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

"Do you really stop thinking about it?"

The rough face of the third elder with thick beard and hair showed strong reluctance, and there was even a glint of tears in the corner of his eyes, as if he was losing the most precious thing.

The corners of Su Yi's eyes twitched, and with a stiff smile, he pulled his hands out of the opponent's iron-like hands.

"Sorry, I have no plans to change the court at present."

The third tiger had tears in his eyes, and said disappointedly: "Okay. But if Fellow Daoist Su repents, the door of the Cangkong Sword Sect will always be open for you."

Su Yi nodded, smiling sincerely, but said in his heart, next time will be sure.

The third elder reluctantly left, still muttering, "What a sword cultivator, why did he join the Hehuan Sect and waste everything, what a pity..."

Su Yi watched the other party leave, the smile on his face became cold, and he touched his forehead tiredly.

He never expected that he would suddenly become a rare genius of swordsmanship after simply practicing a sword.

In just one week, he had sent away several waves of lobbyists who wanted him to join the Cangkong Sword Sect, even the head of the sect once.

The other party is so enthusiastic, and Su Yi also knows the reason. If he is from other sects, people from the Cangkong Sword Sect will naturally not be so blatant to poach the wall.But the Hehuan Sect is different. It is common for sect disciples to change sects, especially after they have a Taoist companion, they will usually join the sect of the Taoist companion.

For this reason, in order to win him over, several elders even sold off their disciples and grandchildren, implying that the men and women in the family are at his disposal.

Why do you think of Hehuanzong so openly... Su Yi couldn't help but think about the reputation and great achievements of his predecessors, and the origin of the huge amount of exercises of various schools in Wanjuanlou, and felt that the other party seemed to think so. question.

Senior misunderstood me, Su Yi let out a long sigh.

Although there is this little episode, there are still things to learn. Su Yi will not give up any chance to improve his strength because of these trivial things, especially the guidance of a sword master.

He immersed himself in the practice of swordsmanship, and his understanding of swordsmanship deepened day by day, and he soon broke through to the middle stage of Yuanying.

One day, when Master Haoran was routinely instructing Su Yi on sword skills, Su Yi suddenly remembered an unresolved matter.

"By the way, Master Jian, lend me your registered disciple for a day."

Sword Master Haoran frowned, and found the long-forgotten name from his memory, pursed his lips, "What do you want him for?"

In fact, he didn't like this registered disciple who was taken in during his obsession. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, he was full of strange tricks and crooked ways.

This kind of person has actually become his registered disciple. If it wasn't for the sake of face, he would have kicked this person out of the gate a long time ago.

Sword Master Haoran said in a deep voice: "This man is a jackal, don't be fooled by him."

Su Yi smiled lightly, and accepted the concern, "Don't worry, I just want to ask him something."

After receiving the summons from Sword Master Haoran, Song Mingxuan's first reaction was not excitement, but a chill directly above his head. His face was pale and he thought, did Sword Master Haoran finally remember that he was going to expel him from the sect?

After Haoran Sword Master returned to normal, Song Mingxuan knew that his dream of obtaining the sword master's inheritance was shattered. As an ordinary monk with neither talent nor background, he was most likely to be stuck under the Nascent Soul for the rest of his life, struggling with mediocrity At the bottom, it will turn into a handful of loess after a hundred years.

After the outer disciples knew that he had lost the favor of Sword Master, they ridiculed him a lot, and some took the opportunity to add insult to injury, but due to his status as the outer disciple of Sword Master, they didn't dare to do anything to him.

Song Mingxuan knew that once he lost this tiger skin, he would be in an extremely difficult situation.

These days, he has been suffering, and even thought about simply returning to the mortal world to inherit the family business and become a rich man.

But he is not reconciled!

He is a traveler who knew the plot in advance, he is the chosen one, how could he fall here?

Song Mingxuan, who was in panic all day long, had no progress in his cultivation, and even faintly had a tendency to collapse his Dao heart.He could only comfort himself, maybe what he had used was a face-slapping script, these difficulties were only temporary, and they would definitely rise in the future.

That trace of luck supported him until he saw Su Yi at Qingyun.

"Su...Senior Su!" Compared to Sword Master Haoran, the culprit who ruined his good deeds is the person he least wants to see.

"You seem to be very afraid of me." Su Yi looked at the other party's panic, and poured tea slowly. The amber tea soup gave off a light fragrance in the air, and rippled on the jade-colored cup wall.

He pushed one of the cups towards the other, his voice soft.

"Sit down, have a sip of tea, don't be so nervous."

Even though his heart was full of guard against the person in front of him, when that face, which was so beautiful even when the cultivation world was full of handsome men and beauties, turned to him, Song Mingxuan couldn't help holding his breath, and relaxed his guard a little. .

"Thank you, senior." He sat down cautiously, a little jealous after being amazed.

This kind of unreasonable appearance is like the soft light effect of some software in the previous life. If you look at it a few more times, you are afraid of being bent. It would be great if it grows on your own face.

Song Mingxuan lowered his head, concealed the emotion in his eyes, acted obediently and shyly as usual, and focused his attention on the teacup in his hand.

The fragrance of tea penetrated into the lungs, and it seemed to smell particularly good. Under this special fragrance, his soul seemed to become lighter. Song Mingxuan began to feel a little dazed, and strange thoughts flashed through his mind like a lantern, and his consciousness fluttered and flickered. I don't know where I am.

Su Yi looked at his straight eyes. The poison belonging to the demon had already eroded the opponent's soul. Knowing that the fire was almost over, he said softly, "Who are you?"

"Song Mingxuan." A dull voice sounded, and Song Mingxuan only felt that this voice was extremely kind, and it was the closest existence to him.

"Where are you from?" Su Yi asked patiently.

"Dayan Kingdom, Pingcheng."

"How many people are there in your family..."

Su Yi asked a few more questions, and the other party's answers were very conventional, acting like an ordinary monk, and there were no questions asked so far.

His eyes flashed, and he asked another question, "What's your biggest secret? Is there anything you don't want others to know?"

"Secret..." Song Mingxuan's voice lowered, not as smooth as the previous answer, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, and it took him a long time to say, "Yes, I know the plot."

"Plot?" Su Yi frowned, and the expression on his face instantly became playful, and finally asked a question that interested him.

"What kind of plot?"

Song Mingxuan tried his best to recall the memories of his previous life, and said without reservation: "This world is actually a novel called "Qingyun Xian". An outer disciple of the Sword Sect, accidentally won the favor of Sword Master Haoran because of his good cooking skills..."

Following Song Mingxuan's narration, Su Yi's eyes turned cold. Although these plots sounded like a very routine Long Aotian's male protagonist and frequent cultivator of immortals, he still heard a lot of amazing information from them.

Under his careful guidance, Song Mingxuan would know that everything had been said. If it wasn't for the fear of being found out by the people of the Cangkong Sword Sect, Su Yi even wanted to directly search the soul to confirm.

"Enough." Su Yi looked at Song Mingxuan with a sluggish face, a gleam of red light flashed in his pupils, and the devil's voice sounded, "From today onwards, you will forget all the plots you know, you are not a book walker, Just an ordinary monk born on this continent, remember?"

"Forget..." Song Mingxuan murmured. After hearing the voice, it seemed as if a pair of invisible big hands ripped up the memory violently in his mind. The memory of the previous life gradually faded until it disappeared, leaving only the memory of this life. Even all the details about the crossing became blurred and automatically replaced with other things.

This was the first time that Su Yi used the hypnotic suggestion of the demon, and it was surprisingly useful for a weak-minded person like Song Mingxuan.

He has already tampered with the other party's consciousness to make him forget about the time travel, unless he cultivates to the stage of transformation, he will not be able to lift the restriction.

If those so-called "plots" fall into the hands of ambitious people, the consequences will be disastrous.

Su Yi smiled in satisfaction, snapped his fingers lightly, and released the consciousness control.

"What, is the tea not to your liking?" This voice woke Song Mingxuan from his daze. He looked at the teacup in his hand, and finally woke up from the trance, feeling annoyed that he would be in a daze with Senior Su.

"No, no." Song Mingxuan hurriedly took the tea and drank it, the warm tea flowed down the throat into his stomach, the fragrance of the tea was overflowing, his spirit, which had been sluggish recently, was lifted up, and even the aura in his body became much smoother.

Song Mingxuan instantly realized that this was a good thing, and quickly said, "Thank you, senior, for giving me the tea!"

Looking at that amazing face, I no longer repel it in my heart, but feel a little closer.

Strange, why did I think Senior Su was bad before?Obviously a very kind senior.

Su Yi shook his head, poured another cup of tea for him, and said with a smile, "It's good if you like it, but I don't drink this tea for nothing."

There was a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he said with some embarrassment: "I have eaten your dishes before, and I think they are very good. I want to exchange some recipes from you. I wonder if I can give up?"

While speaking, he took out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve and placed it in front of Song Mingxuan.

Song Mingxuan was pleasantly surprised in an instant. This was a gift from the boss of the Nascent Soul Stage. Fang Zi was just a mortal thing, not worth mentioning. No matter how you look at it, he earned it himself.

After pretending to decline, he accepted the Qiankun bag, and when he got it, he couldn't wait to use his spiritual sense to check it out. Seeing the large number of spirit stones and pills inside, he was very happy, and thanked him again and again, "Thank you, Senior Su! "

Excitedly, he engraved all the dietary prescriptions he knew on the jade slips, and then left gratefully.

Seeing Song Mingxuan's leaving back, Su Yi's eyes darkened.

"The Great War between Righteousness and Demon..." He picked up his teacup and sorted out the information he had obtained while drinking tea, "If it is true as he said, in the past ten years, the mainstays of the righteous sects will become demons one after another, and the cultivation world will be in chaos. The evil way that has been suppressed has counterattacked, setting off a bloody storm and changing the pattern of the cultivation world again."

"And his so-called protagonist will play a very important role in this battle, the so-called Son of Destiny... Heh." Su Yi narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked the old devil, "What is this?"

"Why is the plot of this world recorded in a book in advance? What is the so-called book-crossing?"

For the first time, he had doubts about his own existence. If the book exists, everything that happens in this world is just the content of a book, written by the author. What about him, will he be just a book? A character in , a puppet manipulated by the author?

Does this world really exist?

Is "I" real?Are my emotions and experiences real?

The old devil didn't answer directly, but asked an irrelevant question, 【Have you noticed that all the traversers you met came from the same world as you. 】

Su Yi was slightly taken aback, thought about it carefully, and nodded. This is also his strangeness. If it is a coincidence, then this coincidence is too amazing.

The old devil chuckled, 【That's because only people from high-latitude worlds can come to low-latitude worlds. 】

Su Yi was taken aback, and said in disbelief, "Could it be that the latitude of Blue Star is higher than that of Xiu?"

Blue Star is just an ordinary planet on the technological side, and even the level of technological development is not high. No matter how you look at it, it must be more advanced.

The old devil said meaningfully: [If but in terms of civilization level, Blue Star is naturally not ranked.But in the infinite universe, there is no higher latitude than Blue Star, because it is a fragment of the main world after the Great Desolate War, and the three thousand small worlds are just derivative worlds of the main world, even if it is a fragmented world, Blue Star It also has absolute suppression of the small world. 】

Su Yifu went to the heart and found the key point in an instant, "So you came to me as the host, is it because the soul of the main world has something special? Is the person who pierces the book also like this?"

The old devil said: [The soul of the main world is limited by the rules of the small world, and has the possibility of breaking through fate and creating miracles.As for the so-called book walker, it is just because part of the main world has a soul with the ability to predict, and after sensing some things that happened in the small world, these fragments were recorded as inspiration, and the readers saw it after writing a story. 】

The old devil added, [However, due to the limitation of talent, each author can only record to a limited extent, and it will be distorted after processing, which may not be completely consistent with what happened in the small world. 】

Su Yi was thoughtful. In this way, some of the novels he had read were actually records of some small worlds?

Those worlds really exist, and I really want to see them if I have the chance.

Although there were still some doubts, Su Yi basically accepted Lao Mo's explanation.

He even thought, what if he is just a created character?It is enough that my memories, emotions, and experiences are real, and I am still me.

After thinking this through, the confusion in Su Yi's eyes was finally swept away, and he smiled again.

Fulfilling days are always short. Just when Su Yi felt that he had learned enough swordsmanship, he finally found the person he wanted to wait for.

The Buddhist disciple wearing a yellow cassock clasped his hands together with a sad expression, "Fellow Daoist Su, please save Venerable Liuli."