The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

After a night's rest, the three of them hastily prepared to go up to the mountain of corpses. The proprietress of the inn looked at them a few more times, and saw that the two were holding their swords solemnly, and the other was wandering into the sky with the succulent, which felt strange.

"Outsiders can't enter the corpse mountain casually." The proprietress hesitated, and reminded them a little when they settled the bill.

It can also be regarded as doing a good deed for the pot of divine music.The proprietress is also a demon cultivator, she is used to socializing and trading with mortals, she has learned to be slick in all directions, and she stays everywhere.

She yelled at the silent Zhu Jin.

Although one looks shivering in plain clothes, the cultivation world doesn't care about wealth and clothing, and only fights for victory or defeat by force of the jungle.

Zhu Jin came first. She was tall and wearing a mask. Standing in front of her, she could see that her cultivation was not shallow and unfathomable.

The other two were dressed in high-end clothes, and the proprietress showed sympathy and disgust as she looked at the boy in black. He was not bad in appearance, but... his nose was blue and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

In the middle of the night, there was a strange sound in the upper room, DuangDuang, and I didn't know what to do.

Huo Zang also noticed the strange eyes of the proprietress, so he turned his face and gave her a hard look, what are you looking at? ! !

Hey, this is three points like a human, seven points like a ghost, and the proprietress is so scared that she looks away.

The young man standing in the middle came into her eyes. She was dressed in snow and frost, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows. She was pure and noble and lazy. I don't know if it was because of the piggy face next to her. I have seen such a beautiful woman with a unique temperament!

But when she took a closer look, this young man was just a little Zhuji, serving others with masculinity, which is rare in the cultivation world. Rare things are the most precious, no wonder the monk who was bewitched was willing to eat for him Soft rice.

In short, the proprietress sighed secretly, she was really capable of breaking through the beauty pass!

There are twists and turns in her heart, and others don't know it at all.

The three of them were standing on the porch to hide from the rain at the moment, they all turned their heads to look at her when they heard the shouts.During the period, the snow-clothed youth pulled it, and softly "hissed", "It hurts."

Zhu Jin hurriedly untied her hairband, "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Boss Wife: Careless.

Although I don't know what's going on, who can raise a furnace and patiently tidy up his loose clothes and hair?

She was no longer a fledgling lamb, she quickly adjusted her facial expression, and said respectfully to the snow-clothed youth, "I said, if you really want to go up the mountain, don't take the path, especially if there is a large bamboo forest or a temple, it's very fierce, this The lives of several Mahayana monks have been ruined in a hundred years!"

In the Mahayana period, that is the person who can ascend to the fairy world after surviving the nine heavenly thunder tribulations!

After a hundred years, this mountain of corpses has become such a dangerous place?

The young man lazily raised his eyelids, "Why?"

Just a clear and shallow glance, the proprietress was stunned, she actually saw a bit of extreme joy, it was shocking to see.

But the ignorant are fearless.

She made up her mind, "I heard that there is a fairy in the bamboo forest who was born with a demon and was relegated to the mortal world. He has a profound hostility and kills anyone who breaks into the barrier."

Even Huo Zang laughed angrily when he said this.

"Immortals will come to this poor corner?" Even if they were relegated to the mortal world, life would not have to be so hard.

He sneered, I'm afraid Moxiu has been a man with his tail between his legs for a hundred years, and the wind and cranes have made all the grass and trees turn into soldiers.

Feeling offended, the proprietress frowned, and glared at him, "What do you know, you brat?"

She didn't hide her dislike. Zongmen people had feuded with Moxiu for more than a hundred years. If it weren't for the powerful people beside her, she would kill every Zongmen person she saw.

Chang Qing glanced at him indifferently.

"Ah!" Huo Zang cried out in pain after being kicked aside.

Zhu Jin's eyes were indifferent and warned, the lord speaks, don't interject.

……

"What about the temple?" The young man here was still asking slowly.

"There are several swords enshrined there, all of which are left over from the great battle a hundred years ago, and..." She showed a somewhat excited expression, and was even very fascinated, "I heard that there is also the sword of the Lord of Yangming Hall. .”

"You admire him?"

The proprietress sighed, "Which demon cultivator is disrespectful? His deeds have been deified, but he was just a trick of good fortune. If he hadn't been plotted against by the elder Yun Qing who killed a thousand swords, he would definitely lead the demon cultivators to dominate today. Why do you have to be so angry in this poor place!"

Chang Qing was stunned for a while, and the masked man next to him turned his head slightly and looked at him fixedly.

He is not the only one who believes in God.

God is worth it.

……

Chang Qing closed his eyes.

In the end, the body of the god was hung up in the main hall of the sect, and displayed to the public for three days. At night, the lantern caught fire, burning this face in fireworks, and it was never found again.

This is the end of the task given to him by the old master god.

Complete failure.

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"forget it."

Entering the path, a bamboo forest suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, densely packed with bamboo, as dense as the sky above the head that could never be pierced, covered with dark clouds and gloomy.

Huo Zang was terrified, he missed his father and his sect, after all he had only lived for more than ten years, he didn't want to die young.

But this retreat will never be left to him.

Zhu Jin pressed his shoulders, trying to drag him into the bamboo forest, but he couldn't dodge with all his efforts, and suddenly heard a leisurely voice behind him.

"The front is an enchantment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Zang seemed to have knocked something under his feet, lost his center of gravity in a panic, grabbed Zhu Jin, and fell down dozens of steps.

It's very difficult not to get bruised now.

Huo Zang closed his eyes in pain, and accepted the reality. Anyway, his face was already blue and purple. Anyway, Zhu Jin, the culprit, could hold him back!

Witness a moment of tragedy.

A voice shouted from behind, "Go to the sword!"

A bronze sword flew steadily, supporting the two of them to lean back.

Huo Zang regained his strength, bent over and panted heavily.

"How, why did this step suddenly appear? It was just ordinary land just now..."

"This is a high-level formation, Bound Immortal." Zhu Jin gripped the bronze sword, the corners of his mouth tightened, showing his restlessness.

I really want to kill this oil bottle with a sword.

But now is not the time to be impulsive.

There are hundreds of stone steps in front of you, and at the end is the temple reflected in the green bamboo forest. Under the hazy mist, it is extremely quiet and solemn.

Binding immortals, this formation, as the name suggests, even immortals cannot escape, and only immortals can use it.

And this formation unfolded when they inadvertently touched the enchantment of the bamboo forest, and it became a Buddhist holy place in front of them.

Under the witness of the Buddhas, if you are not careful, you will be strangled.

"There are really immortals in this corpse mountain bamboo forest!" And the immortals didn't want them to go up the mountain or pass through this bamboo forest.Thinking of this absurd fact, Huo Zang's face was comparable to the green color of the bamboo forest.

Why not take the main road!

Huo Zang was so anxious that he wanted to curse, but seeing Zhu Jin's patience, he didn't dare.A snow-colored figure swayed beside him, and he subconsciously grabbed the other person's shoulder, "You go in?"

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of grinding his teeth quietly beside him, and turned his head subconsciously. The man in civilian clothes was still facing him with a murderous look.

The young man looked at him lightly, "Let go."

That's it.

Needless to say, Huo Zang had already covered his hands as if on fire, retracted them, and carefully observed the surrounding situation, for fear that something terrible would suddenly jump out.

Seeing the two of them go in, Huo Zang had thousands of questions he wanted to ask, but in the end they all boiled down to one sentence, "Chang Qing, how could you drive Zhu Jin's sword?"

You must know that the sword is extremely masterful, except for blood is thicker than water relatives and unsuspecting Taoist companions, it is impossible to be manipulated by others.

What kind of relationship are they?

The young man in front had already gone far away and entered the main hall of the temple, but he didn't seem to hear or answer.Zhu Jin's eyes flickered, she couldn't bear it any longer, she turned around and grabbed the young man who wanted to catch up and ask by the neck.

In just a few breaths, the strong murderous aura made Huo Zang's thick line remain motionless.

"After entering, stay away from Chang Qing." Zhu Jin clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white, "I won't save you if something happens."

……

That is the Yuantong Hall, where there are countless statues of goddesses, Buddha statues of different sizes, and different expressions and postures.Some of the vermilion lips are slightly parted, smiling lightly; some brows are slightly furrowed, slightly displeased;

The strange thing is that these goddesses do not have clean bottles, but hold long swords, and their faces are all carved out of the same mold. They are not traditional Buddhist faces, but the same slender oval face, with a quiet and indifferent temperament.

Huo Zang had never seen such a beautiful statue, and was amazed by the face of the goddess. Anyway, the other two would look for him, so he ran over to study the goddess.

"Huh? This chain bound the goddess' ankle... that's the same, why are they all tied?"

Whispering in detail, he gradually walked behind the goddess.

"Comparable to the Sword Tomb." Huo Zang was dumbfounded.

Behind the Goddess, there are sharp weapons pierced into half of the sword body on the ground. It turned out that when they entered, they emitted a unique brilliance, illuminating the dark environment.

This, this can be taken out casually to bluff an out-of-body elder.

Huo Zang stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

"Don't touch it." The young man glanced at him.

After all, he was not as fast as he was speaking, because of his low cultivation, he was knocked into the air by the powerful sword energy, hit the wall with a "boom", and flew out of the hall in a graceful arc.

hiss.It hurts just to look at it.

Zhu Jin turned her head indifferently, that's all right, so as not to cause trouble.

The young man didn't bother to talk about it, he just reminded him that one thing more is worse than one thing less.He patted the commoner man on the shoulder and raised his head to signal, "Look."

Zhu Jin's posture was a little softer, and she looked around.That is the largest Goddess, more than ten meters high, made of white jade, with a smooth and delicate face, every inch of eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and lips are lifelike, a Guanyin is like this, but every Guanyin is like this, obviously the creator spent a lot of time on this Guanyin thought.

"Look at the sword." Chang Qing sighed softly.

Zhu Jin's gaze moved down, and her eyes instantly settled on the crimson firework-patterned scabbard in Guanyin's hand.

That is--

Cut love!

This sword has sealed Zhu Yan's fierce beast. As a sword cultivator, he is proud to save the dead, heal the wounded, hoe the strong and help the weak.

But he took a cold and cold word.

He also asked Chang Qing why he chose this word, but Chang Qing just said with a smile, pretending to be 13.

Thirteen how to pretend? ?

"...Is that so." At that time Zhu Jin was just a restrained young man who didn't know how to pretend to be old.

Now more than a hundred years have passed.

"Let me do it."

Zhu Jin lightly pressed the young man's hand, "I'm afraid it may be dangerous."

Chang Qing's body was cold, his heart was cold, and his body was dead. After walking a few steps, he felt a little weak. He said with a pale face, "That's the eye of the formation. After drawing the sword, the mountain shakes and returns to the bamboo forest. Pay attention to some preparations."

"Okay." Zhu Jin had a rare cheerful tone.

In order to express himself, he drew his sword slowly.

When the sword came out, the young man's body swayed, and soon Zhu Jin rushed up to help him, the two of them completely ignored the desolate screams behind them.

"Who are you?!" The bun-faced boy in black was strangled by the back of his neck again, like a snake being strangled by seven inches, but the fact was the opposite, it was a snake that was dormant and attacked him.

A deep magnetic voice sounded from above his head.

"The sword, return it to me. The man, return it to you."

Chang Qing saw that it was a very young man. He was handsome and affectionate. He was wearing a purple straight-fronted gown.

Proper image of prodigal son.

If you ignore his hand tightly holding the woman in Tsing Yi.

Huo Zang couldn't turn his head around, he only felt that his foundation building cultivation was completely suppressed, even the person behind him didn't release his coercion, the sense of strength and oppression can be seen...

The words of the proprietress suddenly broke into my mind.

"I heard that there is a fairy in the bamboo forest who was born with a demon and was relegated to the mortal world. His hostility is far-reaching, and he will kill anyone who breaks into the barrier."

Fairy!

He is a fairy? !

Immortals will really come to this broken corner.

Help!

Thinking about stopping and stopping all the way down the mountain, although he had spoken rudely in the sect, Chang Qing's posture was indifferent and he didn't care about his appearance. He didn't hurt him by kidnapping him, and he almost fell on the steps just now and saved him by giving him bean paste cakes. he……

He's not bad either.

The Fallen Demon was probably only forced by Elder Yun Qing.

The clean young man a few steps away lived up to his expectations, held the sword, slightly parted his lips, and showed a beautiful smile, "Kill it."

Huo Zang: I was delusional.

He looked to another hope.

A wooden mask that hides all emotions.

hiss.

Forget it.

Huo Zang was numb.

……

Chips in hand.

Bai held it hostage.

"Tsk."

The tall man clicked his tongue in a low voice.

Immortals can't fix this.

Then... kill them all?

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The author has something to say:

Huo Zang: Are you polite?

A day when I still can’t see Master, hehehe~

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