Trash Beauty Counterattack Guide [Quick Transmigration]

In the deepest part of the sea of ​​darkness, there is a "golden mountain".

It breathed and undulated slowly as if it was alive, and when it sensed the intruder, the thousands of "gold coins" piled up suddenly split in half from the middle, revealing countless pupils.

The monks never imagined that the Dao of Heaven, which they have always worshiped, survived in such an ugly manner.

The Dao of Heaven is supposed to be just a program that operates according to the rules. During the hundreds of millions of years from the beginning of the primordial realm, it was accidentally invaded by the hostility of the world, giving birth to endless desires.

However, there is only desire, but no humanity, no different from a demon.

If it hadn't been trapped at the edge of the sea of ​​darkness and unable to produce entities, it would have covered the sky with its ten fingers and manipulated everything like a doll.

Then it figured out a way.

Tianhuo quenched the divine sword, using the body of the demigod as an introduction, attached to his own spiritual consciousness, slowly eroded the will of the divine sword, and finally Li Daitao stiffened.

Unexpectedly, the swordsmith caught a glimpse of the secret at the last step, exhausted all his cultivation, sealed the five senses and seven apertures of the divine sword, and at the same time fell due to offending the heaven.

It lurked aggrievedly in the sea of ​​darkness, waiting for the remaining aura of the swordsmith to dissipate.

Just when it felt that the time was approaching, Ye Yi's shocking knife at the Flower Folding Banquet shocked Xiaoqingshan's sealed sword heart, and the pursuit of love and affection for hundreds of years opened his love aperture again.

Tiandao was so angry that he could only take advantage of Ye Yi's stepping through the void to go to other worlds, descend to the world, and order the believers to teach Xiaoqingshan the ruthless way.

The series of things that happened afterwards were very in line with its wishes. After Xiaoqingshan left Tiangang City, Ye Yiku sat in Taixi Palace for three months and went crazy.

Now it had even more reason to kill him.

As early as a hundred years ago, Tiandao sensed Ye Yi's threat.

Talented and intelligent, self-generated celestial bones, he formed alchemy, and in less than a hundred years he has reached the realm of Yuanying. Although his cultivation path has ups and downs, there is no bottleneck.

In the past, it was a "program" without emotion, and it would have nothing to say in its heart, but now that it has understood what jealousy and fear are, how can it tolerate a human being to share the world with it? !

It smashed the Tiangang City with profound thunder, and then led the miasma of the underworld into the city. The monks in the city who had no distracting thoughts except the altar fell into the devil's way.

Tianlei sent punishment, Ye Yi still sticks to Tiangang City, and is regarded as a demon by the righteous people. At this time, Xiao Qingshan, who cultivated the ruthless way and broke through the decline of the Taoist heart, has been reborn as the righteous sword master.

Xiaoqingshan, with a ruthless heart and no self-awareness, is just a sword that can split the sky and the sea.

When Xiao Qingshan killed Ye Yi and there was no possibility of reopening the love aperture, it could easily replace him.

The sound of Qingming resounded through the bottom of the sea, and the aura surged like waves, and the black clothes and white robes intertwined into one piece.

The long sword attacked fiercely, turned into a magnolia flower shadow, and directly attacked Ye Yi's death point.

The silver sword's light is sharp, but it contains the meaning of pulling a thousand catties. It is tough but soft, and it does not hurt anyone severely.

The two are similar in strength, one goes all out without mercy, while the other only defends but does not attack, only retreats and does not advance.

Ye Yixiu's way of killing life, the knife is fierce, blood will be seen when he strikes, but at this time he is restrained everywhere, unable to use it, and soon there are several cracks on the black clothes, blood oozes from the wound, and the smell of iron rust diffuses.

Xiao Qingshan could have seized the opportunity to kill Ye Yi, but his mind was restless, and his attack became more and more slow.

He frowned, and there was a trace of confusion in his plain tone: "You and I are mortal enemies, why didn't you make a move?"

Ye Yi smiled helplessly, then sighed: "Little fool..."

He only felt a sense of sourness overflowing from the tip of his heart, as if his heart was tightly held by someone's hands, but immediately, the feeling was like a veil, blurred.

The two were at a stalemate, but Tiandao was not in a hurry, his golden eyes rolled up, looking at the illusory clouds and mists through the blue sea water, waiting for the stars to line up in the vast universe above the Nine Heavens.

The time is approaching.

In the dark sea of ​​darkness, a little silver light shines down, and only the power of the heavens can penetrate the black miasma wrapped outside.

The seven stars moved slowly, and there was a faint evil in the starlight——

Seven star lore array.

The knife and the sword kept colliding and blocking, but the condensed sword energy gradually weakened, reflecting the master's hesitation.

Ye Yi's face was calm, and he used defense as an offense, but it overwhelmed Xiao Qingshan's sword energy and vaguely gained the upper hand.

"Come back to Tiangang City with me, and we'll be the same as before...or whatever you like."

Ye Yi's voice was hoarse, his black eyes turned red, and he quickly suppressed him.

Xiao Qingshan avoided answering, but a light flashed in his empty eyes.

And that light was instantly swallowed by darkness——

"kill him."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the familiar voice said this, boundless resentment tore him down to the endless hell, killing intent rose up, and swallowed Xiaoqingshan's altar.

In an instant, the originally slow sword was as fast as lightning.

The water in the eyes froze into ice.

The long sword pierced through Ye Yi's dantian, the golden core shattered, and the Zifu collapsed. Ye Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood, which made his skin paler.

The feeling of piercing flesh and blood was transmitted to Xiao Qingshan's hand through the cold sword body, and then transmitted to his heart along the arm.

Xiao Qingshan's whole body trembled, almost dropping the sword in his hand.

Silver Lang fell to the ground.

Ye Yi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but blood dripped from his mouth first.

He took a step forward, allowing the ruthless sword to penetrate deeper into his body, tearing apart his flesh and veins.

The man's hand gently stroked his cheek, and there was indescribable tenderness in his black eyes.

"I...cough...I brought you a gift in return." Ye Yi said with a wry smile, the blood red was dazzling, "When I married you, I gave you all vulgar things, not worthy of you... Later, you still Forge a sword for me, I feel even more like a layman..."

Xiao Qingshan stared at him blankly, his eyes filled with bewilderment and bewilderment.

Three picture scrolls fell from Ye Yi's cloud sleeves, and when they were unfolded, they were of different colors, a world different from that of the cultivation world.

"I saw that when you were casting swords, you always looked out of the window. You must not like being locked in one place. I have traveled to many worlds, and I am too dazzled to know what to give you, so I carved three small worlds." I want to give it to you, but after returning...you have returned to Jianzong..."

The blood from the wound continued to soak into the black robe, he had difficulty breathing, his eyes gradually lost their luster, but there was still the reflection of Xiao Qingshan at a loss.

"Qingqing, I..."

Before he could finish the last sentence, Ye Yi's body fell forward feebly.

Xiao Qingshan subconsciously caught him, and put his arms around his broad shoulders—for countless days and nights, he had leaned on this man's shoulders, and accompanied him to watch the spring flowers, autumn moon, summer clouds and winter snow in Tiangang City.

In a daze, Xiao Qingshan recalled the days with him.

After the flower-folding banquet, when they met again, Ye Yi was extremely rude and pinned a flower to his ear.

"Master Laughing Immortal, I said that if you want to return Yuhan, you can come to Tiangang City to find me in person. Why, do you want me to return it to you?"

"I've heard that there is a small-character ceremony in Jiuzhongtianxia, ​​and the immortal elder has no relatives or friends, so it's better for me to take it on my behalf... What does the immortal elder think, Qingqing?"

"Do you like the flowers I sent you? ... If you don't like them, why did you take them in the first place?"

In the coldest winter, knowing that he was afraid of the cold, he personally put on a fur cloak for him, and held his hand tightly, the palm of which was hot.

"Is the snow so fun... My hands are red from the cold, I will cover you for you."

"Your body and bones are too weak. I am afraid that you are the first person in Tiangang City to be infected with the wind and cold. I have already set up a formation in Taixi Palace, and you can walk in the palace barefoot in the future."

After the registration ceremony, he got drunk, hugged him and lay on the bed, and bit his earlobe.

"Qingqing, do you know what union is? From now on, you will be my Taoist companion. The two of us are together and will never be separated."

When faced with his unreasonable demands, Ye Yi threw away the pile of official documents and dragged him to the Kunlun Mountains without saying a word.

"Want to make a sword? All right, I'll find you materials...anything? No, of course I'll find you the best."

After fighting Zhengdao, he would occasionally feel a little depressed, hugging him from behind, his tone full of self-doubt.

"Qingqing, Guiyuan Sword Sect and the others are here. Funny! When I married you, they didn't fart. Now they say that I forced you to marry me...Qingqing, did you do it voluntarily?"

After seeing the forged sword, he had a look of disbelief.

"The sword is cast and given to me? I use a knife... no, I can use a sword. What is this sword called, 'This is a sword'? Uh, no, it's a very good name, better than Yinlang A hundred times……"

And that kiss on his forehead when he left.

"Qingqing, I'll go get you a gift, I may come back later, you stay at home and wait for me obediently."

Xiao Qingshan hugged Ye Yi and did not move for a long time.

The silver starlight slanted in, and there was a hosta pinned to his black hair, which was the one that Ye Yi snatched away at the flower-folding feast.

The blood on the man's body could not be seen in the black robe, but it stained his plain white shirt blood red.

"This is a sword" silently pierced into the man's flesh and blood, unconsciously.

It is a mortal sword, even if it is made of the most precious fairy stone in the world, it still has no human feelings.

Suddenly, a drop of moisture fell on its sword body, followed by a second drop, and a third drop.

Drops of water penetrated into its sword heart like melted snow.

The sword suddenly came to life.

……

"... Qingqing!"

"Qingqing!"

In the groggy state, Ye Yi's voice sounded.

Xiao Qingshan seemed to be struggling to wake up from the suffocating deep sea, and Ye Yi's anxious face came into view.

"Ayi..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

The rough fingertips brushed the corners of his eyes, and the cool touch spread, and he realized that he had already burst into tears.

Ye Yi wiped away his tears, and frowned: "A nightmare? Strange, Qiu Yuexiang should be sleeping peacefully, how could..."

Before he finished speaking, a soft body threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"What's the matter?" Ye Yi asked, a big palm slid down his trembling back, gently comforting him.

Xiao Qingshan shook his head, stroked his back with his palm, his muscles were warm and elastic, it was a living body.

"Big fool." He was silent for a while, then suddenly cursed, with tears in his throat, "Why didn't you tell me anything? It's fun to keep me in the dark?"

Ye Yi froze and asked, "Do you remember?"

Xiao Qingshan let out a "hmm", and put his face against his shoulder greedily, feeling his body temperature.

Ye Yi touched his nose, smiled wryly and said, "I originally wanted to solve everything by myself, but I didn't expect to show you a big joke."

Xiao Qingshan frowned: "I forbid you to say that."

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'm crying like a little cat." He teased.

"..."

Xiao Qingshan pushed him away, the corners of his eyes were red, and there was misty rain in his eyes.

There was still some time before dawn, and the moon was shining brightly outside the window, Xiao Qingshan lowered his eyes, pressed Ye Yi's shoulders, and led him down on the soft bed.

"Why, molested me?" Ye Yi picked up a strand of black hair, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and smiled wantonly.

Xiao Qingshan remained silent, wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, two blush appeared on his fair cheeks.

He leaned down, like a deer licking water, put his lips on Ye Yi's, and kissed him delicately.

Ye Yi let him take the dominant position, and as the lust grew stronger, the kiss turned from cautious to stormy.

The bodies of the two people are getting closer and closer, rubbing and squeezing each other.

Ye Yi's hand on his waist also gradually slid down.

The little wolf cub was resting under the bed, and when he heard a low moan, he was startled suddenly, his ice-blue eyes stared into a circle, his ears pricked up, and then drooped sleepily, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Without him, get used to it.

The bed creaked, the curtains were hazy, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread in the room.

After some cloud and rain, the two hair entangled.

Xiao Qingshan's complexion was flushed, and there was a touch of carmine red at the end of his eyes.

Under the palm, the man's heartbeat is transmitted through the chest, calm and reassuring.

"My origin is in the Sword Tomb..."

Xiao Qingshan said, the ending sound also carried a faint wave of emotion.

"En..." Ye Yi was very satisfied, and kissed him absent-mindedly, "I will welcome 'you' back some other day."

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

This place is a dream woven by the Dao of Heaven. It must wait for a certain moment to collapse and disintegrate, and everything will come to an end.

……

It was three poles high in the sun, birds were singing outside the window, and the light and shadow were vivid.

The little wolf cub jumped onto the bed, and was thrown off by the back of the neck.

It turned its head aggrievedly, barked twice, and scratched the door frame with its paws, making a rustling sound.

The man waved his hand, a gust of wind blew, and the door opened to both sides.

The wind and snow were brought in, fell on the ground, and turned into crystal clear water.

The little wolf cub ran out with a patter, its tail wagging non-stop, and its paws made several plum blossom marks in the snow.

With a "snap", the door automatically closed inward again.

Sitting on the buttocks of the little wolf cub, the two fell asleep completely.

The golden red quilt was lifted, Ye Yi sat up straight, his black hair was disheveled, and the red scratch marks on his back could be seen from the gap between the hair.

Xiao Qingshan leaned lazily on his shoulder, and there were traces left under the loose robe.

Ye Yi glanced out the window, thinking about today's day, his face sank.

Ye Yi, the lord of Tiangang City, and Xiao Qingshan, the true disciple of the head of Guiyuan Sword Sect, want to tie the knot. The matter has been reported to the world. Before the ceremony of joining together, Master Shengu asked Xiao Qingshan to return to the sect.

I'm afraid only Tiandao knows what he's thinking.

Weiliang's fingertips touched the center of Ye Yi's brows, Xiao Qingshan wiped the word Sichuan on his brows for him, and said softly, "I'll change your clothes for you."

The black robe was solemn and solemn, making the man even more heroic.

Plain fingers tied his belt and carefully tied a knot.

Ye Yi lowered his eyes and stared at Xiaoqingshan.

His eyelashes are long, and when he blinks, he looks like a butterfly flying over. The tails of his eyes are slightly upturned. Underneath are the chilly autumn water, which sometimes turns into the captivating March spring water.

The lips are slightly pursed, like a shy flower, moist and soft.

He carefully straightened the knots of his clothes, and the hands holding his belt were carved like jade.

At that time, a pair of hands suitable for picking flowers and plucking a piano.

But Ye Yi also knew that he was more suitable for holding a sword than the colorful flowers and the simple vicissitudes of life.

When holding the sword, he was covered in ice and snow, as unattainable as a lone moon, and everyone in the world avoided him, but Ye Yi was the only one who couldn't bear it.

Only he can see the melting ice and snow.

His every frown, every smile, every anger and sorrow, were exposed in front of him without any cover.

Similarly, Ye Yi's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys are all for him to judge.

Return to Yuan Jianzong.

Candles were burning faintly in the spacious hall, which was bright, but it illuminated the hall into a ghastly whiteness.

Master Shen Gu sat on the front seat, flicking the chain on his wrist, the wooden beads collided and made a dull sound.

Shen Gu said with a smile: "When I saw you getting along in Tiangang City, the old man guessed that there would be such a day. Qingshan was congenitally deficient, and he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. City Lord Ye must have a lot of trouble."

Ye Yi took a sip of tea: "It's not worth talking about worrying about it. If I can do more things for him, I will be happy."

Shen Gu cast his eyes on Xiao Qingshan: "Qingshan was originally the true disciple of the teacher, but unfortunately he had to move to Tiangang City before he left the teacher. What kind of swordsmanship, I really regret it in my heart. Recently, there are new disciples getting started, and the sword mound is open, you might as well go in and pick one, it is a congratulatory gift from the master."

Xiao Qingshan's face was as usual, with a smile on his mouth: "Thanks to Master's love."

Shen Gu said to Ye Yi again: "Sword Tomb is an important place of sect, usually even the elders in the sect are not allowed to enter, and I still look forward to Lord Ye Haihan."

Ye Yi said coldly: "It's okay, I just wait here. Qingqing don't have to worry about me, just choose slowly."

Xiao Qingshan and Master Shen Gu walked out of the main hall, the door of the hall was closed, and the shadow covered the bright light.

In the hall, Ye Yi's expression was cold, and there was a dark current in his eyes.

On the way to Jianzhong, there is a long cable bridge.

The river is rushing under the bridge, and on both sides of the bridge are steep mountain walls. Among the rocks, you can occasionally see emerald green branches slanting out.

Xiao Qingshan recalled: "Before the disciple was seven or eight years old, the dormitory is in the back mountain, but the academy is in the front mountain. Every time I pass this suspension bridge, I feel a little scared in my heart."

Reverend Shen Gu laughed twice, for a cultivator who can rely on emptiness to control the wind, there is nothing terrible about heights: "Really? As a teacher, I said, why did you hold on to the sleeve of my teacher so tightly? Let it go, but when I asked you why, you shook your head and didn't say anything, now this mystery can be regarded as solved."

"But at that time, the master never shook off the disciple's hand."

Xiaoqing Mountain looks at an ancient pine tree on the top of the mountain, under its canopy, there is a nest of bird nests.

It's just that after so many years, the nest made of vines is still there, but the flowers on it have long been withered and shattered by the wind, and the birds have disappeared.

Master Shen Gu only said: "Seeing that you were still young at that time, the teacher reluctantly allowed you to tear several of the teacher's clothes, if you still dare to do this now, the teacher will have to punish you to think over the cliff face. "

Xiao Qingshan showed a faint smile, and sighed: "It's been so long in the blink of an eye."

Times have changed, and even the people you thought would keep you under their wings forever have changed.

The sword mound is located in a continuous mountain, and a magic circle is set up outside, and the two patrol swords emit a faint blue light.

The mountain shook and the ground shook, and with the falling stones, a ray of light shone into the dark sword mound, and the cold air rushed to the face—thousands of swords were buried here, sleeping quietly in the ice, waiting Recovery again.

The four seasons in Taixi Palace are like spring, Xiaoqingshan has not felt this kind of bone-chilling cold for a long time, even though he is no longer afraid of the cold, he can't help shivering a bit.

A small but exquisitely carved hand warmer appeared in his hand, with a blue light emitting from the middle core.

This was given to him by Ye Yi before he left.

In the face of everything related to Xiaoqingshan, this carefree man is always careful.

Seeing him warming up, Master Shengu smiled: "Qingshan, just see if there is anything you like, if it doesn't agree, as a teacher, you have to force it to agree."

In the Sword Tomb, the sword and the monk are not simply selected and selected, but a two-way choice.

Some disciples entered the sword mound, and they couldn't even get the most common sword in it.

Xiao Qingshan felt something in his heart, and walked towards the deepest part of the sword mound.

The closer he got, the colder the cold air became, and even frost formed on his eyelashes.

In front of a huge piece of pure and impurity-free ice, Xiao Qingshan stopped in his tracks.

The other famous swords were placed in the ice, but this one was locked in the iron chain alone, and the iron chain was still rusty and very brittle.

Unlike the old iron-red chains, the sword was extremely gorgeous.

There is a blue water-proof drop between the hilt and the sword body, which is radiant, and the blade is white, with azure flowing in the middle, like a stream of clear water flowing down from the mountain. Three inches above the tip of the sword, carved Several pieces of green and tender ginkgo leaves of different sizes are lifelike, as if they have just floated down from the tree.

The name of this sword is "Laughing Green Mountain".

Master Shen Gu stared at the sword: "Really...you really chose it. Qingshan, this sword was forged by your father after thousands of years of painstaking efforts, but it...is just an ordinary sword. And it's a blunt sword."

"The disciple knows."

Xiao Qingshan stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and the chain around the sword broke as soon as he pulled it.

Different from its seemingly light appearance, this sword is very heavy and heavy.

The sword lay quietly in his hand, Xiao Qingshan's fingers slid across its blade, as if brushing off the dust for it.

Master Shen Gu said: "Forget it, you should have it when you were born."

The road to the sword mound became deep and long, and the sword in the ice reflected a faint light.

Tomb, originally a tomb.

Master Shen Gu didn't hesitate when he drew his sword, the powerful sword in the Transcending Tribulation Stage was enough to destroy a person's soul.

Blood oozed out and flowed across the sharp blade, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Xiao Qingshan closed his eyes, opened his mouth with difficulty, his anger was as thin as silk: "Master, I just want to ask, did you take me as a disciple back then, did you pity me, or..."

Master Shen Gu asked back: "Before I stepped into the fairyland, I had parents, a wife, three sons and a daughter. Except for today, have you ever seen me mention them?"

Xiao Qingshan's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes: "I understand."

He let go of his hand, leaving two deep bloodstains on the delicate palm, the blood flowed continuously, squeezed from a small spot into a red bead, just like the blood tears shed by a shark before death.

There was nothing in those eyes, reflecting the boundless mountains and rivers under the snow.

There was a roar like thunder, and the wind swept across a radius of ten miles. From the window of the main hall, one could see the Qingdai Hanshan in the distance as if someone had been erased from the painting, leaving only a cloud of smoke.

Return to the original source, and the heart of the sword is transparent!