【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

"What's your name, young master?"

The beautiful lady gently took her hand, parted her red lips, and let her orchid-sweet breath blow on Zhao Xi's right cheek.

Zhao Xi blushed and quickly pulled his hand out, saying in panic, "Zhao, Zhao Zixi."

Miss Piaoxue raised her hand and smiled, what a beautiful peony: "What a good name."

Zhao Xi didn't know why it turned out like this. She was overwhelmed by the beauty of the beauty. She was dizzy and was pulled by the hand by the beauty to sit at the eight-immortal table. She almost forgot her purpose.

But Zhao Xi was a fox called a vixen after all, so she came to her senses and started to ask questions: "When I came here, I heard from the madam that my sister was not feeling well and couldn't receive customers. Now she seems to be much better."

"It just so happens," Piaoxue's face was tinged with sadness, "It was because of that guest a few days ago that I was scared. A good man suddenly turned into a woman. I was really scared."

Zhao Xi, who is also a woman: "..."

She hurriedly asked: "Is there such a thing? What does that woman look like?" She guessed it was He Jia, but why was she visiting a brothel?

"I didn't see clearly, but she should be good-looking." Piaoxue said leisurely, "She is also tall and thin, and looks a bit like you, young master."

Her eyes were deep, and her red fingertips slowly stroked Zhao Xi's cheek. The pattern at the end of her eyes seemed to bloom beautifully: "The young master shouldn't be giving it to the little girl, right?"

"Of course not." Zhao Xi's face remained calm, and he was still thinking about the trick: "Did she run away?"

"Well, she broke the window and ran away." Piaoxue said, "But why do you always mention her? Young Master, we should do something serious."

Zhao Xi was confused. What was the important matter?

Piaoxue grabbed her hand, and in an instant, she pushed Zhao Xi onto the bed with great strength. Zhao Xi looked at her thin body and suppressed the subconscious action of using her cultivation.

The back of his head hit the soft bedding. Zhao Xi struggled to get up but was pushed back by Piaoxue with one hand on his shoulder.

The beautiful long hair like silk fell down, and the corners of Piaoxue's clothes slipped down, like a secret temptation. Zhao Xi's nose was filled with a distant fragrance. Obviously, Piaoxue was a beautiful and bright beauty at first glance, but the smell was more light woody, and the end note was refreshing and cool, like the last aftertaste of mountain snow falling in the air.

Zhao Xi vaguely felt something strange about this Piaoxue.

But she couldn't think too much now, and struggled hurriedly: "No, that's not what I meant, I really didn't mean to offend Miss Piaoxue!"

Piaoxue felt wronged: "Oh, is it because I'm not pretty?"

"No!" Zhao Xi shouted. She was so anxious that she flapped her arms and feet like a tit caught in a trap, which made Piaoxue laugh. The strange atmosphere finally eased a little.

Wait, what's behind that?

Zhao Xi's eyes focused, and he turned around and pulled the blanket away from under his body. A half-drawn formation suddenly appeared. Zhao Xi frowned, it was a teleportation formation.

Just at this moment, Piaoxue said: "Ah, so this is what she wants to do."

Zhao Xi looked at her and asked, "What?"

Piaoxue left Zhao Xi and walked slowly to the table to pour wine: "That day that woman knocked me out, but she didn't expect me to wake up suddenly. I happened to see her standing in front of my bed drawing something. I didn't understand it, so I didn't care."

Zhao Xi looked at the charming beauty in front of him seriously. There were many loopholes in her words. Just based on He Jia's behavior of killing 300 people and escaping, there was no reason to let Piaoxue, who had seen her appearance, go. What's more, Piaoxue was obviously impressed by He Jia, but she only said now that He Jia drew a teleportation array on her bed...

Just when Zhao Xi was thinking about interrogating Piaoxue, their door was pushed open again with force. It was He Yujin with a serious face: "Zhao Xi!" Behind him were other disciples.

Before Zhao Xi could explain, He Yujin quickly glanced at Piaoxue, and after confirming that she was an ordinary person, he hurriedly said to Zhao Xi: "Let's go! We found He Jia!"

Zhao Xi immediately stood up and quickly followed He Yujin. When the door was about to close, Zhao Xi looked back: Piaoxue was sitting there, sipping the wine from her glass without even looking at her.

Zhao Xi pursed his lips, but finally put aside his doubts and followed He Yujin.

"Ugh."

Returning to calm, a sigh echoed in the room.

The beauty's figure began to lengthen, the gorgeous skirt was replaced by white corners of her clothes, and the pearls and jade on her head disappeared, replaced by long black hair.

The originally charming face began to become sharp, and the masculine upright bones were revealed.

The corners of the eyes are scarlet, the pupils are as deep as the abyss, and the falling snow turns into Xie Sui.

"Those junks of the Xie family can still be dug out. They are really useless." Xie Sui's brows were frosty. Fu You told him about He Jia's affairs at the first time. Unlike Zhao Xi and the others who were late, Xie Sui had discovered He Jia a long time ago. Her condition was not right. The aura on her body had reached the Mahayana level. When he found out that He Jia's spiritual roots actually had five spiritual roots, Xie Sui was so angry that he laughed.

One body with two souls, like a fairy and a devil. What stands before your eyes is no longer a human, but the 'Tao'.

This was the secret of the Yaohe Xie family back then: the human-shaped heavenly way.

People speculated about Xie Fuxue's spiritual roots, because he never used magic and only used swordsmanship to establish his prestige. People just thought that this was his pursuit of swordsmanship, after all, Xie Fuxue was the leader of the geniuses at that time.

When the three realms were at war, Xie Fuxue, holding a sword, was able to defeat thousands of troops.

When he became the Immortal Master Zhuishi, his behavior was followed by sword practitioners all over the world, who believed that being obsessed with the sword alone was the purest and most powerful way of swordsmanship.

But in fact, Xie Fuxue, who is renowned all over the world, has the most useless five spiritual roots. He does not pursue the sword, but can only choose the sword.

A look of hostility appeared in his eyes. Xie Sui had never been so angry as he was at this moment: If he had not known that the girl was Zhao Xi's good friend, and had not learned from Fu You that Zhao Xi was very sad and wanted to meet He Jia in person, he would have crushed He Jia and the other disgusting soul inside her body long ago!

Any life is made up of different emotions. Only under the impact of different emotions can people grow and avoid suffering the same harm.

Xie Sui hopes that Zhao Xi can appreciate the feelings that He Jia brings to her this time and better understand her own life path.

This is the only reason they can survive temporarily.

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He Jia had never felt that the face she had been looking at in the mirror for 534 years was so unfamiliar. She sat quietly in front of the mirror, and then suddenly wanted to smash the mirror to the ground, but her body paused, her face twitched, and her silent and angry expression turned into joy.

He Jia gently stroked the face in the mirror and said with a smile, "Xiao Jia, are you so angry about being with your father forever?"

He Jia felt sick, and her ferocious expression reflected her mental breakdown: "Beast! Scum! Go to hell!"

"Everything you have is given by me. I am just taking it back." He Yuanxiu's gentle expression retracted. His expression was normal and cold, as if it was very normal for him to take over his own daughter's body. What's more, ambition was swelling in his heart: "I will be the master of the three realms! The way of heaven is like the thread in my hand, which I can weave! At that time, whether you want to live or die, your father will let you do it."

He Jia was crying, but another soul in her body made her eyes as cold and inorganic as an insect.

Why did it turn out like this... He Jia asked herself with empty eyes: Why should I go home? Why did I believe my father's lies?

He Jia has always admired her father.

My father was the last descendant of the He family, and he couldn't even tell others that he was a member of the He family. But my father didn't care at all at that time. He often told He Jia that talent was not the only absolute factor, and God would not let down those who worked hard.

He Jia kept her father's words in mind, so even though she had the most useless five spiritual roots, He Jia never felt dejected.

At that time, my father was really amazing. Although he had three spiritual roots, he was recognized by the master family with his self-created Feihe swordsmanship. They even gave them many rare treasures and allowed my father to go to the master family to practice.

That was the happiest time for He Jia's family.

But at some point, my father gradually stopped laughing. He began to lock himself up in the confinement room for a long time, constantly thinking about his sword skills. When He Jia went to see him, he didn't even look at her. He just held the sword and muttered to himself: "Just wait, my sword skills are not rubbish. When I create a heaven-level sword skill, those villains will not be able to laugh!"

He Jia secretly inquired and found out that the swordsmanship that her father regarded as a treasure was just a mysterious-level skill with some special features in the master's house. Even after her father presented the swordsmanship, he only received a mediocre evaluation.

The father became more and more anxious. He began to complain to He Jia non-stop: "If my spiritual roots weren't so poor, would I have been stuck in the Nascent Soul stage for so long? If I could break through, my understanding of the Feihe swordsmanship would definitely be even higher!"

"Xiao Jia, your talent is too poor. Why don't you stop practicing and learn how to do housework from your mother."

How could He Jia possibly do as he said!

Seeing her father who was like a devil, He Jia was really afraid that he would marry her off one day, so she reported to Taiyi Sect without telling him.

The philosophy of Taiyi Sect is to teach everyone without distinction. After knowing that she had five spiritual roots, they did not reject her directly. Instead, after learning about He Jia's talent in formations and talismans, they recruited her into the outer sect.

He Jia was ecstatic. She told her family about it. Her mother was proud of her, but her father's attitude was lukewarm. He Jia sympathized with him and understood that they were just the smallest part of the huge giant of the host family.

But everything is getting better, isn't it?

But good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. He Jia heard the news that her father's cultivation was abolished. She couldn't believe it, especially when she heard that her father had stolen the He family's treasures. He Jia really couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

She hurried home to visit her father, only to learn that her father had been in a coma and the people from the host family had been guarding their home, determined not to let her father die and lose the secret treasure.

The host family had no choice but to wait for their father to wake up, so He Jia and her mother did as they were told.

After meeting Zhao Xi, He Jia was really happy. The cultivation world paid great attention to spiritual talent, and He Jia was destined to be unpopular. So even though she had an excellent talent for formations, she was still out of tune with other fellow disciples.

When He Jia received the news that her father had woken up, she immediately rushed home.

But when she returned home, what awaited He Jia was devastating bad news.

Their home was filled with corpses, they were the people sent by the master. The mother was lying in a pool of blood, and the father held his knife, laughing crazily and said to her: "Xiaojia, I found it! I found it!!!"

"My way is the way of ruthlessness!"

He Jia lost all her hearing in an instant. She stared blankly at her father holding the knife dripping with her mother's blood. When he staggered towards her, He Jia felt as if she was struck by thunder. She was so grief-stricken that her spiritual power burst out like a flood and tears burst out: "Get out! Bastard!"

With her mind extremely shaken, He Jia was stabbed directly in the heart by her father.

He Jia is no longer He Jia, she has become a container for her father.

With two souls in one body, He Jia finally understood He Yuanxiu's behavior.

It turned out that his cultivation had been stuck for too long and he was about to face the Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Man. He was unwilling to accept this, so he went to steal the He family's secret treasure. However, he never imagined that it was such a heaven-defying method to change one's fate and transform a person into the Way of Heaven!

He Yuanxiu had long regarded He Jia's body as his own, and did not care. He even explained to He Jia complacently: "This method is a secret method handed down from the Yaohe Xie family, the most powerful family six hundred years ago. It is called: "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun"!"

"The person who invented this secret method is simply a genius!" He Yuanxiu excitedly walked around with He Jia's body, and told his daughter all his ambitions: "What does this mean? This means that when people in the world are still fighting to achieve enlightenment, I have already achieved enlightenment!! I can control all of them! No wonder, no wonder the Xie family is so famous!"

fart!

He Jiahen's eyes were about to bleed. How could the orthodox path require the souls of so many people? This was simply a crooked and evil path that was stepping on the corpses of others!

Because this secret method is too evil, the conditions are extremely harsh.

The most difficult thing is to have five spiritual roots. As we all know, five spiritual roots are the most useless spiritual roots. Including He Jia, there are only three examples in history! In addition, the spirit must constantly nourish the body, comprehend the ruthless way, without a trace of seven emotions and six desires. If there is any mistake, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

He Jia had never thought that she would meet the requirements of this secret technique so well. In fact, the reason why He Yuanxiu kept her was because one cannot leave behind emotions when practicing the secret technique. How could He Yuanxiu, who had the ambition to unify the three realms, be willing to do this?

So he had a genius idea, to become one with He Jia, to erase He Jia's emotions, and he would gain the powerful human form of Heavenly Dao cultivation. It seemed absurd, but it was very successful, and because they were blood relatives, the cultivation of the secret method was particularly smooth.

After that, He Yuanxiu used He Jia's body to secretly kill people and suck their souls. Later, the secret method brought He Yuanxiu's cultivation too fast and too powerful, and he gradually became addicted to it and became less and less restrained.

During a murder, while He Yuanxiu was absorbing the energy, He Jia removed all the camouflage spells He Yuanxiu had cast. He Yuanxiu was so cautious that he brought three magic weapons to disguise his aura and cast many layers of spells. He probably knew the consequences of being exposed.

But no matter what, the real owner of this body is He Jia. Her face is clearly displayed in broad daylight, because she feels that there is a person who is still alive and she is the one who kept him alive.

But this was all she could do. She didn't know what that person would do, but she believed in the power of hatred. Just like her, the fire of hatred in her heart burned her soul, and she would never be annihilated by He Yuanxiu's beautiful fantasy.

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"I saw her!"

The group was running fast in the dense pine forest. Suddenly, Zhao Xin saw a black figure with his clairvoyant eyes.

Following his prompt, everyone looked up.

He Yujin reacted the fastest and had the strongest cultivation. He immediately flashed in front of He Jia and without saying a word, he swung a sword!

He Yujin's sword is named Ice Bone, which is forged from the He family's treasured collection: the spine of a thousand-year-old mammoth ice elephant. It has extraordinary power and is a perfect match for He Yujin, making He Yujin's strength far beyond his peers!

If He Yujin had fought against Zhao Xi with Binggu that day, Zhao Xi would probably have lost miserably.

The biting cold hit He Jia's shoulder, tearing a big hole in his black robe and revealing half of He Jia's face.

It's really her!

Zhao Xi clenched her swords in a somewhat inappropriate manner, her cheeks moving slightly due to the force. The plot prompts in her mind had not stopped since she met He Jia, which showed that this was a very important plot in the original text!

Zhao Xi didn't say a word, he just raised his sword and attacked with both swords. Blood soaked into the snow-white sword bodies. Zhao Xi shook off the blood and attacked from both sides as He Yujin did!

"He Jia, don't run anymore." Zhao Xi said.

The others followed in their footsteps and surrounded He Jia.

"Outer sect disciple He Jia, after going astray, indiscriminately killed 310 people in Xiayang Village. This crime is unforgivable and must be executed immediately!" He Yujin said sternly.

"Hahahaha!" He Jia was silent for a while and then burst into laughter crazily. Her twitching expression was very weird and ugly. Zhao Xi suddenly felt a strong sense of unfamiliarity.

"That's a very good point, but you don't have the qualifications or the strength to kill me!"

Her burst of energy instantly overwhelmed everyone so much that they couldn't even raise their heads!

Zhao Xi was shocked: "Who are you?"

This person didn't use any disguise at all, and told everyone clearly that she was not 'He Jia'!

The man used He Jia's face to laugh and said, "Kill your people!"