He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Jixia Academy is located in Zhongzhou, and it seems to be the leader of Xianmen.Every September [-]th, each sect will lead the newly recruited disciples to Jixia Academy to participate in the Golden Terrace Ceremony.

Putting pen to paper, with a clear heart and righteousness, has the ability to enlighten one's mind, which can reduce the chance of going astray.

Not everyone needs to be enlightened. Monk Tingchan from Leiyin Temple is full of seven apertures and exquisite heart. He is too clever. Years ago, he debated scriptures and the ring battle became his solo wheel battle.Forget it, the Grand Competition in the temple swept the audience, officially establishing his position as the first.

Painting shuttles in the clouds flew from all directions, and were ushered into the door by the blue-clothed students. It was bustling, but orderly.Yuan Fuyi and Liu Wenshu greeted the steward at the front, rubbing the red jade in their hands on the stone for recording detailed information, but it was over in a breath.

He Xichen hid in the sword cultivator of Shoushan Sword Sect, hooking Pei Jue's shoulder with a face of reluctance, joking with a few children.

"Why don't you go to the front, is it interesting to squeeze with us here?" Pei Jue asked angrily.

"There's Xiao Wenshu and the others up ahead, so what's the use of me going there." He Xichen looked up as a matter of course, suddenly raised his head, and hid behind him suddenly, "Hurry up! Block me!" This anxious posture is like a mouse seeing The cat, the fleshy bone met the dog.

The children ignorantly covered his figure, and saw a group of bald monks in front of him, all dressed in white, which was extraordinarily refined.The one in the middle is the most eye-catching - this bald head is not a simple bald head, with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and even the ring scar on his head is a bit better than the others.A string of bodhi seeds with five eyes and six connections is in his hand, and a gold-plated and silver sachet is tied around his waist, and there are clear and crisp bells when he walks.

Pei Jue felt that this person looked very familiar, as if he had read it in some book. Just as he was thinking about it, the monk suddenly looked over and frowned, which made his heart shrink in fright.

He...he then who is hiding from this person?Pei Jue turned his head and looked at He Xichen who was holding his hanging belt to cover the lower half of his face. Although he was usually not pleasing to the eye, he leaned towards the middle very loyally, covering him even more tightly.

But it didn't seem to have any effect. The bald monk raised his feet and walked straight towards them, with a smirk on his face that couldn't be more deliberate: "He benefactor, I haven't seen you for ten years, don't you even want to see me?"

Where is the displeasure?It's clear that he is unwilling to die!

Seeing that he couldn't hide, He Xichen stood up from behind Pei Jue and the others laughing, "It's nothing, I lost something. Listen to Monk Chan, long time no see."

Hearing Cicada's sneer, the little Jianzi's hearts trembled in unison.For some reason, this bald head is obviously very good-looking, but his whole body has an inexplicable aura that makes people dare not approach him.

"He Benefactor, what did you drop this time?"

He Xichen felt bitter, ten years, how could this little monk still hold grudges like this?If I had known that the gold promotion order would not have tricked him back then and let him win his son, life would have been much more peaceful and quiet.

It's not that He Xichen is afraid of Ting Chan, but he can't help but get a headache when he thinks of the more than 3000 five-eyed and six-connected Bodhi seeds piled up in the back mountain.Every day, an eagle brought a bodhi seed and landed on the page of his book.He could almost imagine Ting Chan's sneering smugly, just like in front of him.

People who are too smart are always unable to hold their breath once they suffer a loss.The revenge of the wise is often the most disturbing and the most punishing.

Last time I helped Benefactor He retrieve the spike of sword, this time I lost my bodhi seed, so Benefactor He helped me to retrieve it!Don't lie to me again!

Ting Chan knows that Ming Cang will not interfere in the entanglements among the juniors, so he dares to act so boldly.Instead of looking for He Xichen, he wanted to force He Xichen to soften up and take the initiative to look for him.

This method may be useful for Yuan Fuyi, who is straightforward, but He Daochang has been in the wind and rain, and has never experienced anything. Although his conscience is a little aching, the pain will pass immediately, and he will continue to sit and forget. Peak practice.

This monk is not easy to mess with, once he gets on his skin, no one will feel better about it.

"Look at what you said!" He Xichen felt very regretful, but smiled on his face, "Oh, Fuyi is here, you guys catch up on the past, I have an appointment with someone, let's go first!" He was too lazy to talk to Ting Chan here , After finishing speaking, he turned around in a hurry, with the fly whisk resting on his shoulders, shrunk to an inch, and escaped into the sea of ​​people.

Ting Chan couldn't let him go, she raised her foot to catch up, but Pei Jue grabbed her arm.

The young man frowned, his eyes full of determination.

"Hey! Why did the Shoushan Sword Sect get involved in my affairs with him?" Ting Chan smiled.

"Hey! Lao He is my friend, why can't I get involved?" Yuan Fuyi, who came to the rescue with a mean smile on his face, blocked his way.The two have hated each other since the Jinjin Order ten years ago, and their personalities are really at odds. If it wasn't for the sake of face, they might have already started fighting.

"Forget it, senior brother Yuan!" The sword cultivators pretended to dissuade, but in fact they added fuel to the flames, wishing to move out of the small bench to watch the show immediately.

"Listen, listen to Brother Cicada, don't get angry, don't get angry QAQ" the Buddhist monks were so anxious that they were about to cry.

The two snorted heavily, turned their backs and walked away at the same time.

He Lili still remembered that the first time he met He Xichen was on a rainy day.The haystacks left after harvesting on the ridge of the field face the rain and dew in the sky, and the top of the tree is covered with a hazy circle of fog like a circle of light.

At that time, he just came home from school, the soles of his shoes were covered with mud, and he was holding a faded oil-paper umbrella in his hand.Suddenly, he saw a big stone standing on the side of the road. When he got closer, he found that it was a gray-robed Taoist priest meditating.The Taoist closed his eyes and took a long breath. He was stunned by the rain and did not flee in embarrassment like the others.

He Lili hurriedly put the umbrella on his head, and reminded him: "This Taoist priest, don't get wet... If you don't mind, go to my house to avoid the rain."

The gray-robed Taoist priest didn't say a word, water drops fell to the ground along his long and thick eyelashes and delicate chin.

"Daoist... Daoist..."

The surrounding fields are vast, He Lili stepped on the muddy puddle, but he didn't leave, just holding an umbrella to cover him from the rain, standing for an entire afternoon, only this round oil-paper umbrella was bright in the dark rain curtain s color.Suddenly there was a thunder, and he flinched in fright, squatting down and leaning against He Xichen, like two quails cuddling each other.

The narrow umbrella covers the two of them in a quiet world, and the sound of everything outside the umbrella is heard.At night, the stars are shining brightly, the rain is getting lighter, and the crickets and weaver girls start to sing.

"Oh, Daoist, you can't ignore your body like this even for the sake of cultivation." He Lili sighed, rubbed his hungry stomach, and wiped the pimples on He Xichen's face with his sleeves that were not yet wet rainwater.

Those eyes suddenly opened, and the black pupils looked at He Lili jokingly: "Hey, I am very happy to hear the sounds of nature. Scholar, I am very happy to hear you nagging in my ears."

He Lili blinked in a daze, and the hands that wiped his face couldn't move up and down, and couldn't utter a word, which was quite embarrassing.

But He Xichen smiled lightly, wrung out his dripping cuffs, and wiped the sweat off He Lili's forehead in a courteous manner.

"Let's go, scholar, didn't you tell me to go to your house to shelter from the rain?"

"...The Taoist priest, please."

He Xichen flicked his heavy sleeves, and the clothes of the two of them were as clean and fresh as ever.He Lili let out an "ah" in surprise, his eyes sparkling.

The two of them trudged towards the leaky dilapidated thatched hut. They didn't talk much on the way, but He Xichen settled the family background of this stupid young scholar with a few sentences.

"Both parents died? It's a good material for cultivating immortals." He Xichen nodded, and said with a smile, "I see that your bones are strange, and you are upright. Do you want to follow me to participate in the Jinjin Order?"

At that time, He Lili naively thought that all practitioners were poor people whose parents had died, so he couldn't help feeling sour.After entering the Jixia Academy, looking at the three generations, four generations and five generations of seniors, he came to his senses. He Xichen's ability to tell lies with his eyes open has reached the peak.

Elder brother is really too casual, but don't mess with someone as serious as Ting Chan again, otherwise life may not be peaceful.

"Brother He."

"Junior Brother Zhou."

He Lili greeted all fellow practitioners on the road one by one. There are still three days before the Golden Terrace Ceremony, and all the busy work has been done. As long as there is no major disturbance in the middle, this year's Golden Terrace Ceremony can be successfully concluded.

He calmed down a bit, then suddenly paused, a cyan shadow flashed across the corner of his eyes, he turned around suddenly and shouted: "Brother! Brother Xichen!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard dropped golden petals all over the place.

He Xichen, who was passing by the door, took two steps back, poked his head into the door and had a look: "Huh? Isn't this Da Ion?" He suddenly smiled and waved to He Lili, "Da Ion, I'll go find Lao Qin, we'll get together after you're done."

"Brother, wait—why is brother here?" Before he could finish his question, He Xichen had already disappeared, and He Lili couldn't help frowning worriedly, "Oh, brother must have offended someone again? "

"You're really right!" Yuan Fuyi, who was led in by the blue-clothed student, was followed by a large group of young sword cultivators. Hearing this, they all nodded their heads, looking worried.

"I've met fellow practitioner Yuan." He Lili kept the etiquette, and then hurriedly asked, "What happened, brother?"

Yuan Fuyi waved his hand, and once his normally smiling face darkened, it gave off a sense of oppression about to come: "It's not that dead bald donkey!"

"You mean, listen to the cicada buddhist friends?"

"Otherwise, who else? Hmph! Sooner or later, I will pull out all the teeth in his mouth!"

He Lili and He Xichen went through the Jinjin Order together, so they naturally knew that the proud Tingchan was the most difficult to deal with. If it weren't for He Xichen's superior skills back then, it is unknown who would have won the top spot.It may be because of this that the elder brother had a grudge against him.

——Actually, the thing that makes Ting Chan feel the most heartbroken is that He Xichen lied to him, and he was so angry that he broke his hatred!Ting Chan doesn't like many people, stupid people, stupid people (He Lili), five big and three rough people (Yuan Fuyi), he turns a blind eye to them all.It was not easy to meet a He Xichen who was able to stand up to him, and even used a sword tassel to fool him around (actually, he only fooled him once)!

Ting Chan has always believed in the concept of "I don't offend people, people don't offend me; if you mess with me, I'll kill you!" Since He Xichen had the guts to play tricks on him back then, he should be prepared to keep pestering him to the end.

I don't know how such a mean and arrogant guy can enter the Buddhist gate. Is the Bodhisattva blind or the Buddha dozed off and accidentally let him in?

"...Anyway, fellow practitioner Yuan, please take good care of your brother these few days." He Lili bowed and said.

Yuan Fuyi "cut": "Take care of him ass, I can't find him anywhere!"

"I probably know—"

"If you know, let me know!" A group of white-clothed monks suddenly walked in outside the door, except for the sneering Ting Chan in the middle, all of them looked kindly and kindly.

Yuan Fuyi became angry again, and threw Qingshuang sword to the ground: "Fight, if you win, I will tell you."

Listening to the cicada: "Hehe."

"Senior Brother He, what should we do?" the students in blue clothes around asked in panic.It doesn't matter, Senior Brother He can definitely handle this matter well.They had an inexplicable confidence in He Lili.

"Would you like Wendou or Wudou? Wendou will go to the Sibian Pavilion, and Wudou will follow me to the Suppressing Motai." He Lili had a modest smile on his elegant face.

This must not be Senior Brother He!Return to the magic table?Is the Devil's Terrace a place you can go to casually? !The students in blue were shocked.

"Of course it's martial arts! If I don't see some blood today, I won't be named Yuan!"

"My Buddha is sympathetic to your elder brother's pity, and I ask He benefactor to lead the way."

At this time, the central figure who stirred up the vortex had already run to Qin Danyou's Kuaizai Pavilion, and took a drink of herbal tea on the stone table while panting.

"Old Qin, old Qin!" He Xichen yelled weakly.

The ethereal and emerald green river has no ripples, just like a transparent water mirror, separating the two reflected worlds.

A figure suddenly appeared in the quiet and peaceful pavilion. Qin Danyou held a pipe of purple wood smoke, turned around slowly, and exhaled a burst of choking smoke: "Come here, where is the soul?"