Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Yu Shuizong at night was extremely silent, only the rustling of grass and trees, and the slight sound of young disciples swinging wooden swords thousands of times.

Ji Zhaixing wore a long black gown with intricate satin and embroidered stars.The more he stretched out the wrist and the neck, they are all white and delicate.

The black hair is still slightly scattered on the shoulders, very casual.At this time, Ji Zhai Xing is not as regular as in the daytime. One can tell at a glance that it was forced to be pulled out during a rest, revealing a sense of laziness.

The road to renunciation is not easy.

Those jagged and protruding strange rocks were everywhere, which made Tan Lang upset, and he had to take a look at Ji Zhaoxing from time to time.

Who is Ji Zhaixing? Now he looks as if his cultivation has regressed, and he will fall if he pushes it - Tan Lang is afraid that he will fall from here and die when he walks halfway.

In the night, Tan Lang often looked back, his eyes sparkling.

He couldn't help asking, with a cold tone: "Do you want me to hold you?"

In Ji Jiexing's eyes, Tan Lang has never been a considerate and kind-hearted character.So Ji Zhaixing thought for a while, and asked back: "You don't know the way?"

Tan Lang: "..."

Along the way, Tan Lang never spoke again.

The two left Yu Shuizong in such a quiet atmosphere.

Tan Lang led Ji Zhaixing to familiarize himself with the way, found an abandoned hidden magic circle, and waved two middle-grade spirit stones.

After standing still, Ji Zhaixing's eyes flickered slightly.

When you open your eyes, it is no longer the remote deserted forest, but a bustling street with bright red lanterns hanging on the side of the road to guide the way, and the fragrant wind comes from the end of the road, a sweet scent.

"Follow me closely," Tan Lang said deliberately indifferently and with a bit of malice, "There are not only Taoist cultivators here."

Ji Zhaoxing nodded slightly.

In fact, the journey was only a few steps long, Tan Lang led Ji Zaixing into the attic on one side, the fragrance faded a lot, and immediately a fair-skinned and beautiful maidservant stepped forward to lead the way.

"Several real people are in the backyard."

The moonlight is full, and you can see the beauty dancing at a glance, with soft waists and limbs.The entire attic was booked up, and the banquet was held in the backyard.Tan Lang's friends were all sitting in the banquet, waiting for the arrival of the two of them.

The dandies who hang out with Tan Langsi are generally the second-generation Xiu who are bold and reckless.

They were born in a prominent family of the sect, and they are not taboo about meat and vegetables.Knowing that the person who will be rectified this time is Ji Zhuixing who fell from the clouds, he hesitated for a moment--wouldn't it be more interesting to tease such a talented person and make him like a caged animal?

But when they saw the black-haired monk walking in with Tan Lang, they were all slightly taken aback.

Ji Zhaixing is like people from two worlds with them, and they are incompatible even appearing in such sensual occasions.

After listening to Yu Shuizong's stories for a long time, they all said that Ji Zaixing is some kind of dove occupying a magpie's nest.When I saw him now, I found that he was actually... so good-looking.

Snow-skinned, black-haired, beautiful-looking.No matter how much people hate him, it's hard to find fault with him.

Tan Lang saw the expressions of these people, and even some gazes, almost revealing their fascination, and for some reason, a fire arose in his heart.

He chose a seat and sat down expressionlessly, took the wine on the table and drank it down.The liquor that flowed out in a torrent soaked through his clothes, showing a slutty look.

"Bring someone here." Tan Lang said, "What are you playing today?"

The hostility was about to overflow.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was in a bad mood, and Xindao Tanlang seemed to be in a relationship with such a beauty.But either they were selfish, or they were still thinking about the friendship of wandering together, they all followed what they had planned before, and answered with a smile: "Playing archery."

Ji Zhaixing sat aside and heard them talking about the rules.

There are nine of them, and each of them picks a jade stick from the stick.Those with vermilion-colored jade sticks at the bottom will shoot arrows, and those with black bottoms will hold the arrow target blindfolded until the archer has shot nine arrows.

They are all cultivators, so naturally they don't use ordinary bows.It is a spirit crossbow that needs to be pulled apart with real energy. The arrowhead is made of cold iron, which is quite dangerous.

Ji Zhaixing just listened quietly from the side, neither making a sound nor objecting, he was surprisingly well-behaved.

Those dandies thought to themselves, it should be the first time for him to play like this, so he didn't talk much.

After setting the rules, the charming maid who served beside her went to get the lottery, and let each monk take turns to draw.

When it was delivered to Ji Jiexing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not refuse, and drew a jade stick from it, the bottom of which was colorless.

Seeing his good looks, the maid intentionally approached him like a docile cat.

However, Ji Zaixing was very puzzled by the amorous feelings, and he did not touch the woman's white and greasy skin with his delicate movements.

Still remember to say thank you.

"Thank you."

Tan Lang lazily raised his eyes to look at him across the table, seeing Ji Zhaixing's movements, he didn't know why he felt better.

He saw that Ji Zhaixing was looking down at the jade stick, his black hair was loose, and he saw from the side his dark eyelashes and fine feathers, like a person in a painting.

It's so easy to cheat.Tan Lang thought so.

There's no point in being bullied.

The winners of the "prize" happened to be the two people next to Tan Lang. They went out and shot arrows a hundred meters apart.The blindfolded man held the target far away from his side and shouted: "Don't shoot me with your poor archery skills."

"nonsense."

The man had enough spiritual power, and it was a bit difficult to draw the bow to the full. Finally, when he came down, eight of the nine arrows missed.

Naturally, he was ridiculed with laughter.It is estimated that they followed the rules in private and were asked for many spirit stones.

The face of the archer who was ridiculed was slightly hot, and his eyes drifted to Ji Jiexing without knowing it. Seeing that the man didn't look at him, he felt relieved and disappointed, and said stiffly: "If I knew it earlier, I should shoot it with one arrow." You shoot!"

After playing for two more rounds, Ji Zhaixing still failed to draw a colored lottery.When the fourth round was about to start, someone stopped him and said, "This game is not interesting, why don't we add another prize."

"If it hits the target, the person holding the target will drink a glass of wine; if it misses, the archer will drink." He said with a smile, and asked the maidservant to bring the wine again.

The wine is not extraordinary wine, but a hundred-year-old spiritual brew, called Seven Days Talk, which is extremely strong.

Everyone else agreed, so the fourth round of lottery began again.

This time the order of issuing the lottery was slightly different. After all the people in the circle drew, they were all uncolored jade lottery. In the end, only Ji Zhaixing and Tan Lang remained untouched.

This lottery has been tampered with long ago, Tan Lang is very clear about it.

As for Ji Zhaixing, he was going to be that "archery target". He was blindfolded and his spiritual consciousness was sealed. He could only listen to the wind in his ears and feel the fear of the unknown——Tan Lang would not take this opportunity to intentionally hurt him.In other words, I had this idea before, but I dismissed it long ago.

It's not easy to explain to parents.

Tan Lang persuaded himself like this.

And the final lottery is also the key scene.The seven-day talk was so real and intense that it made Jindan drunk.If Ji Zhaixing lost his composure after drinking, or even did something absurd, he would use the photo stone to write it down, which would be a clue.

Tan Lang also felt despicable.

But he didn't know why he thought of Ji Zhuixing when he was drunk, and he had many strange thoughts.

When Ji Zhaoxing went to draw the jade lottery, Tan Lang pretended to be playing with Peiyu, and glanced there casually.

Then I saw Ji Zaixing slightly lowered his head, holding the jade stick between his radiant index and middle fingers.The end of the jade stick is a bright red section.

He turned his head slightly: "It turns out that I am here to shoot the arrow."

"How is this possible?"

The rest of the people who paid close attention almost retorted subconsciously.

"How can it be impossible?" Ji Zhaixing still had that harmless and docile appearance, he smiled slightly, "I'm used to being lucky, what do you think, Fellow Daoist Tan Lang?"

"..."

"Indeed." Tan Lang said.

No matter how dull he was, he could still tell that it was Ji Zhaoxing's tricks.But it's hard to admit it at this time, it's like not calling yourself.

Anyway, Ji Zhaixing probably can't hit a few arrows - people like Tan Lang who are almost perfect with every shot are rare after all.

Tan Lang walked a hundred meters away with the target in hand.Fortunately, Ji Zhuixing didn't intentionally shake his hand, and planned to stick the arrow in his body.

Ji Jiexing closed one eye, and it didn't look like he was struggling too much. His slender fingers hooked the strings. When he opened the bow, he bowed slightly, and his back stretched into a pretty arc, like a bird spreading its wings to fly. Butterflies, all eyes are locked on him.

The arrow shot out quickly.

Tan Lang only felt that the target in his hand was sinking slightly, and a noise of admiration erupted in his ears.

Hit the bullseye, flawless.

Those dandies really admire.You must know that it is difficult for them to control the bow with only spiritual power, so how can they be able to shoot such a precise and perfect arrow.

Tan Lang pursed his lips slightly, and didn't even take off the blindfold, so he asked the maid to bring it over for Seven Days Tan, and drank it all in one gulp.

He actually has a good capacity for alcohol, but what was unexpected was that the power of the burst alcohol dissipated so quickly.

By the time of the sixth cup, Tan Lang's half-blindfolded face turned red.I just feel hot air coming out of my ears and throat, which hurts and makes me dizzy.

He became a little fuzzy.

His friends were a little scared. Originally, they planned to get drunk with Ji to pick up the stars, but now they were afraid that Tan Lang would die from drinking, so they all came out to smooth things over: "It's almost fine here, don't drink, let's see Brother Ji." Archery—”

Tan Lang pushed them away, his tongue was a little dull, and he didn't quite know what he was talking about.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat." Tan Lang said.

"Anyway, I'll never beat you—" He raised his head, although he was blindfolded, everyone knew that he was looking at Ji Zhaixing.Then he mumbled a curse word.

At this time, it seemed that Ji Zhuixing was very calm.

He said to Tan Lang, "You're about to lose your footing."

Tan Lang had a conditioned reflex against Ji Zhaixing for almost many years, and immediately said: "You don't need to pretend to be kind."

Ji Zhaixing only looked at him, and then fired three arrows in a row—only this time, none of the three arrows hit.

"It's over," he said.

Ji Jiexing then put down his bow and crossbow to get the wine again, those dandies were taken aback for a moment, before they had time to stop them, they watched Ji Jiexing pour three glasses in a row.I drank very quickly, the kind of drinking that is very easy to get drunk.

After finishing the drink, Ji Zhuixing closed his eyes and calmed down for a while.

His mind is still clear, but his cheeks are slightly flushed—and then his snow-white skin is dyed through several times, and even the slightly exposed collarbone is filled with light red.People can't help but wonder if all his limbs and bones are dyed with this glamorous color.

Ji Zhaixing frowned, and said slowly: "Ji is sick and quite unwell, so I will take my leave first."

None of those people was going to stop Ji from picking up the stars, and they were all inexplicably ashamed, and hesitated to agree.

Ji Zhaixing nodded slightly again, recalling the path back in his mind rather slowly, but it was only a few steps away, and then he stopped staggeringly——

His footsteps were unsteady, so naturally a monk stepped forward to help him a step.

The monk originally thought that Ji Zhuixing was drunk, and he was blushing a little bit, so it was not easy to see his face.But he was very close, and he smelled a bit of bloody smell that was covered up because of the strong fragrance in the courtyard.

Due to the involvement of the shooting action just now, Ji Zhaoxing's old injury has not healed, and it is a little damaged.After drinking strong alcohol, the injury was further stimulated.

"You, are you injured?" The monk asked for help in a daze, "Jizhao Xing is bleeding."

This sound was so deafening that Tan Lang was so frightened that he was mostly sober from the wine.