Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 36

Hundreds of miles away, Luoling.

After several hours on the road, the dusty young man walked through the mountains, frowning his slender eyebrows, lifting the hem of the light blue gown, avoiding the wild weeds at his feet.

The weed reached his knees, leaning into the sharp jagged blades, and savagely opened the mouth of the young man’s calf.

Hidden in the grass are a large number of small, unknown flying insects, grouped in groups of mists.

Wu Cong had to raise his vigilance to the highest level, and opened the way with profound energy. The bright yellow soil engulfed the yellow sand, whips the grass on both sides, and aroused a jump.

Following the crystal directions, after a long journey, the young man finally walked out of the boundless dense bushes, thorns and maple trees, and saw a cave in front of him.

The outer stone platform was baptized by wind and frost, but the excavated traces on the cliff wall are very new. Obviously there was only one stone platform here, and it was recently excavated to have a shelter from wind and rain.

Isn’t the master in retreat?

How could you come to such a wilderness for no reason?

Wu Cong touched the rock wall with his right hand, carefully stepped into the dark cave, and couldn’t help whispering in his mouth: “I really don’t know what the old man thinks…”

Before taking a few steps, his vision was completely shrouded in darkness.

The young man probed his hand impatiently and rubbed it in his arms for a moment, and took out a fire, but it was not yet lit. He stepped on a hard object, lighter than a rock, and the sound of cracking was more crisp. After a kick, he grumbled. Roll away for a few steps and hit the wall with a bang.

Wu Cong frowned deeply.

In the next second, the fire fold lights up, and the dim yellow fire light reflects the cave—

Under his feet are densely packed, withered and blackened bones, glowing white bones under the firelight.

“Fuck!”

Wu Cong was so shocked that his heart stopped beating for an instant, and he blurted out an swear word.

Practitioners are not afraid of things like bones.

But at this moment, the young man was guided by the dean to this point. He did not expect to see this scene. In shock, his heart was too shocked, and the number of bones in front of him was really too much, and there was no place for his feet. Coupled with the wind that shuttles in the cave like a devil’s cry… it really reminds Wu Cong of a lot of weird folk tales.

The young man’s scalp was numb, and his bright yellow profound energy shook outwards in a light wave, immediately shook away his numerous bones, and swept a clean area under his feet.

But after the bones were swept away, the condition of the ground was more clearly revealed in front of the youth—

Blood.

A lot of blood.

The solidified red, glowing with a faint fishy smell, presented a deep dark black under the erratic firelight.

Wu Cong: My god!

He covered his nose with his sleeves and turned around to run wildly, fleeing this area.

But the faint old voice floated from the depths of the cave, hoarse like a broken bellows, with a sly smile concealed, and said in a deep voice: “Boy, come here.”

Wu Cong’s right eyelid jumped wildly. Before he could respond, he heard the person say again: “I have cultivated the sly butterfly orchid for ten years. Did you burn it out?”

This question has to be answered.

Wu Cong swallowed, barely calming his mind.

The young man turned to salute, and cautiously said: “Master, the younger brother is stubborn and doesn’t cause much loss. The disciple failed to fulfill his duty of care, please master…punish me.”

“Ugh…”

The man in the depths sighed faintly.

Then came the rustling rustling, the faint sound of wild beasts walking through the forest, and a shadow of a figure slowly appeared in front of Wu Cong.

The body is rickety, the hair is white, the face is wilted like withered petals, and the eyes are muddy.

Compared to a few days ago, Guan Heng saw a more old-fashioned appearance on the thinking peak. The fire of life was like a trembling candle in the cold wind. If you are not careful, it will immediately go out.

Only one lips were red and full, and scarlet blood was glowing under the firelight.

Wu Cong was so scared that Huo Zhezi almost didn’t hold it, and said in disbelief, “Master, Master?”

How could Master become so old?

His master is the dean of the Central Academy and the strongest practitioner in the world!

When he took him into the academy a few years ago, the master looked like a man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sturdy back, a bold smile, and sharp eyes like stars.

It’s only been a few years now, why did you suddenly become breathless?

The old man seemed to see the youth’s doubts and horror, but only squinted his eyes and wrinkled his cheeks full of creases without answering.

His voice is light and fluttering, more permeating than the passing wind.

“I know it’s you,” the old man said slowly, “Boy, I know you. You used to play tricks, I can close one eye-but not this time.”

“Ten years, my creepy butterfly orchid…”

The old man shook his head faintly and sighed: “Look at me like this, how can there be another ten years?”

Wu Cong swallowed quietly.

An indescribable sense of fear spread silently, as a viper crawled into his sleeves, winding up his spine, and the cold and greasy feeling made the young man’s scalp numb.

He squatted and said: “Master, you, are you sick?”

“What do you need? Lingzhi? We have a lot of Lingzhi in the martial arts family. Even if we don’t have one, I can pay to buy it for you—”

The old man chuckled and shook his head again and again.

“I have been in retreat for many years and traveled all over the world, but only discovered this magical species, the phalaenopsis.”

“Do you think it just casts phantoms and confuses passers-by when the morning and dusk crisscross?”

“Boy, it’s too shallow. You have to observe its gray qi, which is the only one in the world. At the moment of day and night, the subtle qi that condenses on this special grass is called Chaos.”

The softer the old man’s voice, the more shocked Wu Cong’s heart became, and the stronger his sense of unpleasantness.

His feet were soft, and he was in a cold sweat, soaking through the back of his brocade clothes, and being blown by the cool breeze, he was wet and stuck to his back.

“The sly butterfly orchid can help me warm up this body.”

“But now it’s burned out by you, I… can’t last long.” The old man said indifferently.

“However, by borrowing the last bit of Chaos power I saved before, I can still melt myself into a new body and live a new life.”

“Actually, I’ve been waiting for a perfect repellent. I’ve waited for many years, and waited until you-I told myself, it’s already very good, at least not worse than this one.”

“But not long after, another Xie Ziyou came out.”

The old man sighed faintly several times, but there was a hint of smile in his voice.

The weird hoarse voice rang back and forth on the stone wall, crashing into the ears of the fearless young man who had already been fighting for two, and it shrilled like an arrow, causing Wu Cong to nearly collapse to the ground.

“Bone, talent, potential… That girl is good at everything.”

“There is only one problem-she is a woman, a little girl.”

“I’m entangled!”

The old man’s snow-white long eyebrows were slightly lowered, frowning, and shook his head and sighed: “I have been thinking about it for a long time, whether I want to be a woman.”

“Yes, it’s a bit psychologically insurmountable; no, it’s hard to see such a great body for too many young people.”

“I told myself, wait, wait. Wait until the maturity of the sly butterfly orchid, wait until the body of the body can’t support it, it won’t be too late to change.”

“But I really didn’t expect that God would treat me so badly-while I was still alive, he sent me a better disciple.”

The old man raised his head swiftly, his turbid eyes bursting brightly.

The coercion that belonged to the high-ranking cultivators poured out in an instant, pressing down on Wu Cong like a storm.

The young man had a flower in front of his eyes, his heels softened, and when he opened his eyes, he was already kneeling on the ground, unable to move!

“Your little brother, guess why I must accept him as a disciple?”

“Because of his profound strength attributes, it turned out to be a chaos that has long been lost.”

The old man was spitting with excitement, and his pale and yellow hair trembled in the wind.

“This is simply a gift from heaven.”

“I followed the traces of his life all the way to find this mountain-can you imagine?”

“There is a breath of chaos everywhere, even the most common beasts and mushrooms, the power of chaos on them is a hundred times stronger than that of the strange butterfly orchid!”

The right hand was wiped from the lips, and the old man smacked his lips satisfactorily, a strange flush of red on his cheeks.

He walked slowly in front of Wu Cong, staring condescendingly at the young man who fell on the ground, staring directly at Wu Cong’s sweaty cheeks and frightened eyes. He was silent for a long time, and slowly revealed a smile of relief.

“Here is simply heaven.” The old man said.

Like a mountain pressing down, the young man shivering on the ground shivered, but he couldn’t even move his fingers.

With trembling lips and a clear cry in his voice, he pleaded: “Master, Master!”

“I helped you lie to Guan Heng, I helped you lie to him! Did you like him, right?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m too weak, dirty your hands…”

Tears rushed from the corners of the youth’s eyes and mixed with the nasal mucus that could not be wiped. The youth’s handsome face was dyed colorfully. The whole face seemed to have been soaked in water, and his cheeks were pale and almost swollen.

The original handsome facial features have been twisted into a ball, unable to distinguish the outline, leaving only the unspeakable fear in front of life and death.

The old man stared at the appearance of Wu Cong’s collapse, slowly leaning over, gently touching the young man’s forehead with his thin, haggard fingers.

He wiped away the tears of his disciples almost lovingly, and in Wu Cong’s eyes that rekindled hope and pleading, he put his sharp nails on the young man’s forehead.

Wu Cong’s heart suddenly tightened!

A smear of ash quietly burrowed out from under the heart valve, meandering out of the sky spirit cover, breaking through the shackles of the skin-and the moment the gray qi appeared, the young man’s profound pill seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible hand, and his profound strength suddenly lost control.

There is only a tiny trace of gray qi, but along the meridians and blood, the hair-like gray qi quickly splits, multiplies, and turns into a large and complicated strange air current. It willfully twists on the Wu Cong Xuan Dan, and gradually condenses a strange orchid. pattern.

With long black leaves, slender like sharp mouthparts, Wu Cong collapsed weakly on the ground, watching all his profound strength cultivation since he practiced, being infected by gray air, turning into a dark trickle, dripping into the old man and drying up. Of meridians.

“Don’t blame me, boy.”

The old man felt helpless and regretful, with the other hand gently stroking Wu Cong’s scattered hair, his tone was almost gentle.

“I have to have a body to return to the academy. Look at me now, I can’t walk, I can’t straighten up—how ​​can I go back without borrowing a new body?”

“And besides the body, I also want your profound strength.”

“I am conscientious, playing the role of a dean full of peaches and plums, what am I going to do?”

The old man laughed in a low voice, his voice getting louder and louder, and gradually turned into a frantic laughter, like magic sounds surging back and forth between the stone walls, and being entrusted by the breeze, it spread far out of the cave and floated over Luoling.

Enjoying the wonderful feeling of profound energy entering the body, the old man said with emotion: “True pure profound energy, as expected, the fastest cultivation method in the world is still plunder.”

Under his palm, Wu Cong’s eyes gradually became desperate.

This damn, instantly occupying his profound pill, so that he can’t resist a trace of gray energy-when did he start lurking in his body?

The Central Academy has dozens of teachers and thousands of students. The dean has countless mysterious methods to contact them secretly. If he doesn’t even notice this humiliation, what about the others?

If everyone in the body had been secretly handed down by the dean, and everyone’s profound energy piled up together, what kind of monster would it create?

But soon, Wu Cong didn’t have the energy to think about this terrible problem.

The deep sea-like feeling of sleepiness and fatigue struck from the depths of the limbs and bones, drowning all of his mind in an instant.

On the Xuan Dan, the ink-colored orchid quietly closed, the long leaves winding, densely wrapped into a fine sphere.

The youth’s pupils slowly darkened.

His eyes remained wide open, revealing bloodshot whites of scarlet eyes.

“I have focused on education for more than ten years,” the old man laughed wildly, and said to himself, “Now, it’s time for a good harvest.”

After speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The old man’s body, like a candle in the wind, tilted to one side and hit the ground heavily.

A dark black streamer climbed up Wu Cong’s pale cheeks, and penetrated under the skin from the place where the nails were scraped on his forehead and the gray line burst out, spreading all the way to the position of the heart vein and Xuan Dan.

The youth’s godless face gradually turned grey, and the skin swelled up strangely, as if foreign matter came down and shuttled back and forth in the skin.

Outside the cave, the gust of wind roared and the branches and leaves moved.

A line of black birds rose up from the woods, black wings pierced the sky, like arrows, flying towards the distant sky, two or three feathers drifting in the wind, accompanied by a string of screams , Falling slowly.

The Central College is hundreds of miles away.

Xie Ziyou, who just blushed and kicked Guan Heng out again, suddenly his heart palpitated.

It seemed that a small worm had drilled under the heart valve and took a small bite.

The boy held his chest suspiciously.

But I didn’t see that under the bright sunshine, a smear of dust spread quietly, climbing on his enamel-white cheeks.