Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

When the last cultivator finished his breakthrough, it had been five days since the arrival of Le Zhengcheng's notes. Fu Siqian was worried about throwing him here, and decided to take everyone to the capital without thinking for a few seconds. Someone is stationed in Xiaoyaomeng.

During this period, Fu Siqian arranged for someone to take Qi Shuyun to treat his injuries, and the practitioner recovered very quickly. When it was time to leave, Qi Shuyun was almost healed.

"What do you want from me?" Fu Siqian looked at the person standing in front of him with a slightly unhappy tone.

Qi Shuyun plucked up his courage, pouted his neck and said righteously: "Can you let Feng Tinghan go, and force yourself to be an apprentice just because you are a master, it is simply despised!"

Fu Siqian: "?"

Qi Shuyun solemnly said: "Even if you are an immortal, you can't rob civilian men by force. Now that everyone has misunderstood you, you can still rein in the precipice, but if you insist on going your own way, don't blame me for spreading this matter and let others see you." The real face!"

His face was filled with righteous indignation and he spoke with certainty, exuding a righteous temperament of defying power all over his body, Fu Siqian almost wanted to applaud, but the premise of the applause was that the person he warned was not himself.

Who the hell has unspoken rules for his apprentice? !

Fu Siqian has been in a bad mood for the past few days. I don't know what went wrong. Everyone suddenly became enthusiastic about Feng Tinghan. He also wanted to live in the same room to cultivate their relationship, but there are always people who don't have eyesight to destroy their world. , abducted his silly white sweet apprentice in the morning, and released him late at night.

He was upset, and others should not feel better about it, Fu Siqian gritted his teeth and thought to himself that you brought this to your door.

"I don't need you to care about my appearance?" Fu Siqian snorted coldly, "Meddling in other people's affairs all day long, are you full?"

Fu Sigan was slightly taller than Qi Shuyun, his eyelids were half downcast, and his eyes were leering: "Or, are you harboring ill intentions towards this deity?"

Qi Shuyun trembled all over, his face changed drastically, his eyes were full of rejection: I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense!

Originally, he just wanted to scare this person, but Fu Siqian suddenly smiled, his tone was gentle but his expression was very unfriendly: "It's not that you have something wrong with me. Could it be that you covet my disciple?"

"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" Qi Shuyun blushed and hurriedly denied.

Fu Siqian looked at Qi Shuyun's shifting and dodging eyes, and his heart sank. Although he was going to give Feng Tinghan time to accept it, it didn't mean he would tolerate someone poaching his corner under his nose. Feng Tinghan was already in his bowl. Don't try to steal it either.

He lowered his head and got closer, patted Qi Shuyun's head, and warned in a low voice: "It's best not to, stay away from him, if I find out that you have other thoughts about him, next time I won't use your hands." , but used Sanqiu to shoot."

After he finished speaking, he left in a huff, leaving Qi Shuyun stunned on the spot.

Damn Sanqiu pats the head, if you want to chop his head off with a sword, just say so!

Qi Shuyun suppressed the urge to yell, and warned himself not to tear his face apart, there are Jiangshui City and Zangjian Peak behind him, so he must not be arrogant.

Not far away, Feng Tinghan, who was just about to go back to his room, had dim eyes, remembered the scene he saw just now, and sneered, the two of them kissed together in broad daylight.

He remembered what Fu Siqian said before, at first he thought this person was special, but in the end he was just as disgusting, the world is dirty, lowly and shameless, it is extremely hypocritical.

Feng Tinghan turned his footsteps and went in the opposite direction. A few days ago, when he gave Yan Fang some spiritual power, his cultivation had recovered half of it by mistake. He didn't want to go back to his room before he fully recovered, lest he couldn't control himself Hit that guy.

As the evening approaches, the clouds between the flying boats are dyed with golden powder from the sun, spreading out across the sky like a fine brocade.

Feng Tinghan waved it away, the beauty of the world is bewitching, but unfortunately the human heart is extremely ugly, if it can be completely removed, it will be clean.

It was a long way to go to the capital, and apart from the first voice transmission from Le Zhengcheng saying that Yan Junxing had also gone, there was no news. In a sense, no news was considered good news.

However, Fu Siqian is not concerned about this matter now. The moon is shining in the sky, and Feng Tinghan has gone out in the morning and has not come back yet. Tell the little apprentice not to go out and run around all day. If it doesn't work, you have to set a door control time.

Fu Siqian took out the book from the storage bracelet, and flipped through it boredly. He thought that Feng Tinghan would come back soon, but unexpectedly, the middle of the night passed, and there was a faint light outside the window. It was daylight.

There was no way to deceive himself and others, he recognized the fact: Feng Tinghan didn't come back all night!

Fu Siqian's face was gloomy, because the book in his hand was crumpled because of too much force, and then "呱啦", the ignited flames engulfed the pages of the book, and the fire light illuminated his face, and there were heavy bloodshot eyes in his eyes .

Feng Tinghan was caught in the kitchen, before dawn, and the others were asleep, Fu Siqian killed him in the kitchen according to the instructions of the Heart and Soul Curse.

He didn't deliberately hide his figure, almost as soon as he reached the door, he met Feng Tinghan who raised his head, the latter seemed a little surprised, but immediately put on a decent smile: "Master, good morning. "

As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling face. Fu Siqian was full of anger and resentment, and he disappeared when he heard his voice. Feng Tinghan seemed to be in a good mood, and Fu Siqian knew very well that he didn't want to spoil his good mood.

"What are you doing here?"

Feng Tinghan put the chopped vegetables into the pot and said while stirring, "Make porridge."

There were still some ingredients on the chopping board. Fu Siqian took a closer look at the pot. He also cooks. He often cooks when he is not here, so he should put other ingredients in it now.

Fu Siqian's arms were stiff, and he tilted his head to look at the people beside him. There was a shadow at the end of his eyes, and the hidden blood became more and more obvious, making him look a little creepy.

"Why hide?"

Just now, he wanted to take the dishes on the chopping board, and stretched out his hand from Feng Tinghan's side, but just touched the corner of his clothes, the person next to him suddenly backed away, and the reaction was so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

Feng Tinghan pursed his lips and said calmly, "It's nothing."

How could it be nothing, Fu Siqian raised the corner of his lips, his voice was so soft that he could barely hear: "Afraid of me? Or are you afraid of being touched by me?"

"None." Feng Tinghan added this sentence in his heart because he thought it was dirty and disgusting, with an innocent smile, "Master, let's rest first, I still have to cook porridge."

Feng Tinghan looked at the pot next to him. After a while, the porridge was already boiling. From the beginning to the end, except for the first glance at each other, he never looked at Fu Siqian again.

There was a noise outside, it was not a good time to talk, Fu Siqian took a step back silently, watching Feng Tinghan carefully cook the porridge for someone.

The two of them didn't speak, and the silence was full of embarrassment. They had gotten along well these few days, but how could it suddenly become like this? The person he likes, so he is avoiding suspicion?

After Feng Tinghan turned off the fire, Fu Siqian couldn't bear it any longer. He left a word and left the kitchen as if fleeing.Not long after he confirmed his intention, he expected that Feng Tinghan would also like him, and not be forced by him, so Fu Siqian didn't have the courage to stay and see who the porridge was made for.

"Let's talk when we're done."

The voice was so obscure that it didn't seem like what he was saying, Feng Tinghan's heart trembled, and his hand holding the pot shook, the scorching hot porridge immediately scalded the back of his hand red.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Tinghan poured the remaining porridge into a bowl, and then dipped his hands in cold water. The burning pain in his hands made him wake up, as if he had returned to the time when he could not see the light.

Yes, he shouldn't have expected to have light in the first place.

He tempered his fingertips and sent out the sound transmission talisman. Yan Fangshi arrived in the capital last night and sent several messages one after another, one of which caught his attention.

Song Ruhuan had spread the news about the capital a long time ago, but she hadn't received any reply. She had noticed something, tracked it secretly, and found that her message had been intercepted, so she didn't dare to try again, for fear of revealing Feng Tinghan's identity.

Feng Tinghan's eyes showed murderous intent, he was busy with other things during this period, and forgot to find the people who plotted against him, so they had already got their hands on Song Ruhuan's subordinates.

Can't wait any longer.

The cook following Qi Shuyun was about to cook. Feng Tinghan threw down the bare daisy stalk in his hand, picked up the bowl of porridge decorated with petals, and walked out slowly. When he reached the door of the room, the petals on it had disappeared. Only a faint fragrance is left, which cannot be smelled clearly when mixed with rice fragrance.

Fu Siqian leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes and did not move. The clear light shone on his face, illuminating the shallow blue shadows under his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't had a good rest.

Feng Tinghan didn't speak, he sat quietly at the table with his chin on his hands, and glanced at the bed from the corner of his eye.

He was very sleepy after not sleeping all night, Fu Siqian leaned against the head of the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously. After squinting for a while, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.He wanted to open his eyes but didn't dare to do so, the familiar breath and footsteps made him hesitate, he wanted to ask why, but he was afraid of hearing what he didn't want to hear.

In the two lifetimes from inside the book to outside the book, it was the first time he fell in love with someone, and he didn't know how to face such a situation, he didn't want to let go of this person, and he didn't want to force this person.

The two had a tacit understanding, one pretended to sleep and the other waited, but in the end Fu Siqian couldn't help but speak first: "When did you come back?"

Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes in his heart, don't you know when he will be back?After pretending to be asleep for a long time, do you really think you are asleep?

"I just came back, did Master sleep well?"

Fu Siqian nodded, walked to the table pretending to be calm, thought for a while, and sat down opposite Feng Tinghan. The two of them happened to be across the table, and they couldn't touch each other unless they stretched out their hands.

"Is there a problem?"

"Didn't Master ask me to come back and talk?" Feng Tinghan looked up at him, seeing that the man opposite him couldn't speak, suddenly he felt a little better, and pushed the bowl by his side, "Master didn't eat, I'm hungry Bar?"

"I……"

Fu Siqian wanted to say that he had fasted his grains and didn't feel hungry, so he swallowed the words again, reached out to take the porridge, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and asked incessantly, "Has she eaten?"

Feng Tinghan didn't understand, so: "?"

"The person who asked you to cook the porridge, has she eaten it?" Fu Siqian asked softly with his head lowered.

The person in front of him almost buried his whole face in the bowl, Feng Tinghan smiled, and said intentionally: "He hasn't eaten yet, my cooking skills are not bad. Master, don't you want to try it?"

The porridge was very fragrant, but Fu Siqian didn't have any appetite, his thoughts were in a mess, and somehow he remembered what happened during the competition and the cup of tea that Xiao Nianyuan poured for him at that time.

It wasn't the tea that was poured for him, he wasn't interested in drinking it.

He couldn't eat the porridge that wasn't made for him.

Fu Siqian put down the spoon and said calmly, "It's better not to taste it."

A voice wrapped in a smile came, and Feng Tinghan almost lay down on the table before reaching out his hand in front of Fu Siqian: "I burned my hands to cook porridge for Master, is Master really unwilling to try it?"

Fu Siqian blinked, his brain crashed: "Did you make it up to me?"

"if not?"

Feng Tinghan wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fu Siqian grabbed it, and lightly touched the red and swollen place on the back of his hand with his cool fingertips. Fu Siqian lowered his head and blew on the spot, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

He didn't hear the answer, and the scene in the kitchen flashed in his mind, and Fu Siqian subconsciously let go of his hand.

Then, that hand withdrew from sight, and Fu Siqian's heart sank deeper and deeper, and he silently brought the porridge aside, at least the porridge was made for him.

The person who walked around from the other side of the table, with a faint inexplicable aroma, stretched out that hand in front of him, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts very much, Master blow it again."

The string in Fu Siqian's mind broke.

After blowing his hands and eating the porridge, Feng Tinghan said he wanted to sleep, but the two of them didn't talk about anything in the end. Fu Siqian thought about it and felt that he was hypocritical, so he didn't bring up the matter again, and only told Feng Tinghan not to be serious. Go out in the sky, and have time to practice hard, and the latter obediently agrees.

So Feng Tinghan began to meditate and practice in the room. Fu Siqian felt that he shouldn't be disturbed, so Feng Tinghan went straight to the capital for this practice. The two of them were in the same room and didn't say a word for a few days.

Fu Siqian looked at the person who got off the flying boat first, and couldn't help sighing heavily: I hate it!

They went directly to the resting place of the various sects. Without waiting for Fu Siqian to speak, Yan Junxing, who had arrived a few days earlier, poked his head out from upstairs and waved to him with a fan: "Zhaoyuan, long time no see."

Fu Siqian ignored him, remembering that this person had spread rumors in front of Le Zhengcheng before, and wanted to finish his greetings with the people from the various sects, and then settle accounts with Yan Junxing.

This place is not far from Xiaoyaomeng's residence, and the inn has been taken down by various sects. Hearing Yan Junxing's words, everyone who was originally upstairs came down to welcome him.

Ye Mingguang was injured, and when he saw everyone hurrying downstairs, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "A group of people who are stalking people are rushing up at this time, and the people who faced Xiaoyaomeng and Dynasty before were all so cowardly!" Like a quail."

"Following the flames, that is also the flames tending to the Wuji Mountain, and the momentum of the Wuji Mountain." Yan Junxing unfolded the carved cloud fan, looked at the painting on the fan, and smiled flatly, "One day they won't treat Wuji Mountain like this, I'm afraid you have to urgent."

Ye Mingguang said contemptuously, "I don't care what they do."

Yan Junxing smiled and said nothing.

After exchanging greetings, Fu Siqian went upstairs with Feng Tinghan, and returned all the cultivators to the leaders of their sect. Only then did he really feel relieved, finally relieved of the burden, and he could rest assured that he would leave them alone.

Feng Tinghan was very good at judging the situation, and after saying hello to Yan Junxing and Ye Mingguang, he left, leaving room for them to talk.

Yan Jun didn't speak any jargon, and faced Fu Siqian's head-on attack, hurriedly ran around the room, hiding behind the wounded Ye Mingguang, begging for mercy: "Zhaoyuan stop! I'm wrong !"

Fu Sigan's face was frosty: "Where did you go wrong?"

Yan Junxing's eyes fluttered, and he said tentatively: "Shouldn't I lie to you and give you all the handkerchiefs that others gave me?"

"Yan Jun Xing!" Fu Siqian took out a large handkerchief from the storage bracelet, gritted his teeth and smiled sullenly, "Okay, I wonder why someone would convulse and give me this thing, so it's your fault !"

"You don't know?" Yan Junxing also realized at this time that he had slipped his mouth, and silently hid back, "I admit my mistake, at worst, you give me back the handkerchief."

Ye Mingguang turned his head and glanced at the person hiding behind him, and couldn't help spitting: "Bah, you have to be ashamed of Yan Junxing for lying to others!"

Fu Siqian said viciously: "Tell me, what have you done without telling me, and explain everything to me clearly, otherwise this matter will never end."

"I do not--"

Fu Siqian summoned Sanqiu, Yan Junxing changed his voice, and said honestly: "You shouldn't tell the nuns that you like to be chased, you shouldn't draw and sell your clothes, you shouldn't tell brother Lezheng that you want to find a Taoist companion , shouldn't..."

Good guy, it's more than one or two. Fu Siqian's face darkened as he heard this, and he tried his best to control himself not to strike with his sword.

After a while, Yan Junxing finally stopped, and Fu Siqian asked coldly, "Is it finished?"

Yan Junxing smiled awkwardly, and pointed to the teacup on the table: "Can I drink some water before continuing?"

Fu Siqian: "..."

Ye Mingguang: "Pfft."

Forget it, what kind of tolerance, just kill this thing with a sword.

Fu Siqian slowly raised his hand, the blade brushed against Yan Junxing, and rushed straight to the window behind him, crushing a small bead into powder.

Ye Mingguang's expression froze, and he threw an attack out of the window: "What kind of skill is it to hurt people secretly, you still don't get out!"

The feminine voice was unhurried, and came from downstairs: "If you don't want to be burned to death by me, you should come out of the building quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless arrows shot into the building, and the arrows with red tail feathers were like birds overwhelming the sky, piercing into the wall and starting to burn.

Fu Siqian cut through the rain of arrows outside the window with a sword, and looked at the man sitting leisurely downstairs, his face turned cold.

The cultivators in the house withdrew when they heard the commotion. The fire was not an ordinary fire. The inn burned into a whole red light curtain in a short time. .

The man wearing the green gauze hat was leaning on the grand teacher's chair, slowly playing with the bead string on his wrist, took a sip from the cup handed to him by the side, then raised his hand and sent it forward, and said with a smile: "It's an honor." To see everyone who is alive, I am Qiuqing."