Note Orphans Forced Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

Zou Qiong took the photo very cheerfully, with a baby-fat face so excited that he didn't notice the sarcasm flashing in Mu Chi's eyes beside him at all.

"There are such scumbags in the world!"

The world of teenagers is either black or white. As a resident of the righteous way, Zou Qiong expressed his deep hatred for such insane people and knocked on the teahouse table.

Not only him, but the other tea drinkers in the teahouse were also aggrieved.

"What kind of heart is it that can attack so many innocent women!"

"More than that! He won't let go of even his senior brother!"

Zou Qiong was still angry, and said angrily, "It's fortunate that this person is dead, otherwise where is the justice in this world?"

"There is no justice in the world."

Mu Chi, who was calm in the audience, had a low voice, playing with the teacup in his hand, not knowing whether he was distracted or in deep thought, his fingers were slender and fair, the pads of his fingers were a little wet, and they had a slightly moist luster under the dim light of the teahouse.

The folk customs on Shenyi Continent have always been civilized, men and women are equal, and most of the teahouses are young people. For a while, they fell into a sea of ​​men lamenting female cultivators and women lamenting demons. Discuss.

"I heard that Xiao Yuan is actually not dead."

The act of drinking tea at the end of the curtain paused.

"real or fake?"

"Wouldn't the Righteous Way have another terrifying opponent?"

"If you want me to say, it would be better for him to be controlled by these demon cultivators while he is alive. In the past 30 years since his death, demon cultivators have never been peaceful, and they have been doing a lot of evil all year round!"

"That's wrong. Righteous Dao was able to grow slowly by relying on a mass of scattered sand by the demon cultivator. If the demon cultivator is also led by someone, that is a greater threat." The speaker was a young man in white fox fur, who looked expensive at first glance. angry.

However, the words are indeed true.

It is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, the Divine Relics Continent was not called the Divine Relics Continent. At that time, magic cultivation was on the decline, and the gods ruled the continent, and most people could practice. Until later, the mainland lacked spiritual energy and the gods moved.

The gods took away most of the monks, leaving only some mortals with low aptitude and no ability to cultivate at all, and... demon cultivators.

Without God's blessing, the demon cultivator who does all kinds of evil seems to be a huge threat. Fortunately, there are a few monks who can't give up here and stay voluntarily, becoming the backbone of the fight against the demon cultivator. The descendants evolved into the later four major families of the cultivation world.

Although the demon cultivators are strong, they have been killing each other and have not been united. Therefore, the orthodox way has not perished in such a decline, but has continued to grow and gradually become equal to the demon cultivators. The demon cultivators have also developed into several major forces. A delicate balance.

Xiao Yuan unified the magic way, making this balance precarious, but it was Muchi who really broke the balance.

The character who wears the book behind the screen is a flirtatious little guy in the book, but I don't know what the author thinks, it's obviously just a sloppy character, and he has something to do with many key plots.

This is exactly what gave Mu Chi a headache, the guy who was supposed to read the whole text, and he—— Ke wife.

In the original text, the war between good and evil was provoked by Muchi. In order to make this part of the plot go smoothly, Muchi wasted a lot of effort, but fortunately, it was still safe in the end, except for 30 years ago.

Although his character design is an idiot who is extremely talented but does not seek to make progress, but such a character design does not mean that Muchi will follow suit completely.

He doesn't like the feeling of low strength.

Fortunately, the system will not interfere with the host's other behaviors except for the key plot, so Mu Chi has been desperately improving his strength, just hiding it from the outside world.

But he didn't expect that this hidden strength would become his reminder.

Thirty years ago, it was this cultivation level that caused him to be labeled as an inhaler, and was hunted down to death.

Mu Chi's hand holding the teacup was clenched unconsciously, and the countless shrill or resentful voices from many years ago were still ringing in his mind, making his brows wrinkled and his face white as paper.

"They were all killed by you."

"It's you!"

"It's all you!"

"Why don't you die! Go die!!"

"Snapped!"

The teacup in his hand shattered at the sound, and red blood gushed out of his palm like a bank. Zou Qiong was chatting happily with the people around him, when he saw this, he let out a cry of surprise, and hurriedly bandaged Mu Chi's wound.

"Brother Chi, are you okay!"

"Xiaoer! Where's Xiaoer? Your teacups are too low-quality!"

Before Xiao Er came over, a crystal-clear jade was placed on Zou Qiong's table, and his cold voice was depressing: "The story is good, I'll treat you to tea."

As the cold fragrance blew past, Zou Qiong looked up in surprise, only to see a thin but tall figure disappearing at the door.

Zou Qiong held the spirit stone in his hand and stood there for a while before suddenly realizing something was wrong.

"Didn't I invite you for this tea?"

……

Half a month later, the Frost Mist Sect will hold a disciple acceptance meeting.

It was still daylight, and the gate of the Shuanglanzong Mountain was crowded with people. At first glance, it seemed that there was no limit, and it was a dense mass of people, ranging from eighty-year-olds to yellow-haired children, men, women, and children.

It is extremely cold in the mountains in winter, especially in the early morning, when the cold wind is bleak, and many people are shivering from the cold, but even so, no one has the slightest intention to leave.

Thinking about it, the Frost Misty Sect only accepts disciples once every ten years. For ordinary people with a short lifespan, this is a rare opportunity for them, and they should not miss it even if they try their luck.

With the first ray of sunlight falling on the ground from the horizon, the ethereal bell suddenly sounded, and the sound waves in the air were like substance, refracting transparent ripples.

This voice has a calming and soothing effect, and at the same time, there is a burst of warmth, dispelling most of the coldness just now.

A few people in blue and white Taoist robes came from a distant mountain with their swords. They had a fairy air and outstanding appearance. The crowd became excited the moment they appeared.

"It's a fairy! The fairy has come out!"

There were not many people, four men and two women, and the leader was a middle-aged man who was serious and unsmiling.

He seems to be an elder, and his clothes are slightly different from those of the disciples behind him. At this moment, he coughed expressionlessly. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to knock on the hearts of the people present. The noisy crowd just now became quiet instantly. .

"Shuanglanzong recruits disciples, please leave by yourself if you are under the age of 16 and over the age of 30."

He said he left on his own, but as soon as the words fell, those who did not meet the age were automatically screened out, and they moved tens of meters away in an instant.

This is much more miraculous than the sound of the bell. Those who remain look excited, but those who are eliminated look sad.

The middle-aged man led the crowd into the mountain gate, building splendid buildings all the way, but the middle-aged man did not stop, but went straight into a canyon deep in the mountain range. As soon as he entered the valley, a severe chill rushed over his face, freezing everyone Get a shudder.

"The disciples of the Shuanglan Sect have to pass three tests, character, toughness, and spiritual root. At that time, you will fall into an illusion. Don't panic, just do what you think in your heart."

The middle-aged man read out the rules numbly, and then began to cast spells without giving anyone time to react.

A huge magic circle rose from under their feet. Everyone was stunned, but found that their bodies could not move. A young man seemed to be frightened. He wanted to break free forcefully, but was backlashed by the formation, and immediately vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The young man clutched his chest in pain, and looked at the disciples of the Frost Mist Sect as if asking for help.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

A laughing voice sounded, it was one of the disciples of the Frost Mist Sect.

Different from the others, this person didn't have a sword, but took a fancy fan and swayed it gently in the winter, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection and seductively.

"Come on, future brothers and sisters."

Then, with a flash in front of everyone's eyes, they fell into the illusion that they were used for the postgraduate entrance examination.

"Eldest brother, this person is vomiting blood, is it really all right?"

A female disciple looked at the young man holding a folding fan, and spoke nervously.

Si Quanke frivolously rubbed the female disciple's hair, and said softly, "What's wrong? Junior sister Liu Xi can't trust senior brother?"

Liu Xi's pretty face flushed, she lowered her head docilely, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Xi'er naturally believes in senior brother."

The young man smiled gently, but his attitude was obviously perfunctory, and he withdrew his hand calmly.

Junior Sister is so easy to learn, it really isn't a challenge.

"If you're worried, just close your eyes and use the soul splitting art to attach the magic eye, and you can see the situation of their test."

After all, he took a look at himself first, shook his head and sighed.

"This year's people are worse than previous years."

"The spiritual roots haven't been tested yet, so you know?" The person who spoke was Xue Yuan, one of only a dozen or so true disciples of the Frost Misty Sect.

"It's not spiritual root." Si Quanke glanced at him lazily, raised his eyebrows: "I'm talking about face."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a "huh" and looked at a thin figure in the corner of the illusion.

The man was facing him sideways, his complexion was very fair, and his figure outlined by a neat dress was thin and straight. When Si Quanke looked at him, he seemed to have noticed something, his light black eyes swept away, and looked at it from a distance. His eyes were cold and alienated.

I couldn't tell what it was like, but at that moment, Si Quanke's heart skipped a beat.

He was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, and the folding fan patted his palm lightly.

This guy looks like a challenge.