[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist never comes

The handsome lying silkworm eyebrows of the man in dark green Taoist uniform wilted and drooped, and the two curved caterpillars were like the dejected aura around the owner.

The originally closed door was suddenly broken open from the outside, and the early summer sunlight projected in instantly dissipated the heavy and stagnant atmosphere in the room.

The two people in the room looked at the door at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the man in the dark green Taoist uniform were always squinted into a slit, and the corners of the eyes that seemed to be glued together were torn apart suddenly, and a gleam of light flashed in the wide-open eyes.

In the next second, he danced and shouted to the headmaster: "That's him, if you have to accept disciples, then he's the one!"

The headmaster followed his gaze and frowned: "Liu Shang is already my disciple, but if you insist on her, she also has this intention, so it's okay."

Who knew that the man in Shen Qing's Taoist uniform shook his head like five stones, and pointed at Chen Shen's arms with his big hand like a sharp arrow: "I'm talking about him!"

In an instant, several pairs of eyes looked at his arms, which was more uncomfortable than poking a few knives.

Chen Shen hugged the skinny child, his hands tightened subconsciously.

Damn, didn't Brother Chen just get caught in the light of the local tyrant Bai You and broke into the small boudoir of the head of the sect, hey, his eyes are about to pop out!I'm just here to gain experience!

The peaks and ridges between the head's brows fell heavily, and his lips tightly pursed into an unhappy arc. After a long time, he slowly said: "Which generation is this disciple? Who is his master?"

In fact, it's not because the headmaster has a bad temper, it's because the child's appearance is too bad.

With dry, yellow hair hanging on the top of his head, growing wildly like weeds, and his pale complexion, no matter how delicate his facial features are, he can't make a good impression on people, let alone his thin body, which looks like a piece of paper. It fluttered against Chen Shen's arms.

The Zijin robe is automatic without wind, the younger brother is about to lose his temper, and the older brother is also determined not to give up an inch: "The younger brother said earlier, everything is according to my will!"

Seeing the persistence in senior brother's eyes clearly, the Zijin robe, which was already filled with true energy, still waved helplessly: "As you want!"

The dark green Taoist uniform smiled like a successful human trafficker, thanked him, and was about to take the child from Chen Shen's arms.

At this moment, the child who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his long eyelashes, and his dark eyes met Chen Shen's.

In an instant, there is an illusion of being seen through, like a pair of invisible big hands passing through the barrier between people, reaching straight to the deepest part of the heart, mercilessly tearing the veil in the most secret corner, the bottom of the heart most wants The hidden things were immediately exposed in front of those eyes.

Chen Shen's heart shuddered, and he couldn't believe that it was a child's gaze, or that it was an individual's gaze.

When he took a closer look, the bottomless black eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the clear eyes were so thin that they could be seen.

It seems that he has no sense of security in his heart when he enters a strange place. The child looked away timidly and lowered his head to the ground. Under the slender eyelashes, there was a stream of broken ice, and the warm sunlight could not penetrate. The thin figure It seemed a little indifferent for a while.

Fuck, is this bringing back the short-sightedness of [-] degrees before!Don't be a four-eyed kid when I just have eyesight!

In the end, the child struggled to get down from Chen Shen's arms, and as if he was not used to walking, he slowly came to the man in Shenqing's Taoist uniform step by step, and the soft child's voice that seemed to have the fragrance of milk sounded: "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

Hearing this, Chen Shen instantly realized that the child was probably awake before entering the door.

Except for not kneeling and prostrating, his every move was obedient and tight.

The child is probably too young to know etiquette, which is understandable, and his master is a person who, to put it mildly, doesn't care about etiquette, but in fact he is not in tune, so naturally he didn't care, and instead took the child home affectionately.

Although the matter was over, the unsatisfied head of the sect fired at Bai You who took the lead in barging in privately, and Chen Shen, who claimed to be blocking Junior Sister Bai from barging in, was naturally not polite. praise.

In the end, Chen Shen left the stage unscathed under Bai You's unbelievable gaze, and the little girl stared at Chen Shen with both body and mind.

Anyway, he is a white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with feeding. If there are too many lice, he is not afraid of being bitten.

The headmaster's enthusiasm for finding out the pump is like a fire in a high-pressure air gun. If the 45-degree angle is bright but the pain is painful, if you don't let it out, you will have early menopause!

He is your father, he will take special care of you, you can also sing "Where is Dad going to make the head sympathize?"

Oops, don't look at Brother Chen like that, little girl, didn't your Mama teach you the truth that a dead Taoist friend can never die a poor Taoist?

Although the apprentice chosen by the senior brother is weak in body, but with a little spiritual knowledge, he can feel that he is a good seedling with clear bones, but in the end he is still a little worried, rubbing his forehead and putting down the secret scroll of the sect in his hand, let's take a look.

Stepping into the Fengtuo courtyard, the master saw the senior brother sitting on the old wicker chair, his clothes crooked and out of shape.

It's just that even the master let him go, and he didn't bother to worry about it.

"Brother, why did you come to my little hut?"

Taoist Fanzhou asked with his head slightly tilted, his upturned Erlang legs swaying rhythmically, he didn't realize at all that his apprentice was standing next to the rattan chair, and he had to restrain himself as a master.

"Let me take a look, have you given this child a Taoist name?"

The Taoist of Fanzhou smacked his mouth, shook his head and thought for a while, and saw a jujube tree in front of the court. The small dates on the jujube tree had already entered his five internal organs, and now it was bare and ugly.

His eyes lit up, and he replied with a deep groan: "Students from Liuzi generation, let's call him Liushu!"

The head of the sect naturally also saw the jujube tree with crooked neck, and immediately sank his face: "This matter is not a joke, since you chose him as your disciple, it is destined to be a destiny, if you don't, just call him Liuyuan stop!"

The child who originally belonged to the black household got a formal household registration under the final word of the head of the household.

After the matter was over, the headmaster waved his sleeves and left without even drinking a cup of hot tea before he was pissed off by his senior brother.

The courtyard became quiet, and Taoist Fanzhou, who was resting on the wicker chair, suddenly said, "What do you think of the name Liushu?"

The child was not frightened by his corpse-like movements, and his voice was as steady as meditation: "Shang Ke!"

The Taoist of Fanzhou, whose face was flushed with sleep, cleared his hoarse throat, and said as if he thought it was amused: "He asked you to be called Liu Yuan, but we didn't call you Liu Shu, how about calling you Liu Shu?

"Follow the master's will."

Opening his eyes, Taoist Fanzhou sat up abruptly from the rattan chair, stroked the child's hair, and cut the corners of his squinted eyes with his naked eyes. : "It's as good as I like, but it's just that the disciple is really sensible and obedient, or...you don't care at all!"

After the words fell, the coercion released by the eyes was as real as it was, pressing harder and harder.

The child seemed to be frightened, shrunk his shoulders and bowed his head to admit his mistake, but his frail body was still neither humble nor overbearing, standing straight and loose.

A chuckle came from above his head, a big cold hand cupped his face, and then met those extremely complex eyes.

"Don't pretend to be with me. Junior brother said that you are destined to be with me. This is true. The way of heaven says that everything has love. You and I are all human beings, with internal organs, six internal organs, three souls and seven souls, but there is only one missing thread of love! Let's, They are all good materials for magic cultivators! Hehe..."

The child stood motionless, not responding to what he said, and he didn't care.

"Your teacher wholeheartedly supported me to be the head of the sect back then, but I knew that I had no heart like me. How could I give up my freedom for a dead thing without emotion? After all, I was selfish. I didn't even follow the old man's last words. It’s because you got hurt earlier and changed your heart of stone, but why are you so fickle?”

The wind was getting stronger in the yard, and the evening wind plucked a few of the few leaves from the jujube tree secretly, and twirled them around to hide them in the hair of the two of them, but there was silence between the two of them, but no one answered.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but he was not discouraged, or he had expected that there would be no answer. The hem of the deep green Taoist robe fell to the ground. He squatted down and looked directly into the child's eyes, as if he wanted to look in: "I put my old The old man has come out, shouldn't you say something from your heart? Don't forget that your life is still in my hands!"

The child's brows were tightly frowned, with hostility hovering between his brows, while in the distance, the western sky was covered with brocade-like sunset clouds, and the red wheel fell into the distant mountain with slow steps.

At a moment when both the sky and the earth were suddenly dark, he saw the child's hand pointing to his chest, with his pale lips opening and closing.

"Born like this, if my mother wants to keep that heart to love others, I won't have it!"

The child's misty eyes looked at him quietly, but it was as if he was looking at a phantom in a bronze mirror, facing each other but separated by two completely intertwined worlds.

Taoist Fanzhou had a serious look on his face for the first time, straightened up and waved at him, there was actually a bit of kindness in the dark: "We can't integrate into the world full of emotions, I will teach you how to make yourself look Like a normal person...that kind of sentient creature! Would you like to?"

A thunderclap rumbled in the sky, tearing apart the dark sky and covering the child's answer.

The crackling and flickering white light illuminated the faces of the two, showing the same abnormal paleness.

No one knew what that crucial answer was, only the two figures, one tall and one short, who hid under the porch to shelter from the rain remained in the night that night.

The night rain splashed on the newly repaired ebony eaves of Xiulun Yuan, and transparent flowers bloomed.

The disciple who added tea and studied ink was dismissed long ago. The headmaster put down the sect affairs booklet in his hand, took a few sips of cold tea, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound of rain outside the house. It was the same way when the man left. It's raining torrentially.

Looking nostalgicly at the Juqi Pavilion where Chen Shen lives now, he turned around and wanted to go back to his room to rest, only to remember that there was one more thing to deal with. Write two words next to Xia Liushang, who was born.

"Liu Yuan, Liu Yuan, if you wait another year, I will pretend to be crazy if I pretend to be a woman!"

Chen Shen, who was pinching the embroidery needle in the dormitory very tangledly, but bleeding again, had a dark face and was about to go berserk.

The protagonist came to Cangwu and was accepted as a disciple by the head of the sect called Liu Yuan, that is, Yuan Bing's younger brother, but now he is really waiting to collapse.

He even wanted to embroider a picture of a hundred bamboos. He bled two catties of blood and poked out a hundred crawling worms. He gritted his white teeth, and the worst thing was that he had to hand in his homework tomorrow!

Raindrops kept beating on the window lattice, and amidst the sound of ding-dong water, Chen Shen, who could no longer resist the drowsiness, burrowed into the warm pink quilt.

I'm going to sleep anyway, what will I do tomorrow!