Love Eater [Quick Transmigration]

Thinking about it from another angle, it is all right for Zhenxuan to continue to misunderstand like this.

Lu Wei could feel that since he and A Yin came to the top of the snow-capped mountain, Zhenxuan had deliberately suppressed the evil spirit and demonic energy all over his body, and he became much calmer.

Apart from the mark of the fallen demon on his forehead, Zhenxuan looks like the untouched, clear and cold fairy from the outside.

As a result, after A Yin stayed on the top of this snow mountain for half a year, he was no longer afraid to hide from Zhenxuan.

Seven or eight-year-old children are disgusting, Lu Wei has always been lenient and strict in managing children, and taught A Yin very well; but because of untold hardships, Zhenxuan found his lover to be reincarnated, wishing to bring all the good things in the world to him In front of A Yin, he is not willing to be disciplined, he just blindly pampers and indulges, no matter whether the request is reasonable or not, he mostly obeys his words.

This led to the fact that after A Yin was not afraid of Zhenxuan, he dared to ride on Zhenxuan's head to do his best.

Zhenxuan never got angry because of this, even if A Yin made a fuss, he just coaxed him with a good temper, or laughed it off.

And Zhenxuan, who got his wish, was content with his current life, restrained all his subordinates, and had no intention of continuing to kill and expand his power, which can be regarded as one less disaster for the world.

Two years have passed without incident, and it is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhenxuan and A Yin live in the main courtyard, while Lu Wei lives in the west courtyard, and the two rooms are far apart.

In addition, there are shadow guards guarding the west courtyard, so if it wasn't for Zhenxuan's instruction, Lu Wei and A Yin would not be able to see each other easily.

Although Zhenxuan pampered and indulged A Yin a lot, Zhenxuan, who wanted to be the most important person of A Yin, was very wary of Lu Wei who was wearing Wang Lang's skin. None have been loosely changed.

Zhenxuan looked at A Yin, who was lying on the Babu bed with his back facing the sky, his limbs spread wide, sleeping until he was snoring and farting, and pressed his temple with a headache.

The monk first cut off his appetite, and then replaced sleep with meditation.

But after A Yin practiced until he lost his appetite, he cried and quarreled with him, saying that he was coaxed by him, so that he lost his appetite when he saw delicious food.

Then no matter what, he was unwilling to replace sleep with meditation practice, and had to lie down on the bed to sleep at night.

Fortunately, A Yin is the root of the heavenly spirit. As long as he enters the Taoist gate, he can deepen his Taoism even when breathing, lying up, and he is still young, about nine years old. Although his practice speed is slower because of this, there is no need to rush become.

Zhen Xuan stepped forward, tucked the corner of the quilt for A Yin, looked at that handsome little face in pink and jade, and thought of A Yin's lawlessness in the daytime, and another headache.

Then I thought of A Yin's obedient and sweet-mouthed appearance when he met Wang Lang two days ago, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

In the past two years, he has tried his best to reduce the time that the father and son spend together. He is the one who usually takes care of A Yin, and he is the one who loves A Yin a lot. Why does this child treat Wang Lang and him with completely different faces?

Zhenxuan, who had never raised a child before, was puzzled and somewhat unconvinced.

Seeing that A Yin was sleeping deeply, Zhenxuan simply stepped out of the room and decided to go to the West Side Courtyard to meet Wang Lang.

It was only when I walked outside the western side courtyard that I thought it was funny.

Wang Lang is a mortal, and his life span is only a hundred years old, so let him stay away from A Yin, and take good care of him until the end of his life.When A Yin becomes an adult, he will be sensible. Wang Lang, himself, and A Yin are not fellow travelers. The monk sees that ordinary people are like ants. What will he compete with and compare with Wang Lang?

But since we're here, it's okay to take a look at what Wang Lang is doing.

Zhenxuan disappeared and stepped into the courtyard.

At this moment, the moon reaches the top of the sky, and everything in the courtyard is shrouded in the bright moonlight.

In the past two years, Zhenxuan has deliberately ignored the existence of Wang Lang, and this is the first time he has stepped into the West Side Courtyard.

To his surprise, he had thought that Wang Lang was from a humble background and would not have much interest, but the place was tidied up in a very charming and full of life atmosphere.

There are no exotic flowers and plants in the yard. The morning glory has covered half of the wall, dotted with red, purple and purple trumpet-shaped flowers; in the corner of the wall, there are several rows of cucumber racks, and there are fresh cucumbers with yellow flowers and thorns on the top, which are very watery. gratifying.

Gourd vines, grape racks, and newly brewed fruit wine are placed on the stone tables in the courtyard. They are fragrant and fragrant. Served with a few dishes, delicious lake crabs, and hand-made moon cakes, the festive atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival is spread.

Wang Lang was sitting beside the stone table, drinking with An Mei, who was guarding him.

The dark charm turned into a human body, a handsome young man in black, holding a clear lotus leaf cup made of bone china, touched each other with Wang Lang, and drank it with a smile.

Zhenxuan thought to himself, Wang Lang is a mortal, and he has not gone down the mountain for two years. This set of Longquan kiln cups, which he has never seen at home, is worth tens of thousands of gold. Touch it and give it to Wang Lang.

Looking further down, the dark charm who does not need to eat or drink, after touching a glass of wine with Wang Lang, used eight pieces of crabs familiarly, picked out the crab paste and crab meat, dipped them in ginger vinegar, and put them in Wang Lang. before.

Wang Lang didn't refuse either, and ate the crab meat handed over by An Mei with wine. Obviously, they had a very good relationship, and it wasn't the first time they spent Mid-Autumn Festival together.

The two of them were laughing and talking to each other there, after eating and drinking, An Mei saw An Mei put away the cups and saucers, then took out the root Ruomu, and asked Wang Lang to cut the flute for him.

Zhenxuan didn't know why he had been standing here and didn't leave, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help being shocked.

Ruomu is born in the source of Ruoshui, and it is one of the twelve spiritual trees in the world; every dark charm can fold a branch on it in its lifetime, and then find a skilled craftsman to make the fate flute.

Ruo Muxiao, a song that hooks people's souls, enters barriers and dreams for three lives.

An Mei has only one branch in her life, which is as precious as An Mei's second life. An Mei usually looks for high-level monks who are good at casting tools, and carefully carves and polishes them.

And at this very moment, Anmei actually wants Wang Lang, a mortal, to be a flute with him?

Wang Lang didn't even refuse, and asked An Mei to take the carpenter's tools again, pick up the emerald-like Ruomu with aura of light, pondered for a while, and then started to work.

He also made it very quickly, but he drilled and polished it in a matter of hours, a few plum blossoms protruded from the body of the flute, and the whole wooden flute was smooth and clean, without being flashy, simple and simple.

After Wang Lang was done, he held the flute to his lips and played half of the song "Dongtian Chunxiao" to test the sound.

After confirming that the pitch was correct, he handed over the completed wooden flute to An Mei.

An Mei was overjoyed to get the flute, stroked it up and down several times, and thanked Wang Lang.

Zhenxuan, who was hiding his body at the side, was taken away by the half of the song "Spring Dawn in the Cave".

Why is it such a coincidence that Lu Wei also played this song when he played Haotian Huanpei for the first time in order to please him.

As soon as he thought of this, the feeling of bitterness and insufficiency rolled in his chest, and without thinking about it, he showed his appearance in front of Wang Lang and An Mei.

Since Lu Wei died in the Nine Heavens Immortal Ting Soul Destroyer Array, he has lived alone. No matter when he was slaughtered and conquered in all directions, or when he became the co-lord of the Abyss of Encountering Demons and Haoyuan Peak, all he could feel was boundless silence, There's always a big piece missing from my chest.

I found Lu Wei's reincarnation A Yin two years ago. At the beginning, he was ecstatic and worried about gains and losses. He devoted all his heart and mind to A Yin, and even took the name "Lu Wei" for A Yin, just to be able to call his lover openly The name.

However, after getting along for a long time, I realized that A Yin is still an ignorant child at all, far from the "Lu Wei" he expected.

Therefore, after Zhenxuan took the Taoist name "Lu Wei" for A Yin with selfish intentions, he was not very willing to call A Yin the Taoist name.

It's just because he vaguely feels that A Yin still doesn't deserve this name.

Of course, despite this, he still firmly believes that as A Yin grows up and matures, sooner or later he will become the person in his mind.

But before that...he was still very lonely.

When he didn't know the taste of love, he practiced hard in the ice and snow for hundreds of years, and he didn't feel empty and boring; The heart is sore and unbearable, empty and empty.

Zhenxuan waved away the dark charm, took his flute and walked in front of Lu Wei, and said, "Play that song again."

He has practiced the ruthless way for hundreds of years, and he doesn't show his emotions easily. At this time, his heart is obviously rising and falling, but his face is still expressionless.

Lu Wei didn't know that Zhenxuan would appear today, and he usually pays attention to covering up the habits, hobbies, and strengths he developed on the top of the snow mountain for more than two hundred years to avoid showing his feet.

He used to love painting, but now he has changed to woodcut; he used to be good at playing the piano, but now he never touches the piano halfway.Even the posture of sitting, standing and walking, and the dignified and unrestrained spirit cultivated in the life of Zhenxuan before, have all been carefully changed.

Seeing Zhenxuan's sudden appearance, Lu Wei was startled at first, and then seeing him looking at him blankly, he calmed down again, recalling what he had done tonight, there was no flaw.

"Dongtian Chunxiao" is a very common repertoire, which can be played on the qin, as well as the flute, flute and sheng.If Zhenxuan recognized him by saying that he used this song to audition habitually, that would be a big joke in the world.

So Lu Wei was taken aback for the first time, and then he didn't panic, took the wooden flute from Zhenxuan, stood in the melting moonlight, smiled and bowed: "The villain takes orders."

Although Lu Wei has carefully changed his previous posture and temperament, he has a different attitude of being neither humble nor overbearing, and his attitude is calm.

If you want to use an analogy, he used to be like a scorching sun, which made people feel dizzy when he saw it; now he is like a still water, and it seems that the water is calm, but in fact, there is a dark whirlpool.

After Zhenxuan listened to a piece of music, he sat here and drank a few glasses of wine before leaving with a blank expression on his face.

But after that night, Zhenxuan replaced the dark charm guarding Lu Wei, but he himself became a frequent visitor to the West Side Courtyard.

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Zhenxuan knew that he was very wrong.

He never doubted that he loved Lu Wei deeply, but he obviously found Lu Wei's reincarnation, but he was moved by Wang Lang.

In the past six months, whenever he had time, he would run to Wang Lang's side.

Sometimes it is A Yin who is obviously facing, but the ordinary face of Wang Lang will unconsciously appear in front of his eyes.

On Wang Lang's side, the two of them hadn't crossed the Thunder Pond for half a year, but they just sipped tea, read books, listened to flutes and drank wine.

However, as long as he saw Wang Lang, his empty and helpless heart in the past few years since Lu Wei left seemed to have a place to return to, and it was filled to the brim.

No...he didn't really fall in love with Wang Lang, he was just too lonely before Lu Wei really came back.

While thinking this way, Zhenxuan stepped into the western courtyard where Wang Lang was located for countless times.

The author has something to say: Daochang: No, I did not fall in love with him~

Immediately afterwards, he went to see Lao Gong for tea~