The daily life of the villain and the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

For those who have become demons, a little obsession will lead them, their hearts will boil, and they will suffer physically and mentally. In the end, obsession will become the only and most important existence in the soul.

Therefore, there has always been a saying in the world of comprehension that one cannot become a demon without attachment.

No one has ever known what it looks like for a person who cultivates the ruthless way to become a demon.

But through the recent big news of Daoist Mingyuan, everyone finally knows.

"Going to deliver something to Qianfeng again?"

As soon as Yuan Qing walked out of the door of the Qizhen Pavilion, she met the peak master of Xunfeng, Venerable Chaoyun. She was wearing a long emerald green dress, her temples were half covered, and she was holding a medicine hoe. The smell of grass and trees, obviously just came out of the medicine garden.

Yuan Qing looked at the ridicule in the other party's eyes, and suddenly felt that the box in his hand became a bit hot. He specially chose to come here in the morning when there were few people, just to avoid the elders of the sect who were unusually gossiping recently, but he still didn't dodge it. Neng nodded awkwardly, "Yes, uncle."

Zhao Yun sighed exaggeratedly, shook his head and said, "Oh, it's different when this old tree blooms. Your master almost took all the things in my Xunfeng Treasure Pavilion."

She kicked the medicine hoe on the ground casually, with gossip in her eyes, "When can I drink the wine for the wedding ceremony?"

Yuan Qing sensitively felt some obscure eyes gathered on him, and several divine senses lingered nearby, so he knew that everyone was very interested in this question.

These days, he has become accustomed to such attention. Daoist Mingyuan is of high seniority and cold, and no one dares to act presumptuously in front of him, so everyone asks for news from him, which makes Yuan Qing unbearably disturbed. I couldn't help crying, Master, you are a miserable disciple.

But no matter how turbulent his heart was, Yuan Qing's face was still calm. He had thickened his skin these days, and he said haha: "Why would Master tell me this kind of thing?" He doesn't know anything, he just looks like a tool guy who delivers things.

Zhao Yun curled his lips, knowing that there was nothing to ask, so he waved his hand and let him go.

Yuan Qing left quickly as if she had received an amnesty, flying fast all the way, pretending not to see someone saying hello on the road, and arrived at Qianfeng not long after.

Arriving at the gate of the hall, Yuan Qing tidied up his clothes and bowed after regaining his Taoist dignity, "Master, disciple Yuan Qing pays homage to me."

The frost-colored palace door opened slowly, and Yuan Qing went straight through the layers of palaces, and finally came to the inner hall.

At a glance, I saw the master and the young man from the Hehuan Sect sitting opposite each other on the stone table. The young man was quietly flipping through an ancient book, and his expression was even brighter than before.

The master looked at the young man affectionately from the side. It should be a warm scene, but the atmosphere was a little strange.

Yuan Qing didn't dare to look at it, took out the wooden box from the Qiankun bag, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master, the disciple brought the Daoyun fruit."

Daoist Ming Yuan didn't turn his head back, the wooden box flew into his hand in an instant, the special box was only opened a crack, and a strange fruity fragrance overflowed from it.

He took out a strangely shaped white spiritual fruit from it, and said softly to Su Yi: "Ayi, this is the Daoyun fruit brought from the extreme north, you have a taste." Qingrun's voice was extremely gentle , the affection hidden in it is like a flame wrapped in solid ice, and it seems that even the cold tone has brought temperature.

The whole body of the spirit fruit is jade-colored, with a round top and a bottom bottom, which is very peculiar. The shiny flesh is so plump that it seems that the juice will splatter when poked, and there is a faint fragrance of pure spirit, which makes you forget the world.

Su Yi glanced at the fruit. He had seen this in a book. It was recorded in "Strange Records" that this fruit grew in Luoku Mountain in the extreme north. It is one of the most dangerous places in the cultivation world. , and a powerful ice beast guardian.

Its fruit tree grows for a thousand years before it blooms, and it takes 300 years for the flowers to bear fruit, and it takes another hundred years for the fruit to mature. However, after ripening, there is only seven days for picking, and after seven days, it will dive into the ground by itself and turn into aura.

The harsh growing environment and harsh picking conditions make Daoyun fruit extremely rare, but even so, many people risk their lives to pick it, because this fruit not only contains a trace of Daoyun, but also has a miraculous effect on breaking through the bottleneck. The Tianji Lingdan Daoyundan refined from raw materials is a treasure that countless people in the cultivation world yearn for.

And such a precious thing was so easily used by Daoist Mingyuan as a spiritual fruit to please him, even Su Yi who had seen many good things felt a little reckless.

Perhaps seeing that Su Yi hesitated for a long time, a secret red light flashed in Mingyuan Daoist's eyes, but his voice was still as sweet as a lover's love words, "What's the matter? Is it not in harmony with the taste?" The cruelty in his eyes What's more, there was a gleam of fire in the palm of the hand holding the spiritual fruit, and it was a gesture to destroy the spiritual fruit.

Su Yi's eyelids twitched, he shook his head, a faint smile appeared on his face again, and he said softly, "No, I like it very much, and Daoist Lao will take care of it." He took the spiritual fruit.

The taste of the spiritual fruit is really extraordinary, the flesh melts in the mouth, and the abundant spiritual energy washes the body, as if every pore is opened to breathe, the magical rhyme directly nourishes the soul, and the mind is cleared.

Daoist Mingyuan watched Su Yi eat the spiritual fruit, and the gloom in his eyes disappeared like clouds and fog, and he said softly with a smile: "Have you forgotten, Ah Yi, you promised to call me Mingyuan."

Su Yi noticed the stubbornness in his eyes, felt helpless, but said in his mouth: "Well, I remember, thank you Mingyuan."

Listening to their conversation, Yuan Qing almost shrank himself into a quail. He really wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to leave without the master's permission. He could only minimize his sense of existence and treat himself as a blind and deaf person.

It was Su Yi who felt his embarrassment, raised his head and said, "You go back first." He didn't even dare to call Yuan Qing's name, for fear that the people next to him would make his disciple jealous.

Yuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful to Su Yi instantly, and immediately resigned and left.

After Su Yi finished eating the fruit, he began to read the book on his own. What he held in his hand was a copy of the sword formula. Although it was not particularly high-level, it was full of notes from the predecessors, and it was quite interesting to read. taste.

Ming Yuan propped his head on the side, watching Su Yi's study intently, his eyes flickering, sometimes as cold as frost, and sometimes as sparkling as spring water.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been restless long ago when he was stared at by this kind of ice-fire gaze, but Su Yi was not an ordinary person. He read the book on his own, as if he didn't notice the strangeness of the people around him at all.

This strange way of getting along between the two has lasted for almost a month. Ever since Daoist Ming Yuan woke up from trance one day, he suddenly became like this.

After being enchanted, Ming Yuan frantically ran to the quiet room where Su Yi was meditating, and confessed his love on the spot, as if he loved him to the bone, which shocked him.

Then he completely let himself go. First, he had a big fight with the head of the sect, scolding the other party for shrinking his head, and not doing anything when the master's disciple died. The tone was vented.

After scolding each peak, they summoned the disciples to criticize the disciples. Instead of being gentle in the past, the vicious tongue made several disciples cry.

The entire Tianji Sect was disturbed by Taoist Mingyuan, but he was so senior that no one dared to speak back, which caused the disciples of each peak to close their gates, for fear of being caught and criticized if they didn't pay attention.

It was also Daoist Mingyuan's uncharacteristic disturbance that made everyone in the Tianji Sect know that he was possessed, otherwise it would not be able to explain why Daoist Mingyuan's temperament changed drastically and Bingshan became crazy.

But soon everyone knew that the biggest victim was someone else, and that was Su Yi.

For some unknown reason, Daoist Mingyuan seemed to regard Su Yi as his obsession after being enchanted. He was inseparable from Su Yi like a shadow all day long, and his personality became gloomy and paranoid.

What he likes to do the most is to search for treasures to please Su Yi, but as long as Su Yi shows no acceptance or disgust, he will destroy things directly, then go crazy, and then go to various peaks to find trouble and vent his anger.

In the end, the head of the sect even forced each peak to come directly to an interview with Su Yi, euphemistically asking him to appease Ming Yuan Daoist at the right time, and it is best to find a way to treat him.

In fact, these days, Su Yi has been observing Daoist Mingyuan silently. He found that since Daoist Mingyuan became a demon, the breath of the soul-devouring gun fragments disappeared, but the heart demon grew several times overnight. It was something tonic.

Su Yi was almost certain that the change in Daoist Mingyuan's heart demon was related to the fragments of the Soul Eater.

It's just that at this time, Mingyuan Daoist's heart demon and Yuanshen are entangled together, and even gradually assimilated, and he dare not act rashly until he finds a suitable method to separate.

"When is Ah Yi willing to become a Taoist partner with me?" Daoist Ming Yuan said abruptly.

Here it comes again, Su Yi clutches his forehead with a headache. Since Daoist Mingyuan became a demon, he has been asked this question almost every day. From the creepy moment at the beginning to the slight headache now, this journey in the middle is not humane.

"If Ah Yi doesn't like Tianji Sect, we can also leave Tianji Sect." Mingyuan Daoist said to himself: "I don't think the Acacia Sect will reject a monk who is in the stage of becoming a god."

Su Yi paused his hand while turning the pages of the book. If other people in Tianji Sect heard this sentence, they would have to tear themselves apart.

Daoist Ming Yuan had a strange light in his eyes, and approached Su Yi, "Or, let's leave the sect and go to a remote place to start a sect and become a couple of gods and immortals? As long as Ah Yi is there, where can we be?" all good."

Hearing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Su Yi closed the pages of the book, fixedly stared into the other person's eyes, and sighed softly in his heart.

These days, he watched those eyes that were once frosty and restrained gradually become crazy, and he saw a person who cared about nothing and was at ease became vicious, tyrannical, paranoid and selfish.It's like a crack in a piece of fine jade, which is regrettable.

He knew that the person in front of him was not the real Daoist Mingyuan, but just a poor wretch controlled by a demon.

He doesn't like Ming Yuan like this.

Just like he has always disliked using the power of demons to control people.

The more he understands the power of the demon, the more he understands the meaning of what his brother said at the beginning. I am afraid that even the old devil did not expect that the ruthless and loveless seed of the demon would regain his emotions after practicing the secret method of the demon.

Fortunately, he already has some clues, and he will soon find a way to restore the other party.

A faint smile appeared on Su Yi's face, like a blooming flower in the epiphyllum, and Daoist Ming Yuan took a breath. He hadn't seen Su Yi smile at him like this for a long time.

Su Yi said leisurely: "I can promise to be your Taoist companion, as long as you pass a test."