip of water, and said quietly: "If the brothers know that you don't have any demon blood in you, I'm afraid the sky will be turned upside down again."

Mo Chenyuan was trying to put the gold wire coil on the glass sheet, and he said casually: "One day they will know, and the day they know is also the day when I abdicate to the virtuous."

Shi Qingxu didn't like him, and didn't want to accept his favor for nothing, so she frowned slightly and said: "Let's talk, I haven't cut Luo Huayin into pieces, these things are still far away."

She glanced curiously at the delicate little round glass piece in Mo Chenyuan's hand, her delicate face was full of surprise: "What are you doing?"

Mo Chenyuan remained motionless, and cast a cool glance at her: "What's none of your business?"

Based on past experience, whenever Mo Chenyuan said that, what he did must have something to do with a certain handsome young man who was praised by the world.

Shi Qingxu walked to his side unhurriedly, bent down to look at the small glazed mirror, and praised repeatedly: "Your sister is really skillful."

Mo Chenyuan casually picked up the knife on the table and threw it, Shi Qingxu turned her head slightly, the knife flew past her temples, and pierced into the pillar behind her.

Shi Qingxu was not annoyed, she found a clean place to sit down on the ground full of messy tools, and said in a firm tone, "Master Asakawa's birthday is in a few days, I will go with you to congratulate him."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Chenyuan was finally willing to stop what he was doing, turned his head slowly, and looked at her like an ice pick: "What are you going to do?"

Shi Qingxu smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I have been in love with Mr. Qianchuan for many years, so of course I want to propose marriage."

"Crack-"

The table under Mo Chenyuan shattered at the sound, and only the glazed mirror that was made with great difficulty was held firmly in his hand, so as not to be killed.

*

After finishing his day's affairs, Lu Qianchuan walked slowly from Qiling Palace back to Qianshuju.

The plum blossoms on the side of the road are blooming wantonly, clustered together, like a burning flame.

The sky was gloomy, and the moonlight was mostly blocked by dark clouds. In his eyes, there was only a large group of red clouds that looked like fire, and he couldn't distinguish the petals of plum blossoms at all.

Lu Qianchuan smiled wryly, and secretly said: "You are young, and your eyes are becoming more and more useless."

Just as he was thinking about it, ice suddenly appeared on the bridge of his nose, and a hand stretched out from behind in front of him, and put something on the bridge of his nose.

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. Before his fingers touched the bridge of his nose, his blurred vision seemed to be washed clean suddenly, and he had a clear view of the scene in front of him.

He turned his head in a daze, and saw Mo Chenyuan standing behind him smiling.

Mo Chenyuan was wearing a gold-rimmed black dress, with a few plum blossoms embroidered on his chest and cuffs, which contrasted nicely with the plum forest behind him.

Mo Chenyuan's smile is not as treacherous as in the dream at all, but it reveals infinite warmth in the three or nine days. He stretched out his hand and gently helped Lu Qianchuan straighten the glass mirror on his face. cheeks, with a brisk voice: "Do you like it?"

Lu Qianchuan touched the cold golden edge of the glazed mirror, and clearly saw Mo Chenyuan's amazing smile from the lens: "You did it?"

Mo Chenyuan was noncommittal: "I thought it could be completed a few days ago, but I didn't expect to spend too much effort on the details and took some time."

Lu Qianchuan's fingers moved along the lens a little bit, trying to find the "details" he called.

The lens is connected by a very thin gold wire, which can be placed on the ear, and there is another gold wire, which comes from the same place as the gold wire. "The spirit stone with the words "bends out a brilliance under his side face.

The golden thread was clearly imperceptible, but it was able to fix the glazed mirror in front of his eyes. Lu Qianchuan's finger slid across the golden thread. When he reached a certain point, a large peach garden suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The scene in front of him was too real, Lu Qianchuan was startled, his fingers trembled subconsciously, and touched another point.

Now the scenery in front of him changed again, the peach blossoms and willows and greens all turned into passing clouds, and the lotus leaves against the pink lotus in the sky spread a lotus pond in front of him with moonlight.

Lu Qianchuan withdrew his hand, and the scene in his eyes suddenly retracted, and he saw Mo Chenyuan's red pupils with a sly smile again.

His crimson eyes are more coquettish than wintersweet, and when he looks at Lu Qianchuan, he has an indescribable obsession. It seems that those eyes can't hold the world, but they can only let go of Lu Qianchuan.

For some reason, Lu Qianchuan's heart beat faster for no reason. He quickly turned his head away to avoid the direct gaze of Mo Chenyuan: "Did you add illusion to the golden thread?"

Mo Chenyuan's brows were the same, showing a bit of pride: "Combining the skills of demons and spiritual cultivation, I embedded more than 200 kinds of scenery into it. These scenery can be combined at will. Every time you look at it, you can see different things. Same sight."

Lu Qianchuan's heart jumped into the hot spring, and it was warm. The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, but he said: "If I am indulging in illusions and can't see the real scene, it's okay to make a fool of myself in front of everyone." What should I do?"

Mo Chenyuan grabbed his shoulders, pushed him from behind and walked towards Qianshuju, with a relaxed tone: "When you enter the illusion, I will hold your hand by the side, brother, what other fools are you thinking of?"

Lu Qianchuan couldn't help laughing, and actually laughed out loud. He panicked, quickly picked up his cold baggage, and coughed lightly, pretending to be serious.

But Mo Chenyuan behind him was not deaf, so he naturally heard the once-in-a-hundred-year-old clear smile, and his suppressed mood was instantly ignited by this chuckle, which exploded into fireworks in Mo Chenyuan's mind.

He stretched out his hand almost instinctively, hugged Lu Qianchuan from behind, and put his head on Lu Qianchuan's shoulder.

The two heard each other's heartbeat through the thick winter clothes, thumping, and they seemed to be beating faster than anyone else.

Lu Qianchuan's high-cold baggage was frightened by his sudden action and fell to the ground. He opened his mouth in the twilight, and finally exhaled a few wisps of white air. His throat seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't say a word. out.

Mo Chenyuan hugged him, his heartbeat became more and more uncontrollable, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how he could suddenly lose his composure and make such an outrageous move.

The two stood frozen on the dark path for a long time, Mo Chenyuan let him go, his voice was hoarse: "It's cold outside, go back quickly."

Lu Qianchuan nodded with a stiff face.

*

Lu Qianchuan's birthday is very small, two days before New Year's Eve.

On the day of his birthday, a flood of gifts flowed through the storeroom. He glanced at the gift list. As in previous years, only a few of them had real friendship with him, and most of them came for his status as the chief disciple of the Wanling Sect. gift.

He asked his junior to put these gifts in different categories, and put the gift list back in his arms, silently thinking about which ones need to be returned and which ones are just for personal favors.

Welcoming and sending off has never been his specialty, Lu Qianchuan rubbed the corners of his brows with a headache, year after year at this time, he had some thoughts of "it's better to be a loner".

With his hands behind his back, he walked on the road in an old-fashioned way, when he heard the sound of gongs and drums beating behind him, he couldn't help but stop.

Seeing a young disciple running from the direction of the mountain gate, he stopped hurriedly and saluted hurriedly.

Lu Qianchuan was puzzled: "Where is the sound of gongs and drums coming from?"

The doorkeeper disciple replied: "Senior brother, it was the demon princess who brought a team of demons up the mountain, and said that she wanted to discuss with the suzerain about the crusade against Luo Huayin."

Lu Qianchuan's heart moved: "Shi Qingxu?"

He thought to himself, "Why did she come here in such a big way?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little disciple wanted to continue running after saluting, but Lu Qianchuan greeted him: "You go and do your work first, I'll go to greet you in person, and you don't need to tell the suzerain."

The little disciple answered "Yes" and ran away quickly.

When Lu Qianchuan walked to the gate of the mountain, he saw a group of majestic demons standing at the gate of the Baiyu Mountain of Wanlingzong, and in the front of the demons, a beautiful woman like an autumn moon stood gracefully, and the brilliance flowed between glances.

He tiptoed, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Shi Qingxu and bowed his hands in salute: "Miss Shi, long time no see."

Shi Qingxu could only feel the breeze blowing on her face, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a modest gentleman standing in front of her. His face was not unfamiliar, and it was more exciting than a few years ago.

Shi Shiran, the princess of the Demon Race, held back her skirt and bowed her body: "I haven't seen Mr. Qianchuan for many years, is everything okay, Mr.?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "Princess Lao is concerned, everything is fine."

He didn't know that Shi Qingxu had become brothers with Mo Chenyuan, and he could hear some emotional troubles from the devil's mouth every few days. He knew him much more than he did a few years ago, and he was very He politely invited everyone to follow him up the mountain.

Shi Qingxu stared at his back like a pine tree, feeling a pang of regret in her heart: "Mr. Pianpian has been taken to pieces by villains like Mo Chenyuan, what is the reason for it?"

She also didn't know that when Mo Chenyuan talked to her, he always deliberately blurred some crucial information, so that she always thought that the sleeves of the two people had broken into a concentric knot, but she didn't know that Mo Chenyuan's side was completely broken. However, Lu Qianchuan was still unconscious, walking around with unbroken sleeves was a common practice every day.

He led Shi Qingxu to Shao'an residence, knowing that there were some things he should not listen to, so he went in to say hello to Yan Zi'an, and quickly withdrew.

As soon as the door was closed, a group of thick-backed demon men looked at him with piercing eyes.

Shi Qingxu's subordinates were fatter and stronger than each other, and Lu Qianchuan stood between them in white clothes, like a little sheep strayed into a herd of bears.

He coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Everyone, please follow me."

*

Mo Chenyuan rushed from the Demon Race to Wanlingzong in a hurry, and caught Shen Qingze who had just rushed back from home to celebrate Lu Qianchuan's birthday at the mountain gate.

Shen Qingze was holding a gift in his hand, humming a ditty, his face full of joy, turned his head, and saw Mo Chenyuan who was staring at him fiercely, his feet slipped in fright, and he almost rolled off the spirit weapon.

He rubbed his chest in shock, and sighed for a while: "Second Senior Brother is also here to celebrate Senior Senior Brother's birthday? Should you restrain your expression?"

Mo Chenyuan couldn't help but grab half of his shoulder, with a ferocious expression: "Is Shi Qingxu here?"

Shen Qingze had just returned and hadn't landed yet, so he didn't know the whereabouts of the demon princess, so he looked at him blankly.

Mo Chenyuan took a deep breath, let go of this idle young man who didn't know what to ask, and jumped down over Qianshuju all the way.

Lu Qianchuan had just settled down with the demons, and when he entered the door, he fell down like a meteorite. He was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he tried to maintain his composure on his face: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mo Chenyuan ran in front of him in three steps at a time, looked him up and down carefully, and then held his shoulder: "Shi Qingxu didn't say anything to you, did he?"

The exchange between Lu Qianchuan and Shi Qingxu did not exceed three sentences, and he shook his head in a daze: "She discussed with the suzerain in Shao'anju about jointly attacking Luo Huayin, do you want to go there?"

As long as she didn't come to propose marriage, Mo Chenyuan had absolutely no interest in what she talked about with the suzerain.

He shook his head: "These are all agreed upon by us in the Demon Realm. My status is embarrassing. If some conditions are indecent if I ask them, let her do it herself."

Lu Qianchuan couldn't laugh or cry, although he knew that what he said was reasonable, he still couldn't help reaching out and knocking him: "You left all the affairs to a girl?"

Mo Chenyuan was even more dumbfounded than him: "She is the future Demon Lord, and she can't handle these things. Who can obey her in the future?"

Lu Qianchuan was not in the Demon Realm, but he understood their bitterness to some extent, so he stopped talking and said: "Go into the room, I'll make you some tea."

*

Holding the steaming teacup, Mo Chenyuan took a sip of warm tea flowing through his viscera, and immediately drove away most of the coldness in his body.

He leaned lazily on the chair, his eyes swept over the layout of the room one by one.

Lu Qianchuan likes simplicity, and most of the rooms are elegantly decorated without any luxurious decorations. Compared with the demon palace, it can be said to be very shabby.

But this place is many times warmer than the palace of the Demon Race.

Looking at Lu Qianchuan through the hot tea, he always felt that the senior brother's brows and eyes became softer and warmer. There seemed to be a bunch of small hooks in his heart, and he always wanted to ask for more.

Touching the teacup lightly with his fingers, he kept thinking about his plans for the next few days. Mo Chenyuan suddenly raised his eyes, and his voice contained spring water: "Brother, do you want to follow me to the Demon Realm in a few days?"

"After the year?" Lu Qianchuan put down his teacup and thought for a moment, "I really don't have any important things after the year, but I'm just doing well. Why do you suddenly want to take me to the devil world?"

Mo Chenyuan hid the deep undercurrents in his eyes, facing Lu Qianchuan's attitude of complete trust, he swallowed back the words he had planned, and lowered his eyes in the hot white air: "The demons also have many people from the human world." There are no sights, I want to take you to have a look while I'm still in the Demon Lord's seat."

Lu Qianchuan didn't expect such a childish reason to come, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He always felt that the Mo Chenyuan in front of him seemed to be back to that 16-year-old boy, awkwardly following behind his senior brother, wanting to show off in front of his senior brother with some minor achievements.

Looking at it this way, even though his stature has been raised, his aura is even more bluffing than before, and even his eyes are no longer the original pure black.

The cuteness hasn't changed at all.

Naturally, Lu Qianchuan had no reason to refuse him, so he agreed straight away: "After I finish the New Year and hand over the matter at hand, I will stay with you for a few days."

Mo Chenyuan put down a big stone in his heart, and the complicated undercurrent in his eyes also disappeared a lot: "I'll go ask Master again,"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Lu Qianchuan's reaction, he ran out like a gust of wind, looking in the direction of going to Shao'anju.

Lu Qianchuan had never seen Mo Chenyuan say that the wind is the rain. He stared blankly at his back for a while, turned around inexplicably, and thought, "Why are you so anxious?"

*

Shao'an Residence is as clean and tidy as ever, and the crabapple tree has grown taller. In winter, it is bare without the wrapping of green leaves and red flowers, showing an ambition to pierce the sky.

When Mo Chenyuan entered the door, Shi Qingxu happened to say goodbye to Yan Zi'an, turned her head and saw him with a look of surprise, "I've already made an agreement" was clearly written in her eyes.

Mo Chenyuan and she nodded to each other, and when Shi Qingxu walked out of the room, he lifted his clothes and knelt down in front of Yan Zi'an.

Yan Zi'an hadn't received such a big gift from him for a long time, and she just chatted with Shi Qingxu about some old things, and now she didn't calm down, and the expression on her face was inexplicable: "What is this for?"

Mo Chenyuan got straight to the point: "This disciple wants to invite Master to live in the Demon Realm for a while."

Yan Zi'an was much busier than Lu Qianchuan, so he didn't immediately agree to him: "Why?"

Mo Chenyuan's eyes flickered for a while, but he decided to speak bluntly: "Is the seal you put on senior brother about to expire?"