[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

So, where did Chu Song fall?

Although it is said that he will never return after leaving the teacher's mission, in fact he is still in this Qingwei sect.

The green haze surrounds the main peak, and the green cypresses are lush. The head's residence is not like that of Chu Songluo, a poor swordsman, but of course painted beams and carved buildings. The main hall is simple and elegant, and has its own style.

Xuan Bo came out from the corridor at both sleeves, walking slowly around the mountain as if strolling in the garden, and saw a stone tablet half buried in the mountain on the mountainside, which seemed to be very old, eroded by wind and rain, and the writing was blurred.

This monument is named Yanshan.

The inkstone stele leads to Siguo Cliff in the school.

It is rumored that in this stele there is a great righteousness left by the elders. Those who commit crimes are condemned to think about their mistakes. They often cry when they see this stele and regret their actions. Penance.

Xuan Bo was holding the head order, so naturally he couldn't feel the power of the Yanshan Monument.

Because the Yanshan stele hurts people's minds and destroys people's prestige, it is just to make those disciples unable to see through it. The so-called Siguo Cliff is just a phantom array built by relying on a cave.

The phantom array suppresses a demon, and lives by sucking people's bitterness, worry, and evil thoughts; the formation method converts the cultivation level obtained by this demon into the energy that maintains the phantom array.Therefore, as long as a disciple enters this door, as long as he has not truly reflected on his mistakes, he will not be able to get out of this illusion of the cliff of thinking.

The arranger of this formation can be described as exquisite and ingenious.

If there was no such person, Xuan Bo thought that Si Guo Ya would be invincible.

Xuan Bo looked at the man bound deep in the cave by the black iron chains.

Xuanzhi.

It has been five years since he was imprisoned here, without being able to see the sky every day, and no one communicates with anyone except himself, but this illusion has never been triggered once.

That is to say, he has no complaints or sins in his heart, nor any worries, sorrows and indignations, as if he is tortured here every day, which is no different from offering him jade liquid wine and bright lamp scented tea.

Is there such a clear person in the world?

Chu Songluo did not open his eyes.

It seemed that he already knew that Xuan Bo was here, and also knew what he was going to do, so there was no disturbance in his heart.

Xuan Bo only felt a burst of nameless fire welling up in his heart.

Why doesn't he look at me?Why is he unwilling to submit to me?

Everyone is weak, everyone is tired, why is he the only one who can be so clear?

However, the more clear and pure he is, the more Xuan Bo has the urge to damage his cleanliness.He slowly took out the whip that was carefully forged with the sinews of the flood dragon, he did not use spiritual power, but purely relied on his own arm strength, and aimed at the man who was hung on the wall, he whipped it down with surly thoughts!

There was a "snap".

The skin on the chest, which had become fairer due to not seeing the sun for a long time, was immediately ripped apart, and blood gradually oozes out.

When Xuan Bo saw it, he felt as if it was imposed on him. It was very painful, but also strangely refreshing.

He asked somewhat pitifully and maliciously: "Brother, you are naked, and you are being whipped, and you still don't move a single thought. Have you gotten used to the caress of senior brother?"

Chu Songluo actually didn't feel any pain.

Perhaps it is because strictly speaking, he is no longer a human being, so apart from restless longing and pain from the soul, physical pain will be automatically transformed into "knowledge" for him.

The function of pain itself is to make people feel the danger, but Chu Songluo can directly know his own pain, so he doesn't care about the process of pain.

So he opened his eyes expressionlessly, his eyes deep as a pond: "Since the short brown dress is no different from me, why should I lose my Dao heart for the three-foot fabric?"

Xuan Bo smiled distortedly.

"Junior brother has always been extremely intelligent, even self-defense is very good at bypassing the center of gravity."

Chu Songluo remained silent.

From Xuan Bo's point of view, even though he was humiliated like this, Xuan Zhi's complexion remained unchanged, his eyebrows and eyes were like black ink, and his long hair was pouring down like a crow's feathers. The contrast with the dark rock wall forms a different suggestive color, which makes his lean and powerful body full of original tension.That face, which seemed to never know the seven emotions and six desires of the world, also made Xuan Bo want to paint his behavior with the color of lust.

Thinking of the secret he discovered, he couldn't help laughing softly.

"Junior brother is not talking at the moment, don't you know your body, but you are very good at talking."

He stretched out his hand to gently caress Chu Songluo's cheek, with an attitude as if treating a peerless treasure, and maliciously attached his lips to his neck artery, as if devouring and feeling the flow of his blood.

In such ambiguous movements, he was satisfied to see his junior brother frowning in pain and forbearance, and his body gradually responded.

The more emotional he was, the more silent he was, as if suppressing his own reaction in a muffled voice.The body is incomparably thirsty.Xuan Bo felt that he could not restrain his thirst anymore.

He certainly wants to possess his junior, but he is afraid that if this sword-like person is broken, he will never return; besides, if it is him, Xuan Bo is willing to lie down.It's a pity that the Goddess has a heart, no matter whether his attitude is tough or soft, Xuanzhi is still the king Xiang who is as cold as a sword.

Xuan Bo said suddenly: "It's going to be the Spring Festival and the Autumn Competition, Junior Brother—tell me, I will also bring in your little apprentice who is holding in the palm of my hand to be your companion, okay?"

Chu Songluo deliberately shook his mind.

The dank cave suddenly turned into a high cliff, and he was in danger.

The shock and panic in Xuan Zhi's eyes obviously pleased Xuan Bo.

He slowly took off his robe, stretched his arms around his slender waist, and whispered in his ear: "Isn't my ruthless swordsmanship already ruined? Why don't you satisfy your painstaking efforts for so many years?" Just beg, maybe, if I am satisfied, I will be able to let you go out to meet your dear disciple."

He saw Xuanzhi close his eyes deeply, then open them again, the cliff turned into a cave again, and his voice was dry and bitter: "...how to do it?"

Xuan Bo felt that the emotion of jealousy and resentment was so wrong more than once.

Because what he clearly wanted was to defile him, so there was a lot of excitement in his heart, but on the surface he just smiled and untied the chain, and used the tip of his tongue to test the man's desire.

"Come and hug me."

The man didn't say a word, his complexion was frosty, but he acted violently driven by desire.

**

Chu Songluo was still very satisfied.

Always relying on the right hand is still uncomfortable, and the act of actively going whoring will be regarded as a violation of this ascetic face.

So it seems that Xuan Bo, the head of the sect, imprisoned him, but in fact Chu Songluo didn't care about his cultivation, nor did he care about such a short loss of freedom.

He just couldn't stand the situation where he was the only one who felt uncomfortable every time there was physical contact, so he intentionally exposed this flaw for Xuan Bo to see.

Sure enough, the other party tricked him to go out in the name of the teacher's mission. He deliberately put down all defenses and woke up in this cave.

From time to time, Xuanbo would come to tease him, and when it was over, he would help him soothe his restlessness. It was a perfect one-stop service.

Although Xuan Bo has the appearance of a middle-aged man, his brows are gentle and he looks quite bookish, not to mention that there are very few immortal cultivators who are ugly. Chu Songluo is not picky at all, so he doesn't care about this issue.

In the end, Chu Songluo didn't reject the fact that he was able to hit the home plate, but was very happy.This kind of home plate that is judged as passive will not affect his image, so it is not a loss at all to open this time.

It's just worrying about whether to follow the original track first, let Yu Yanbai be plotted against by others, or to find another way?

However, there have been too many changes in Yu Yanbai's body in this life, and I'm afraid most of them will still ask for other ways to come back.

What's more, even if Yu Yanbai was assassinated successfully, because Chu Songluo was in a strong state, even if he got involved, he might be judged as violating the rules, and Yu Yanbai might hate him at that time. ——The route of deep sadomasochism is too tiring to walk, it's better to make another plan.

After thinking about the plan, he also thought that he should have lost Yuanyang now, and because of the wavering of the ruthless sword, it was reasonable that his cultivation base should drop a little bit.

He grabbed the Nascent Soul in his consciousness without hesitation, and the small, golden Chu Songluo seemed to feel the crisis and was struggling desperately, but his limbs were torn off by the hands of the soul, and burned to ashes.

The villain screamed silently in pain, and then his body melted and reappeared in the shape of the Nascent Soul, but it looked lighter in color, as if he was dying, and sat powerlessly with his eyes closed above the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Songluo didn't pay attention to the injured "knowledge".

He felt it for a while. The cultivation base he displayed at this moment should look like he was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he seemed to be seriously injured and extremely weak.

He opened his eyes and stood up, waving his hand.

As if time had just begun to flow at this moment, the well-dressed Xuan Bo finally put down his hands, and asked with a gentle smile as always: "Junior brother seems to be seriously injured, should I go to my nephew?"

There seemed to be a hint of impatience between Chu Song's eyebrows, but these emotions were frozen and covered up by the ice-like tone, "Thank you for the clothes, senior brother, and Xuanzhi will leave."

"Junior brother doesn't even know what's going on outside, so how can I carry out my master's entrustment if I'm so reckless?"

As Xuan Bo spoke, he was about to reach out to lift up a strand of hair hanging down for him, but his hand was swung away.With a crisp sound, he was surprised and amused to hear the man say in a deep voice, "Brother, please respect yourself."

Xuanchang heaved a long sigh, and spoke softly as if he really tolerated his senior brother, "Senior brother, in order to make my junior brother happy, even willing to lay down on you, but I don't know which step I took wrong, but it made my junior hate me so much."

Seeing that Xuan Zhi's expression became more frosty, as if it was about to freeze, he said solemnly as if his heart was really broken: "The spring test is over, and the disciples of all sects have already gone to the Piaomatai to prepare for the autumn. Forget it. I lied that my junior brother’s life card was unstable, so I went to find you, but now my junior brother has no choice but to go with me.”

**

Talent is a thorn.

Talented people will always realize that they are different from the mediocre people because of this dark thorn, they will always run, and they will always be reminded to move forward by subtle pain.

You can pretend you don't know, but when you realize it, nothing but shines.

Yu Yanbai didn't care about the talent in his previous life, but this life poked him in great pain and made him shine in the crowd.

Most of the other disciples were brothers and sisters of the same sect, in groups of twos and threes, some chatted loudly and laughed, or talked in low voices, but he was alone and did not belong to this group.It is even more so when he won the first place in the spring test.

Being alone is not necessarily lonely.Along the way, he often looked at the sea of ​​clouds and distant mountains from the corner of the flying boat, and sometimes he could hear girls discussing with some sympathy, saying that he had joined an unkind ice cube, and even though he was in a superior position, he might not be able to live well. Very poor.Some people also say that he thinks highly of himself, thinking that he is so great, but in fact it is not because the resources of true disciples are abundant and cultivation is easier.And so on and so forth.

When they arrived at Piaomatai, it was already evening that day, and the boy who led the way asked them to stay first, and then go to visit with people from other factions on another day.

——That's right, not only are their heads absent, but even the most famous real person Xuanzhi, Chu Songluo, has not heard from him for five years. , even Yu Yanbai himself was going to despair.

However, he himself had many doubts, but he could not tolerate other people's assertions.

So when a young man from the Changqing faction stood in front of him and made a lot of provocations, he didn't care.

So when the young man began to assert, "Xuanzhi has fallen! Otherwise, he was plundered by some monster...", he stopped and looked at that person coldly.

The air condensed for a moment.

Because he has never liked to make friends, no one in Qingwei faction helped him to distinguish them before.At this time, it was the senior brother Ping Han from the previous life who came forward and said: "Forget it, let's take a step back; the elder is not here, don't hurt the peace because of a little quarrel."

Yu Yanbai, No. 1 of the generation of new disciples of Qingwei Sect, is famous for his beautiful appearance.

However, when he pulled out the sword expressionlessly, a sense of coldness made Pinghan take two steps back involuntarily.

However, the reaction of the body cannot be concealed by becoming angry. He has always done a good job on the surface, so he pretended to be gentle and "understood the younger brother's decision", smiled sarcastically, and added: "Well, since the younger brother has made up his mind, we must pay attention to it." measure."

Yu Yanbai glanced at the coward and didn't say much, but turned his head and looked at the Changqing sect disciple in front of him seriously.

"Report your name."

He said, "Xuanzhi's disciple Yu Yanbai wants to fight you."

The handsome young man suddenly smiled slightly, "Look how desperate you are to have such a rotten mouth."