Hidden Man [Transmigration Book]

Thinking of the detailed description of his death in the original text, Ye Zixi felt chills all over. Fortunately, the original owner has only been in office for three months, and he hasn't done anything outrageous yet...

The so-called Demon Cult, formerly known as the Floating Luo Cult, is actually not a Demon Cult in the true sense, it just originated from a foreign land and was tolerated by many martial arts sects, but they didn't have too much enmity, so they managed to get along peacefully at first Until the current leader, Ye Zixi, took office.

His father, Ye Han, became obsessed with practicing kung fu. Although the lifespan of the past lords was not long, such a short life is rare. He died when Ye Zixi was 16 years old.

As for Yan's Heart Sutra this time, it was Ye Zixi's impromptu idea after hearing about it by accident. At this time, the Demon Sect hadn't killed so wantonly. It just arrested Yan's people and locked them in the dungeon. There were too many embarrassments, and no one was killed.

Therefore, what he is facing now is not a dead end, as long as he handles it properly, there is still time.

"Reporting to the leader, you said last time that Yan's Heart Sutra is quite famous in the martial arts, and I hope to have a chance to see it, so..." The next person spoke under pressure, trying to explain, but only got more contemptuous ridicule .

"So you just offer such a piece of rubbish to this deity? Heh... Forget it, I don't blame you for not being good at martial arts. I'm not interested in this thing. If there are really descendants who have won the true inheritance of the Yan family, they can't do ten tricks at all. It seems that these The so-called Central Plains martial arts unique knowledge, but that's all..."

"Send the things back, and let the person go. Remember to be polite. Don't let those so-called martial arts decent think that I, the Fuluo Sect, are a bunch of uncivilized barbarians. I can't afford to lose that person!"

The man listened to the order and got up, but was called out by Ye Zixi when he was about to walk out the door, "By the way, what I don't want is what I don't want. Heh... you should know the consequences!"

His words are by no means alarmist. Although he has not experienced it personally, he has to make more plans after reading a lot of TV dramas and novels.

Otherwise, maybe one day, a big black pot will fall from the sky, and you won't be able to shake it off even if you want to.

As soon as this remark came out, some people who were still a little ready to move suddenly lost their minds.

They really never imagined that this little leader, who had only been in office for a few months and had never had any experience, would consider things so carefully and carefully!

That is Yan's Heart Sutra that makes the entire Central Plains martial arts flock to it!

The Yan family is mainly born in the world, and they are quite prestigious in the martial arts, not only because they are indifferent to fame and fortune, and never participate in martial arts disputes, but also because the head of the Yan family repelled the attacks of foreign people with one enemy and a thousand. prestige.

The astonishing Changhong Yijian naturally attracted everyone to flock to it. Everyone wanted to see its true face, and even compete with each other. Even if they had taught the Fuluo Heart Sutra passed down through the ages, they always wanted to be prepared.

Originally, I wanted to find a chance to print it, but now, there is no chance...

Ye Zixi doesn't care about the twists and turns in the hearts of the people below. He, the hairless leader, can't convince the crowd at all now, and he doesn't have much majesty, but the rules must be erected from the beginning, and his momentum must not be short , become that soft persimmon that is easy to handle.

After temporarily solving a big problem, Ye Zixi returned to his bedroom, and there was no one around, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was really not easy for him to play such a decisive, ruthless and arrogant young man. Fortunately, he threw out this hot potato. As for whether Yan Shi has the ability to keep it later, it has nothing to do with him.

"Are you asleep?" However, before he could relax for a few seconds, there was another knock on the door, and he sat up straight in an instant in shock, half leaning against the edge of the bed, holding the book that was brought over from the bed in his hand, A casual look.

This is what Liyue saw when she opened the door and came in. Her eyes softened a little, she walked to the table, turned up the candle with scissors, and said softly, "Be careful with the time, and be careful not to hurt your eyes."

The completely different tone and attitude from the one in the hall just now made Ye Zixi's heart ache. He tried his best to recall, and managed to find some specific information about this Zuo protector.

Liyue, formerly known as Shen Liyue, was born in a poor family. When she was a child, she was sold into a brothel by her biological father and died, but was brought back by Ye Han, who just happened to go there to perform a mission.

And then Ye Zixi's birth and his father Yehan's retreat from time to time made her put all her mind on this child. It can almost be said that she watched him grow up. She can be regarded as half mother and half sister, that is, him. There are only two people in this world who you can trust with all your heart.

Such a person is good, but to Ye Zixi, he is like a scorpion, which may expose his fake at any time, and he can't imagine how Liyue, who cares so much about the original owner, will deal with him, a dove The guy from the magpie's nest...

So even though the beauty is in front of her now, with lowered eyebrows and a gentle expression, in his eyes, she looks like Yama who is threatening his life.

The flickering candlelight behind her twisted her shadow into a strange pattern, which was terrifying.

"What's the matter?" Ye Zixi lowered his voice as much as possible, and his tone was as usual, but the room was too quiet, and his slightly heavy breathing still leaked out.

Li Yue paused for a moment before slowly opening her mouth to say, "It's Ling Yang's turn to inspect this month. I don't know if you will go with me. The subordinates should make arrangements first."

inspection?

Ye Zixi narrowed his eyes. The Fuluo Sect has been in the Central Plains for nearly 60 years. It is natural that it can successfully gain a foothold and gain a place. Among them, the most inseparable are the industrial and information centers opened everywhere. They are the basis for this sect to settle down.

So every few months, I will take turns to inspect, beat and encourage, or catch a moth or two.

But usually, the leader doesn't need to personally ask about this matter, at most it just sends some people around to collect the bill, that's all, so Liyue just asks routinely.

Ye Zixi was silent for a moment, nodded in response, and did not explain anything to Shang Liyue's rare surprised eyes.

He was a newcomer, and the memory of the original owner was ineffective, and he couldn't recall it for a long time. He still needed to experience and understand all kinds of things, otherwise it would be difficult to integrate.

Li Yue responded softly, without saying anything else, took the initiative to take over the work of the maid, made the bed for him, and extinguished an oil lamp, the instantly dimmed light softened her slightly sharp lines, really Like the older sister in my memory, the skillful movements seemed to have been done thousands of times, and she still didn't forget to tell, "You'd better go to bed early, otherwise you will inevitably have a headache when you ride the carriage tomorrow."

Until he was left alone in the room again, Ye Zixi hadn't recovered from the daze. The experience of this day was really too exciting for him.

He lived in a mediocre way for more than 20 years. Once he traveled through time, it was like being in a dream, and he still feels unreal to this day.

But whether it's the glaring red dress on his body, the soft brocade quilt under him, or the room full of retro flavors, they all remind him of his situation, and it seems that there is no other way but to settle down when it comes.

Lying down on the bed a little depressed, he gently patted the book in his hand on his forehead, which was a normal move, but he heard a loud "tearing" sound, which shocked him to sit up instantly.

He only saw countless fragments of paper slipping from his body and falling on the bed, which was set off by the bright red brocade quilt, which was extremely dazzling.

Ye Zixi frowned slightly, recalling the teacup that he accidentally crushed during the day, then got up and walked to the table, the four cups were neatly placed on the table, picked up one at random, and exerted a little force with his thumb and forefinger , With a "crack bang", the white jade cup shattered instantly and fell to the ground, making a piercing ding-dong sound, accompanied by the sound of shards colliding with each other.

Natural power?

Or……

Ye Zixi, the leader of the Demon Cult, has treacherous and unfathomable martial arts.When he first appeared on the stage, the "Floating Heart Sutra" had already been cultivated to the seventh level, and there were few opponents in the Jianghu. There are even rumors that when he cultivated to the ninth level, he could gather energy and use it as a blade to kill people invisible...

From this point of view, he may have taken advantage of a huge advantage, but he didn't know how to do it. He was really... violent...

Awakened by the maid the next day, Ye Zixi sighed almost inaudibly when she opened her eyes to the familiar room and decoration, she couldn't tell whether it was regret or relief, Shi Shiran got out of bed and changed her clothes.

This woman seemed to be the same as yesterday, so Ye Zixi asked casually, "What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, she froze all over, and suddenly fell to her knees and kowtowed desperately.

There was a muffled sound, and he could even feel a slight tremor under his feet, and he frowned instantly.

"Damn the servant girl! Please forgive me, please forgive me!..."

The sound of weeping in a crying voice made people's hearts tremble, full of despair and panic, and soon there were obvious bloodstains on the ground.

"Get up!" Ye Zixi's eyebrows twitched, his face darkened, and his heart panicked.

He didn't expect the prestige of the original body to be so deep, just a random question, like the doomsday approaching, he first got rid of three souls and seven souls, one can imagine how cruel he is on weekdays.

Hong Xiu finally stopped moving, put his hands on the ground, slowly stood up from the ground, staggered for a moment, his whole body was trembling slightly, desperately trying to roll himself into a ball.

If there is a seam in the ground at this time, I am afraid that I will get into it immediately.

Ye Zixi resisted the urge to help her, turned around and sat back in front of the bronze mirror, reached out and brushed up her long, shiny black hair like a waterfall, worrying.

He didn't expect this girl to help him comb his hair, but this...is too long, right?

Can it really not be cut?

This ancient man went to the toilet...

Isn't it very inconvenient?

The author has something to say:

Although if you treat me with long hair reaching my waist, it would be nice to marry me...

But it is said that...

Long hair reaches waist, so why do you want to flirt...