He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The reincarnation of the third life is just a flick of a finger.

They went to Miaojiang together that year, and before they stepped into the Miao Village, the handsome Xiao Baimao and Lu Weixi were caught by the Miao girl who was washing the gauze by the stream, and stalked them all the way.He Xichen and He Chunwei were overjoyed to watch the excitement of the young people, but in the end, the extreme joy turned into sorrow, and the cheap He Shiqing killed the snake breeder's hundred-year-old snake.Scorpion Toad chased after him for three days and three nights, and everyone fled all the way, and the little monk Wuyun almost lost his shoes.

Lin Baixiao looked dejected, and he continued to walk with them persistently, working tirelessly. At night, beside the oil lamp in the inn, he was revising manuscripts and pondering ideas. According to his words, that is, people can die, but manuscripts should not be thrown away!

"Old Lin, what kind of story are you writing?" He Shiqing was lying on the side, chewing peanut crisps with a full mouth, and asked, not too big or too small.

"That's right, you've been writing for such a long time and there is no sign of it." Lin Hexi blinked his eyes, and suddenly joked, "Why don't you show it to everyone, so I can help you think about it!"

Lin Baixiao raised his eyebrows, and said coyly, "Where is this going? I haven't finished writing it yet." He Xichen saw that half of his ears were red, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "You two give me a break, I haven't learned yet. Xi."

Lu Weixi, who was concentrating on wiping his sword, was suddenly called on, and without knowing why, he still nodded in a daze: "Master Baojing is right."

"You know what he's saying, so you're right?" Shen Mingjing seemed to be mocking Lu Weixi on the surface, but in fact, a pair of sharp eyes fell on He Xichen provocatively, never letting go of any chance to scold him.

"Wow, young hero of the mirror, the Sa family likes Weixi's straightforward and unaffected personality!" He Xichen looked like a rascal, while pouring a cup of tea for He Shiqing who had spread it into cat cakes, "Who bought it for you?" Sugar? Sweet, sweet, be careful of tooth decay, and you are not allowed to eat sugar at night."

Lu Weixi paused when she wiped her sword, and glanced at He Shiqing guiltily, but heard the shameless little girl ask He Chunwei in a drawn-out tone, "Uncle Chunwei—"

Shopkeeper He Da of Huishengtang loved Xiao Hua'er the most, so he coughed and said, "Old He, stop making trouble, stretch out your hand, and I'll give you a pulse. It doesn't take ten and a half days for an ordinary person to be stung by a poisonous scorpion." The moon can't fall to the ground, but you are good, and you have the strength to bicker with people."

He Xichen plausibly said, "Probably because I'm too strong."

"It's clearly a monster." Lin Baixiao muttered in a low voice while covering his Tianding acupoint.

He Xichen laughed lightly when he heard the words, and teased with half-closed eyelids, "Benefactor Lin, the poor monk also wants to read the masterpiece soon."

The clerk at the counter dozed off little by little, the accountant flicked his abacus, a bright moon outside the door came leisurely on the clouds, and the candlelight inside the inn was warm and moving.His friends were all by his side, laughing so foolishly and meanly, Lin Baixiao's brain twitched, he shook the paper and said, "It's okay to read it to you, it's a joke, if you... If you think something is wrong, please give me an opinion.”

The Wuyun monk who was meditating in the corner opened his eyes, with a smile on his mouth, twisted the Buddhist beads and followed the story--the arrogant dude and the Taoist fairy in trouble, the mountain ghost and dragon god who appeared in the dragon stream, bizarre murders and mysterious celestial beings.

It was a wonderful summer night, everyone gathered around an oil lamp, listening to Lin Baixiao's storytelling about the east, west, north, south, and mountains.Now that I think of it, the moths in the light and the jugs piled up into hills are still vivid.

The moment Ying Ruozhuo and Li Chengfeng slammed the door in, the skylight outside the door was shattered into grotesque fragments, and all familiarity found its breakthrough.

Could it be that the Dragon God based on him in the story is Zhuang Buzhou?He Xichen was thoughtful, no wonder the two hit it off right away, they both come from the same origin, could they not hit it off?

According to He Xichen's vague memory, Ying Ruozhuo is the playboy but chivalrous protagonist in Lin Baixiao's "Jiang Hu Qi Xing Lu".The story begins when Ying's father is seriously ill, and the filial son goes to the mountain to seek the dragon's elixir, and then meets the down-and-out fairy Li Chengfeng. During this period, he is involved in murder and vendetta.

However, at this time, the hero and heroine in the story are sitting opposite He Xichen, across the table, one has a serious face, frowning and staring at him, while the other is admiring, the object of admiration is not her hero, but the original text He Xichen, a trotting player who didn't mention a word.

He Xichen was under a lot of pressure, He Xichen didn't want to talk.

Or what the old man said is right, if you watch a play all day long, you will be treated as a play one day.

"Who the hell are you?" It was not Ying Ruozhuo who asked first, but Ying Fu, who was usually a little weak, "Sir, you, why do you look exactly like my brother?"

She knew that she had an elder brother who died young, and she knew that her father buried him in the snow in order to protect his body during the snow disaster.The moment He Xichen's hood fell off, she actually had delusional thoughts—maybe the elder brother was picked up by a fairy and saved, or maybe the elder brother was not dead at all, and now he is home, to visit the little girl he misses so much. sister.

"Where is it exactly the same? I see it is a thousand miles away!" Chu Yuling retorted unhappily, and then carefully looked up and down Ying Ruozhu who was sitting upright, and suddenly sneered inexplicably.

This is too much!

Ying Ruozhuo had endured this stinky brat for a long time, and now that he did this, it was like forcing the second young master to beat him.

"At first I thought Mr. Ying and Uncle He looked very similar, but after a long time, they were still different, and even their voices were quite different." Lose any radiance.

"Hey, who is this woman? Why is she talking about Uncle He? Does she know you very well?" Hua asked He Xichen with a displeased face.

"Uncle He is my savior, so the relationship is naturally extraordinary!" Li Chengfeng also turned his head, "Who are you? How are I and Uncle He? When will it be your turn to talk?"

The atmosphere froze for a while, and even Chu Yuling, who was not afraid of death, felt inexplicably terrified and dared not interrupt.It wasn't until the small red clay stove in He Xichen's hand boiled water, and there was a burst of white gas, that the dead silence was interrupted.

The topic character, He Xichen, brought up the purple sand pot without any haste. In the purple sand pot, put a few chamomile wolfberries and a dozen petals of tea leaves. The boiled water is sweet and fragrant.

He folded his long sleeves in one hand and filled the tea bowls in front of everyone. When he arrived at Ying Fu, he said, "Poverty Dao is just a lone cloud and wild crane. His relatives and blessings are not good. His parents and brothers are gone. He has been with him since he was a child." Master is around. But I didn't expect to be so similar to brother Ling, but it is also predestined."

What a fart!Chu Yuling cursed with a sullen face.

"It's just... a coincidence?" Ying Fu looked up at He Xichen in disbelief, seeing him smiling and nodding with the same expression, suddenly his eyes became sore, he quickly lowered his head so that no one would notice, warm tears fell on the back of his hand .

"I was the one to be rude, sir." Ying Fu pretended nothing happened, but there was still a hint of crying in his voice.

Naturally, He Xichen could see that the little girl was sad, his heart moved slightly, and he cast a glance at the gloomy Ying Ruozhu, after all, he didn't raise his hand to touch her head, but just picked up the purple sand pot and went to Li Chengfeng to add a bowl of tea.

Holding the tea bowl, Li Chengfeng smiled like a flower, and said happily, "Thank you, Uncle He!"

To say that Li Chengfeng is also unlucky, she is highly talented and quite enviable in the Huanxi Zen sect, the day before yesterday she rushed to meet He Xichen, and when she returned to Huasuo, she was sent to the secular world by a senior sister who didn't like her Qinhuai River buys rouge.According to her footsteps, without accident, she could arrive at Jixia Academy just before Jin Taili.

But Ying Ruozhuo came out on the way, and the two of them bumped into each other by mistake and witnessed the scene where Moxiu killed mortals, and they had no choice but to hide in hiding all night. Now that they met Uncle He, they can finally rest assured.

However, it is really ominous for Moxiu to appear in this world, so he must tell Uncle He the news sooner!

Li Chengfeng glanced fearfully at Chu Yuling, who was hard to distinguish between good and evil, pursed his lips and said nothing - except for He Xichen, she didn't believe anyone.

But Ying Ruozhuo, who didn't say a word, suddenly got up and went to He Xichen, cupped his hands and said, "Mister saved my sister, I should thank you very much. Tonight, there is a banquet in Sanqiu Pavilion, and I hope you don't refuse."

Chu Yuling immediately lowered her face, the air-conditioning soared a little bit more than the great cold.He Xichen knew that it was the limit for the child to endure without showing his face and leaving, so he patted his hand secretly to show his peace of mind, and immediately stood up smiling and declined politely: "No need."

Ying Ruozhuo aggressively grabbed his wrist: "It must."

How dare a mere ants boss me around?

Chu Yuling's tense heartstrings broke suddenly, and she slapped the table angrily, her pale hands struck Ying Ruozhuo's shoulders with lightning speed: "If I don't abolish you today, I'll be called a fortune teller in vain!"

"elder brother!"

"Master Ying!"

The snow-white whisk flew out suddenly, and the tail of the dust wrapped around Chu Yuling's wrist a few times to remove his menacing strength.He Xichen pressed his forehead and rubbed his face vigorously: "Wake up, hey!"

"What! What!!" Chu Yuling slapped his hands away, her pale cheeks were flushed, and the fire in her heart seemed to be suppressed by He Xichen.

The lights were brightly lit, and the ambiguous incense wafted in the air. The Sanqiu Pavilion, which used to be so lively in the past, was deserted at this time. Only the music and songs in the atrium continued, and the flowers danced to the orchestra and drums.

Ying Ruozhuo made a generous move and bought the entire Sanqiu Pavilion. It is conceivable that he will be beaten to death when he returns home, and he will be half disabled if he doesn't die.But he didn't care about these, he ignored Ying Fu's dissuasion, drinking wine glass by glass, looking at He Xichen from time to time.

He Xichen sat at the same table with Chu Yuling and Li Chengfeng, and the atmosphere was not harmonious, but he always enjoyed himself the most. He sang "Zizhu Diao" while drinking, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Tsk, they have exactly the same face, why does that guy like girls so much?Ying Ruozhuo couldn't help pursing his lips sourly.

As the music died down, Hua Youyou threw away her water sleeves panting, went straight to He Xichen's low table and knelt down, picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.She seemed a little drunk, and she put her chin on one hand and smiled delicately: "Taoist priest, which Taoist temple do you belong to?"

He Xichen didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "Wandering around, no fixed place to live."

"Wouldn't it be too boring for you to travel around by yourself? How about I go with you." Hua Youyou suddenly crossed the table and grabbed He Xichen's sleeve.

Li Chengfeng on the side shook his hand and almost rushed over to pull her hand away, but when he saw Chu Yuling breaking the chopsticks with a gloomy face, he felt inexplicably at ease.Presumably he also didn't want Uncle He to be abducted!In this way, the two are still comrades-in-arms in the same trench.

"I have already saved enough money to redeem myself, but I don't know where to go after redeeming myself, so I just stay here every day. But you are here!" Hua Youyou's eyes sparkled like a shining gem , "I am not willing to go with others, I am only willing to go with you!"

Ying Ruozhu, who was across the table, almost burst into tears when he heard this affectionate confession, he just wanted to rush up and press He Xichen's head to agree to come down, but the next second he saw He Xichen silently withdrawing his sleeve, alienated and indifferent Said softly: "Girl, those who practice poor Taoism are too ignorant."

Hearing this, the hearts of all the people present sank.

"I haven't read a book, so I don't know what it is to be too forgetful." Hua grabbed his sleeve again intentionally and persistently.

Before meeting He Xichen, did Hua Wuyou ever think about becoming a concubine? Would she become someone else's concubine?She is now young, and everyone is holding her in her arms. After a year or two, she is old and no one likes her anymore. She can't dance or sing, so she just finds a place where no one is around to jump into the river—it can't be allowed Others saw her ugly appearance swollen by blisters.

But she met He Xichen.With singing and dancing, it's hard to find a bosom friend, and she only wants such a bosom friend.

"Why are you doing this?" He Xichen sighed.

He didn't pull out his sleeves, but Huayou was even more sad, and tears fell to the ground like broken threads: "It turns out that Luohua is intentional, but Baihe is ruthless." She poured herself a glass of wine, and raised her head with tears After drinking it, he staggered out of the courtyard.

The ginkgo trees in the courtyard shed their leaves one after another.

"Pindao is too drunk, let's take a step first." He Xichen stood up wearily, ignoring the shouts of the people behind him, and walked to his room.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and the moonlight shone through the window screen, shining on the teacup on the table, filled with a clear moonlight.He Xichen sat on the chair in a daze, without thinking about anything, just kept in a daze.The sound of breathing was slight and slow, which actually caused all the objects in the house to chirp together.

If a knowledgeable person sees it, he will know that he has entered a state of samadhi, which is something that cannot be met.

The door of the room was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a figure walked in majesticly, and directly poured himself a glass of water to quench his thirst.Under the moonlight, it turned out that Ying Ruozhuo was red-faced, and he seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.

He stared at He Xichen who was motionless, and seemed to come back to his senses after a while, stretched out his hand to brush the cinnabar between his brows, then carefully touched his browbones, mandibles, and finally stopped on his neck .

"It's not a human skin mask? It's real..." Ying Ruozhuo murmured.

"Of course it's true." He Xichen woke up from the trance and saw the misty eyes of a drunk, couldn't help holding his breath and pinched his wrist, "Are you drunk?"

"Well, I'm drunk." Ying Ruozhuo approached with a smell of alcohol, held He Xichen's face and looked at it carefully, "Are you Ruo Que?"

In fact, he has somewhat forgotten his twin brother.When he was young, the two brothers seldom played together. In his memories, there are cicadas, dragonflies, and winter jasmine flowers on the roadside, but there is very little shadow of Ying Ruoque.

He Xichen denied, "I'm not Ruo Que." He raised his head and stared at those slightly lighter-colored eyes.

"Hmph! I don't believe it!" Ying Ruozhuo suddenly pushed him onto the table and pulled his collar to play a rogue, "Who the hell are you!?"

The moonlight quietly reflected He Xichen's ancient well-free black pupils, and the red mole on his collarbone tremblingly emerged from his white clothes, rising and falling with his breathing.

"How long are you going to pretend to be drunk?"

Ying Ruozhuo paused, looked down at the red mole in a daze, and after a while, suddenly hugged He Xichen forcefully, buried him beside his neck and cried, "Why do you say you are not Ruo Que? You are obviously Ruo Que ! You're alive, you're alive..."

He Xichen patted his back hesitantly, but felt that Ying Ruozhuo froze, and then began to cry more presumptuously.

"But, I'm not Ruo Que, I'm not your brother..."

"Don't try to lie to me!"

"I'm really not Ruo Que!" He Xichen couldn't argue with anything.

When Zhuang Buzhou, who was waiting impatiently in Longjian, found Sanqiu Pavilion, he saw two He'er embracing each other, one crying bitterly, the other looking helpless, and the scene was extremely out of control.

Zhuang Buzhou, who had put his foot on the window, raised his eyebrows, jumped off the window sill, kicked away the crying Ying Ruozhuo, and then pulled He Xichen who was helpless under him: "What happened? You son?"

"Fart!" He Xichen and Ying Ruozhuo cursed at the same time.

Zhuang Buzhou looked around, and finally shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever, my He'er is my He'er anyway." He hooked He Xichen's shoulder, "Let's go! We won't be able to catch up with Jin Taili!"

He Xichen stared at the dark red blood stains on his clothes, "Maxiu?"

"Well, I just killed two." Zhuang Buzhou nodded, "The "White Dragon Breaking the Devil" has been prepared for you, shall we go? "

"go!"

Ying Ruozhuo couldn't understand what they were talking about, the golden platform ceremony and the magic cultivator, but he understood the meaning of leaving, so he quickly grabbed He Xichen's hand and said, "You can't leave!"

"Kids, let's play! The old man and He Er are going to save the world, so I don't have time to chat with you!" Zhuang Buzhou suddenly turned into a green dragon, and the sharp dragon scales exuded a warm light.He threw He Xichen onto his back, rushed out of the window, and disappeared into the swirling clouds.

The high-pitched dragon chant woke everyone up, and when Chu Yuling sensed something was wrong, one person and one dragon had disappeared.In the room, there was only Ying Ruozhuo who fell to the ground, sweating profusely, too shocked to speak.