Note Orphans Forced Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

The winter was bitter and snowy, and another 30 years passed in a blink of an eye.

There is a new teahouse in Lingyang City at the foot of the Shuanglan Sect. It has been overcrowded and very lively in recent days.

There is a storyteller in the teahouse, he doesn’t talk about those princes and generals, love and love, he only talks about the great power of the monks today, which attracts many people to go out in the cold winter, and the business of the teahouse is booming day by day.

Most of the people who came here were young talents who wanted to participate in the Shuanglan Sect Accepting Apprentice Conference. They had a natural yearning for spiritual practice, so the teahouse was already overcrowded before the storytelling started.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

"Damn! Master, I made a reservation in advance, why don't I have a seat!"

"Fuck me, who stepped on my foot!"

This year's winter was extremely cold, but the noisy and crowded atmosphere of the teahouse dispelled most of the chill.

With the soft sound of "squeak——" the door was pushed open, and the biting cold wind suddenly broke in. Everyone was shocked and turned their heads subconsciously. Then, the noisy teahouse fell silent for a moment.

Standing at the door was a cold and handsome young man who looked young, but he looked about 20 years old, but there was no vitality in his eyes that should be found at this age, like a piece of piercing ice, he looked at him expressionlessly. Looking at the people in the teahouse, the overly long eyelashes cast shadows on the eyelids, echoing the pair of pale black eyes, making him even more stern.

His aura was so strong that everyone didn't notice his morbidly pale complexion. Compared with this person, the severe cold in winter was nothing worth mentioning.

The man didn't enter, as if he was looking for someone.

And the people who were caught by his eyes were all terrified and held their breath involuntarily.

"Brother Chi, here! Here!" A young man by the window stood up, revealing the hard-to-hold position inside, and waved excitedly at the man.

The faint cold fragrance blew past, and the few tea drinkers by the door shivered involuntarily. It was not until he left that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and continued to quarrel.

The man walked steadily. Seeing him approaching, the people in the aisle subconsciously stepped aside, tearing a hole in the crowded teahouse just to allow the man to pass.

However, there are always some people who like to go against the grain.

Before he got to his seat.A burly man took a step ahead and stuffed his hulking body into it.

The big man was very proud, he poohed at the man: "Young boy."

This person's name is Zhao Si, and he is the seed player of this recruitment conference. Although he looks like a hulking back, he is actually only 25-[-]. It is said that he is a collateral child of the Zhao family in Huaxi, and has some foundation in practice.

Zhao Si hasn't done anything good these days. He bullies men and women every day. People around him are not surprised. No one dares to say a word, and he is even a little excited. Watch the fun.

In fact, Zhao Si had a seat, which was arranged for him respectfully by the owner of the teahouse, but some people are just so boring and don't want to see others show off.

"When you grow up like this, you still come to listen to the book, why don't you go up and sing a paragraph, make the uncle happy, give me whatever you want!"

This person didn't grab enough seats, his mouth was not clean, and his voice was as thick as a broken gong. When he said this, the people around him didn't know who started it, and they burst into laughter.

Zhao Si, who got the response, became even more arrogant, spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the man's feet, and then looked at the man's face carefully, with surprise in his eyes. Gaining spiritual power, he grabbed the man with a grinning grin.

"Yo, she looks beautiful. You don't have to sing if you don't want to. I'll serve you tonight. I'll make you want to be immortal..."

There is already pity in someone's eyes, and if it falls into Zhao Si's hands, this person is useless.

However, halfway through Zhao Si's speech, he suddenly got stuck.

The onlookers waited for a long time, only to see that the big man twisted his face, his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't speak no matter what, everyone was confused, but they couldn't figure out why. , Mr. Storyteller came on stage.

Everyone's attention was completely diverted, and the man slowly walked to Zhao Si's side, ignoring the panic in his eyes, and knocked on the edge of the wooden table, his voice was cold but very clear: "Excuse me, let me go."

At the beginning, the young man Zou Qiong who greeted the man looked at the two anxiously, fearing that Zhao Si would go wrong and slap his new brother to death.

However, to his surprise, the big man got up and left without saying a word, which made Zou Qiong stunned for a long time.

"He is..."

With a calm expression, the man casually raised the teacup on the table, touched the rim of Zou Qiong's cup, and said calmly, "Listen to the book."

Zou Qiong remained silent, not daring to continue asking.

He met this man ten days ago. When Zou Qiong just arrived in Lingyang City, he was robbed by a few hooligans in the street. , I specially invited him to this teahouse to listen to books and drink tea.

It's hard to find a teahouse here, and he took a lot of effort to get one, but judging from the appearance of the other party, it seems that he is not interested in it.

Zou Qiong secretly looked at the man beside him, he had never seen such a person, he was both kind and indifferent, strong and weak, in short, extremely contradictory.

But since the other party didn't want to say more, he had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and look at the storyteller on stage.

The tea here is of low quality and bland, but the man sips it lightly and slowly, with an elegant posture.

But through the window sill beside him, one could see Zhao Si, who was still extremely arrogant just now, running to the snowy ground, shouting silently, and his mouth was hollow, even the root of his tongue was gone.

The bustle in the teahouse is still there. Tonight, there is a person in the world who lost his tongue forever.

As for the man sitting by the window, his hands were trembling at the moment.

Sure enough, one should not forcefully use spiritual power.

He secretly suppressed the tumbling blood in his chest, but did not show the slightest expression on his face.

This person is Muchi.

After his death 30 years ago, his soul survived for some reason, and after all these years of painstaking efforts, he reshaped his body again.

This remodeled body is no different from his previous aptitude, but the sword intent that hurt him the most has survived for some reason, eating away at his body day by day, even with his previous cultivation level, he can't recover.

In order to prevent being recognized by others, he changed his appearance and used his appearance before time travel, and the name Muchi was also his real name before time travel.

Silently repairing the old injury that was pulled out just now, Mu Chi looked at Zou Qiong, whose eyes were shining brightly and his face was flushed with excitement, his eyes showed thoughtfulness.

"You like cultivating immortals very much?"

"Of course! My dream is to be a swordsman! It's fun and beautiful to be a chivalrous man." Zou Qiong was still a boy with a deep yearning look on his face.

Mu Chi lowered his eyes, noncommittal, and said after a while: "You are not suitable to be a swordsman."

After a pause, he continued: "It's a natural formation repair material."

His voice was very low, Zou Qiong didn't hear it, and listened intently to the storytelling of the people on the stage.

Today we are talking about a character that no one has heard much about, called Mu Qiuming.

A few people with a good memory guessed the identity of this person based on the previous few readings, and raised their voices: "Is it the junior brother of the demon king Xiao Yuan mentioned last time?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the audience immediately booed: "A tenth-rank monk, what can I say, Xuanxu's master Qin Xuanzhi, and Demon Venerable Xiao Yuan, Qingyun Immortal Venerable, which one is better than him!"

This is true, the cultivation base of monks is divided into thirteen levels, among which the first level is the weakest, the tenth level is the strongest, and the tenth level has the third level of Tiandixuan, and Qinxuan's Xiao Yuan. Compared with the first-level monks, Mu Qiuming's tenth-level monk really has nothing to talk about.

As for the heaven rank, that is the rank that only exists in legends.

The storyteller smiled mysteriously, and tapped Xingmu lightly in his hand: "Since this is the case, do you know that in the last battle between Zheng and Demon 33 years ago, Demon Lord Xiao Yuan died at the hands of Muchi?"

There was an uproar under the stage.

Zou Qiong's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Mu Chi was expressionless, as if he was not talking about himself.

He can probably guess what the comprehension world will say about him, but there will be no good things to say.

Accompanied by a sound of "pop", the Xingmu knocked, and the storyteller opened his voice.

"Mu Qiuming, a member of the devil world, nicknamed cancerous tumor, famous mouse feces in the cultivation world, whoever gets it will make his whole body smelly."

According to reports, this person has done several major things.

Of course, neither is a good thing.

As we all know, on the Shenyi Continent, the righteous way and the evil way have always been like fire and water, burning at one point, and they have barely maintained a fragile balance over the years. The appearance of Mu Qiuming completely shattered this balance.

First, he colludes with the daughter of the master of Huanyuemen and the master of Raging Flame Hall at the same time, provoking a war between good and evil sects.

Then, at the time of the stalemate between the two forces, a green grassland was planted on the head of Qingyun Xianzun, who is known as the sword fairy, and Qingyun, who has always been gentle and moist, exhaled fragrance, and killed the demon world overnight. hit.

Seeing blood flow into rivers in the realm of comprehension, the person concerned was addicted to sex and sex, even the nuns were not spared.

The great disciple of Wugouzhai, a once-in-a-thousand-year Buddhist and Taoist genius, returned to vulgarity on the second day after meeting Mu Qiuming.

What's more, Mu Qiuming replied to her: "Get lost."

The world of comprehension exploded in an instant, and the righteous way's anger reached its peak. He was about to ask the devil for an explanation.

Then Mu Qiuming abducted the daughter-in-law of Situ Ye, the master of the Xuanfeng Hall of the Demon Dao.

Moxiu: "..."

Such a peerless scumbag, the reason why he was not beaten to death early is because he hugged a thick thigh, that is the Demon Lord Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan has many brothers and sisters, but Qiu Ming alone treats this scene differently. With his protection, Situ Ye dare not do anything, but in the end, he planted a seed in his heart until the final moment of the battle between righteousness and evil. Betrayed.

It was also at this time that everyone discovered that they had underestimated the lower limit of Mu Qiuming's integrity.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Qiuming turned his head and sold Xiao Yuan cleanly, and hugged the thigh of Qin Xuanzhi, the new head of the Xuanxu Sect.

This time, not to mention the evil way, the righteous way was dumbfounded, and the even more dumbfounded thing happened three years later.

In the past three years, despite the bad reputation, there are still many female cultivators who flock to Mu Qiuming, but on a certain day, these female cultivators suddenly disappeared collectively as if they had made an appointment.

It wasn't until this time that everyone realized that those female cultivators who had a great quarrel with Mu Qiuming back then had disappeared from people's sight due to various reasons, disappeared, died, and closed themselves to death, without exception.

Not long after, they found the drained bodies of the nuns.

All the sects pointed their finger at Mu Qiuming one after another, but Mu Qiuming, who had been showing off his tenth-level cultivation base, unexpectedly broke out the strength of the ground level. Not only did he not die under the siege of the crowd, but he also damaged many righteous monks , which further confirmed the fact that he absorbed people's cultivation.

"However, such a sinful person, the righteous and the devil, will not forgive them lightly. After days of chasing and killing, no matter how high the devil's cultivation level is, he was finally chopped down by everyone at Fengdingya, leaving no bones left. !"

Following the storyteller's eloquent "Good death!" The audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause, applauding.