He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The "Jinjin Order", which gathers scattered cultivators from all over the world to select talented talents, just ended a month ago.The little monks who worshiped under the Shoushan Sword Sect were not yet familiar with the situation on the top of the mountain, so they were picked up by their collars and boarded the painting shuttle, and rushed to Jixia Academy to participate in the "Golden Terrace Ceremony".

The so-called golden platform ceremony is to enlighten, enlighten wisdom, and cultivate awe-inspiring spirit for all those who are new to the Tao.

"I heard that Senior Brother Yuan and the one on Zuowang Peak will be escorting this trip." Someone whispered on the deck.

The clouds are misty, and the painting shuttle travels through it without wind and rain.

"Zuowangfeng?" Another person said in amazement, "Zuowangfeng and Shoushan Jianzong are not the same faction, why is that one on the boat?"

"I heard that he and our Senior Brother Yuan are good friends."

"I don't know if I'll be lucky enough to meet you once."

Pei Jue, with his eyes and ears, had already heard their words of admiration. He couldn't help snorting coldly, "Isn't it He Xichen? It's always that one? Who knows who you're talking about!"

The teenagers who got together to gossip turned red, and someone replied loudly: "Pei Jue, what's the matter? Are you not convinced? Although you are the first to be promoted this time, you are much inferior to Uncle He ten years ago. , Is it possible that you feel jealous?"

The Jinjin Order ten years ago was the most magnificent one in hundreds of years, and countless talents were born.Yuan Fuyi from Shoushan Sword Sect, Zen monk from Leiyin Temple, and He Lili from Jixia Academy. Of course, when it comes to the Jinling Order, the most glorious person is always the self-proclaimed "Xiaoyao Singer, Jijiyi". "Mortal"... that one.

Pei Jue was arrogant, how could he allow them to laugh at him like this, he slapped the side of the boat and said angrily, "I will surpass He Xichen sooner or later!"

"Hey, in order to compete for Master He, Jianzong promised a hundred-page classic and a thousand paragraphs of jade, how about you? At best, it is worth one-tenth of Master He." The sharp-mouthed little monk said reluctantly, After finishing speaking, he couldn't help muttering, "What kind of golden branches and jade leaves is this, it's worth a thousand pieces of jade?"

"Hey, your mouth is too poisonous! Doesn't it mean that we can't even compare with Uncle He's little finger?" Someone next to him bumped into him. The person sighed in a dazed moment.

If you compare people, you will die, if you compare goods, you will throw them away.They are considered the favored sons of heaven, but only after they have truly entered the Tao will they know that there is someone above them.It is conceivable that He Xichen can make the old Taoist Ming Cang who sits on the Forgotten Peak open his eyes and choose him as his apprentice. It is conceivable that his understanding is far superior to countless others.That's Mr. Ming Cang! 100 years ago, Ming Canggong who swept away all demons with a whisk!

There are five top sects in the world of cultivating immortals, Zuowang Peak, Jixia Academy, Shoushan Sword Sect, Leiyin Temple and Trumen.Among them, Zuowangfeng and Trumen are the most special—Zuowangfeng is a sect of its own, only He Xichen was chosen ten years ago, and there is no one else.As for the Trumen, who practiced spying on the destiny, the number of people withered, and there were not many fate masters.

"Why are you so frustrated? I really don't believe it. I can't catch up with him even if I try my best!" Pei Jue threw his sword on the deck in a majestic manner, and his young handsome face was full of confidence.

In a corner where the little monks couldn't see, Yuan Fuyi held his belly and laughed until he burst into tears: "Old He, just tell me, how does it feel to be regarded as the target of pursuit by the little brats?"

This man looks very clean and neat, his eyes are like morning stars, he is wearing the iconic cross-neck and narrow-sleeved Tsing Yi of the Shoushan Sword Sect, and there is an ordinary Qingshuang sword everywhere around his waist.

"Tsk, at least you have a bit of self-consciousness as a senior brother. Is it okay if all your children come to worship me? Do you have any sense of shame!" He Xichen pushed his elbow back, and Yuan Fuyi had already grabbed it with a smile. His attack: "Smelly shameless, that's clearly hostility! How about hostility! Worship Chichi?"

"Yuan Fuyi, I find that you are becoming more and more shameless, how do you talk to your uncle? Did you lose your face by betting with someone again?" He Xichen asked seriously.

"Get lost!" Yuan Fuyi spat, "Don't talk nonsense! I'm lucky recently, don't scare me away with nonsense!"

The favorite student of the great sword master Tu Mingzhou is an unlucky gambler, who would believe it?However, the two masters and apprentices are not the same, and no one can tell who the other is.

Back then, Tu Mingzhou fought wine with people in Zuixianfang, and ran to Xizhou Demon Realm drunkenly to pick out demons with his sword, because they would not let this drunk man relieve himself in the crater.He became famous in the first battle, and since then the master and master of Shoushan Sword Sect did not dare to let him drink any more, and punished him to go fishing at Wanzhongquan to meditate when he was drunk.

"Did Brother Ming Zhou catch any fish?" He Xichen and Yuan Fuyi walked into the cabin.

"The fish in Wanchongquan are very good, how can I take the bait? The old man was forced to go in and catch the fish!" Yuan Fuyi squinted his eyes and smiled gloatingly. He is also a pro-disciple. You and I are going to Jixia Academy, but there is something important?"

He Xichen smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly got excited and wanted to go to Jixia Academy, so I told Master and came with you."

"Damn it! It's so simple? Mr. Ming Cang is too reasonable!" Yuan Fuyi was surprised and envious, and then asked, "It seems that you didn't attend the Jintai ceremony ten years ago, hey, little uncle, you Is this going to make it up again?"

He Xichen glanced at him, then stretched out his hands to ruffle his dog's head: "Yes, dear nephew."

"Fuck you! You beat a snake with a stick? Put your hands away!" Yuan Fuyi patted his hand in disgust, rolled his eyes and said, "If you are going to Demon Realm next time, you can take me with you, old man If you want to save face, you will definitely let him go. Don’t be a loner, I also want to kill demons!"

Three months ago, He Xichen came out of his body in his sleep. Ordinary monks would have been scared to death. This guy was so lucky, he floated to Xizhou, directly toppled the Rakshasa Temple in the Demon Realm, and immediately became famous in the five capitals.

"Tell me honestly, what is your current strength?" Yuan Fuyi asked.

He Xichen raised his eyebrows, and strode forward with his hands behind his back: "Little nephew, let's practice slowly!"

Yuan Fuyi pursed his lips, fell behind, and raised his eyes to look at He Xichen's back—the bluish-blue Taoist robes fluttered to set him off with a fairy-like demeanor and a lost look. Few people know that his whole body is a rare disaster.

The so-called evil bones, indulge in lust, turbid color, difficult to purify the mind, easy to fall into the devil.For He Xichen to get to where he is today, I'm afraid he has put in ten times and a hundred times the effort.

Yuan Fuyi sighed in frustration.

There really are people in this world who are hard to match!His talent is also second to none in the Shoushan Sword Sect, and he can be proud, but standing in front of He Xichen, he always feels that he is not enough.

"Hey! Lao He, wait for me!" He yelled, "You don't wait, do you? Oh, then I'll catch up! I'm afraid of you!"

***

The painting shuttle flew in the sky for a day, and it landed at noon. The brothers of the Shoushan Sword Sect led the new juniors to forage for food.The street is full of practitioners, not to mention entering the hall, but at least know how to dim sum. When they saw a group of swordsmen in green clothes coming, their swords were all blue frost swords.

"Today I invite you to go to Zuixianfang, hey, it's the drunken Xianfang of Master Tu! I can't stop Senior Brother Yuan from getting drunk, so please be careful, if you dare to act recklessly, I'll peel your skins and let you go!" By the way, send it to Leiyin Temple to listen to the old monks' chanting!" A young monk in the lead teased, and everyone burst into laughter.

Yuan Fuyi, who was walking behind, said angrily: "That kid Liu Wenshu doesn't keep his mouth shut, he's running like a horse all day long!"

He Xichen, who was walking slowly, flicked his snow-white fly whisk and gave him a squinting look.

"Don't, I feel flustered seeing you like this." Yuan Fuyi covered his heart in a vague manner.

"You should be flustered!" He Xichen couldn't help laughing, and then bought a miscellaneous book at a roadside bookstall, which recorded recent anecdotes, including the Jinjin Order.

Zuixianfang is a restaurant specially opened for practitioners, with novel dishes and mellow wine.There are mixed fish and dragons in the building, and if you accidentally bump into a small running hall, you may be a hidden expert.

Liu Wenshu booked more than a dozen tables on the second floor, and everyone gathered together affectionately, chatting about topics that couldn't be reached together.He Xichen sat at the table with several master nephews of the Shoushan Sword Sect, and as soon as they sat down, countless furtive eyes shot over, among which Pei Jue's eyes were the most enthusiastic.

"Ahem!" Liu Wenshu warned twice.

"It's okay." He Xichen said gently, holding the teacup to his upper lip, the dark pupils suddenly turned to Pei Jue, startling him.

Pei Jue hurriedly put the sword in front of his face, but he didn't expect that the thin blade would be useless at all, and then he felt that he had done nothing wrong, so why should he be guilty?Thinking of this, he immediately stared back confidently, but seeing He Xichen smiled at him, Pei Jue shrank back instantly.

"That child is the top one in the gold promotion list, so our Shoushan Sword Sect snatched it!" Yuan Fuyi said boredly.

"From my point of view, this son's eyes are black and white. He is a simple and resolute person. With more training, he will become a great weapon in time." He Xichen is an old god, and he has the aura of a magic stick.

Yuan Fuyi scanned around: "The eyeballs of everyone here are black and white, are they all people who can become great?"

He Xichen laughed and said, "Of course!"

"Hey, thanks to your good words!" Yuan Fuyi clasped his fists.

"Disrespectful disrespect."

The dishes are gradually served on the table. The big guys are all fellow practitioners, and they are not polite. They are full of heat and you eat with chopsticks and spoons.The little monks lived in harmony, but He Xichen's table was full of turmoil.

Eight monks with good swordsmanship use chopsticks as swords, and you come and go, fighting for a delicious hairy crab in the middle.This is also a small tradition of Shoushan Jianzong.He Xichen did as the Romans did, a pair of ivory chopsticks made a whirring sound, blocked Yuan Fuyi's push back, flicked the other six pairs of chopsticks lightly, and Shi Shiran clamped the hairy crabs into the bowl.

"Uncle He is talented!" Liu Wenshu and the other five senior brothers realized that He Xichen's family's kung fu is not ordinary, and they are not Taoist priests who only practice kung fu.

Also, how could Duke Ming Cang's apprentice be simple?After all, this is He Xichen, who was scrambled by many cases back then, how can he use ordinary reasoning to infer.

"Hey, don't praise him! Be careful that he'll make a fuss later!" Yuan Fuyi yelled, he was the only one here who was born in Jinling in the same year as He Xichen, so he naturally knew that this little Taoist priest looked at the loose-shaped crane bone , but full of bad water, it's simply hateful!

Everyone just laughed, and then you started to tease Yuan Fuyi, who was even more out of tune, and began to eat delicious food with chopsticks.

"Xiao Wenshu, did you serve them wine?" These little monks were no older than twenty, and as young as fifteen, He Xichen was afraid that they would get dizzy later.

"Uncle He, don't worry, it's just some fruit wine, not intoxicating." Liu Wenshu worked meticulously. If Yuan Fuyi were to lead the team alone, he might have already ordered them to drink together by this time.

He Xichen frowned subtly: "No, drunk?" He pointed to the little leader who was holding a red pillar and playing drunkenly, "I don't know how to look at him anymore."

Liu Wenshu patted his forehead, and said distressedly: "Oh, I'll go!"

"Haha, go and drag the person down first, don't cause trouble for the shopkeeper." Yuan Fuyi also had a big heart, and he just raised his head and ordered while eating happily.

"Tsk, it's late." He Xichen drank a glass of rice wine.

Pei Jue, who was so drunk and unconscious, staggered towards them, but collided with a monk who had just gone upstairs on the way, fell to the ground, closed his eyes, and died of drunkenness.The cultivator also seemed to have a bad temper, with his five fingers clenched into claws, and his eyes were staring at Pei Jue on the ground with dark eyes.

"This fellow practitioner, this fellow practitioner." Liu Wenshu hurried over like an old lady, apologizing, "This kid is drunk, and we will punish him severely later! Please forgive me! Forgive me!"

"Why should I forgive?" The man's voice was a little hoarse. All he could see on the second floor was the Tsing Yi of the Shoushan Sword Sect. This monk didn't know whether he recognized him or not, but he still treated him like nothing and was unkind.

Liu Wenshu laughed awkwardly, he couldn't do anything if he didn't forgive him.If they dared to bully others today, the Law Enforcement Department in Shoushan Sword Sect would not be able to do nothing.If the fault is unforgivable, it is not uncommon for them to be tortured by first crippling their spiritual power and then removing their bones so that they cannot practice forever.

"I don't know what my fellow practitioners want?"

The silver thread hidden in the man's black robe was crocheted into a map of the stars in the sky. His hair was loose, covering most of his face. When he raised his head at this time, he was a pale and stern young man.

Seeing his face clearly, Liu Wenshu took a few steps back in fright, and then respectfully clasped his fists and saluted: "Master Chu!"

Truman, who specializes in the paradoxical things of stealing the sky and changing the sun and changing the life.If you make the fortune-teller unhappy, you may cut off your "Qi" with a wave of your hand, and you will not stop for a few days if you are not unlucky.

This kid is in for a big deal!How could you mess with the most difficult person!

Liu Wenshu glanced at the little bastard who was snoring on the ground, and his heart was in a mess, thinking that although the new generation of sect masters were young, they must be capable.

At this time, all the swordsmen in Tsing Yi got up one after another, looked at Chu Yuling at the stairs with fear, put their fingers on the hilt of their swords, and drew their swords when they couldn't reach an agreement.

"A group of children, why do you always want to fight?" Yuan Fuyi muttered, and walked forward responsibly, "Chu Yuling, we have met a few times, I wonder if you still remember me?"

Chu Yuling turned her head slowly, cast a glance at him, and said, "I don't remember, who are you?"

Yuan Fuyi choked, and as expected, he heard He Xichen behind him making an uncontrollable smile, his face flushed instantly.

All the little monks couldn't help but also sneered, only saying that Senior Brother Yuan can't be handled by anyone, such as Uncle He, such as this Chu Clan Master.

Chu Yuling, who was originally expressionless, suddenly became agitated, looking straight past Yuan Fuyi to He Xichen who was sitting quietly inside, without blinking, as if in a daze.

Those eyes were surprised and puzzled, but also filled with indescribable joy, like friends reunited after a long absence.He Xichen was puzzled, so he stood up, with his whisk hanging on his arm, and walked towards him slowly.

But seeing that Chu Yuling stopped breathing, his body was trembling constantly, his pale face was blushing with excitement, he turned his head suddenly, leaned on the railing and stepped out of the building.

"Why, why?" Liu Wenshu asked.

"Old He, you don't know him, do you?" Yuan Fuyi also looked surprised.

But He Xichen suddenly pinched the bone on his wrist, raised his head in a daze, "It seems... I know him?" He raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, and said softly, "Hey, I only know his bones!"