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

"Su Yi of the Hehuan Sect, I have met Sword Master Haoran." Before Ming Yuan could speak, Su Yi saluted Sword Master Haoran with a smile.

"Acacia Sect?" Sword Master Haoran looked Su Yi up and down, with admiration in his eyes, he sighed: "It seems that the rumors in the cultivation world are correct, and the Acacia Sect is indeed a stunning beauty."

This somewhat frivolous attitude made Taoist Mingyuan frowned, and couldn't help but said: "Haoran, fellow Daoist Su has kindness to me."

Worried about making Su Yi unhappy, at the same time she quietly sent a voice transmission to Su Yi: "Sorry, he's not usually like this..."

However, Su Yi expressed his understanding, just like Mingyuan Daoist before, the heart demon is such a magical thing that can turn people into completely different personalities from before.

He imagined Sword Master Haoran's opposite appearance from what he is showing now... Tsk, that's still a bit more interesting with his current personality.

Probably because they thought the atmosphere of the three was strange, the young man who had just been patted on the shoulder by Sword Master Haoran stood up cleverly and bid farewell, and the other two disciples followed.

Sword Master Haoran put away the mahjong and the table, and waved his hand boredly, "Let's go." Obviously, he didn't enjoy himself to the fullest.

Just before the boy was about to step out of the gate, he suddenly remembered something and said loudly: "Xiao Mingxuan, remember to bring dinner over tonight. It happens that there are many people today, so I want to eat hot pot."

"Yes, Master Uncle!" came the young man's crisp voice.

"Tell me, what do you want me for?" Sending off a few poker players, Sword Master Haoran took out a jade rocking chair from the storage space, and laid it down boldly, just in front of the two of them. Face shook.

Daoist Mingyuan became annoyed when he saw the other party's boneless and lazy appearance, and his tone naturally became stiff, "Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?"

"What you said, of course I'm happy to see you. I'm not afraid of delaying your business. Let me ask." Sword Master Haoran smiled and looked at Su Yi again, implying, "It's the first time you brought Su Yi Strangers come to me."

As he spoke, he took out a fruit plate from nowhere, threw a peanut into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I thought you found me a male sister-in-law."

Daoist Mingyuan's fists hardened when he heard this, if he hadn't thought about his friendship for many years, he really wanted to teach this guy a lesson, this open mouth is really annoying!

Su Yi naturally felt the suppressed emotions of Daoist Ming Yuan, and thought it was a little funny, and suddenly said to him with bad intentions: "Actually, you were not much better when you were controlled by the inner demon."

Daoist Mingyuan froze, and suddenly remembered the absurd things he did when he was possessed, especially when the Lord was still beside him, he couldn't help touching his nose in embarrassment.

He sighed in his heart, forget it, what do he care about with the demonized person, the most important thing now is to find a way to eliminate the demon in his friend's body and return him to normal.

Daoist Ming Yuan said seriously: "Hao Ran, don't you feel that something is wrong with your recent situation?"

"No." Sword Master Haoran showed his white teeth with a smile, "On the contrary, I think the current state is better than ever."

He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Hey, don't imitate the group of old men in the sect to persuade me, I used to live too tired, can't I take it easy now? I am Think about it, but it’s no problem.”

"But..." Daoist Mingyuan wanted to say something, but Su Yi stopped him with his spiritual sense.

"It's useless for you to do this. A person who is completely obsessed can't feel his own changes at all. He will only think that those are his true thoughts."

Su Yi stared at Sword Master Haoran on the recliner, felt the breath of the soul-devouring gun in his body, and said to Master Mingyuan with his divine sense: "He is more obsessed than you, and his situation is different from yours. Use conventional methods It's useless."

"Then what should we do?" Daoist Mingyuan was a little anxious.

Su Yi glanced at him, smiled suddenly, and asked with his spiritual sense: "If you and him fight, who is stronger?"

Daoist Mingyuan thought for a while, and replied with his spiritual sense: "I am better at Daoism, and my realm is also higher, but in a real fight, he is exquisite in swordsmanship, and I may not be able to defeat him."

Su Yi understood in seconds, meaning that the sword cultivator's actual combat ability is stronger.

"However," Daoist Mingyuan thought of the listless look of Sword Master Haoran, and he had more confidence out of thin air, "Now he has no fighting spirit and vigor, and I am [-]% sure."

"Six achievements are enough." Su Yi continued the rumor: "After finishing the hot pot tonight, you will have a fight with him tomorrow."

Speaking of it, he really hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time, and he still misses it.

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"Junior Brother Song, I've brought you the fire beef you asked for."

A sword cultivator walked into the kitchen, and skillfully took out a large piece of bright red beef from the storage space, "Look, it's still hot and alive. I brought it to you as soon as it was slaughtered in the kitchen."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang." Mingxuan was chopping vegetables. He skillfully used a kitchen knife. The blade of the knife almost turned into a flash of white light. Without staring at him, he sliced ​​a potato into even slices. Flakes.

Senior Brother Wang approached, looked at Mingxuan's neat knife skills, and asked, "Are you cooking for Master again?"

Song Mingxuan didn't stop, nodded, and said with a shy smile, "We have guests tonight, so we need to prepare more ingredients."

"I really envy you. Master Haoran fell in love with you so much, and you can see him every day." Senior Brother Wang spoke with envy, but it's a pity that he is not good at cooking in the mortal world. Otherwise, how could such a good thing happen to Song Mingxuan This kind of mediocre outer disciple.

Although this Junior Brother Song is only an outer disciple for the time being, he is the only disciple of Sword Master Haoran after all, who knows when he will suddenly turn right and soar into the sky.

You must know that there is a big difference between outer disciples and inner disciples in the realm of cultivation. Most outer disciples may not be able to break through the Qi refining stage after practicing for a lifetime. Get rid of most of the practitioners.

But Song Mingxuan, who is only on the fifth floor of the Qi refining period and has not even learned Yujian, can become the registered disciple of Sword Master Haoran by virtue of his ability to eat, drink and have fun. How can it not be envied?

So much so that even people like him who have already practiced the ninth level of qi and half-stepped into the inner door want to curry favor with him.

Thinking of this, Senior Brother Wang felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Song Mingxuan's skillful movements, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked in a low voice: "How is it, did the master teach you every move and a half?"

Song Mingxuan thought of Haoran Jianzun's laziness like salted fish all day long except eating and playing, and shook his head, "Master, he's a busy old man."

Senior Brother Wang glanced at him suspiciously, obviously not convinced, but he didn't say anything else, and left after a brief greeting.

Song Mingxuan looked at the back of the other party leaving, put down the kitchen knife, a strange smile suddenly appeared on that face that was always shy in front of outsiders, and murmured: "Hurry up, hurry up."

He doesn't like to cook, and he doesn't like to flirt with these seniors who are clearly jealous of him. Who likes to do the work of serving others?

However, these temporary patience are worth it.

He unconsciously clenched the kitchen knife, and once again persuaded himself to be patient, don't worry, it will be his own from now on, anyway Sword Master Haoran won't live long.

As a book traveler who is familiar with the plot, he has been chasing this "Qing Yun Xian" since its serialization. Although it has been a long time and many details have been blurred, he still remembers the main characters and important plot points, especially the protagonist's few moments. golden finger.

He clearly remembered that the first bucket of gold that made the protagonist's fortune came from the Cangkong Sword Sect.

For this reason, when he was in the mortal world, he began to practice his cooking skills regardless of others' criticisms, and he used the strength of his family background to find ways to become an outer disciple of the Cangkong Sword Sect. The opportunity to show his face in front of Sword Master Haoran is to snatch the protagonist's first golden finger—the legacy of Sword Master Haoran.

In the entire Cangkong Sword Sect, he is probably the only one who knows that Sword Master Haoran will die of obsession in a few months, and for all this, he has prepared for ten years.

As for the original protagonist, he had already planned to enter the mountain gate and failed. No matter what adventures the original protagonist can obtain in the future under the aura of the protagonist, it has nothing to do with him. He only wants the legacy of Sword Master Haoran.

However, what made him uneasy was that Sword Master Ming Yuan, who was supposed to die of the demon in the near future, would appear here.

And that young man from the Hehuan Sect never appeared in the original book.

He was very worried whether the arrival of these two people would cause any changes, after all, there was already a little butterfly like himself here.

Song Mingxuan sighed deeply, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and continued to chop vegetables.

He was very agile, and he prepared all the necessary things in half an hour. Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Mingxuan put all the things into the storage bag and rushed towards Qingyun.

"Come, come, try this fire beef, this spicy hot pot is delicious." Sword Master Haoran warmly greeted Mingyuan Daoist and Su Yi.

Song Mingxuan stood aside to serve, carefully mixing the dipping sauce for the three of them.

In the boiling soup pot, two different pot bottoms are separated by a Tai Chi-shaped mandarin duck pot. One side is bright red soup with red-dyed spices sinking and floating in it, while the other side is milky white with green scallions floating in it, but the same fragrance Rich, it makes people move their index fingers.

Sword Master Haoran skillfully rinsed the thin as cicada's wings fire beef in the red soup a few times, dipped it in the ingredients that Song Mingxuan had prepared in advance, put it in his mouth, and took another sip of ice wine that was bubbling from a white jade cup, his face There was an expression of enjoyment on his face, and he sighed: "This is life."

"You guys can eat too. My named disciple's condiment skills are excellent." Sword Master Haoran was delighted to eat, "Although this mortal food is not good for cultivation, it is really enjoyable."

Su Yi also imitated his example and boiled a piece of fire beef. It really tasted rich, spicy and delicious, and it tasted very authentic when served with dipping sauce.

Very orthodox Sichuan style hot pot.

A nostalgic smile appeared on Su Yi's face, and he was not polite, and started eating on his own.

Haoran Sword Master smiled when he saw this, "Yes, I didn't lie to you, it's really delicious."

He looked at Song Mingxuan who was serving at the side, took out another stool from the storage space, patted the stool and said, "Don't worry about it, let's eat together."

Song Mingxuan waved his hands quickly, and refused fearfully: "No need, I'll just stand aside and add food."

Sword Master Haoran pulled his face, and dragged him to sit on the stool, "Eat as soon as I tell you, what are you doing, mother-in-law?"

Song Mingxuan just sat down, and began to eat very reservedly, even ordering dishes in a decent manner.

Sword Master Haoran watched his performance, shook his head, and said to Su Yi and the others: "My disciple is good everywhere, but his personality is a bit old-fashioned and not airy."

Daoist Mingyuan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and thought, in the past, others said you were old-fashioned, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when you called others old-fashioned.

Su Yi suddenly showed a little interest in Song Mingxuan, and asked him a lot of questions, from cooking skills to past experiences, which made this little disciple's brow sweat.

"He seems very nervous." With a smile on his face, Su Yi observed the fellow carefully, and calmly analyzed in his mind while saying to the old devil in his mind: "He seems to be very familiar with Mingyuan Taoist, that kind of look, like It’s like knowing Daoist Mingyuan a long time ago.”

The more Su Yi tried, the more interesting he found it, "He's a little wary of me, why is that?"

Moreover, this fellow seems to be very respectful on the outside, but he is not afraid of his seniors in the cultivation world, and even condescends without realizing it.

This attitude is very interesting.