The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

At noon that day, the conversation between the two ended unhappy.

In the middle of the night, Lingran slept alone in the silky brocade quilt, tossing and pasting the pancakes.

Xiao Qiniang even carefully found veils for him, the light cherry-colored curtains, and the hanging ribbons on the golden hooks jingle with the spring breeze at night from time to time.

Lingran was restless.

I don't know what's going on with the black snake, why every time he sees this comrade Dalang get angry, he feels a little nervous.

Lingran thought, even after having known him for so long, he hadn't asked carefully, where did this person come from, when did he plan to go back, and can he go back?

He was thinking too much, his face was hot, and the drunken red at the end of his eyes still persisted.

The black snake didn't say a word, and coiled itself in the dark corner of the room.The moonlight came in through the window, and the place where it was shining was dark and autumnal, like a moldy mushroom growing in the corner.

It wasn't until midnight that Lingran fell asleep in a daze amidst the noise of insects.

In his dream, he saw that very tall building again. The man in red was actually holding a sword in his hand, but instead of facing him, he flew down from the top of the building alone.

Went to a barren hill.

Lingran thought in his dream that the sword in Da Lang's hand had some unknown origin, it was far more terrifying than what he saw in the fantasy cave, the sword energy drove countless winds, the mountain trembled, and sandstorms rolled up against his face.It seemed that the next second, the mountain was about to collapse.

Lingran felt that in the dream he seemed to be a bystander, and he seemed to be standing still, squatting somewhere, with only one pair of eyes silently watching Comrade Dalang going crazy.

Dalang is dressed in red, with long hair falling behind his shoulders like a waterfall, standing alone on the top of the mountain, the light is half-bright, like sunlight and moonlight.

Until there was a sudden bang in the far sky, and then the light was blocked.Lingran could only feel her body trembling non-stop, the rain was pouring like rain, and the rain arrows shot down in pieces, forming a dense net.

In the muddy and wet environment, Lingran felt the familiar chill again.

cold.It's so fucking cold!

wet.The wetness seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, his mouth and nose were suffocated, and seaweed floated around his lips.

itch……

Lingran raised her hand, trying to brush it away, but there was really something like seaweed in her hand.

He was startled suddenly and opened his eyes, only to see a person lying on top of him.He quickly pushed it with his hands, and shouted in a low voice, "Who?!"

A push, only to find the beginning smooth.

He turned pale with shock, and quickly sat up, but pushed the man lying on top of him to the sky.

Through the moonlight, Lingran saw that the man was really Qingliu Dalang in person, but his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his body felt as cold and wet as a rock on the seabed.

Aoyagi Dalang □□, I don’t know what he is doing.

Lingran's shock was no small matter, she even scrambled to open the curtain and was about to get off to put on her shoes.

But there were those strange chattering sounds from outside.

A monster chattered idlely, "I have been cultivating here for three to five hundred years, and finally met a monk with transcendent spiritual power. Do you want to ask him for a fortune?"

Then came Xiao Qiniang's happy voice. "The slave family has already spoken to this little monk. He agreed to the slave family, and can help the slave family to present the most beautiful face in the world."

The other spirits said enviously, "After all, it's easier for my daughter's family. People like me don't know how to speak."

Xiao Qiniang giggled coquettishly, and her voice became lighter and lighter. "My family is hurrying up, I finally finished drawing Miss Zhong's appearance, I don't have time to tell you now, my family is going to find that little monk!"

Lingran was startled.In the middle of the night, Xiao Qiniang actually dared to break into his meditation room!

What is even more frightening is that right now Comrade Dalang is lying naked on his bed, with plums in the melon field. If Xiao Qiniang bumps into him, how can this be explained? !

The more he panicked, the more he couldn't find his shoes.

In the end, he simply jumped to the ground barefoot, and was about to put on his coat in a panic.

Spirits walk faster than ordinary people.As far as Yu Lingran was concerned, it was just the sound of Xiao Qiniang's words in his ears, and the door was pushed open with a slam.

Xiao Qiniang was still wearing the pale pink dress she wore during the day, rushed in holding a scroll in her hand, and shouted excitedly, "Little monk, slave..."

The latter sentence is automatically muted.

Xiao Qiniang's eyes widened.

Lingran realized that there must be something wrong with Xiao Qiniang's astonished face.He hastily looked down and saw that it was broken, just now he was only focused on pushing Da Lang away, but he didn't care that he himself was also disheveled, most of his chest was exposed, and his obscene pants were hanging diagonally on his waist.

Xiao Qiniang cast her eyes behind him.

Lingran turned around suddenly, only to find that Qingliu Dalang on the bed behind him had opened his eyes at some point and was slowly sitting up.Just naked like that, she sat on his bed shamelessly, and said indifferently, "Honey, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, where are you going?"

Lingran was dumbfounded, and really didn't know how to explain it now.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiniang was trembling all over, and when she heard Dalang speak, she immediately seemed to have seen a ghost, her face was pale, flustered, and turned into a wisp of green smoke in an instant.

Looking Lingran, he saw a shivering little scorpion on the ground, with its tail raised, its two tongs bowing like a human being, and it was bowing its head to Dalang Qingliu.

Lingran finds it funny.

Embarrassing and funny.I couldn't help but stand on the ground with bare feet, and with a thud, I failed.

Qingliu Dalang stood up slowly and walked to Lingran's side.

Lingran only felt the familiar flustered feeling coming again.

"Stop, you old man, stop!" He pointed at Qingliu Dalang and shouted.

Qingliu Dalang didn't listen, and still walked slowly behind him until he could hear his breath, then stopped, and said lightly, "Monsters are rampant here, baby, since I brought you here, of course you must Inseparable from you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, stroked Lingran's shoulder lightly, and straightened his clothes for him.He said calmly, "I am now..."

He suddenly stopped, looked down at the scorpion, and fell silent.Picking up the scroll that fell from Xiao Qiniang's hands from the ground, slowly opened it, glanced at it, and let out a snort.

Lingran hurriedly came over to take a look.In the scroll, there is really a stunning woman painted.

Although the appearance of a mortal is not worth mentioning to them, this girl is indeed delicate and beautiful.Like a flower that lives and dies at night, because of its short life, it appears more dazzling and gorgeous.

"This is Miss Zhong's family?" Lingran asked curiously.

Qingliu Dalang lowered his head, glanced at Lingran's bald head lying under his eyelids, smiled, and said, "I see."

"Why, you actually know how this woman died?"

Looking up Lingran, she just bumped into a pair of dark golden eyes.

Landslide and tsunami in the pupil.There was a turbulent emotion that spurted towards him.