He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

At that time, the spring rain was rushing, and the weasel turned into a young man in apricot clothes and hid in the Chenghuang Temple to avoid the rain.There was a hole in the roof, broken tiles were in the corner, and damp moss climbed up the altar.After waiting for an hour, the rain didn't decrease. Instead, Ah-chan with a sick face was ushered in, followed by two wet figures, one black and one white.

A-chan stood beside the painted red pillar on the left, took off her coir raincoat, and the Quxiang Pipa in her arms didn't get even a drop of water.He Xichen didn't dare to step forward to offend, the two stood on both sides of the City God, silently listening to the rain hitting the bamboo leaves, like a golden boy and a jade girl.

Xie Bi'an sighed regretfully, because the misty rain, ruined temples, scholars and beauties were more peaceful and elegant than the flowers before and under the moon described in the playbook—if it wasn't for Ah-chan's doom, if it wasn't for the book of life and death. It is clearly written on it.

"Why are you sighing, sir?"

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu had a meal.

A-Chan pursed her pale smile: "I'm terminally ill, time is running out, and somehow I got a spiritual connection."

Fan Wujiu is not as sad as Xie Bian, for her, it is her duty to lead the way for the dead.She put the death-defending banner on her shoulder, looked at the sky, and said lightly: "There is still a moment."

"A moment..." Ah Chan didn't show any trace of sadness, "It's a bit late, and it's a bit early."

There is never anything that can come at the most appropriate time, just like the green plums on the tree stained with rain and dew, the moment it is too early, it is too astringent to be bitter, and the moment it is too late, it is too sweet to be frivolous.

"Hey, I have a jug of wine below. It happened to be dug out from under the peach blossom tree, not too early or too late." The apricot-clothed scholar, who was leaning on the red pillar and dozing off, picked up the wine gourd at his waist, "I think it's just to make a special trip to the Three Kingdoms." appointment."

"..." Xie Bi'an no longer wanted to investigate how in this world he met two irrelevant people at random and could see through their real bodies.

"What kind of wine?" Fan Wujiu didn't think much, flipped his clothes and sat on the dusty broken beam.

He Xichen smiled and rolled his eyes: "Peach Blossom Brew."

A fire made of hay warmed the wine in the wine gourd until the azure rain gradually subsided, and two black-tailed swallows perched under the eaves, chirping.Ah-chan just dipped some wine, moistened her lips, put down the wine glass, and sent the Quxiang pipa to He Xichen's direction with great care: "My family is penniless, so I can only use this pipa to pay for the wine."

He Xichen lazily raised his eyelids, raised his head and drank a bowl of wine: "It doesn't want to live alone."

Ah-chan was shocked suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, she hurriedly hugged the pipa back into her arms, and said after a long while, "Can I exchange the last song "Night Rain to the North" for Mr.'s wine money?"

Mother loves to listen to "Night Rain Sends North", she suffers from lovesickness, and she is dying, and she is still eagerly looking forward to seeing her father; My heart is full of ridiculous expectations.Now, like her mother, she is about to die.To be able to drink a glass of peach blossom wine before death is more fortunate than to be buried with a thousand taels of gold.

"Yes." He Xichen nodded in response.

A-chan lowered her head and smiled, the dimples on her cheeks were gentle and lovely.She discarded distracting thoughts, picked up the strings with her soft fingers, and the sad, hidden and bright ballad with tears in her smile passed through the breeze and slanting rain, passed through the grass pond, and floated to the ears of the green snake in spring.

The return date is not yet due, but the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond.

He Dang altogether cuts the candles at the west window, but talks about the rain in Bashan.

When is the return date, I don't know when.

I look forward to your return, and hope to be with you.

……

Qu Xiang Pipa and A-Chan are buried in the loess together, black and white impermanence leads the ignorant ghost to the underworld.The scholar in apricot clothes hangs the wine gourd on the apricot blossom branch in front of the grave, and stumbles drunkenly to "Bie Zhi in the Bright Moon", which was not called "Five Immortals Xiao Zhu" at that time, when he bumps into a wandering wild fox on the road.The wild fox, who had never met before, was unreasonable and insisted on dragging him to watch the fire trees and silver flowers together.

This is of course not the end, this is just the moment of becoming.Xie Bi'an vaguely remembered what A-chan said, the world is absurd and impermanent.The weasel will only be more absurd and unpredictable, which is really surprising and frightening.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu only have one close friend, and Liu Ning and Baoheng who extended out in the future are only classified as friends.That day, he carried the wine jug of water from the Yellow Spring mixed with Mengpo soup, walked into the courtyard full of peach blossoms, heard the sound of the wine glass breaking, and knew that he would no longer have to worry about He Xichen.

But dear friend, how can you not let us be sad, how can we not be sad?

The Summoning Soul Banner and the Suoming Banner could not find any trace of He Xichen, and his name was not found in the book of life and death. Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu went to ask Yama of the Ten Temples, but... the peach blossom wine and pipa music in the ruined temple were impermanent Because of the absurd fruit scattered by the soul of Mr. Xingyi.

The life in the underworld is very busy and boring, Xie Bi'an sometimes looks at the Naihe Bridge, thinking that the guy is just wandering around and can't find his way.When He Xichen found this place, he would beat him to the ground and prevent him from drinking Lao Shizi's Mengpo soup!

Xie Bi'an's wish finally came to nothing.The gurgling sound of Huangquan dilutes his grief and memory, and the distant time gradually fades away. Amidst the noisy and decadent sounds, the young Taoist priest who was hundreds of years late suddenly broke into their dim eyes.

……Hold!

The shadows of the ghosts and fairies moved again, drinking and drinking, laughing and playing.Black and White Wuchang sees everything as a double image, but still holds on to He Xichen's wrist tightly, as if he is afraid that he will escape.

"Where the hell have you been all these years?!"

"I want to tell Mr. Liu that there is Mr. Baoheng, and there are also Baishu and Ajiao!"

They collapsed on the sofa, eyes half-closed, talking incoherently, drunk beyond shape.Xie Bi'an's gentleness and Fan Wujiu's high-spirited spirit both became frivolous.

"It happened for a reason. Don't you come here all right?" He Xichen was amused in his heart, and comforted the short hair of the two drunks.His face looked different from that of the weasel when it transformed into a form. That's why Guicha's perception of the soul body was naturally keen. When the blind cat encountered a dead mouse, he grabbed him casually.

Fan Wujiu murmured and clenched his wrist more and more, "You can't go..." Xie Bi'an's head, which had only been awake for half a moment, also became confused. At least he remembered the reunion of his best friend, and he smirked happily, The navy blue shirt rendered his peach blossom eyes extra soft and affectionate.

"Little uncle, what should we do?" Su Guanhuo squatted furtively behind He Xichen, sweeping around the ghosts coming and going, his palms were cold.

He Xichen gave him a strange look: "Little Martial Uncle?"

"Hi! My sixth uncle is your senior brother, so it's not too much for me to call you junior senior uncle, right? Junior senior uncle, you want to cover me up!" Su Guanhuo pitifully grabbed his hem.

He Xichen nodded subtly: "Little Jiu'er, pay attention to your image, someone over there is waving to you, it seems to be your friend."

"I don't care about him! I'll follow my little uncle!" The room was full of ghosts, and Su Guanhuo was confident and confident.

The two of them squatted under the small round table and muttered for a while, before He Xichen stood up and took a good look at his long-lost friend—it’s been too long, and it’s rare for him to feel fearful and timid, afraid that things are wrong—but black and white Impermanence likes to wear fancy clothes, and her coquettish taste remains the same as before.

He took out a blank yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, dipped his fingers in cinnabar, left his mobile phone number in a fluttering motion, and then stuck it on Fan Wujiu's forehead in full view, as if sealing a sleeping zombie.

"Let's go, little Jiuer."

"Little uncle, add a WeChat account!" Su Guanhuo yelled.

"Pindao has never heard of WeChat." He Xichen flatly refused.

"...Little uncle, can you get away with lying?"

The two chattered incoherently, and when they passed the bar, He Xichen respectfully nodded to the black-haired woman, raised his dark eyes, and looked straight into the bartender's eyes.

"Anxin." He Xichen didn't care whether he could hear him or not, and laughed to himself, his wanton appearance looked younger and younger.

The bartender frowned, and made a vigilant formula, but the brunette woman glanced at him: "It's the first time in these years that I'm so happy to see Bi'an and Wujiu," she put her hand on the wooden countertop , the red nails turned twice, and clicked on the center of the circle, "Don't disturb their interest."

Lu Yan put down the shaker, with the same cold expression as the ice cubes sinking in the water: "I am ordered to supervise all the immortal masters of the underworld." Especially the famous people who have been blacklisted.

His main job is the bartender at the Shidi Club, and his side job is the director of the Supervision Department of the Sifang Bureau Branch, responsible for maintaining the communication order between the underworld and the world.The work is still relatively easy, but if something goes wrong, according to the sub-bureau chief's vicious temper, he can be stuffed into the oil pan in the underworld and boiled to rotten meat.

The black-haired woman smiled casually, and her red lips under the light were extremely charming: "If the boss hadn't signed the covenant with the Sifang Bureau, I would have cut off your tongue, soaked it in yellow spring water, boiled it into soup, and poured it into you." "This master is also the most important red name on the blacklist, with a hidden knife in his smile, and his words often make people shudder.

Lu Yan kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and calmly pushed the prepared cocktail in front of her: "Master Meng Xian, I have already recorded what you just said and sent it to Liu Ju." He took off his black apron, walked to the side of Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an who had fallen asleep, and took a photo of the note on their foreheads with his mobile phone.

The drunken black and white impermanence, the strange Taoist fellow practitioner and the inexplicable son.Lu Yan couldn't figure out the twists and turns, and also thought about the relationship between Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiu and his immediate boss, he hesitated again and again, and pressed the call button.

1 minutes later……

The other party refuses the call.

Lu Yan just wanted to sigh, thinking that either Liu Ning didn't bring his mobile phone, or he was hunting monsters.Literally slaying monsters, monsters, ghosts, and mortals, as long as you put the basket in front of Liu Ning, the director of the Sifang Bureau, Black and White Wuchang will be drinking tea and waiting for orders without any ambiguity.

The boss is too strong and domineering, which is really a headache for the subordinates.

After thinking about it, Lu Yansi edited a text message and sent it to the contact person whose note was "Siye Baishu".

——The change in black and white impermanence is suspected to be related to a young Taoist priest.

He sent the photo of He Xichen's profile to him, and he quickly replied with a text message.

—— Seventh Master and Eighth Master will not cause trouble, rest assured.

Peace of mind?The little Taoist also reassured him.Tsk.

Lu Yan stared at He Xichen who was drooping on the phone, colorful lights shone from obliquely in front, those calm eyes like ancient wells shone with a glass-like luster.He took back the phone, his gentle and handsome face looked extraordinarily lonely because of his tightly pursed lips.

***

Tonight's last quarter moon bent into a big bow, and the stars were covered by thick clouds, but when Su Guanhuo looked at He Xichen's smiling face, he always felt that everything fell into his eyes.

The cinnabar on the lower eyelids has failed, but he can clearly see the ghostly aura of black and white impermanence all over his body. After escaping from the Shidi clubhouse, his legs are not soft and his eyes are not blurry, and his cowardly thoughts are alive again——Little Taoist Mingmian In the end, could it be that he really guessed it, the old monster put on the skin of a young man!

Su Guanhuo glanced suspiciously at He Xichen three times, but the third eye was caught.

"Today's matter should not be spread to the outside world." He Xichen put up the airs of an elder, and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, "Xiao Jiu'er will go home and have a good sleep. Ten, children are not deceived."

"...We have known each other for a long time, let's make a discount!"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it." He Xichen walked away.

Su Guanhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at his back as he drifted away, and shouted: "Uncle! I'll see you off!" His red Ferrari was particularly eye-catching in the black and white parking lot.

"No, goodbye, see you again." He Xichen waved his hand without looking back, and the light of tall buildings flickered through his fingers.

Su Guanhuo couldn't figure out whether there was a bad relationship between them for a while, so he smacked his lips and put the matter behind him.He didn't have the energy to fool around anymore, he drove his Ferrari back to the Su family's mansion, and when he opened the door, he saw his cousin standing in front of the window with a stern expression, as if waiting for him to come home.

Su Tan is about thirty years old, and he is also clean and handsome. He sneaked out, and he is also known as a young and promising man among domineering presidents.Hearing the sound, he glanced at the dog-legged Su Guanhuo lightly, and put the information collected in the past three days on the table.

"What the hell?" Su Guanhuo kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"Sigh." Su Tan rubbed his forehead, "It's a thing that subverts the world view."

The chaos in the Su family's mansion had nothing to do with Daoist He who was walking the night while humming a little tune.

The business district and the urban village can be said to be a contrast between prosperity and desolation. There are no bright lights and petty bourgeois restaurants here. Only sewer rats stalk the streets, and dusty moths slam into the dirty street lamps.

He Xichen stepped on the horizontal line of the bricks, jumped into the grid with one foot, and the white skirt fluttered like a piece of moonlight flying by.

"I'm very happy, but a little flustered." His voice was calm, but the tips of his ears turned red like the crest feathers of a red-crowned crane.

Jiaojiao paused, and laughed out loud, his neck turned red from laughing, before he said seriously: "If you don't want to see me, I will take you away. No matter where you go, I will always be by your side."

Xinghun, who has been trained to become an immortal, has a firm gaze, and the hands hanging by his side are quietly clenched into fists, looking at He Xichen without dodging or avoiding.

The Huai Suzi who picked her up from the mud, the Huai Suzi who cared for her carefully, the gentle Huai Suzi... Jiaojiao still gave up first, her beautiful face was covered with a layer of embarrassment.

"Little girl," He Xichen poked her brow, "I don't want to, I just... I just don't know what to do. Maybe I will be "know what to do" after seeing them.ha. He laughed at himself, and stretched out the apricot branch from his waist in front of Jiaojiao, "Let's go, let's go home and cook instant noodles. "

What can the little girl do, she can only reach out and grab the apricot branch, her snow-white skin gradually turns into a cloud of smoke: "I want the flavor of braised beef!"

Occasionally, a lonely night owl yelled in the dark alley, and Meituan’s takeaway brother, Shepi, moved around, easily bypassing the big yellow dog in the middle of the road and the trash can on the side of the road, and disappeared at the end like the wind.Meng Shiyi passed the barber shop on a bicycle, and the white light from the light box flashed past her, illuminating the five-star red flag on the handlebar.

The summer vacation of the second year of high school is already the official start of the third year of high school. Meng Shiyi has just stepped into the scope of the third year of high school.She is a liberal arts student, and she is a bit struggling to learn mathematics. She has been abused for half a month because of her conscientiousness.

Meng Shiyi felt cold and cold in his heart, not because he was discouraged, but because he was so sad that his life was at stake.

In fact, it is not easy to run into ghosts during the Ghost Festival. If you drag someone on the street, there is a high probability that they will be limp living people.However, she knew that the abnormal creatures that persevered behind her were definitely not the nine out of ten.

The safety charm bought for 200 yuan is useless!Meng Shiyi has been fascinated by strange things since he was a child, from a hanged ghost to a decapitated ghost, from pinching her face to killing her, the journey has been extremely difficult.

The sound of small and trivial footsteps rolling over the sand and stones reached Meng Shiyi's ears, scaring half of his soul away.She tried her best to restrain her fear and rang the bell to turn the corner, but she saw a magic stick dressed as a Taoist stepping over a puddle by the side of the road, and she just happened to look over.

What's the use of a magic stick!Meng Shiyi wanted to cry, but the abnormal creature smelled her smell and refused to leave. She didn't want to hurt the magic stick, so she gritted her teeth and drove past him.Suddenly his body lightened, Meng Shiyi let out a short cry, and swallowed the remaining panic forcefully.

The half-old bicycle fell to the ground with a clang, and the wheels kept spinning.The messy street was getting farther and farther away, and the colorful advertising lights turned into dots. She was hugged by the magic stick and Taoist priest, and landed impartially on the high-voltage wires like a light flying bird.

"Wow! Electric shock! Dead man!" Meng Shiyi shivered while hanging on He Xichen's body.

"..." This baby is not very good at physics.

The stalker hiding in the darkness finally revealed her true colors. She had a face like indigo, hair like cinnabar, sharp teeth, and coral-like white horns growing out of her forehead.

"Water Yaksha? No, there is something wrong."

"Jiaojiao, take good care of the little girl."

Meng Shiyi boldly opened her eyes, her upright magic stick had already jumped off the high-voltage wire, and the blue and black Taoist robe flashed by, and she bumped into Xingxian's warm and fragrant arms in a daze.

"I was caught first." The leader at the end of the street watched the fight between He Xichen and Yasha girl with great interest, and said with a smile, "There are so many troubles in the east of the city, no wonder Brother Ning can't find time to eat."

"Fox, you won't regret it!" A violent question came from the earphone.

"Brother, shut up!!" The delicate female voice was furious.

The non-staff investigator of the Sifang Bureau code-named "Fox" snorted coldly: "I want to go back on my word, what can you do?" He tied the black silk hanging behind him into a high ponytail, and threw his white baseball cap on the ground casually, without panicking. Hastily issued an order, "Cover our little Taoist priests and arrest the demons!"

The fox stretched his waist, his tall and slender figure was like a longbow ready to go, and suddenly disappeared in place. The red fox fire burned from the end of the street along the wall to the feet of Yasha girl.

He Xichen held a branch of apricot blossoms in his hand, his sword was as cold as autumn water, and when it met with the trident in Yasha's hand, there was a clanging sound, and suddenly he heard a command: "Kids, get out of the way!"

His heart trembled, his clothes fluttered, and he immediately jumped onto the high-voltage electric pole.At the same time, a fiery red Gu worm rushed to the left and right sides, biting the Shenting and Fengchi points of Yasha girl.With the hysterical screams, the bone-piercing chill spread instantly, and the road was icy, making Meng Shiyi shiver.

"Don't look." Jiaojiao covered her eyes.

He Xichen waved the ice off the apricot branch, and saw the fox appear out of thin air, locking the woman by the throat.The foxfire exploded, and they were arranged in an orderly formation, "Sending Ghosts to the Field", surrounding the two of them.

The flames soaring into the sky boiled the air, and He Xichen stared blankly at the familiar bright eyebrows in the fire, and couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth pulled up.He stared down at the apricot blossom branch in his hand, his expression suddenly calmed down, and regardless of the karmic fire burning himself, he grabbed the fox by the collar and rushed out of the flames.

Yasha girl's trident dripped blood coldly, making it even more fierce.Youlan's body was also frozen, and there was a strange dragon chant in the angry howl.

"Damn...cough cough!" The fox's neck was cut open by the ice, bleeding profusely, "No wonder Brother Ning couldn't catch her."

He Xichen didn't hesitate at all, and threw him on the lid of the trash can by the side of the road. At the same time, a kite turned over and shouted decisively: "Baoheng! Huoshuyinhua!!" The apricot branch went straight to Yasha girl's heart.

Mr. Baoheng suppressed his pained expression in an instant, his face was frosty, murderous: "Who are you?!" He asked sharply, the street lamps on the street shattered into glass in response, and the cold blue flames in the sky fell to the sky like falling meteors. Yasha female head.

Fire trees and silver flowers never go night.

When the wild fox saw the tens of thousands of hectares of lanterns on the river, he came up with a strange trick out of a whim.Living a comfortable and peaceful life, he has no use for him, and only once showed off to the weasel.

In the end, Yasha girl lost to the combination of the two, her hands and feet were crippled, her body was covered with bruises, and she fell to the ground.Mr. Bao Heng didn't look at her, he stared straight at the collapsed Taoist leader: "You—"

"Me?" He Xichen turned his head to look at him, and the contemptuous corners of his lips were exactly the same as the weasel who was grabbed by his arm in the misty and rainy day of Chunxiao and looked back helplessly, "Hey, I can't beat you. I should call you when I hug Xiaoheng Second brother?"

Mr. Baoheng seemed to be hit hard, his expression panicked, his fingers trembled slightly, he pursed the corners of his mouth, turned his back to him, and bluffed: "Fuck! I don't want it! Ah Kao... Ah Kao only calls you second brother!"

"Huh? Are you crying?" He Xichen was extremely surprised, and dragged his weak feet to move in front of him to find out, but Bao Heng immediately turned around again, covering his face firmly, not letting him see There is a clue.

"Don't hide, I saw it."

"Tricking the fox!"

He Xichen smiled and looked around him, and blinked brazenly: "Yes, I'm just lying to you."

When Jiaojiao led Meng Shiyi down the high-voltage power line, Fu Ling also came out pulling the reluctant Fu Tu.She was wearing Miao Jiang's short jacket with narrow sleeves and large collar, a pleated skirt that was as long as her feet, a silver ring on her wrist, bright eyes and bright teeth, beautiful and lovely.

"Fu Tu! Are you over yet!"

Fu Tu snorted coldly: "How dare I?"

"If you go to trouble Senior Huai Suzi again, I don't care about you!"

"You'd better leave me alone, I'm too lazy to talk to you."

The two siblings disliked each other, stabbed each other with venom, but Hengkong interjected a question: "This gentleman wants to harm Huai Suzi?"

"What's none of your business?" Fu Tu looked over impatiently, his cold eyes frightened Meng Shiyi to hide behind Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao softly covered her lips and smiled: "It's nothing, I will kill Mr. Fu."

None of them are good stubble!

Meng Shiyi was shocked.While she was shocked, she trembled like a quail, not daring to move.Yaksha, who fell on the ground like a dead fish, suddenly covered her belly and howled in pain, her blue and white scales trembled, and red blood oozes out.Meng Shiyi's hair stood on end, and he ran into Nuan Nuan's arms in a panic.

He Xichen let out a muffled snort. His hands tucked in his sleeves were burnt by the foxfire, and they were black and purple. He even patted the back of the weeping little girl with pain, and pulled her behind him: "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid." .”

Baoheng-jun's eyes were red, and he wiped away his tears secretly. When he lowered his head, he saw He Xichen half-knelt down, hugged the dirty Yasha girl into his arms, and frankly touched her lower abdomen: "She has a hair growing on her head." To the dragon horn. If I guessed correctly, there is probably a dragon ball in her body, which is why she is so irritable."

"Cut open her stomach." Mr. Baoheng showed his claws.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony." He Xichen gave him a helpless look.

In myths and legends, the dragon is the king who leads the water tribe, travels the clouds and distributes the rain, wards off disasters and brings blessings.If the dragon is angered, it is not impossible to flatten the mountains and seas.No matter how you think about it, it doesn't match Zhuang Buzhou's lazy old dragon!

Using external force to force Dragon Ball to show up, even calling all the bosses from the Sifang Bureau is still very difficult.

"Well, I might have a solution." Meng Shiyi swallowed timidly.

Fu Tu sneered mockingly, and directly took Fu Ling's elbow.

"It's okay to try." He Xichen smiled kindly, like an old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.

No no, this old man is a bit too young!

Meng Shiyi complained silently, took out the small stereo in his trouser pocket under the surprised eyes of everyone, and pressed the switch.In an instant, the bright and majestic national anthem resounded through the sky, and the momentum of heroes and martyrs fighting with gold and iron horses and bloody battles was particularly magnificent under the bright moonlight.

The national anthem is played, with a bold effect.The ghosts and monsters shunned for a long time, exorcising evil spirits and protecting the righteousness. Meng Shiyi lived peacefully for 16 years by relying on the upright red songs on the small stereo.

The author has something to say: Fire trees and silver flowers are never in the night. ——"Huanxi Sand" Liu Yazi

Lu Yan, Director of the Supervision Department of Sifang Bureau.

Fu Ling's sister, Fu Tu's younger sister.

Meng Shiyi, bumping into ghosts every day, loves the national anthem the most!