Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

At the foot of Xiaoyue Mountain Villa, the snow was thick and the wind was biting.

Chu Yun and the others had been waiting here for nearly half an hour, but had not received anyone.

"I told my brother long ago that the heavy snow would block the roads and Mo Xing wouldn't be here so early, but he wouldn't listen and insisted that we come early. It's so cold, we're freezing to death!" Xiao Lin couldn't help but complain.

Gu Huaizhi gently scolded, "Ah Lin, Mo Xing is a distinguished guest, don't speak so recklessly."

Xiao Lin lowered his eyes and said, "Oh."

The boy looked listless, pouting. The older boy was very unhappy and didn't stand properly. He leaned against a stone pillar at the foot of the mountain, his left leg straight and his right leg crossed over his left.

Although he is unreliable, he wouldn't be this unruly; there must be a reason.

Chu Yun asked in confusion, "You seem so unhappy. Did you have a falling out with Mo Xing?"

Xiao Lin lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Gu Huaizhi chimed in, "When he was young, he didn't want to learn swordsmanship. Instead, he admired the boxing style of Qingshan Temple. He was angry with his family for a long time. Finally, he got the chance to participate in the selection of Qingshan Temple disciples with Mo Xing. Unfortunately, he couldn't beat them and came back in disgrace."

Xiao Lin suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide with resentment, "Brother Gu!"

He tried to save face, saying, "It's all because Mo Xing is such a prodigy!"

This person is the most easily scolded. No sooner had Xiao Lin finished speaking than a disciple's voice came from behind him, "Look!"

Everyone looked intently and saw a figure approaching from afar across the vast snowfield.

The newcomer was dressed in a cassock, with delicate features and picturesque eyes. He looked like a young man, but his face still had a touch of childishness. Yet, despite his young age, he possessed a refined and otherworldly air.

With a string of Buddhist prayer beads wrapped around her wrist, her hands clasped together, her brows lowered and eyes closed, she resembled a pure, untouched snowflake, blending seamlessly into the icy world, seemingly from a different world than Chu Yun and the others.

Just looking at him, it's as if you can hear the chanting of Buddhist hymns and smell the fragrance of sandalwood.

Such a delicate and ethereal person left everyone in awe.

Even Xiao Lin, who was naturally at odds with Mo Xing, had to admit that Mo Xing had a stronger affinity for Buddhism and was more suited to Qingshan Temple.

Gu Huaizhi was the first to react, and strode forward to greet Mo Xing.

"Master Mo Xing, I am so sorry for not greeting you properly."

Mo Xing stopped and stood in front of Gu Huaizhi. "Amitabha, Benefactor Gu, how have you been?"

The others realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to greet Mo Xing.

Xiao Lin, as the main person in charge, naturally couldn't hide in the back. He bowed to Mo Xing and said, "My elder brother is unable to move around easily, so he specially sent me to welcome Master Mo Xing. Master Mo Xing must be tired from your journey. Guest rooms have already been prepared in the manor. Please come in."

His tone was respectful, without a trace of his previous resentment. Although Xiao Lin was young and impulsive, he could still be relied on at times.

Mo Xing: "Thank you for your kindness, Benefactor Xiao. This humble monk thanks you."

"Master Mo Xing, please." Xiao Lin said with a smile.

Mo Xing had barely taken a step when an unexpected turn of events occurred.

"Monk, we've known each other for a while now, how could you be so heartless as to leave me behind like this!" A voice came from somewhere, and as soon as the words were spoken, a dark figure darted out and landed steadily under the manor's signboard, blocking everyone's way into the mountain.

The newcomer was a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in black with two swords hanging at his waist. His jet-black hair was tied in a high ponytail. He was neat and clean-cut, with a powerful aura, like a sharpened sword, unstoppable.

Upon seeing him, Gu Huaizhi's eyes suddenly darkened.

Mo Xing remained expressionless, only lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

Xiao Lin looked at Mo Xing and asked, "Do you know him?"

Mo Xing shook his head.

Upon seeing this, the boy in black couldn't help but wail, his voice filled with resentment, "Monk, you're too heartless!"

The young man in black had blocked their way for no reason and spoke incoherently, so Xiao Lin naturally couldn't tolerate him. He raised his voice and questioned, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

The young man in black raised an eyebrow. "I thought Xiao Yue Manor was such a law-abiding and righteous sect in the martial arts world, but it turns out they're nothing special. They even allow their disciples to ask others' names at will without first introducing themselves."

His tone was absolutely impolite.

Xiao Lin's expression darkened slightly. After a long pause, he finally said, "I am Xiao Lin from Xiao Yue Manor. May I ask your name, young hero?"

"That's more like it!" commented the young man in black, then said, "I am Chu Wenshu, and I belong to no sect or school."

"So it's Young Hero Chu. May I ask what brings you here? Master Mo Xing doesn't recognize you, so it seems you've come to the wrong person." Xiao Lin's tone was unfriendly, almost as if he wanted to kick him out.

Chu Wenshu sneered, "The monk may not recognize me, but others will. Don't you think so, Young Master Gu?"

Young Master Gu!

Of all the people present, there was only one young master Gu.

Xiao Lin looked surprised and glanced at Gu Huaizhi beside him. "Brother Gu, do you know him?"

Gu Huaizhi, who hadn't spoken since Chu Wenshu appeared, shifted his gaze slightly, staring intently at Chu Wenshu, as if answering Xiao Lin's question, "I know him."

*

Inside the hall, Xiao Lin had a bellyful of questions. He hadn't had a chance to say them on the way, but now that he was finally back on his own turf, he was completely uninhibited. "Brother Gu, who exactly is this Chu Wenshu? How do you know him? And how did you let him into the manor? Also, I always feel there's something strange between him and Mo Xing. What's going on?"

A barrage of questions rained down on Gu Huaizhi, but he didn't notice that Xiao Qi'an, sitting at the head of the table drinking tea, slightly curled his fingers when he heard the name Chu Wenshu.

"Alright, Ah Lin, with so many questions, how is Huai Zhi supposed to answer them? Calm down and let Huai Zhi explain slowly," Xiao Qi'an advised.

Xiao Lin: "Yes."

That's what he said, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Huaizhi, demanding an explanation from him.

Gu Huaizhi smiled helplessly, “He is a friend I met when I was practicing medicine. He is quite knowledgeable in medicine. He came to Xiaoyue Manor to discuss medical techniques at my invitation. I have already told your brother about this. He said in his letter that he would arrive in half a month. I didn’t expect him to come so soon.”

After a pause, Gu Huaizhi added, "As for his relationship with Master Mo Xing, I really don't know. If you're interested, you might as well ask Mo Xing."

“Huai Zhi did indeed say he wanted to invite a friend to the manor,” Xiao Qi’an said at the opportune moment.

Hearing them say this, Xiao Lin, even if he still had doubts, had nothing to say. "Then I am relieved."

"Alright, you've had a long journey down the mountain, go back and rest," Xiao Qi'an said.

"Yes, elder brother, Brother Gu, I'll take my leave now."

He bowed respectfully, naturally missing the exchange of glances between his elder brother and Gu Huaizhi, clearly indicating that they were hiding something from him.

As soon as Xiao Lin left, Xiao Qi'an's expression turned completely cold, and his tone was extremely harsh, "Chu Wenshu's behavior is far too eccentric!"