Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 83

Xie Ziyou was a little unhappy when he heard the news that “Xie Heng was going to accept disciples.” He speeded up his pace along the mountain road, his eyes swept over the green faces one by one, and he felt more unhappy in his heart.

The young girls outside the door are pieces of uncut jade, like spring flowers in bud, just waiting for one person to sculpt them carefully, let the watery eyebrows fade away, and gradually linger on the ethereal fairy air, extraordinary and eternal, blooming forever. beauty of.

…Oh, unhappy.

Xie Ziyou’s chest was stuffy, and he walked fast, and gradually walked out of the waiting area at the foot of the mountain. The terrain in front was sunken, and after passing a small slope, a simple wooden house appeared in front of him.

There are also many people in the wooden house, but they are slightly older.

Xie Ziyou hurriedly glanced, and even saw many people with gray beards, old faces, but unwilling to look at them, and their backs were sitting quietly in the wooden house, exposing the hands infected by the macula, and gently wiped the smooth and long flat on the wooden table. sword.

Curiosity overwhelmed the depressed mood for a while, and he pulled a small servant outside the door and asked, “Where is this?”

The servant replied respectfully: “Master Hui, this is the entrance of Tian Jue Feng Yang Formation. Those people are all casual cultivators who came to try.”

Xie Ziyou nodded thoughtfully.

He has heard a little about it.

Although the qualification assessment can distinguish the vast majority of geniuses from mediocre ones, any system will inevitably have flaws. In order not to lose sight of these misunderstood geniuses, Xuan Lingzong set up a “Tian Jue Feng Yang Formation”, which is opened with the Fairy Gate Conference every five years. If there are self-taught talents, they will pass this array of seven heavens. It can also be included in the door.

It’s just that it’s difficult and difficult. The servant stayed here all year round, seeing it really—many people, from hanging up to the young, to the sixtieth year, were unable to meet the strict conditions set by the Xuan Lingzong, and finally had to sigh with tears and hold hate. Huangquan.

The servant’s voice was regretful, and there was a lot of compassion in his words. Xie Ziyou felt gloomy when he heard it, and he also gave birth to a few traces of compassion, and couldn’t help but glance at the wooden house a few more times.

At this glance, he even recognized a familiar figure.

In amazement, Xie Ziyou hesitated and said: “Zhao… Ru Hao?”

Hearing the sound, a person in the wooden house turned his head, his eyes dimmed when he saw Xie Ziyou.

Zhao Ruhao seems to be nearly forty years old. The youthfulness between his eyebrows has faded away, and the arc of his proud long eyebrows has also become smooth. His eyes are not as sharp and sharp as they were twenty years ago. Instead, they are like the silent sea floating under the night, calm and distant. , Precipitating decades of light.

He was wearing a neat and simple white gown, his wrists and ankles were fastened with thin ribbons, and his long hair was **** with only a white ribbon. There was no decoration on his body. Even the folding fan of the jade pendant was taken off, only holding one in his hand. A sharp long sword with a sharp handle.

The sword is sharp and sharp, the cold light lingers, and the hilt is also extremely simple, with a string of black and white interlaced tassels hanging.

Xie Ziyou was secretly surprised.

Time really is a big killer, if it weren’t for the extremely similar eyebrows and just looking at his temperament, he would never recognize Zhao Ruhao.

The servant on the side was also very surprised: “Master, do you recognize him?”

Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment, and said softly: “It’s old knowledge.”

“…No wonder.” The servant whispered to Xie Ziyou, “every Fairy Gate Conference, he is always the first to come. Ordinary people rush into the battle, and when they reach their limits, they naturally stop there. Only he refuses to admit defeat. To make myself bruised and bruised, and even unable to stand up a few times, I had to rely on others to help me go down the mountain.”

“Every time I see him look like today and tomorrow, I think he is the last time he has come. I didn’t expect him to come first after five years.”

“Want to come… Is there any reason why you must enter the clan?”

Xie Ziyou looked far away and pondered for a long time.

Through the young man’s snow-pigmented clothing, he seemed to have returned to decades ago when he saw the arrogant young man lying in the dry grass, gnashing his teeth and staring forward, but when the girl looked back, he suddenly bowed his head and pressed his body tightly to the ground. on.

Pursing his mouth, Xie Ziyou suddenly strode into the wooden house and came to Zhao Ruhao’s side.

“Long time no see.” He smiled.

Zhao Ruhao stared at Xie Ziyou fixedly, his eyes paused for a moment on Xie Ziyou’s cheeks, which were still exquisite as before, and suddenly he staggered his gaze.

The young man sighed and said with some envy, “Yes, it’s been a long time.”

“Do you want to see Xu Wan’er?” Xie Ziyou said frankly, “We don’t know that you come every time, otherwise we won’t keep you at the door. You wait, I’ll tell her—”

He didn’t finish his words, but saw Zhao Ruhao’s eyes float, and a sorrowful color was looming, and he shook his head gently.

A name that hasn’t been heard for many years suddenly falls in my heart, and it can still set off thousands of storms.

Decades ago, in the secret realm, the teenager had a big dream.

In his dream, he got his wish and married Xu Wan’er as his wife, but he rarely saw a girl smiling like a flower again. In his dream, he was stupid and stiff-mouthed, always doing wrong things. Although Xu Wan’er didn’t say anything, the loss and sorrow in his eyes increased day by day, heavy, like a thousand feet deep sea, pressing on Zhao Ruhao’s chest.

Why should I treat her like this?

Zhao Ruhao thought blankly, and suddenly thought: Could it be that I treated her like this before?

In Nanke, the ignorant young man grew up in the blink of an eye. He listed the events in his dream one by one, reflected on one by one, and told himself over and over again that he should not do this. He wanted to marry Xu Wan’er and treat Xu Wan’er well.

But when he was excited and rushed out of the Zhao’s door, looking for Xu Wan’er—

The young man stood at a noisy intersection, facing the torrent of hustle and bustle of the street, blankly and dull, not knowing where to go.

At that moment, Zhao Ruhao suddenly woke up.

…Waking up too late.

Zhao Ruhao didn’t want to give up.

He gritted his teeth, spent several years searching for the gate of the Xuanling Sect, and then struggling to find out how to enter the sect-he was finally stopped by the sky and wind.

The hurricane roared, flying sand and rocks, and merged into a torrent.

Before such Tianwei, Zhao Ruhao found that he was like an ant, and could only linger, trying his best to procrastinate.

-But while dragging his scarred body, when he returned from failure, he was caught off guard and heard news of her.

“This is just a small formation that the disciples in the sect usually practice. If you can’t even get through this, how can Xuan Lingzong accept you?”

“At today’s Fairy Gate Conference, the spirit sword fairy Xu Wan’er of the inner courtyard entered the “Sky Covering Formation” and broke out of the formation in only half an hour, and was unharmed, not even a trace of the skirt corner was damaged-that was shaking the world. It’s a big formation. You guys, the difference is too far, so you should be patient to improve your cultivation, don’t always imagine taking shortcuts.”

Spirit sword fairy, Xu Wan’er.

…It turned out that after she left me, she was so outstanding.

Memories are like a sea, deep and bitter.

Inside the wooden house, Zhao Ruhao closed his eyes slightly, then opened them quickly, and asked softly: “How is she… now?”

The voice was very light and cautious, as if holding a precious and fragile crystal glass, and if it was a little loud, he would shatter it.

“How is it?” Xie Ziyou glanced up at the sky and recalled, “It’s pretty good. She is now a sixth-rank intermediate, and she is a well-known little senior sister in the inner courtyard. She picks mountains and rivers with a streamer in one hand, treats others and is gentle, watching the fun with others. It’s not the same as the guys who don’t think things are too big. The Xuan Lingzong likes her very much. After a few years, when she reaches the seventh rank, there is a high probability that she will be able to get an elder Dangdang…”

Zhao Ruhao held his breath and nodded after listening.

“That’s good,” he said.

Xie Ziyou patted Zhao Ruhao’s shoulder in relief, and wrote lightly: “Do you want to see me? I’ll take you into the mountain.”

As he said, he raised his foot and walked out, but after a few steps, there was no footstep behind him.

Xie Ziyou turned his head questioningly, but saw Zhao Ruhao standing quietly, unmoved.

The young man’s expression struggled, and after a moment of freezing, he gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

“Or…it’s gone,” he whispered softly.

After that, he grabbed the long sword, turned to go out, and when he passed by, smiled apologetically at Xie Ziyou, and walked straight down the mountain.

“Hey, the big formation hasn’t opened yet, how did you go?”

The young servant guarding the door was astonished, with his hands around his mouth, shouting loudly: “My son, you won’t break into the battle? I remember the last time you are very close to the Seventh Heaven, and you have made progress in the past five years. The seventh level should be a certainty, it is a pity to give up now!”

“Don’t break!”

A chuckle of relief came from the mountain road.

The white shirt floated, Zhao Ruhao walked like flying.

After taking this step, something was pulled away from him and drifted away in the wind—of course, it could also be buried deep in my heart, waiting for the moonlight night to fall into a dream suddenly.

“This is the last time I have rushed into the battle. I can hear her news. I’m obsessed with it. There is nothing to worry about.”

While walking without looking back, the young man raised his voice and whispered: “My father passed away three years ago. He made a marriage appointment for me before he passed away. Now that the filial piety period has passed, I have no reason to delay… I should go back and get married. .”

Zhao Ruhao’s voice was much lighter, although he was still melancholy, but there was a hint of relief.

After walking a few steps, his feet were slightly stagnant, and he looked back at Xie Ziyou and said loudly, “Thank you.”

Xie Ziyou didn’t know what to say, so she smiled.

He has been watching Zhao Ruhao go down the mountain, his long back disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Not long after that, two other people walked slowly along the mountain road.

One person has a vigorous pace, a star-like eye, handsome and elegant in black, with a high-spirited spirit; the other person has a delicate pink skirt, his skin is like snow, peach cheeks are smiling, and his temperament is elegant and moving.

Even far away, Xie Ziyou recognized the familiar figure early.

He looked at Xu Wan’er’s clear posture, feeling a little for a while, but immediately remembered the matter of accepting a disciple, his face went dark.

Xu Wan’er’s facial features gradually faded out in Xie Ziyou’s eyes and turned into another girl who couldn’t see the eyebrows clearly. At this moment, consciousness is best at auto-filling, quickly picking one out of the many smiling faces in front of the mountain gate, and forcibly placing it on Xu Wan’er’s outline.

…Yeah, so angry.

Xie Ziyou grinds his teeth quietly, but he wants to pretend to be calm and gentle, and said lightly: “Xie Heng, aren’t you accepting disciples? Why are you here?”

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” Xie Heng smiled like a warm breeze, with a gentle voice, “My apprentice, of course, is also your apprentice. Youyou, there are some rosters here, look, do you look pleasing?”

“Let me pick?” Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback.

He took the roster suspiciously, flipped two pages, and suddenly discovered that, regardless of aptitude and temperament, most of the young girls in this roster were ordinary in appearance, far inferior to the ones he had walked all the way and saw in front of the mountain gate.

-Xie Heng must have screened a wave first, sifting out all the glamorous and handsome.

Thinking of this, Xie Ziyou felt warm in his heart and suddenly wanted to laugh again.

He lowered his eyelids, turned his eyes slightly, raised his finger at a handsome young man on the roster, and smiled: “How about this? Small eyes are squinted, so cute.”

Xie Heng’s complexion became stiff, he walked forward quickly, and glanced at the booklet with his probe.

Putting down the pamphlet, he shook his head repeatedly: “It’s okay, okay. As mentioned above, this kid has a dull personality. Although he has good roots and poor comprehension, he may become the kind you said in the future…what is it, high scores and low energy?”

Xie Ziyou pointed to another person.

“This girl is fine, she has a pretty face without makeup, and she is a peerless little beauty with a little makeup.”

“…Beautiful is easy to provoke trouble, you can turn it over again.”

“Eh, this natural strange power, is a body-building wizard? Not bad, not bad, this kid should be a good figure, is there a mermaid line with eight pack abs?”

“…Youyou, we are apprentices, not drafts!”

Xie Heng’s wry smile drifted in the mountain breeze.

Xu Wan’er looked at it with a smile, while taking out a circle from her sleeve and passing it into the hand of the servant in front of the wooden house.

Not wanting to disturb husband Xie Heng, she took the servant to the side of the wooden house, and whispered: “From today on, I will be responsible for the Tianjuefeng of each Fairy Gate Conference. Tell me, these people Are there any better seedlings in there, as long as the qualifications are acceptable, mainly because of the tenacious temperament and determination, which has been like a day for decades…”

The servants repeatedly said yes, pointing to the people in the wooden house and approaching Xu Wan’er one by one.

When his fingertips swept across the place where Zhao Ruhao had been sitting still, he was slightly stagnant.

…But quickly turned to the next person.

The pause time was so short that Xu Wan’er didn’t realize it was different, she just listened attentively, bowing her head from time to time to record something.

The warm day melted, and the wind climbed up the mountain and swept across the valley, with a hint of peach blossoms.