Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The Taoist figure moved, but seeing the darkness on the field, Yan Mingxiu suddenly felt a pain in his brow and heart, which went straight to the marrow of his bone.

It turned out that the Taoist saw that he missed the blow, so he used a poisonous needle to murder him.

Yan Mingxiu only felt the qi and blood surging in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spewed out suddenly.Yue Han didn't have time to care about the whereabouts of the Taoist priest, so he directly supported Yan Mingxiu and touched several big acupuncture points.

Looking back, I saw a figure suddenly disappearing in front of everyone's eyes: "Xiaoyao Sword Sect, that's all!"

The Taoist was so fast that even Yuan Feizui hadn't even reacted, so he let him escape.

This kind of thing happened suddenly at the martial arts conference, and Yang Ze's face was also a little ugly, so he just asked someone to send the secret medicine he used to Yan Mingxiu, and he must take good care of him.

"Young Xia Yun, what are your chances of winning this man's martial arts?"

Yang Ze waited for a while, but there was no response.Then he turned his head to look for Yun Mie's trace, but saw that the seat was empty, and he didn't know when he left, but the handle of the seat was inexplicably vacant.

He was suspicious, and when he stepped forward to look again, he found that the handle had turned into powder in anger.

Yang Ze's eyes became meaningful, and he glanced at Yan Mingxiu who was lying in Yue Han's arms.

It seems that Mr. Yan's influence on Yun Mie is far beyond his expectations.

The Taoist temple where this Taoist is located is a mixture of fish and dragons, with a taste of both righteousness and evil.The sects of Southern Martial Arts are afraid that their influence is deeply rooted, so they dare not break their faces with them easily.

The deputy head looked at Yan Mingxiu on the hospital bed, and said bitterly: "We have never had any contact with Qinghe Temple, but he hurt Mingxiu secretly, he really doesn't take us seriously!"

"Master, don't get angry..." Yan Mingxiu coughed a few times, forced a smile and said, "The Qinghe Temple has always been contemptuous, and looked down on this martial arts conference. It is probably not the Taoist temple's original intention that there are disciples coming this time."

"Let's rest in peace and heal your wounds, the uncle will definitely seek an explanation for you."

Yan Mingxiu had just taken the elixir sent by Yang Ze, but in less than half an hour, the remaining poison had been completely discharged, and the breath in the dantian was circulating as usual without any hindrance.

After a few instructions from the deputy head, he also took his disciples away so that he could recover from his illness, and there were only him and Yue Han left in the room.

Sensing Yue Han's unusual gaze, Yan Mingxiu also felt his heart shudder, and broke the awkward atmosphere by speaking: "Brother Yue is suddenly so serious, I'm not used to it."

"Mingxiu..." Yue Han ignored his pretending to be relaxed, and his expression was rather solemn, "You don't know how I felt when I saw you being plotted against by that person just now."

Yan Mingxiu's expression froze, and he always felt that the atmosphere was getting weirder. Just as he was about to speak, Yue Han continued, "At that time, I only had one thought in my mind. If you die, I will follow you after I avenge you." and go."

Yan Mingxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old fox, did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you being so hypocritical for no reason. Although we are brothers and sisters, we wouldn't die on the same day in the same year, not to mention that I'm still here."

Seeing his confused face, Yue Han could only sigh and said, "Mingxiu, Mingxiu, you still don't understand my intentions. I just realized it myself. In my life, I can't tolerate anyone else beside you. gone."

This sudden revealing of his heart was like a bolt from the blue, and Yan Mingxiu was out of breath. He thought for a while, and finally he could only say dryly: "Brother Yue, I... I don't know how you have this... this Long Yang habit. .”

"That's not the case." Yue Han retorted loudly, "My heart is pleasing to Mingxiu, regardless of gender, whether Mingxiu is a man or a woman, I like you."

Yan Mingxiu was speechless, but for a moment he couldn't think of any way to politely reject him.

He turned around, and the face that was originally non-drunk jumped into his mind instantly, it was extremely clear, as if his face still had the warmth from last night.

After a long time, Yan Mingxiu made up his mind and was about to reject Yue Han's offer, but found that the latter had left at some point.

That's all, there is always a chance to talk to him.Yan Mingxiu shook his head, drove these two people out of his mind, and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept until the sunset, and called someone to come in for some food. Yan Mingxiu stretched himself, and was about to go out for a walk alone.

Who would have thought that when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he bumped into a woman head-on.

Yan Mingxiu looked at her a few times, and saw that although this person was dressed as a servant, he was also dressed in brocade and silk. It seemed that his status in the villa should not be underestimated, and he should be the maidservant of some wife or son.At the moment, he didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry."

The woman's eyes fluttered, and she suddenly smiled and said: "Your Excellency is Mr. Yan Mingxiuyan?"

"Exactly."

"What a coincidence, my master wanted to see Mr. Yan, and invited him to come with his slaves."

Yan Mingxiu frowned and asked, "Who is your master?"

The maid said respectfully: "It is Yang Xi, the younger brother of Master Yang."

Yan Mingxiu let out a groan, vaguely thinking of such a person.The former leader of the martial arts alliance had five sons, and the first four sons had their own strengths. Yang Xi was the only one who was weak and weak since childhood.

When he was born, famous doctors from all over the world were invited to come for consultation, and they all said that he was an old disease brought about by his mother's womb, and he would not live to be ten years old.

Yang Xi has now become the treasure of the Yang family, and the old owner is afraid of melting in his hands and melting in his mouth, wishing to give him all the good things in this world.

Yang Xi lived up to the expectations of the public. She wrote a poem at the age of eight, which shocked the government and the public. Even the current emperor was deeply moved. Such a child prodigy was actually envied by heaven.

As for what happened later, Yan Mingxiu didn't know, but according to the words of the servant girl, Yang Xiruo is still alive, and he should be in his twenties this year.

He pondered for a moment, although he didn't understand why Yang Xi asked to see him by name, he still nodded and went with the maid.

I don't know how long he walked before he came to a remote courtyard gate. The moment he stepped in, it seemed as if a dull wind was blowing in his face. Looking up, although there were still carved beams and paintings on the eaves, it was all covered with dust. , unattended.

Yan Mingxiu hesitated for a moment, and the maidservant's tone also had indescribable emotion: "Since the death of the old owner of the village, the treatment of the owner in the village has not been as good as before."

It is inevitable that Yang Ze, the current owner of the villa, will be jealous of his father's love for younger brother Yao.Yan Mingxiu didn't want to get involved in the Yang family's affairs, so he just walked in slowly.

The strong smell of books was accompanied by dust on his face, Yan Mingxiu's throat was itchy, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded after seeing the interior decoration clearly.

It turned out that this huge room was filled with all kinds of books, and it was completely blocked.

It seems that Yang Xi really loves books like his life.

There was also apologetic expression on the maidservant's face: "Master has been like this for so many years, and this slaveservant is used to it, please be careful, Mr. Yan, don't stumble."

The autumn wind was bleak, and the heavy curtains in the inner room were rolled up, and a slightly frail figure could be vaguely seen on the sick bed.

The lights were bright, but Yan Mingxiu still felt a sense of old age.

After all, God is jealous of talents.