Trash Beauty Counterattack Guide [Quick Transmigration]

The thin curtain fluttered gently with the wind blowing in from the window, revealing the two figures in the room half-hidden.

The mist was dense, blurring the young man's face, and his eyelashes were stained with water vapor, making them black and shiny.

The decoction is clear, the water layer is from top to bottom, the lush green gradually becomes emerald green, and the bitter medicinal smell permeates the whole room.

Xiao Qingshan took a sip of the medicine and frowned slightly.

What other words can be used to describe it besides being unpalatable?

The pharmacists of Qiancao Palace have tried their best to discard those medicinal materials with strong taste, but the king's medicine is the one who suffers to the end, no matter how much the remaining ministers and assistants make the medicine flowers, they will just turn the particularly bad taste into bad taste.

The wolf cub stood up, pressed his paws on his master's thigh, and twitched his pink nose to sniff the porcelain bowl with a white background.

Inhaling the smell of herbs, it sneezed immediately, its ice blue eyes widened, as if it couldn't believe there was such an unpleasant smell in the world.

Ye Yi gave a low laugh, took a piece of soufflé from the sweets and fruits piled up on the table, and handed it to Xiao Qingshan.

Xiao Qingshan opened his mouth, grabbed the snow-white pastry mixed with nuts in his mouth, closed his white teeth, and bit down half.

The so-called meal comes to open your mouth.

After coming to Tiangang City, his ability to take care of himself has fallen off a cliff.

Pushing away the wolf's claws that kept pulling the porcelain bowl to smash it into scum, Xiao Qingshan put the bowl on the table.

According to Mrs. Yu, he was congenitally deficient and physically weak.

Others were soaked in sugar jars, and he was choked up in medicine jars.

And since he can remember, he has to drink a bowl of medicine every three days.

He didn't know the prescription, so he had his own decocting boy to take care of these for him, and from time to time he would say good news to him: "The elder came back from his travels, and he is concerned about you, so he specially sent you a piece of Beast King Ginseng."

He was ignorant, he just felt that too much money was spent on him, Madam Yu must also like him, those disgusted looks and severe reprimands were just a disguise for her inability to express goodwill.

Only later did he know that Mrs. Yu is only generous to two kinds of people, one is a lover, and the other is an enemy.

The enemy is still listed in her family tree under her name, but her husband committed suicide after all. No matter how complicated the cause and effect are, she can't kill a newborn baby with a sword.

Madam Yu couldn't avenge her revenge, she was almost driven crazy, and for a while she wanted to give up her fairy demeanor and use southern Xinjiang witchcraft to kill villains.

Just such an act of venting, after being discovered by Shen Gu, she was even scolded.

I don't know when the formula of the medicine changed, maybe it wasn't a tonic from the beginning.

He has been lethargic and chilly, delicately in a state of balance between being about to burp and being alive.

According to Madam Yu's calculations, Xiao Qingshan can normally live to be a hundred years old, and be a long-lived person among mortals and a short-lived ghost among monks.

Unfortunately, the emergence of the system disrupted her plan.

He began to quietly pour the medicine into the potted plants, and the potted plants grew more and more fangs and claws. It can be seen that the medicine is really a great tonic for the plants. Xiao Qingshan named it "Jinkela" based on his vague memory.

After stopping the medicine, he suffered from a serious illness, but after he recovered, his body showed signs of improvement, and he could vaguely feel the ethereal aura between heaven and earth.

But the cold poison enters the body, and it is difficult to cure it. Except for summer, he wraps himself up tightly all year round. The small heater is a treasure that must be kept in the sleeves of Qiankunyun.

And when he practiced at night, there was still something blocking his dantian, preventing the spiritual energy from entering.

If there was no result, he simply stopped practicing.

And the new medicine Ye Yi prepared for him was to break the shackles on his dantian.

Xiao Qingshan once asked for a prescription, and after asking the pharmacist of Qiancao Temple to prove the meaning of the countless circles that looked similar, he felt for the first time that he was simply a disaster for the country and the people.

It is a crime to drink up a small sect's income for a year with one sip of medicine.

But it may be that his ideological consciousness is not high enough. Not only is he not ashamed, but he is also very happy.

It's just that the medicine is really hard to drink.

The light sweetness spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the crunchy and fragrant crushed nuts dispel the bitterness of the medicinal soup.

Ye Yi combed his black hair, running his hands through the smooth strands: "Qiancaodian said that the pill will be ready in three days, and you won't need to drink this stuff by then."

Xiao Qingshan said "En", stroked the cub's hand for a while, he licked the wolf, Ye Yi licked him (hair)?

He moved aside, and the black hair slipped out of Ye Yi's hands.

Ye Yi looked at the empty palm depressedly, and the young man squinted at him with a touch of breathtaking red at the end of his eyes.

He propped one hand on the table, and the gold pattern in his clothes poured down with the movement of getting up.

The wolf cub raised his eyes, then lay down sleepily again, his pointed ears folded down.

Ye Yi pinched Xiao Qingshan's chin, blocked his rosy and soft lips, pried open his lips and teeth, and penetrated deeper.

He obviously felt that Xiao Qingshan's breathing became short of breath.

The young man closed his eyes halfway, his trembling eyelashes were like the vibrating wings of a butterfly, and the man who invaded him was reflected in his misty pupils.

Ye Yi suddenly remembered the first time he met Xiao Qingshan.

At that time, during the flower-folding banquet, a certain "righteous way" monk who didn't know how much he weighed heavily provocatively provoked him.

Ye Yi abolished the man's Zi Mansion with a single blow, laughing recklessly in the eyes of all the horrified and resentful eyes.

Then he saw Xiaoqingshan.

Ye Yi had noticed him a long time ago, he was more beautiful than the flowers at the flower folding banquet.

It's a pity that after a few days of observation, he is beautiful but lifeless, his pair of peach blossom eyes are only form but colorless, and even the eye tails formed by the strokes are extremely bleak.

Ye Yi looked at him twice, then felt bored, and stopped paying attention to him.

But at this time, perhaps the knife in Ye Yi's hand cast light, and there was light in Kong Ming's eyes, a stream of misty rain fell, soaking through the black eyelashes, a little rouge wiped away from the corners of the eyes, charming very.

Ye Yi's heart trembled suddenly, and in the next second, he picked out a flower with the tip of the bloody knife.

The flowers are bright red, and the petals are layered on top of each other, but they are closed implicitly, ready to bloom.

Like laughing green hills.

"then."

The tip of the snow-white knife picks up the red flowers, the green calyx is lining it, and there is a slender section of tender green branches, which is the most fragile and easy to break.

Ye Yi stood in front of him, a knife's distance away from him, smiling at the green mountain facing the glow of the sky, and his eyes were full of golden trees.

Everyone around showed fear, and some people who watched the show cast teasing glances.

Xiao Qingshan stretched out his hand, under the white cloud sleeves was a pair of pale hands, warmed by Hongxia.

He took the branch of flower, holding the delicate branch in his hand, the shadow of the flower shaking on the back of his hand.

He asked: "I took this flower, you can compare swords with me..."

Realizing that Ye Yi was holding a knife, he changed the phrase: "Competing with a knife?"

That was the first time Ye Yi saw this beauty speak actively.

As a powerful person, he can hear all the troubles and grasses in a radius of ten thousand miles. Even if he doesn't want to listen to those people's communication, he will inevitably lock everything into a box. There is only a difference between listening carefully and listening casually.

So he also knows that Xiao Qingshan is reticent, and never speaks except to reply to others.

It's fine if you don't speak, but when you speak, it's amazing.

Ye Yi evoked a playful smile: "You want to compete with me?"

Xiao Qingshan nodded: "En."

He raised Xiao Qingshan's jaw with a knife, the sharp knife may leave a wound on that delicate skin at any time.

The lower jaw is slightly raised, and the line connecting the neck is extremely beautiful, and further down is the tightly covered collar, which cuts off the porcelain white skin and half of the thin collarbone that is intriguing.

As the tip of the knife came down, he vaguely felt an impulse that made his blood rush, as if what touched the skin was not his knife, but his hand.

The skin is soft and fair, like a piece of snow-white cheese, sweet and greasy water can be squeezed out with a handful.

The tip of the knife slid across the protruding Adam's apple, and finally stopped on the collar. His wrist turned over with an almost imperceptible swing, and a small opening was opened in the brocade, revealing a trace of bright white.

He couldn't go on.

A trace of blood flowed down the blade of his knife, and the thin hand held the knife, not letting it pick up the collar.

Ye Yi raised his eyebrows, the beauty's expression remained unchanged.

Does he not hurt?

"Okay." Ye Yi said, "I will compare with you."

Xiao Qingshan let go of his hand, leaving a scar on his palm, blood red and dazzling.

"Wait!"

A voice came, and Ye Yi's black eyes moved, staring at the young man beside Xiao Qingshan.

his brother?

Yu Minghan said: "My younger brother doesn't know how to be polite, and offended City Lord Ye, I hope that Lord Ye will not remember the villain's faults, so don't argue with him!"

Ye Yi drooped his eyelids, and there was an impatient look in his eyes: "Careful? What do I care about, I like him very much."

Yu Minghan shook his hands, misunderstood Ye Yi's meaning, thinking that he was angered by the provocation of the younger generation, and said anxiously: "My brother does not know how to use swordsmanship, and he is also dull in cultivation. Wouldn't he be wasting his time competing?"

Ye Yidao: "Whether Lang Lang wastes time is decided by me and him. My brother is called Xiao Qingshan, right? I am also willing to do what he asked on his own initiative. So what does all this have to do with you?"

Yu Minghan wanted to say again: "But..."

Ye Yi slid his finger across the blade as thin as cicada's wings, and said indifferently: "Or do you want to compete with me too? It just so happens that I am in a good mood, so it doesn't matter to play with you more. When I am unhappy, I will break the fold." Flower Banquet, if you think about it, you must be prepared to die first."

A few hands wrapped around Yu Minghan's arm, and the other disciples of Guiyuan Jianzong persuaded in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't set yourself on fire."

Shen Gu is the one with the highest cultivation in the Sword Sect, and he didn't stop Ye Yi, he just squinted his eyes and stroked his long white beard: "If so, I hope City Lord Ye will be merciful."

Ye Yi sneered in his heart, what a decent family, the same family is in danger, and he dare not even resist.

The sword fell to the ground and collided with the ground, making a crisp sound of gold and stone.

The whole process takes less than a second.

Ye Yi casually held the knife, thinking, his sword skills are really terrible.

This defeat can't be considered tragic, it's just a farce, Guiyuan Sword Sect is silent, but other immortal sects have gloating people.

As soon as the man laughed, a bloodstain appeared on his neck, and his head was gone in an instant.

Ye Yi said coldly: "Is this contest just to make you laugh?"

silence.

No one dared to speak anymore, and even the breathing rate slowed down, for fear of offending the devil and losing their lives.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the ground sounded, followed by Xiao Qingshan's voice.

"Can I do it again?" he asked.

Ye Yi stared at him silently, with dark currents in his eyes and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Yi's eyes are deep black, bottomless and unpredictable, which also makes his handsome face have a chill, especially when it seems to be a smile that is not a smile.

Not to mention a mortal with no cultivation level, even a subordinate with a high cultivation level in Tiangang City who has been face to face with Ye Yi all year round. Seeing his expression, he would be terrified and sweat profusely, but Xiao Qingshan just looked back quietly, There was no trace of fear in the eyes, they were still as transparent as water.

"Okay." Ye Yi replied.

In the Flower Folding Banquet, there was only the sound of the clashing of swords and swords. The sword light fell, and the sword fell to the ground again and again, and was picked up again and again.

Everyone just stared numbly at the scene that was not considered a contest at all, but later on, they discovered that the time between the two of them was getting longer and longer.

It was by no means that Ye Yi let the water go on purpose. Although he suppressed his cultivation and only fought against Xiaoqingshan with simple sword skills, how could a mortal with a dull aptitude be able to resist that sword skill that had been honed over thousands of years.

But the fact is so bizarre, after the sword in his hand was blown away countless times in one fell swoop, Xiao Qingshan was gradually able to take one strike from him, then two strikes, three strikes...

The improvement of the way of the sword is at least measured in ten years, but in just a few hours, this young man who couldn't even hold the sword steadily mastered the sword technique at an astonishing speed.

That doesn't belong to any set of swordsmanship, stumbling and unsystematic, but it's a swordsmanship he figured out by himself!

Could it be that this mediocre talent is actually a dusty pearl with restrained light? !

Shen Gu stroked his beard with a smile, a pair of small eyes hidden in the folds of his aged skin were full of gleaming light.

Everyone held their breath and were about to watch Xiaoqingshan's situation carefully, but they saw the young man picked up the sword, and when he got up, the sword fell from his fingertips.

The young man went to pick up the sword again, but failed to hold the hilt tightly several times.

Only then did they realize that the young man's arms were trembling hidden in the wide sleeves!

Even a monk with a very high level of fighting with Ye Yi for so long should be physically exhausted, but the young man insisted on fighting with his flesh and blood.

And every time the competition was initiated by himself, Ye Yi just accepted it silently!

At this time, everyone didn't know how to evaluate the young man in front of him. He was stupid, foolish, ignorant, and crazy.

This weak willow Fufeng, who has kept his duty for more than 20 years, is a lunatic who can't lose to Ye Yi in a fight!

Xiao Qingshan was panting, unable to control the trembling of his arms—not just his hands, but all the muscles in his whole body were screaming from excessive use, and even the picture in front of him was covered with a layer of dark fog.

Reason told him he should stop, but a voice in his head told him to hold on a little longer.

Just a little longer, and he'll be able to—

There is an extra touch of roughness on the lips.

He shivered, his vision cleared up, and the man's face was extremely clear.

Ye Yi clasped his chin, and rubbed his thumb ambiguously against his moist lower lip, making that lip even more red and beautiful.

That action could be called disrespectful, Xiao Qingshan was restless, red with embarrassment appeared on his fair face, and opened Ye Yi's hand with a slap.

Of course Ye Yi could dodge the palm, but he didn't dodge, and let him hit him.

It was pretty hard.

Ye Yi glanced at his opened hand, and said with a smile: "This fairy, I will not compete with someone who can't even hold a sword."

Ye Yi is not very old, but his cultivation base is the highest in the cultivation world. He usually only calls other people Daoyou, and when he is upset, he calls everyone Xiaoyou. Before that, no one in Jianghu could afford him "Fairy long".

His words "Immortal Elder" can be said to have a profound meaning - everyone only thought he was mocking and laughing at Qingshan, only the two parties involved knew that there was a hidden meaning of begging for mercy in those words.

Ye Yi took the initiative to take a step back and let him go down the steps.

Xiao Qingshan frowned, sweat dripped from his forehead, black hair stuck to his fair face and neck.

He said, "But I..."

His voice was panting, hoarse and thought-provoking, Ye Yi's throat rolled up and down, and when he stretched out his hand, a jade hairpin was held in his hand.

Xiao Qingshan's green hair hangs down like a waterfall, his eyes widen slightly, like a cat that has been robbed, slightly displeased.

He went to snatch the jade hairpin, and said coldly: "Give it back to me!"

Ye Yi chuckled twice, escaped from his snatch, flew to the corner of the dangerous building, and his voice spread like a bell to every corner of the Flower Folding Banquet:

"If you want to get it back, come to Tiangang City and find me."

Xiao Qingshan looked at the person who was as light as a flying swallow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, his eyes were shining brightly by the sky.

Suddenly, a pain came into his mind, his pupils shrank, and he covered his forehead.

"Junior brother! Are you okay!" Yu Minghan walked to him and pressed his shoulder.

Xiao Qingshan turned his head, still had affectionate eyes, but lost his spirit.

"Why are you in a daze!"

A burst of pain came, and Ye Yi blinked, only to find that Xiao Qingshan was pinching his face when he came back to his senses.

Xiao Qingshan frowned, the mist in his eyes had receded long ago, leaving only shameful anger.

These days Ye Yiduo has been intimate with him, although Xiao Qingshan never refuses, but he is very thin-skinned and rarely responds proactively.

Today, he made up his mind to cater to Ye Yi without courtesy, righteousness and shame. Unexpectedly, he catered to Ye Yi for a long time, but the man didn't respond, but he seemed anxious...

Ye Yi obviously kissed her first...

There is no reason to go away when you are kissing!

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Yi figured out the reason. Seeing that his whole body was flushed with shame from his neck to his ears, his heart was full of love.

"I was wrong, you need to get to the point again." Ye Yi spoke inarticulately.

Xiao Qingshan let go of his hand, turned his head away to ignore him, a section of pink auricle was exposed in the dark black hair.

Ye Yi licked his lower lip, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Are you angry?"

Xiao Qingshan sneered: "Go away."

Ye Yi sighed, "Sure enough, I'm angry."

Ye Yi looked at his profile, his long eyelashes curled up in a perfect arc, like the edge of a half moon.

A shadow was cast, Xiao Qingshan raised his eyelids, the man was against the light, his eyes were dim.

His hand was getting closer and closer to him, and when he was about to touch Xiao Qingshan's face, he moved it down.

There was only a sound of "Wow", and the four claws of the wolf cub kicked back and forth in the air.

Seeing Ye Yi throwing the little wolf cub aside, Qingshan smiled and said angrily: "What are you doing?!"

With a heavy leg, Ye Yi knelt on one knee, resting his head on his knee, looking up at him from below.

From the direction of Xiaoqingshan, the man lowered his eyebrows and his eyes were pleasing to the eye, his eyes were obviously begging for mercy, and the deep and stern outline also brought a bit of childishness, which seemed to be coquettish.

"Wow..." The man imitated the cry of the little wolf cub and called out in a low voice.

The little wolf cub did something wrong, and that's how he asked his master to forgive him.

Xiao Qingshan's face turned red, his head almost exploded.

"Get up!" He blushed and pushed Ye Yi.

Ye Yi's black eyes were full of water, and he begged in a low voice: "Forgive me first."

"You!" Xiao Qingshan was anxious, pointed at Ye Yi's nose, but was shaken by his innocent eyes, put down his hand helplessly, and patted his head, "Forgive you, get up..."

Ye Yi confirmed: "Really?"

Xiao Qingshan said angrily: "Don't push yourself too hard, get out of here!"

Ye Yi smiled and stood up, picked up a strand of his long hair and played with it in his hand: "I know Qingqing doesn't want me to suffer..."

Xiao Qingshan was so angry that he lost his temper, just closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "From now on, you can't do that again!"

Ye Yi smiled and said: "I know, if I do this again in the future, you can punish me to sleep in the study."

Xiao Qingshan choked up for a moment, and asked back: "...doesn't your sleep be the same everywhere?"

Ye Yi's eyes darkened, and he bent down, almost face to face with him: "Do you know what's different?"

Xiao Qingshan avoids him: "Don't listen, shut up."

The man's low-pitched laughter came, Xiao Qingshan shook, and stopped his messy hands: "Don't..."

Ye Yi kissed his earlobe, said something in a low voice, Xiao Qingshan trembled all over, and cursed: "I didn't!"

His hands clenched the man's black robe, and the gold patterns on it rippled.

The little wolf cub let out a low "ow", seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he looked for another soft place and fell asleep on it.