After transmigrating the book, I recognized the wrong protagonist

Zhuo Ziyang froze for a moment: "What, what's wrong?"

Xie She threw away the broken pen and raised his eyes: "Bring it."

Zhuo Ziyang handed it to him blankly, and said puzzledly, "You don't want yours, but you want Shuang Xuezun's..."

Xie She glanced at him, and he was shocked immediately, and hurriedly handed him all the letters and gadgets addressed to Shuang Xuezun.

Xie She accepted it blankly, the bell rang, Zhuo Ziyang hurried back to his seat, and before leaving, he told: "It must be handed over to Master Shuangxue."

Xie She didn't answer him, and lowered his eyes.

After school, Xie She returned to Xiantai as usual.

Zhu Huai put a stone table and a few stone benches on the open space in front of the house. When he was free, he would drink tea there and enjoy the breeze while watching the scenery in the distance. It was very pleasant.

Seeing Xie She who appeared not far away, he shook his head from his contemplation, smiled immediately, and called people over.

Xie She pursed his lips and walked up.

"What did you learn today?" Zhu Huai poured him a cup of tea.

Xie She reached out to take it, cautiously: "I have learned the origin of Qingyuan Mountain and the past of the first head."

Zhu Huai nodded: "It's a history class."

He smiled lightly and looked at Xie She: "You have achieved such good results in this assessment, what do you want, as a teacher, I can satisfy you."

Xie She shook his head: "I don't want anything."

"Really?" Zhu Huai tried to coax him, "Think about it, don't miss this opportunity."

Xie She looked up at Master's eyes, with a deep smile inside, like the moonlight, bright and gentle.

The corners of Xie She's lips curled up unconsciously: "Master is ready, why are you here to ask disciples?"

"I really can't hide anything from you."

While laughing, Zhu Huai spread out his palms, a faint light flashed, and a pair of small silver bells lay impressively in his palms.

The aura lingers on the little bell, which is the best fairy weapon.

He had wanted to forgive this for a long time, but he couldn't find a good time and excuse.

Xie She took a closer look, but didn't know what it would do, so he asked, "This is?"

"Lock the ice bell."

Xie She slightly opened his eyes wide: "This is Suo Bingling?"

He once heard that there is a pair of bells that do not distinguish between each other, as long as one bell rings, the other can sense its direction, no matter how far apart or thousands of miles away, they can meet again.

Zhu Huai was very satisfied with his reaction, and smiled and handed one of them to him: "You and me, we each have one."

Xie She was slightly taken aback, and took it carefully, holding this small silver bell.

The pattern on the outer body of Suo Bingling is simple and elegant. With a light shake, the metal ball inside hits the body, and the clear and pleasant bell sound flows out. The silver bell in Zhu Huai's palm also emits a faint bell sound, and the two silver bells glow. With light, leading the two to meet.

Xie She looked at Master in surprise.

Zhu Huai asked, "Do you like it?"

Xie She nodded: "I like it."

Zhu Huai smiled: "Put it away if you like it. If you want to see me in the future, just shake the bell and I'll be able to sense it."

Xie She was silent for a moment, and said, "So I can see Master anytime?"

"of course."

Xie She's heart was as soft as water, he put away the Suobing bell, and planned to sew a small cloth bag to protect it tonight.

He hesitated, whether to send those letters to Master or not.

Zhu Huai picked up the tea and sipped it lightly, feeling a bit cold, and was thinking whether to warm it up, when he turned around and saw Xie She frowning with an annoyed look on his face, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Master..." Xie She bit the tip of his tongue, the words were in his mouth, hesitating or not.

While hesitating, he tightened his hands, and the cold Suo Bingling pressed against his palm, not too painful, but a little numb.

After a long time, he said, "I'm fine."

Zhu Huai: "If you have nothing to do, come and make tea for the teacher."

It happened that he was tired and played chess at Ziwei's for a whole day, and if he was not carried back, he was considered physically disabled.

Xie She agreed with a low eyebrow, and served Zhu Huai comfortably.

Xie She failed to hand over the letter to Master that day, and later returned the original to Zhuo Ziyang.

Zhuo Ziyang winked and asked, "How did Master Shuangxue respond?"

Xie She: "I didn't give it to him."

"Ah? No? I still want to know how Shuang Xuezun will react." Zhuo Ziyang couldn't help feeling very sorry.

Xie She doesn't know how the master will react, but the master is so gentle, he will definitely not say anything harsh.

He had many chances to give Master, but they stopped at the last moment.

He comforted himself, he just didn't want to bother Master with this kind of thing, and he didn't do it on purpose.

Zhuo Ziyang didn't notice that he was deep in thought, and remembered something: "By the way, we have a swordsmanship practice class tomorrow, so remember to bring your saber."

The swordsmanship class does not have practical lessons until the advanced class. Zhuo Ziyang was afraid that he would not know this rule, so he kindly reminded him.

What Zhuo Ziyang likes most is the practical class, and he rubs his hands excitedly, wishing that it will be tomorrow soon.

Xie She was silent for a moment: "I don't have a sword."

Zhuo Ziyang was a little surprised: "What? Didn't Master Shuangxue choose it for you?"

"No."

"It's too unfortunate. Uncle Zhenhe, who is guarding the Sword Pavilion, has gone on a mission, and now no one can enter the Sword Pavilion."

Xie She thought for a while: "It's okay, I have the bamboo sword that my master gave me, so I should be able to use it."

Zhuo Ziyang nodded, and the bamboo sword was also a sword: "That's fine, remember to bring it tomorrow."

On the second day of the swordsmanship class, Master Wen Qi, who was in charge of the class, took them to a wide place and asked them to show their weapons first.

The swordsmanship class includes but is not limited to the use of swords, any weapon is fine, but because the mainstream in the cultivation world is still swords, this class has always been named after the swordsmanship class.

Now most of the disciples' weapons are mortal weapons, and it is not bad to have a spiritual weapon, so when someone among the disciples took out a fairy weapon, it immediately attracted envious voices from everyone.

The disciple who owns the fairy artifact is called Xue Feng, and he is the direct disciple of the Fourth Elder.

He lifted his chin triumphantly, and found that there were still people who hadn't brought out their swords, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, you are the apprentice of Lord Frost Snow, you should also have a fairy weapon, right?"

Xie She glanced at him, took off the sword pouch on his back, and took out a green bamboo sword from it.

Xue Feng laughed out loud: "Is this your sword?"

"Yes." Xie She said, "This is my sword."

Xue Feng: "I heard the rumors before, and thought that Master Shuangxue valued you as an apprentice." He smiled: "Now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Xie She ignored his provocation, glanced at him lightly, and then looked away.

Xue Feng was irritated by his arrogant appearance, or he could not understand Xie She's arrogant and arrogant style all the time, and always wanted to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

He mocked: "It stands to reason that you still have to call me Shishu. After all, the Great Elder only let you study in Qingyuan Mountain as an inner disciple. The so-called Master Shuangxue's apprentice is actually just for yourself. Just listen."

"If Master Shuangxue really regards you as a direct disciple, how come you don't even have a decent sword?"

Xue Feng approached him, smiled lowly and said, "You said, didn't you?"

The author has something to say: Xie Amnesty: Thank you Master for giving me my mobile phone, I like it very much

Zhu Huai: Don’t you understand? That’s the waiter pager

This civilization will enter V today, and it will be a three-in-one fat badge on that day

In a few days, I will be on the thousand-character income list. It is super important to me. It can be said that one list will determine life and death. I hope that the babies can support the genuine version and don’t look at the pirated version. It is really cheap!After chasing, you don’t even need a cup of milk tea!Give me a motivation to continue writing, thank you all here! !

It doesn't matter if you don't plan to chase the baby, thank you for your care during this time, okay?

By the way, I will post another wave of my final article "The ancients are all my employees"

Fandan pre-received article "I Rely on Gaming to Continue My Life in the Otome Game"

Copywriter:

[Tsundere show package I am the most handsome in the world by X superficially indifferent sexual desire to break his legs inside]

Lu Zhou, as the most popular singer-songwriter in the entertainment industry, is rebellious and never looks at people seriously. Jiang Yunting is this person.

Jiang Yunting is Lu Zhou's boss, with a god-given face, cold and abstinent, and has a motto in his life: Money is his wife, and love affects the speed of making money.

Lu Zhou was often squeezed by him, and the company rumored that the two had been at odds for a long time.

Until one day Lu Zhou boarded an unknown game forum and realized that he was actually living in an otome game called "Love and the Gods". He and Jiang Yunting were both paper figures in the game.

The only difference is that he is the standard match in this otome game, and Jiang Yunting is the top match.

As the most difficult paper figure in the game, Jiang Kunting has not had a case of HE since he was born, and there are still countless girls who are sore and weak because of him, unable to stop.

Forget it, Lu Zhou was also notified by the system that due to internal reasons in the game, he was about to be forced to go offline, and he had to attack Jiang Yunting to survive. Whenever Jiang Yunting's favorability degree +1, he could live for three more days.

Lu Zhou: There is something wrong with the designation, fuckyou

[System: Countdown to life, 1 hour, 59 minutes, 59 seconds]

Lu Zhou compromised, took out his phone, and sent Jiang Yunting the first WeChat message in his life: Are you there?

Jiang Yuting:?

Lu Zhou was suddenly at a loss for words: Pinduoduo helped me cut a knife

[Jiangyu Pavilion Favorability +1]

Jiang Yu Pavilion: here is the link

Lu Zhou:? ? ?