Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

I was delayed in the Cangbing Pavilion for too long, and it was almost evening when I came out.

The setting sun is slanting to the west, and Wuji Mountain is high. The sunset here is more beautiful than that seen in the village at the foot of the mountain.The sun touched the horizon, half-covered and slowly sinking, the warm orange light mixed with red, not as dazzling as other times.

It's a beautiful sight.

But Fu Siqian didn't have the heart to watch, his mind is full of two things now: one is the "death" of the Demon Lord, and the world of comprehension is in chaos; the other is Feng Tinghan's abnormal behavior in the magic sword illusion.

Headache, Fu Siqian thought about it, and couldn't help sighing.

"Master, wait for me."

After experiencing what happened in the illusion, Fu Siqian now instinctively rejects Feng Tinghan's contact, and when Leng Tinghan's hand was pulled, he didn't even think about it, as if his hair was blown, he subconsciously threw it away.

The face that was originally smiling brightly collapsed in an instant, the peach blossom eyes were dull, and the whole person was listless, like an abandoned little daughter-in-law.

Feng Tinghan was overshadowed: "Master..."

Fu Siqian: "..."

Appearance is justice, which applies whether it is placed in the real world or in novels.

Feng Tinghan looked like he had done something outrageous. After being stared at for ten seconds, Fu Siqian couldn't continue to pretend to be blind: "Read too many scripts? It's okay not to learn, but to learn." A bit coy, but speak up when you have something to say."

Feng Tinghan lowered his head and whispered: "Master, don't you like Tinghan?"

Fu Sigan was taken aback, the word "like" was too hot, it shouldn't appear between him and Feng Tinghan.

Feng Tinghan stretched out his hand, but stopped when he was about to touch Fu Sigan's sleeve, and sighed faintly.

Fu Siqian explained with a toothache: "You are still young, and you may not be able to tell what liking is. Since I have taken you as a disciple, I should protect you. Rather than calling it 'like', I would rather call it liking." This affection is defined as 'love'."

Feng Tinghan blinked, and nodded speculatively: "I know, before the master took the initiative to accept me as a disciple, he took the initiative to protect me in words and deeds, dealt with the people who chased me, healed me with medicine, and took me down the mountain to eat... all of this It is the master's care for the apprentice."

Fu Siqian nodded in satisfaction.

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyelids: "I understand that Master's favor is for 'disciples', but not for 'Feng Tinghan'. What you cherish is an identity, not me."

Fu Siqian's brows became tighter the more he listened, what kind of nonsense is this talking about, if he cherishes the status of "apprentice", why does he need to treat Feng Tinghan so well?From beginning to end, it was just for Feng Tinghan: "You are my apprentice, and my apprentice will only be Feng Tinghan."

Feng Tinghan smiled, but said nothing.

Fu Siqian didn't want to get too entangled in this matter, so he changed the subject directly: "In a few days, the competition will be held. Then you will represent Suiyu Palace to participate, and practice hard. This year's lottery is interesting, you can give it a try."

The competition is held once every five years. Anyone who has established a foundation can sign up. Apart from the disciples of Wuji Mountain, other sects can also send people to participate. The lottery will be won by the five immortals of Wuji Mountain in turn. This year it is Yan Junxing's turn.Changling Immortal Venerable has countless rare treasures in his hands, any of which can shock the cultivation world, so many people are staring at this competition.

In the original book, Jiang Qingru designed to frame Feng Tinghan in the competition. At the critical moment, the mysterious woman stepped forward to turn the tide. She spent a night alone with Feng Tinghan and helped him win the first place in the competition.

The mysterious woman only appeared once in the book, and her identity is unknown. Many people in the comment section speculated, but they didn't guess who this person was. Therefore, the identity of the mysterious woman is a big unsolved mystery of "Supreme God Lord".

Fu Siqian is also a little curious. There are a lot of heroines in "Supreme God Lord". As for who is the hero's favorite woman, every reader has a different opinion. is the favorite.

Coincidentally, Fu Siqian was also one of them.

Feng Tinghan approached, pushed Fu Siqian's shoulder and turned around: "The sunset on Wuji Mountain is beautiful, Master, have you seen it?"

Fu Siqian raised his head, half of the sky that was dyed red came into view. On the blue background, there were large chunks of orange red, with a little bit of golden brilliance, which was too beautiful to behold.

A soft voice came from behind: "The competition, Master wants me to participate?"

"I hope it's useless. You can only participate in the competition after building the foundation. According to your current cultivation, in three months, do you think you can build the foundation?"

Three months of foundation building is nothing short of fantasy in the world of comprehension. Jiang Qingru, who is known as a genius in the sky, took a year to build his foundation. Even though he said that, Fu Siqian knew that three months was to Feng Tinghan is enough.

"How can it be useless? As long as it is what Master wishes, Ting Han will try his best to do it." Feng Tinghan looked at the clouds in the sky and asked with a gentle smile, "Does Master want me to participate?"

Fu Siqian squinted his eyes, and the orange light adorned Feng Tinghan's body, adding a touch of softness to his originally gorgeous appearance, like a ball of still fire, gently intruding into his eyes, leaving a faint warm color.

"I hope you can do it?" Fu Siqian deliberately teased him, "I also hope that you can build the foundation tomorrow, can you do it too?"

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, not to mention, he is really capable: "Master, you can make a wish and try."

Wisterias climbed all over the wooden frame of the small courtyard, and on the stone table stood a plant with snow-colored stamens, which was used in a jasper pot. Through the thin jade wall, you can see the fine powdery soil inside. Under the moonlight, the petals Gently shake, will not open.

Fu Siqian drank the wine in his glass, stared blankly at the flowers on the table, with an expression full of thoughts and nothing to say.

Yan Junxing snatched the wine bottle, and touched a couple of it distressedly: "I have stored this for three years, the fine wine, how can I afford you to drink it like this!"

"Didn't you tell Fu Yixu? Now you're bothering with me about wine, how shameless?" Fu Sigan slapped the wine glass on the table, "Full up!"

Yan Junxing's face darkened, and he sneered, "I told you to go to the mansion for a while, but I didn't tell you to use my good wine to drown your sorrows."

Fu Siqian sighed faintly: "Have you ever taught children?"

"There is no Taoist companion, where did you get a child?" Yan Junxing rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You are talking about your little apprentice, Feng Tinghan?"

Fu Siqian looked sad: "He seems to regard me as a father."

"Pfft." Yan Junxing took a sip of wine and spit it out, "You think too much, he is not blind, can he treat you as a father?"

Speaking as if he was unworthy, Fu Siqian rolled his eyes and remembered what Feng Tinghan had said before.

"Master, you can make a wish and try."

"As long as it is Master's wish, I will try my best to fulfill it."

"It was Master who saved me and gave me a home."

"The master is not someone else, the master is the elder."

……

Fu Sigan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was right, Feng Tinghan must have regarded him as his father.

Yan Junxing shook his fan and laughed, "How could you have such absurd idea."

"You haven't experienced it, you don't understand, one day is a teacher and life is a father, family love is a glass of wine, anyone will get drunk." Fu Siqian sighed quietly.

Yan Junxing filled him with wine: "What are you talking about, I think you are crazy to want to be someone's father."

"If I really think that way, I will definitely point it out directly." Fu Siqian spread his hands and said slowly, "I'm not as extravagant as you, and I can't beat around the bush."

Yan Junxing smiled gently: "It's not me who is beating around the bush now."

The moonlight is like flowing water, flowing quietly on the petals, and the brilliance gathers in the stamens, slowly condensing and forming, and a flower made of moonlight is born on the stamens.

Fu Siqian's face darkened: "What is your intention to approach me?"

"It's not an attempt. After you leave the customs, it is very different from before. I have a hunch that you will find interesting things after following you." Yan Junxing tapped the flowerpot with his fingers, "The name of this flower is 'Shesheng'. Food, with flowers and trees as a mirror, blooms for one night in a lifetime, when the moon and flowers are fully formed, outsiders replace it. I have been looking for it for a long time, and I am lucky to have it. Zhaoyuan, don’t you want to appreciate it?”

"It's strange for an outsider to replace it." Fu Siqian looked at the flower and asked with great interest, "So Changling Immortal found something interesting?"

Yan Junxing smiled slowly: "Many, such as you, such as Feng Tinghan."

Fu Siqian looked at the liquid in the glass for a long time, then said with a faint smile, "Yan Junxing, do you know why you have no friends?"

Yan Junxing: "?"

Fu Siqian: "Because you are too scheming and talk too much."

Yan Junxing: "..."

"Let me guess, you must think that my behavior is abnormal, but you can't find the reason." For some reason, Fu Siqian smiled softly, "Feng Tinghan happened to appear, and you can't deduce anything about him. matter, so he is regarded as a variable, right?"

Yan Junxing took a deep look at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Fu Siqian struck while the iron was hot, and asked, "So, why are you approaching me?"

Yan Junxing shook his head: "You don't believe me when I tell you, why waste your tongue?"

Fu Siqian: "You haven't tried it, how do you know if I will believe it?"

Yan Junxing: "No need to try, I have calculated."

Fu Siqian: "..."

Yan Junxing smiled suddenly: "Do you really believe it? I lied to you."

Fu Siqian: "..."

"I don't care why your temperament changed so much. I admire you now more than before." Yan Junxing poured two glasses of wine and continued, "I did deduce the matter of Feng Tinghan, Zhaoyuan, do you know , There are two types of deduction techniques, one is yin and the other is yang. Yin is the past and yang is the future. There are variables in anyone's future, and it is normal if they cannot be deduced. But the past is different. Everything that has passed must have traces. Ting Han is the only one whose past I can't see, he definitely has a problem."

Fu Siqian gave Yan Junxing a sympathetic look, not knowing how to tell him that it wasn't that Feng Tinghan had a problem, but that his deduction skills were no match for the protagonist's halo.

Yan Junxing couldn't laugh or cry: "You don't have to look at me like this. Maybe you know something that I don't know, but I'm sure you don't know everything. Let others sympathize with you."

Fu Siqian nodded: "Indeed, you don't deserve sympathy."

Yan Junxing: ...I really want to sew this mouth shut.

Fu Siqian stayed at Yan Junxing's until late at night, and when he returned to Suiyu Palace, Feng Tinghan had already fallen asleep, so he hid himself and sneaked into Feng Tinghan's room.

The conversation with Yan Junxing tonight still left traces in his heart after all. Fu Siqian asked himself that he was not someone who would be easily influenced, but every word Yan Junxing said seemed to mean something, whether it was giving up flowers or other things.

He still couldn't help but care about whether Feng Tinghan really had secrets that he didn't know about.

The moonlight came in from the window, and Fu Siqian looked at the people on the couch by the moonlight, and he turned and left after a long time.

The sleeping person woke up at some point, and there seemed to be infinite murderous intent hidden in his soft eyes.