He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The vinyl record on the turntable rotates slowly under the stylus, the swan neck and arm are connected to the pure copper petal-shaped horn, and the gramophone plays the classical music of the last century.

Su Guanhuo, a deviant, can't appreciate elegant music ideas, but he has to admit that for patients, a serene serenade is more soothing than a surging rock.He only rests for a while when he is sick. If he hadn't run out early to hang out with his friends, how could he lie in bed to recuperate?

Thinking about such a heavy and serious act of life, there are only two places where the human brain can calm down and run at high speed-the toilet and the bed; there are also two time points that can arouse the infinite imagination-before going to bed and when sick .At this moment, in this situation and in this situation, it is really unreasonable for Su Guanhuo not to think about his life.

However, his barren and wasteful brain, which only cared about having fun, may have been rusted. After tossing and turning, he only came to one conclusion—that the Taoist leader looked young, so he might be an old monster!

Maybe it was Xia Lei rolling, dark clouds oppressing, the gorgeous apricot soul and vicious Gu worms enveloping the Su family's old house three days ago in a fantasy and coquettish thick fog.When he woke up, he couldn't help but mistook the plain-clothed He Daochang for the phantasmagoria of a mountain spirit.

It is not good to slander the savior.Su Guanhuo felt guilty for a minute, then thought again, if it's not a monster, it should be someone with a successful cultivation base.Lin Bo also said that the grass ghosts and fake gods who deceive the world and steal their names he saw in Miao Village were not as clean and tidy as He Xichen was when he expelled the poison.

The beautiful Xingxian and the vermilion Taoist priest... Tsk tsk, Su Guanhuo can almost make up a poignant and beautiful story of Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

But none of this has anything to do with him. If it was his sixth uncle Fei Jian who insisted on accepting him as an apprentice, it might have something to do with it.Su Guanhuo turned over with peace of mind, and before he could close his eyes, he heard someone knocking on the window, beating, beating, not rushing, just on the beat of the serenade.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su."

Friends call him by his first name; his elders call him Ajiu, and the brats blink their innocent eyes, say "Sanmai Zhenhuo" and laugh loudly, and run away in all directions, unable to catch them.

Only one person would call him Mr. Su.

Su Guanhuo jumped up suddenly, and looked in the direction of the sound in a daze.The little girl outside the window does not touch the ground, her white clothes are better than the snow, and a little flower tin between her eyebrows adds a third of spring.

"Mr. Su," she bowed gracefully, "Jiaojiao was entrusted by Huai Suzi, and she took the liberty to visit, asking for something."

Su Guanhuo looked left and right, but he didn't see the expected Taoist leader, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What's wrong with him? Did he fail to cross the tribulation or was he haunted by evil spirits? It's useless for you to find me."

"Neither." Jiaojiao shook her head helplessly, the chalcedony pendant on her earlobe swayed with a soft light, "Huai Suzi was arrested by the yamen servant, at this moment—" She couldn't help smiling suddenly, her almond eyes flickered. Orange Twilight, "At this moment, I am looking for an older brother to redeem him."

The ceiling fan at the police station kept He Xichen awake, his index finger in his sleeve curled up slightly, and the little red dot on his fingertip looked like he had been bitten by a mosquito.He was sitting on a sky-blue plastic stool, staring at the Shifang shoes on his feet.

The poor ghost priest He Xichen has nothing in his pockets, so he can only rent a small apartment in a village in the city, tell fortunes and divination during the day, and earn two small coins.Walking across the overpass last night, I suddenly felt something, so I sat with the homeless people and meditated.Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, the setting sun was already dusk, and there was still a serious old face in front of him, and he couldn't help but take him into the police station.

"name?"

"He Xichen."

"age?"

"eighteen."

Sister Chen, a policeman at the police station, glanced at his shy smile, and stretched out her hand impersonally: "ID card."

He Xichen frowned, and slowly took out the hard ID from his sleeve.

"It's only a month away from becoming an adult?" Sister Chen bit her pen in distress and shouted, "Old Zhang! How did you catch a minor and come back?"

Old Zhang was eating instant noodles with dark circles under his eyes. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "I met him when I was dispatched to the police—he was sleeping under the overpass. I suspect he is a child who ran away from home."

"I didn't run away from home." He Xichen said sincerely, "I just fell asleep accidentally." He was still wearing a blue and black Taoist robe, and he meditated under the bridge for a day and a night, but he didn't see anything. Although she was tired, she was spotless, as clean as sapphire just taken out of the water.

Sister Chen put the cardboard on the table, and pulled down her sunburnt face: "What is the guardian's mobile phone number? I'll ask someone to pick you up."

He Xichen almost couldn't hold back his face—is it okay to let Chong Xuanzi know?Chong Xuanzi can use this matter to laugh at him and run on him for ten years!

"Can't I go back by myself?" He looked bitter and asked anxiously with a wrinkled face.

Sister Chen's eyes widened with anger, like the Vajra Buddha on the altar: "Don't walk under the overpass again, it's not peaceful these days, aren't you worrying your family?"

He Xichen bowed his head in shame after being scolded.

"What's the matter with your clothes? It's too hot for me in the summer, so don't make yourself sick." Sister Chen continued to speak earnestly, and the head of the trailhead lowered her head, and said weakly: "You have to wear it just right." Food." It's not easy to make a living, he doesn't dress up a little bit, and the others only look for the old man with white eyebrows who sweeps the fallen leaves to tell their fortunes.

"Take a break, stop nagging, my ears are ringing." After eating the instant noodles, Lao Zhang went out to throw out the trash, and when he came back, he had a takeaway in his hand, "I ordered a roast goose rice for you. Hurry up and go home after eating, don't think about what you have all day long."

Knowing their kindness, He Xichen thanked them without a word, obediently took the takeaway, and cast down his eyes helplessly, when he saw the apricot blossom branch in his hand, his mind was moved, and he said nonsense: "Actually, my brother has come to pick me up." gone."

"Really?" The two old policemen obviously didn't believe it.

"Really!" He nodded heavily.

——Jiaojiao, please help me find a "brother" to come back.

——How about I turn into a man and cheat them?

No, no, no, Jiaojiao, you overestimate your ability to lie, you can't even speak well, and you have to be tricked out of your old tricks in a few sentences.He Xichen propped his forehead, laughed in his heart and said, just find an acquaintance at will.

So when Su Guanhuo, an acquaintance whom he had only met once, parked at the gate of the police station in a red Ferrari, Daoist He was showing the pretty little policewoman a palmistry, and was gesturing something in her palm with his slender fingers.

"I think he's doing well, and he's not in a hurry." Su Guanhuo complained subtly.

Jiaojiao secretly laughed, as if the light wind, like entering the land of no one, suddenly disappeared beside the apricot blossom branches.

He's really not a mortal... Su Guanhuo's heart skipped a beat twice, he rubbed his stiff face, and walked forward quickly, but before he could make a sound, Daoist He suddenly turned his head, and when he saw him, his upright appearance suddenly appeared A fake happy smile: "Ninth Brother."

This unexpected "Ninth Brother" was a bit too sweet, and Su Guanhuo, who had never been called "Brother", paused, bitter and snarky, instantly throwing away the paradoxical and evil ways that he imagined when he was so ill and confused , the red hair in the sunset is like a rhododendron growing vigorously.

"What's the matter? Who dares to bully my minors?" He raised his eyebrows, wearing a slim white shirt and jeans, he looked like a dog.He Xichen hesitated for a moment, almost mistaking him for that long-legged flamingo with a poisonous tongue.

"What's going on?" Sister Chen, who was engrossed in reading the newspaper, raised her voice unhappily, "Aren't you nervous about losing your child?"

Lao Zhang took a picture of his brick-like mobile phone on the table, his bushy eyebrows frowned into a line, and he said calmly, "Come here, chat with us first."

He Xichen looked at Su Guanhuo's pitiful appearance of being turned into an ostrich by two old policemen, and couldn't help grinning and showing his fine white teeth.The watery little policewoman also laughed when she saw it.

***

When the lanterns come on, the hot wind in the city drives away the pedestrians on the street, long queues line up in front of milk tea shops, and the food stalls are bustling with people.The giant light box at the bus station illuminates the slightly flirtatious and handsome man on the billboard, and the fashionable female high school student poses for a photo with her lips pursed and smiling, and a red Ferrari whizzes by in front of her eyes.

"I'll get off at the intersection ahead." He Xichen, the co-pilot, said.

"No!" Su Guanhuo pretended to be worried, "How can I rest assured that I didn't send the child who ran away from home?"

Oh shit, the kids want to see my jokes, how can it be cheap?He Xichen glanced at him with a half-smile, lightly without any threat, but Su Guanhuo shuddered and fell back automatically: "Are you still afraid that I will harm you, how can I have that ability?"

He Xichen let out a chuckle from his throat, and through the windshield, the feasting and feasting were reflected in his calm and deep amber eyes: "I see that your Yintang is dark and your soul is lax, which should be the sequelae of pulling Gu. In the past two days Quit drinking and smoking, go to bed early and get up early, it won't be a big problem."

Su Guanhuo took over all the wine, sex and wealth.If it wasn't for the safety buckle around his neck that had protected him from some of the disasters, he would probably still be lying on the bed at this moment, seriously ill.His brain is considered clever, but he has no ambitions.To him, beauty is not dry bones, and money is not dung. He is just a layman, only thinking about luxury and money.

He knew it in his heart.Now that you understand, don't ask too many questions.

It can also be considered transparent.

But when Su Guanhuo was not angry, he would be cowardly when he should, and when he got angry, he would smash his teeth and pour blood on people's faces.Unfortunately, those disgusting little bugs really made him unhappy: "I thought about it for a long time, and then I remembered that someone gave me a glass of wine before I met you. I don't know what happened, so I drank it in a daze."

He returned from a wave, but he never did anything to offend anyone.If it is aimed at the Su family, it is better to bring down Su Tan directly.Eliminating all impossibilities, coupled with the sudden appearance of the leader of the trail, Su Guanhuo guessed the ins and outs of the situation as soon as he rolled his eyes.

"Is he from the Taoist priest's side? Do you know him?"

He Xichen turned his eyes guiltily, and the innocent disaster that Fu Tu inflicted on him could be traced to the fact that he was the one who caused him trouble: "If you haven't met before, then you know each other. Cough, we are old acquaintances, there are some things I can't tell you. You are afraid of harming yourself and others."

Su Guanhuo thought that he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect him to be even more shameless. He called him brother when he met him, and shamelessly called him an old acquaintance after the second meeting.

"Xiao Jiu'er, if you inquire about things you can't inquire about, you will get into trouble."

Su Guanhuo's face suddenly darkened, his aura was exactly the same as that of Su Tan: "So I suffered for nothing?"

"I practice an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye." He Xichen raised his eyebrows defiantly, "He made you suffer three points, and I will definitely get seven points back from him for you!" When he was reasonable, he was very reasonable. When he is reasonable, he is very domineering, so domineering that he is pleasing to the eye.

Who is not happy to hear this?Anyway, when Su Guanhuo heard it, he reckoned that he didn't suffer a loss, so he was willing to turn the page. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses: "How old are you, kid? How dare you call me Xiaojiu?"

He Xichen carefully counted with his fingers, and finally said with a sense of loss, "I can't remember."

He has traveled for so long, and he has long forgotten his age and birthday.

"You can't add, subtract, multiply, and divide? How high is your education? Nine-year compulsory education is a citizen's obligation! Obligation! Could it be that Uncle Six didn't let you go to school?" Su Guanhuo immediately condemned Chongxuanzi righteously.The words and sentences are not repetitive, full of emotions, chattering more than the worst canteen aunt, perfectly showing a frightening look.

"You're giving me a headache." He Xichen covered his ears, "Let me go, Xiao Jiu!"

Su Guanhuo stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel: "Don't let go!"

***

The Shidi Clubhouse stands in the commercial district where every inch of land is expensive. The colorful neon lights spare no effort to contribute to the light pollution of the city. The two snow-white faces illuminated by the door are colorful, like clowns in a circus.

"Ninth brother, I'm not yet eighteen." He Xichen covered his eyes with his sleeve.

Su Guanhuo put his arms around his shoulders: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the money, and I will be detained inside to wash dishes."

Su Guanhuo blinked, leaned into his ear and said intimidatingly, "You find a little girl to read your palm, so you don't have to wash the dishes."

He Xichen seemed to be terrified, and repeatedly apologized to Fu Sheng Wuliang Tianzun twice, but raised his eyes but was fearless: "Aren't you afraid?"

Su Guanhuo is only afraid of two things - his wife and his girlfriend.My mother and father went on a trip to Europe, and the girlfriend has not been seen for the time being, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Wow." He Xichen exclaimed expressionlessly, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"..." Su Guanhuo froze, and spoke with difficulty, "Say it again."

The fourteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Hungry Ghost Festival, commonly known as Ghost Festival.In the ten dike clubhouse in the mortal world, the spirit of ghosts is soaring.

He Xichen smiled innocently, but he was not polite when trying to trick someone, he grabbed his collar and pulled it inside: "Let's go, Brother Nine."

The two walked through the winding corridor under the guidance of the waiter. The graceful and provocative music permeated the blurred lights, making people's ears itchy.The well-proportioned booths are full of playful young masters and rich second generations. On the surface, Su Guanhuo calmly greets the foxes and friends he knows, and howls in his heart, but no one sees his collapse. The only one who understands pretends to be Confused, she chased his footsteps and followed beside her.

"Ninth brother, don't be weak." He Xichen reminded in a low voice.

"I'm not weak, I want to go home." Su Guanhuo choked up.

It looked really scary.The conscientious He Xichen comforted him, "I went around and found no evil spirits, don't worry."

"There are still good ghosts?" Su Guanhuo was puzzled, and asked himself and answered, "That's right, Nie Xiaoqian is pretty good."

"There is no Nie Xiaoqian here, but you can also look for other ghosts. The underworld is on vacation today, so it's rare to see a group of ghosts dancing around." He Xichen opened a bottle of rum straight away, and inserted an apricot blossom branch into the mouth of the bottle, "Jiaojiao likes to drink, remember first on your account."

"Impermanence in black and white, ghosts with a bull's head and a horse's face?" Su Guanhuo's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't care less about his fear. "What do they look like?"

He Xichen patrolled around, looked around for a while amidst the boundless aura and ghost aura, then shook his head and said, "I didn't see it, but—" He suddenly smiled, "It should be very interesting."

The world is not connected, but the underworld is connected?Wuxian Xiaozhu finally became the light and shadow in the sound of chanting scriptures in the bamboo forest. Is the black and white impermanence wearing a snow-green hu suit and a crimson tunic shirt still wandering among mortals?

The caramel-colored rum slowly descends, and finally reaches the bottom, and the three-foot-six-inch long apricot blossom branches render a fragrant and sweet wine.

"It's not easy for them to be blatantly lazy on this day in a year." He Xichen drank the last sip of ice water, with a smile on his face, "It's better to come early than to come early, Xiao Jiuer, do you want to open your eyes? Your kindness."

Su Guanhuo knew what he meant, as if he had been scratched by a cat, he was in awe and curious: "How do you pay it back?"

He Xichen took out a small round iron box from his sleeve, only one third of which was filled with cinnabar.He dipped a little red with his little finger, made a formula, and wiped it under his eyes.

"Don't provoke them, and they won't come to provoke you. It won't last long, 10 minutes." He Xichen pinned the apricot flower branch to his waist again, and got up to bid farewell, "I'll take a step first, let's just say goodbye."

Su Guanhuo couldn't hear what he said clearly, as far as he could see, there were shadows hidden under the shell of the flesh.The beautiful black-haired woman who was drinking at the bar suddenly looked over and smiled affectionately.She was surrounded by a layer of black air, and there was a golden light rolling in the black air, not like a bandit.

... How dare I provoke you? !

Su Guanhuo lowered his eyes in a panic, and suddenly found that the out of place leader disappeared without a trace.He quickly stood up and looked into the distance. His blue-black back calmly walked past the laughing crowd, his sleeves not touching his body, and he was quite empty and quiet like everyone was drunk and I was alone.

As soon as He Xichen left, Su Guanhuo also felt frightened, he wiped off the cinnabar on his lower eyelids carelessly, and quickly chased after him.The originally lazy flow of people seemed to be crowded, scrambling to get in his way.

He Xichen was unaware of his embarrassment, and was only thinking about the cold wind blowing outside the door, but two tall, drunk figures suddenly appeared on either side of him, each holding one shoulder of him, hiccupping, their faces flushed.

"You look familiar."

"No no, it looks too familiar!"

"Have we hooked your soul?"

"Or took your life?"

"Old Fan, put down the wine! No more drinking!"

"Haha, old Xie, you're so drunk!"

Like a black petrel squawking, or a white seagull piercing through thick dark clouds, He Xichen couldn't help trembling when he heard the familiar drunk talking in his ear.

He subconsciously looked up and looked around, but he didn't see the shadows of the fox and snake, hedgehog and mouse that he was thinking about.

Yes, that’s right, Bao Xiaoheng has no money, and Xiaobai and Ajia don’t like drinking, so why would Brother Ning come to this kind of place with them... I’m confused... I’m confused...

He Xichen's fingertips couldn't stop trembling, the cold air froze his boiling brain.

Su Guanhuo thought he was being bullied, and was about to come out to rescue the hero, when the Taoist turned around, pushed the two drunks in royal blue shirts and pink shirts to the sofa, squeezed their chins and shouted: "Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an—"

"Aren't you here to seduce your soul?"

For a moment, the shadows in the clubhouse stopped still, and the black-haired woman and other ghosts looked at He Xichen together.The mortals who didn't know were still drinking and having fun, but the miserable Su Guanhuo withdrew his hand stiffly and swallowed.

Fan Wujiu struggled to open his eyes once the altar was cleared, and he saw the red lips of the handsome Taoist priest, and then he met a pair of dark eyes that were calm and mysterious.

Don't let me go when I'm drunk?Every time you trick me into taking it seriously and ask you to drink with us, it suddenly shatters into powder.He Xichen!You are so nice!Is it because we couldn't catch your soul?Or are you going to show off in front of us?

Fan Wujiu couldn't help becoming irritable, but the "illusion" slapped their faces: "Evil, wake up, I have a lot to say to you."

Warm, close at hand, not a dream, nor a hallucination.

Heiwuchang, the always tough Guicha, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes turned red, and he grabbed his wrist cursingly: "Crap! You're fucking willing to come back!"

Xie Bi'an pinched Xiaodaochang's shoulders, waist, and legs helplessly, making sure that the three souls and seven souls were all there, and then called his name in a trembling voice: "He, He Xichen?...Old He?"

Before He Xichen could respond, the two of them suddenly pushed him down with their backhands, beating and cursing at the same time.He didn't want to beat him hard, and he didn't tell him to get away when he scolded.

What should I do if I really roll, roll too far, and can't find it.

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Five Immortals Xiaozhu, Lao He, Weasel; Liu Ning, Green Snake; Baoheng Jun, Fox; Atractylodes, Hedgehog; White Scorpion, Mouse.

Black and White Impermanence, Xie Bi'an (male), Fan Wujiu (female).