Dingxianmen [Transmigration Book]

The scoundrel of the Xue family, Xue Hongsheng, is against the sky!

I don't know if it's a fairy method or a demon method, but he stood in front of the door, his whole body was shining, his body was tall and tall, and he was full of bookishness. of.

He was Xue Hongsheng, that Xue Hongsheng who had his spiritual root destroyed 12 years ago and was driven out of the fairy mountain.

This matter was being discussed in the streets and alleys, and pedestrians coming and going in front of the Xue family's gate would also look at the Xue's gate for a few more times, thinking that they could see some clues.

Besides, Xue Hongsheng, that night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He always felt that something was going to happen, so he stood up and sat in the yard for a while.

The sky is bright and sometimes dark, and the clouds on the horizon are blown below the moon by the wind from time to time, covering up the bright moonlight.

The night was like water, but the sound of insects made people feel infinitely anxious. The hot yard seemed to be roasting in a stove, and the slightly cool wind blew by, which did not bring Xue Hongsheng any comfort.

In such a night, besides being restless, he was still restless, and he himself didn't know what he was feeling anxious about. Amidst the restlessness, there was still a little bit of anticipation, which he couldn't explain clearly.It was not until the sound of the third watch passed by outside that Xue Hongsheng slowly walked into the room.

In the dream, Xue Hongsheng slowly opened his eyes, and he immediately noticed the smoky censer on the table. He remembered that the censer was not there the last time he came.

This is a study room with a simple layout, a table, two chairs, surrounded by many bookshelves, and each bookshelf contains a lot of books, divided into categories.

On one side of the table was a man in white, propping his chin with his hand, nodding his head once and for all.

This man is very delicate. It just so happens that he is only 16,7 or [-] years old. He is so beautiful that his gender is blurred. His long eyelashes hang down, his nose is straight and straight, and his whole face seems to be painted by any painter. He was the figure that the artist had drawn with all his talents.

As if he had been tempted by something, Xue Hongsheng couldn't help but walked towards the man step by step, stretched out his hand, and gently ran it down the bridge of his nose. There was a slippery feeling on his fingertips, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but move.

Suddenly, the eyelids of the man in front of him trembled slightly, Xue Hongsheng immediately stretched his finger back, and looked away, a trace of confusion appeared in the man's eyes, he looked up at Xue Hongsheng, but Xue Hongsheng didn't look at him.

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes, and he greeted Xue Hongsheng with a smile: "Hongsheng, we haven't seen each other for three days, are you okay?"

This man's name is Mo Xuan, and he was a disciple of the same elder in Xianshan as Xue Hongsheng back then, and he lived in the same room as Xue Hongsheng.

At that time, Mo Xuan was thin and small, unwilling to speak, and with big eyes, no matter who he looked at, he always looked wary, even to his master, so he was often bullied.

Back then, Xue Hongsheng had just passed through for a few years, and he always felt that he should be the boss, replacing the protagonist, the future of the world belonged to him, and his future still belonged to himself, so when he saw Mo Xuan like this, he took Mo Xuan Xuan took care of him as the younger brother in the future, whoever bullied Mo Xuan, he would bully him back.

The relationship between the two lasted until Xue Hongsheng was deprived of his spiritual roots. Since he was kicked out of the fairy mountain, he has never seen Mo Xuan again.

When I met Mo Xuan again, it was in a dream three years ago, just like the dream now. Since then, Mo Xuan would enter his dream almost every night, meet him, and his intuition told him that this Mo Xuan is not simple. I remember that when he was cultivating immortals, he heard people say that even if he wanted to enter other people's dreams at the Nascent Soul stage, he would need to spend his own real energy, and he would not be able to enter other people's dreams in a short time, otherwise There will be danger to life.

However, Mo Xuan often entered his dreams. It could be seen that this person's cultivation level was beyond Xue Hongsheng's comprehension, or the power behind him was terrifyingly powerful.

Xue Hongsheng looked at Mo Xuan with dazed eyes.

Mo Xuan's eyes are a pair of peach-blossom eyes, they look very beautiful, the water in them is rippling, seductive, if you are a little careless, when you talk to him, you will stare into his eyes non-stop, with three souls and seven souls At least two souls and six souls have been hooked away.

Seeing that Xue Hongsheng didn't answer, Mo Xuan's peach blossom eyes curled up, and his smile almost overflowed. He asked again: "Hongsheng, we haven't seen each other for three days, are you okay?"

Xue Hongsheng coughed and said, "It's okay."

The two of them didn't speak any more. Mo Xuan conjured up a tea set out of nowhere. He sipped the tea slowly, and the fragrance of the tea soon spread throughout the room.

The white clothes are like snow, the long hair is like ink, and the temperament is dusty.He is almost like a fairy who has fallen from the fairyland to the mortal world. His white clothes do not touch the mortal air, even if he is close at hand, it makes people feel that he is far away in the clouds outside the sky.

Xue Hongsheng glanced at him indifferently, then quickly turned his eyes elsewhere, stared at his toes for a while, then took a book from the bookshelf casually, sat on the ground, and read it carefully.

One is tasting tea, the other is reading, only the white smoke is still moving in the room, and the quiet atmosphere spreads between the two.

It wasn't until Xue Hongsheng felt that his leg was numb and changed his position that the silence between the two was broken.

The difference between this dream and other dreams is that all the feelings are real, but when the dream wakes up, the feelings in the dream will not continue into reality.

"Calculate the time, it should be dawn, I should go back, this book is good, keep it for me." Xue Hongsheng said.

Mo Xuan slowly put down his teacup, and smiled at Xue Hongsheng: "Don't be busy, Xue Hongsheng, you used that power yesterday, right?"

Xue Hongsheng nodded. The ray of light that emanated from his body yesterday was put on him by Mo Xuan, saying that it was for him to use it in a critical moment. He had three chances to use it. After these three times were used up, he would Will set foot on the world of cultivating immortals again.

Although it was very tempting to set foot on the world of cultivating immortals again, he didn't dare to trust this childhood sweetheart whom he hadn't seen for many years, so he always used this power as long as he could.

This is the second time he used that power. The first time he used it was a year ago. The little friend who was playing with Xue Hu was beaten by Xue Hu because he insulted Xue Hongsheng. Later, the adults of that family came to beat Xue Hu Hu, Xue Hongsheng just came to look for Xue Hu, and when he saw that scene, he used that power to prevent Xue Hu from being injured. At that time, Mo Xuan appeared in his dream, and brought up this matter again. Power memory is very deep.

"If that's the case, then you have another chance. I believe that you will use your power for the last time soon." Mo Xuan said.

"Mo Xuan, what exactly do you want to do? Who are you?"

"Of course I have my purpose, and you will know when the time comes."

Xue Hongsheng's heart moved slightly, and when he asked again, his whole body had already been eliminated from the dream by Mo Xuan.

After waking up from the dream, Xue Hongsheng rubbed his temples and got up from the bed.

In the past few days, in order to test the spirit root of his younger brother Xue Hu, Xue Hongsheng got up early every day and rushed to the busiest market to help people write letters.

I remember that in the previous life, Xue Hongsheng's handwriting was the ugliest, but who knew that in this life, because he was bored, he actually practiced good handwriting, helped people write family letters, and actually made a little money every day, but this money is not enough. The silver taels needed to test Xue Hu's spiritual root are still too little.

In addition to Xue Hongsheng who was working hard to make money in the Xue family, Father Xue also ran all over the streets and alleys in the past few days, and he brought out all the rogue behaviors. More or less, he borrowed a little money, but it was still a big shortfall.

In the past few years, Xue's family has borrowed almost the entire town in order to borrow money from Xue Hongsheng, and few people are willing to lend them money anymore.

Because Xue Hongsheng came early and there were not many people in the market, he quickly found a shady place and set up his stall. After setting up the stall, he went to the side to buy a vegetarian bun for breakfast.

Although he can no longer stay in bed, his body is still extremely weak. He may pass out if he does not eat a meal, and he may cough desperately when he walks or gets angry.

After eating the buns, a customer finally came to the door, but this customer was not the kind of customer Xue Hongsheng wanted. Xue Hongsheng recognized him, he was Chen San's subordinate, and he followed Chen San every time. .

Xue Hongsheng frowned and asked, "May I ask what Xiaosheng needs to write?"

Chen San's subordinates stared at Xue Hongsheng for a long time without saying a word.

Xue Hongsheng felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, tilted his head slightly, and asked again: "May I ask what Xiaosheng needs to write?"

Chen San's subordinate smiled evilly: "No wonder my elder brother is fascinated, he is really pretty."

Xue Hongsheng was a little displeased, but he listened to the other party.

"Write a chapter of the contract."

Xue Hongsheng dipped the ink with a brush and signaled Chen San's subordinates to start.

Chen San's subordinate read: "I voluntarily sleep with Chen San for a month. Chen San will pay for my brother's spiritual root testing fee, and then leave a place for signature and signature below."

As he said, Xue Hongsheng continued to write. When he wrote the word sleep, he felt something was wrong, so he stopped writing and looked at Chen San's subordinates. He took out a silver ingot from his pocket, placed it heavily on Xue Hongsheng's desk, pointed to the piece of paper in front of Xue Hongsheng, and said, "You can write whatever you say, and you won't lose money."

Xue Hongsheng looked at the silver ingot, then at the pen in his hand, he didn't speak, his face was thoughtful.

Chen San's subordinates took out another silver ingot from his pocket, smiled at Xue Hongsheng, and said, "This thing, as long as you write it, the money will be yours. You said you can make money just by writing these few words." With so much money, it's one step closer to your brother's spiritual root test, how wonderful."

Suddenly, Xue Hongsheng smiled, and he dipped the ink with the brush again, and his movements were flowing like flowing water, and a few large characters appeared on the paper.