[Quick Transmigration] as a qualified slag

Darkness is eyes closed, light is like eyes open.

But when the light appeared in Zhao Chun's eyes, he was already in an antique environment.

In a series of ancient novels, there is always a national teacher. If this national teacher is young and beautiful, then congratulations, this cliff is a character that can be captured.

Unfortunately, Zhao Chun is the character that can be captured now.

Looking around, it was a closed room, and there was no one else except him.Zhao Chun raised his eyebrows and was about to go out. Just as he lifted his foot, he turned around as if thinking of something.

With a thought, Zhao Chun flipped his left hand, palm facing up, and immediately the manual appeared in his hand.Even though there was no wind, the book turned up automatically and stayed on a certain blank page.Immediately afterwards, ink-colored characters slowly appeared on the white paper, like water oozing out.

In the upper right corner are three words - World One, and the text of the page is a story and a character relationship table.

[Modern youth Qin Yuan was summoned to a strange world to become the holy son of the Liaoyuan Kingdom, and then began his adventure journey. ] A very short sentence, not so much a story, but more like a story outline.Zhao Chun was speechless for a moment, so he could only place his hopes on the character relationship table.As a result, the character relationship table made him even more frustrated.Because there are only three names above, and then there are two arrows between the three names.

Yes!Only two arrows!

Emperor ←→ Holy Son ← National Teacher

I bought a watch last year!

Zhao Chun flipped the manual backwards with a distorted expression, but the backside was all blank paper, all blank paper!After a while, he sighed and let the manual in his hand drop freely with a sad face.

The handbook immediately turned into a spot of light when it fell on the ground, and then slowly floated back to the form of the book condensed in Zhao Chun's hand.The things written in it seem to have changed, but there are only two more hearts.

Yes!Love!

Emperor←?→Holy Son←?National Teacher

Zhao Chun took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly, he stared at the manual, as if he wanted to burn the manual immediately.The font of the manual seemed to be slightly distorted, as if trembling.

So, it appeared a line of words.

——Please make up your own imagination for the following plot.Congratulations, the task is completed!

Brainstorm your uncle!

Zhao Chun's expression twisted again.

"Dong dong dong" came three knocks on the door.

Zhao Chun withdrew his emoji, "Come in."

"Yes." The waiter replied in a low voice, then pushed the door open and entered, knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Zhao Chun, "My lord, the time to summon the Holy Son is coming."

Summon the Son...

His eyes darkened, Zhao Chun flicked his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "Send your car to the rooftop."

"Yes." The waiter said nonuo, then bowed and stepped back.

Zhao Chunduan sat on the chariot with his eyes closed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.

Although there is only a very short paragraph in the manual, there is one important point that is Qin Yuan, as if the world revolves around Qin Yuan alone.If this world is a novel, Qin Yuan is the protagonist of the novel.

There are many kinds of novels, so what is the nature of this novel?

love?adventure?Suspense?

……

No, nothing to do with nature!

Zhao Chun opened his eyes suddenly, and a hint of obscurity flashed in his eyes.

The manual says that he wants to be a scumbag, a qualified scumbag.So whether he is scum to the world or to individuals, this is a very serious question.

Would you rather bear the burden of the world than live with only one?Or is it better to bear one person than to live up to the world?

Or is it both?

So his greatest energy is to look at the person who is crowned the protagonist.

"The national teacher has arrived—" the walking chariot was put down, and the officer raised his voice.

Zhao Chun slowly stepped out of the chariot, and the original appearance of the Tiantai was displayed in front of him.The arc-shaped steps lead up to the sky. He stood below and looked up. The white clouds almost passed through the white jade pillar.

The national teacher in white walked towards the top of the altar step by step, his slightly drooping eyes revealed a kind of compassion, like the god sitting on the altar.

Qin Yuan...

Zhao Chun murmured the name silently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

I'm really looking forward to——

In the last step, he completely stepped onto the altar.

On the altar made of white jade stood five white jade pillars, with talisman seals engraved on them, and there was a faint red light passing by in the sunlight.

The few people who came to the worship platform early saw the arrival of the white-clothed national teacher and greeted them. There were not many people. After all, only a few royal families and some important ministers could come to the worship platform.

Looking at the person walking in front, Zhao Chun slightly nodded and said, "Your Majesty."

"National Teacher, you are here." His Majesty of Liaoyuan Kingdom is a little older, about fifty years old, and his hair is a little gray.He stopped a step away from Zhao Chun, with a flash of eagerness in his eyes, "The matter of the Son..."

"I know." Zhao Chun knew what His Majesty was anxious about, after all, the arrival of the Holy Son of the Liaoyuan Kingdom was several days behind the other four nations.He glanced at the dazzling sun above his head and said, "It's not time yet, Your Majesty will wait a moment."

Hearing Zhao Chun's words, the king felt relieved, and said with a smile, "Then trouble the teacher."

Although Zhao Chun's face was very calm, when he saw the king, there was a strange flash in his heart.

Every novel will involve some elements of love. In the character relationship table, Qin Yuan has a single arrow and love for the emperor, which makes Zhao Chun have to suspect that Qin Yuan, who is the protagonist, is unrequitedly in love with a king.But when he saw the leader of the Liaoyuan Kingdom, Zhao Chun felt a little hesitant.

If the protagonist fell in love with an elder who was nearly fifty years old, it would be too strong.

As for the appearance and age of the main character, he might be the same age as the king, Zhao Chun said that if so, the book will be smashed to death by readers.

As time goes by, the sun keeps shifting, and it has reached noon, when the sun is at its strongest.

Only then did Zhao Chun raise his eyes Shi Shiran, nodded slightly to the king, then ignored the excited look on the king's face, and walked towards the heart of the altar by himself.

In the center of the altar is a shallow pit. From the pit as the center, there are five slender tracks extending outward until they reach the white jade pillar.Summoning the Holy Child is very simple, just put the divine fire in the pit, and then the fire line will spread into the white jade pillar along the track.This simplicity makes Zhao Chun want to think that there is no need for the profession of national teacher at all, and anyone can lose the feeling of fire.But this is just Zhao Chun's illusion, because only the national teachers of various countries can drive the fetishes that can summon the Holy Son in this continent. For example, the divine fire of the Liaoyuan Kingdom only exists in the body of the national teachers.

This is enough to reflect the status of the national teacher in the country.

The hands are slightly bent, forming cups, and the wide sleeves embroidered with gold silk totems are gently raised in the wind.Zhao Chun closed his eyes, guiding the heat from his chest to his palm.

The bright red flames floated in the palm of the hand, reflecting off the white jade-like fingers, which looked a bit voluptuous.He threw the flames into the shallow pit at will, just like sowing a red lotus.After the flame touched the white jade wall, it bloomed like a flower, spreading until the talisman on the white jade pillar burned red.

The flame burned for a full stick of incense, and a figure shook in Qiankeng's heart.The air swayed like ripples clearing the surface of the water, round and round until it became calm.Then, a person among the flames came walking on the flames, as if walking on a lotus.It was a very young man, with a dreamy look on his face, walking towards Zhao Chun with a confused look.

Zhao Chun stretched out his hand and took the young man, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Qin Yuan.

He held the name lightly between his lips and teeth, and then it turned into an inaudible sigh.

When Zhao Chun took the holy son away from the shallow pit, the red color on the white jade pillar receded quickly like a tide, and then gathered along the track to the center of the shallow pit to form a ball.The bright red color formed a little churning, and then quickly rose into the air, exploding.Red light spots scattered all over the ground, like fireworks.This phenomenon signaled to the entire continent that the Holy Son of the Liaoyuan Kingdom was coming.

The people behind them knelt down like a tide, and thanked the gods for not abandoning the Liaoyuan Kingdom in the distance.At this moment, Zhao Chun, who had his back to everyone, couldn't care about their reactions, just because he was a little bit overwhelmed now.

This time, it was a sense of embarrassment that he had never felt in his life.

At first he didn't feel it, but when he completely took Qin Yuan out of the shallow pit, he felt a series of pictures 'squeeze' into his mind with a turbulent force.The inexplicable memories are all dreams, about Qin Yuan's dream!What followed was overwhelming love, love for Qin Yuan.

like!Love engraved in the bone marrow!There seems to be a voice in his heart telling him that he loves the young man in front of him, loves this person deeply, and wishes to integrate this deep love into his bone marrow.This huge emotion almost blinded Zhao Chun's rationality.There was a buzzing sound in his head, disturbing his heart like a fire.

He looked at the young man with deep love in his eyes, but reason told him that this feeling did not belong to him at all.

This young man is just a stranger to Zhao Chun.

Shaking unsteadily, Zhao Chun's face turned pale, and he knew that this strange feeling was disturbing him.

clam down!

Reason clamored in his mind, Zhao Chun closed his eyes, and almost used all his reason to suppress this feeling.

Footsteps sounded behind him, Zhao Chun slowly opened his eyes, and his expression returned to normal.

The summoned Holy Son in front of him still looked dazed, as if he didn't notice anything around him.A trace of obscurity flashed in Zhao Chun's eyes, and then he turned around and ordered the servants who came over to bring the Son back to the temple.