The plot sum is against this seat [Transmigration Book]

"Open the window." Shen Chunmian struggled to move from his arms to the far side, "I'm so bored."

Jiang Zhufeng clung to him relentlessly, and then urged his internal force to open the small window. The two embraced each other tightly, but Jiang Zhufeng still whispered in his ear: "It's so cold. .”

Shen Chunmian turned his head and caught a glimpse of the thin sweat on his forehead, shining under the light of the orange-golden light. With a bit of displeasure on his face, he cursed softly, "You're so cold!"

The two of them were only covered with a thin blanket to cover their bodies, but Jiang Zhufeng was terribly sticky and refused to let go of him for a moment.

In order to forget the discomfort from his body, Shen Chunmian propped his head up and looked out of the window. The sky outside the window seemed to be dawning, and the stars on the endless gray-blue sky were gradually fading away.

Just now Jiang Zhufeng came up to beg for a kiss, but he gave it in a strange way, and then he had to push forward to untie his clothes, Shen Chunmian also followed him half-pushed.

He originally thought that he had also detoxified him at that time, and now he has repaid him once in this way.

But after half a night of tossing, Shen Chunmian finally came to his senses, and found that no matter how he looked at it, he was the one who suffered the two times.

He is such a fool, as soon as he saw Jiang Zhufeng's face, he followed him away in a fascinated way.

"What time is it now?" Shen Chunmian faintly felt a little headache, always felt that he had forgotten something, he said lazily, "I can't stay here forever."

Jiang Zhufeng had a place not to lie down, he insisted on leaning against his neck, and replied softly, "Here there is no hour, no day and night, no four seasons, and no years."

"Then how do you calculate the time?"

Jiang Zhufeng grabbed a glazed hourglass out of thin air, and saw the sand grains in it slowly flowing downward: "When this side is finished falling, it will be a day, and turn it over again, it will be a night."

Shen Chunmian took it over and looked at it, a little surprised, only to see that it took a long time for the hourglass to drop two grains of sand, which were clearly about the size of a palm, and between turning it over and over again, it could actually count a whole day.

Seeing his eyes flickering, Jiang Zhufeng thought he liked it, so he said, "I'll see you off."

"Ah?" Shen Chunmian was stunned, and then realized what he was talking about. He put the hourglass back into Jiang Zhufeng's hand, "I don't want this, I'm just curious."

Jiang Zhufeng looked a little disappointed, and asked him patiently: "Then what do you want?"

Shen Chunmian thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't want anything in particular."

"Tell me," Jiang Zhufeng said stubbornly, "As long as you say it, I'll find it for you."

Shen Chunmian really couldn't stand him looking at himself like this, as if Jiang Zhufeng could be saved as long as he said something he wanted.

Shen Chunmian turned her face away, paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "I want to go home."

"go home?"

"It's not my home in this world," Shen Chunmian smiled wryly. "Even if you say it, you can't do it. It's a place...even if you have the power to reach heaven and earth, you can't go back."

Jiang Zhufeng suddenly grabbed his hand: "Only this is not allowed, I don't want to go to your house, stay here."

Shen Chunmian was noncommittal, just silent.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head to ask Jiang Zhufeng: "In the past 900 years...what happened?"

Jiang Zhufeng saw that he finally had something to ask of him, and a barely visible smile appeared on his face.

"It's a long story," he said. "If you really want to hear it, you have to please me."

Shen Chunmian gave him another look, apparently not accepting his tricks: "Say it or not, it's up to you."

Seeing his reaction like this, Jiang Zhufeng suddenly turned into an abandoned wolf dog, and looked at Shen Chunmian with some grievances: "I just want to talk to you more, and I don't want you to talk to me. ?"

Shen Chunmian felt a little guilty when he saw him, and always felt that he had done something wrong, so he took a step back and said, "Then how can you be happy?"

"I want you to kiss me." Jiang Zhufeng blurted out.

Shen Chunmian: .....

Is this person really not ashamed at all?

Shen Chunmian stared at him for a while, and after being mentally prepared, she quickly pressed it up and then retreated, just touching his lips lightly.

"Is it enough?"

"not enough."

Shen Chunmian held back his lack of anger, and then came up again, but this time he stopped for a little longer.

But Jiang Zhufeng still seemed dissatisfied, and asked him seriously: "Do you hate me? Why didn't you open your eyes and look at me when you kissed me?"

Shen Chunmian's ears were flushed, and she said impatiently: "Don't be greedy, you're almost done, if you make an inch, I'll bite off your tongue."

Unexpectedly, this warning not only failed to threaten Jiang Zhufeng, Shen Chunmian also found that there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and then he heard him say: "Bite if you want, I don't blame you."

Shen Chunmian: ....

It's all and nothing.

The more he hid it and refused to say it, the more curious Shen Chunmian became, as if he read halfway through a novel, but the next volume was confiscated by the teacher.

Shen Chunmian put away the irritability in his heart, and tormented him for a while, finally heard some shadows of his past from Jiang Zhufeng.

As he spoke, those plots emerged, these past scenes gradually emerged from the two of them, and the color changed from gray to clear.

Shen Chunmian didn't find it strange either, and just followed him seriously in the memory.

At the beginning, everything around them was changing, and the hourglass at hand was also flowing back and forth, and then the two of them ushered in a deathly silence.

Jiang Zhufeng beside him suddenly clenched his hand again.

As he looked forward, Shen Chunmian saw the lonely voice of Jiang Zhufeng in the past standing on the boundless snow field, like a statue carved from ice and stone.

He was motionless, and sometimes standing still was a one-year-old brilliance.

At this moment, time quickly went back to the past.

In the late spring of that year, the pear blossoms of Qingyun School were in full bloom, as white as snow.

At that time, Jiang Zhufeng, who came back from sword practice, saw a fiery red shadow in the distance, leading a young man who was half a head shorter than him, walking towards him. The young man was dressed in dusty clothes, thin and timid, with only a white face. White and clean, like pear blossoms and snow in full bloom on the branches.

Shen Chunmian heard Jiang Zhufeng beside him say in a low voice: "From the first day I met Shen Wenru, my life has been out of control. From now on, all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the past are not from my heart."

Immediately afterwards, the screen changed in vain.

Shen Chunmian saw that Jiang Zhufeng killed all evil spirits and innocent monks in order to win Shen Wenru's favor. He changed from a young man with a clear breeze and bright moon and a heart for the common people to a man who had no principles and did everything just to serve the fate of the plot. of marionettes.

Fortunately, the plot changes and changes, and his luck is extremely good. Misunderstandings will be eliminated in the end, obstacles will be overcome in the end, and the relationship between him and Shen Wenru is getting better and better.

He saw Jiang Zhufeng kill the big villain in the original book, and that person was indeed as he said, with a completely different face from his own, and he couldn't even find any similarities.

Everything seemed to be going in a good direction, until Jiang mistakenly killed Shen Wenru's master, who was his other biological father, and the long-standing conflict between the two finally broke out completely.

During the quarrel, Shen Wenru was pierced by Jiang Zhufeng with a sword.

Shen Chunmian, who was out of memory, stepped back subconsciously, and was supported by Jiang Zhufeng who was beside him with an indifferent face: "Be careful."

But in Jiang Zhufeng's memory, he pulled out the sword without hesitation. Seeing Shen Chunmian fell at his feet, with a pool of blood pooled under his body, Jiang Zhufeng didn't shed a single tear.

"Is this a plot...or yourself?" Shen Chunmian couldn't see such a real and bloody scene, let alone Shen Wenru was someone he really knew, so he had no choice but to turn his gaze to him.

But Jiang Zhufeng only said indifferently: "That's not important."

Shen Chunmian shook his head: "You tell me the truth."

"I heard a voice in my ears all the time, asking me to kill him. By the time I realized it, the sword had already entered his body." Seeing Shen Chunmian's strong reaction, he explained seriously, " Besides, it doesn't matter if it was arranged by the 'Day of Heaven' or not."

That's right, hundreds of years have passed, and those who died at his hands have already been reincarnated dozens of times in a handful of loess and ashes.

The plot in memory continues to go backwards.

The ending arranged by this pen of fate for Jiang Zhufeng is to walk alone and live a lonely life.

He once resisted, and even thought about taking his life, but Jiang Zhufeng soon discovered that he couldn't die.

The flesh that was burned into charcoal will quickly recover after the fire is extinguished, a new heart can grow out of the chest that has been gouged out by a knife, and the broken bones and flesh under the cliff can be spliced ​​together by themselves.

"In the scroll that Shen Xian sent me, it says, 'A real man would rather have the jade broken than the tile'," Jiang Zhufeng said, "But I can neither break it nor destroy it, how ridiculous."

"In the past 1000 years, I have died countless times and lived countless times."

Moreover, the pain of "rebirth" was a thousand times more painful than the feeling of self-inflicted suicide. This is the price of disobeying the 'Way of Heaven'.

Accompanying him to the end of the memory, Shen Chunmian discovered that what finally crushed him was not Shen Wenru's death, nor the loneliness of nearly a thousand years, but Shen Xianjing who brought him back to the Qingyun School, the only thing he had left in this world... "Dear ones".

He once taught him to read and understand arts and sciences, and to guide his breath to the heavens and the earth. He rescued him from the chaotic world and brought him back to the Qingyun sect that was like a paradise.

He is his master and his second father.

"But I didn't expect," Jiang Zhufeng said lightly, "when I was about to ascend, he actually snatched my body and my godhead."

Shen Xian watched with his own eyes that his consciousness was dissipated by Feisheng's catastrophe, but he just looked at him from a distance, without even a word of apology.

It turned out that the person he respected the most in this world, the reason why he was brought back to Qingyun was not because of some illusory fate.

It was also at this time that Jiang Zhufeng knew that the first thing Shen Xianjing saw that year was definitely not the poor orphan whose parents died, but the fateful opportunity of the orphan.

From the first day he brought him back to the Qingyun School, Shen Xianjing, who knew that he had no chance of ascension in this world, planned to take his godhead away. Since he was a young child, Shen Xianjing was cruel A curse was cast upon him.

It turned out that the grace of upbringing he thought in those years was nothing but a deliberate plan by Xian Jing.

The memories ended silently, and Shen Chunmian was speechless for a while, but was silent for a moment, then as if he suddenly remembered something, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

No, if Jiang Zhufeng was victimized by Shen Xian's shock, and even his spiritual consciousness was scattered by the thunder, then who is the person standing in front of him now?

"You lied to me," Jiang Zhufeng beside him suddenly said, "You still want to leave, don't you?"

At the same time, Shen Chunmian suddenly heard a distant voice from far away, as if someone was calling his name.

Before he could hear the voice clearly, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by bright lights in the bedroom and Jiang Zhufeng's face.

The person in front of him seemed to be the same person as the Jiang Zhufeng he had just seen, but there was a slight difference.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Zhufeng asked, "Just now you talked a lot in your sleep—did you see anything in my inner mansion?"

Shen Chunmian took a deep breath and said in a daze, "You."

He paused, and then said, "I saw another you."

"Really?" Jiang Zhufeng admitted frankly, "That must be my demon."