He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The breeze blew across the clear water, turning stillness into movement, and the sound of cranes shuttled through the empty mountains and forests, and crossed the river, like a fairy sound from outside the world.

"Old Qin, that pot of tea just now was overnight tea?" He Xichen pressed his cheek against the cold stone table, sitting or not, casually.The bun on the head was messy, and the jade crown with the hair was falling down, as if it would fall to the ground in the next moment.

"Not bad, does it still suit your taste?" Qin Danyou sat on the stone stool, crossed his legs, and took a puff of cigarette happily.

He Xichen pondered for a while, then seriously replied: "It's a bit colder, but it's okay, and it won't spoil your stomach."

"You're really easy to support." Qin Danyou laughed out loud, gloating, "What's the matter, you're so tired, you're driven here for stealing things?"

He Xichen took out a crumpled miscellaneous book from his pocket, threw it to him without even reading it, and said, "Put the shit on your sage Kong Dasheng!"

"Xianchen'er, dare to be brave! It will appear that you are guilty if you refer to the sage Kong Dasheng. The sage also farts. This fart is the turbidity of human beings. It is best to evacuate it. It is the Taishang Sanqing, too. You can fart." Qin Danyou didn't mind that the Taoist leader talked about the sages arbitrarily, and he spit all over himself.

"The heart belongs to fire, the lungs belong to metal, the liver belongs to wood, the spleen belongs to earth, and the kidneys belong to water. These are the five elements. Those who walk, move qi along the sky. Life restrains circulation, and the movement is endless, and the way of heaven and earth is endless. Only When the breath is smooth, it is not for the destiny to abandon it. "Fart" is disliked by its sound and smell, how innocent it is! "He shook his head emotionally.

If Xun Ye heard such high-spirited and convincing nonsense, he would definitely beat Qin Danyou into a persimmon!Xun Ye is one of the great Confucian scholars in Jixia Academy, he is the most self-restraining, upright and upright, and he has never been able to get along with this bad old man.

"Old Qin, let's talk about it, it's none of my business if it gets to Mr. Xun's ears." He Xichen said with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm sure I won't be the first to spare you!" Qin Danyou flipped through the book clattering, and finally stopped on the page of Zuowangfeng, "You don't plan to accept apprentices? Every year, only You are the most desolate and lonely on Sitting Wangfeng."

He Xichen propped his head up with one hand, and said lazily: "My little apprentice is still unwilling to show up before the fate has come. Look at my master, didn't you wait for me for hundreds of years?  … Qin, my bun is untied, please help me retie it."

Qin Danyou glared at him, and scolded: "Such a big man can't even tie his hair, what are he doing?" Saying this, he still put the cigarette rod on the table, got up and walked behind He Xichen, The hairpin on the jade crown was pulled out, and three thousand black hairs immediately fell down on the back.

"I'm just so tired." He Xichen's hand quietly touched the long purple wood tobacco rod on the table, and a bright yellow cigarette pouch hung on the rod, which was bulging.

Qin Danyou glanced at him, but didn't care, just said: "'Liuhuo Suzaku' is very spicy, don't choke. ""Liuhuo Suzaku" is a rare tobacco in Central Continent. Its output is only a dozen catties a year, and even he can only have two or three bags of it. "Haven't you met a big ion? He has been exhausted for the past few months and is still thinking about it." I will prepare a ball of bright green for you."

He Xichen licked the green jade cigarette holder, and the sweet, bitter and pungent breath swirled in his throat, slowly flowing out between his pale lips and teeth: "I met...but I wanted to avoid listening to Monk Chan—that boy from Leiyin Temple, I didn't talk to him much." His eyelids drooped leisurely, half covering his dark and deep eyes, and he replied in an erratic voice.

"Haha, let me tell you, it turned out that I met Ting Chan! You were told to provoke him back then, but now it's good. You didn't get the life of Yishui Xiange, but you made yourself ashamed. Are you in a panic? Are you uncomfortable? "

"Unfortunate, the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney are all very uncomfortable!" He Xichen sighed and exhaled a puff of lingering smoke, which was like a dream, and was blown away by the breeze on the Kuaizai Pavilion in an instant.

The two of them shared a lake of mountains and rivers and a little bit of awe-inspiring spirit, and you and I drank the herbal tea from the previous night.The purple wood tobacco rods are circulating in their hands, and the pipes filled with "Rising Fire Suzaku" are slowly thinning out, and they chat from the clear blue sky to the sunset on the western mountains while puffing out the clouds.

"Oh, I love you so much!" Qin Dan raised his pipe belatedly and patted He Xichen's forehead, "If you don't learn well, you will learn badly, go have tea with the big ion, come here to spoil my tobacco dry Well!"

"Half and half, Lao Qin, can't you help it too?" He Xichen was so addicted to cigarettes, he narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard that Beiming's "White Dragon Breaks the Devil" is also very exciting, just wait, I will see you tomorrow." I'll go pick some for you. "

Qin Danyou rolled his eyes, and spat at him: "Go! The Golden Terrace is coming soon, don't wander around! By the time, Da Ion should return to the bamboo forest. You know the way, go there by yourself, and don't bother me here!"

"Wow, there are not many people bullying me in Zuowang Peak? Other sects have their own special courtyards, and I have to squeeze a bed with Da Ion alone? You are familiar with Lao Qin!" He Xichen pretended Not happy, but was kicked by Qin Danyou: "Who dares to bully you to sit on Wangfeng? Let you live alone and you have to tear down the yard in the middle of the night, get away! Don't be an eyesore to me all day long!"

He Xichen laughed loudly, fluttered his sleeves, and flew up like fallen leaves on the wind, making tiny ripples on the river, and swept towards the depths of the bamboo forest.Qin Danyou looked at his back as he left lightly, and couldn't help smiling knowingly.

The Kuaizaiting of two people can be called happy and joyful, but the Kuaizaiting alone is somewhat indescribably lonely and quiet.

Qin Danyou closed his eyes and sucked the last mouthful of the burning Suzaku, and couldn't help sighing: "Junior Brother Xun, you can come out now." There were waves in the void, and the uninvited old man in yellow slowly appeared: " That kid He Xichen just left?"

"Why ask such nonsense."

Xun Ye snorted coldly, and his gray beard trembled: "It's a pity, he should practice Confucianism, he is suitable for it." He sat down calmly, took a sip of overnight tea, and swallowed it with a frown of disgust.

Qin Danyou knocked the purple wood tobacco stick on the table, said: "The old boy Shi Nantong also said that Xichen'er has a Buddha heart and is suitable for practicing Buddha."

"How can it be the same!" Xun Ye was so angry that he slapped the table and said angrily, "Didn't you see that although his body is scattered, his spirit is upright and dignified? He is clearly a man of my generation!"

"The great way is simple, and everything is one." Qin Danyou said unhurriedly, "Cultivating Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism are all the same. As long as you can lead people to the direction of "goodness", you can practice anything. . "

Xun Ye didn't chat with him for more than half a sentence, and said impatiently: "Stop here, I'm afraid I can't help but beat you up if I continue! Dan Youzi, I came here this time to loosen the seal of the Demon Realm!"

The careless Qin Danyou's face suddenly sank like water, and every wrinkle on his face hardened, like an iron wire cutting his hand.

***

He Lili's bamboo forest is at the easternmost end of Jixia Academy. There is a winding path in the bamboo forest, and there are stone lanterns every ten meters on both sides, emitting a warm orange light in the night.

"Da Ion, brother is looking for you!" He Xichen arrived before the sound came, and walked boldly, while walking, the hem of his clothes was windless and automatic, "Da Ion, brother is hungry, I want to eat steamed horns, ice horns, Rose rubbing rolls... If you don’t have any, give me a steamed bun, the kind with thin skin and lean meat filling. If you don’t have any, pickles and steamed buns will do the trick!”

He Xichen was muttering, and as soon as he stepped into the threshold with a happy face, he turned around and ran away in an instant: "Damn it! Listen to the cicada, you are still haunted!"

"Come back to me!" The bald monk in the room grabbed his collar and pulled it back with lightning speed, and the gilt and silver sachet around his waist rang.

"Listen to the cicada! Didn't you make an agreement with me for three chapters!" He Lili was displeased, got up and warned.

Hearing the words, the cicada only snorted coldly, and dragged He Xichen into the seclusion in three steps and two steps, his words were stinging: "The smell of alcohol and smoke, I'm afraid the next time I see the benefactor, it will be full of rouge." The bitter taste of tobacco The smell is mixed with the freshness of the river water. It is not unpleasant, but it is weird enough for Tingchan who is used to smelling sandalwood, and it is very similar to the unpredictable He Xichen.

"Little monk, be careful." He Xichen sat down calmly, saw Yuan Fuyi bowing his head evasively, and said with a smile, "Eh? Who is this? Let me see—oh! It's my good nephew." Son."

Yuan Fuyi couldn't help but slapped the table: "Is it okay to show some face!" He raised his head, the corners of his mouth were black and blue, and he looked frustrated.He Xichen didn't show any sign of ridicule, he looked at his injuries carefully, nodded and said, "It's okay, he's still very handsome with the dots, and the little junior sisters of Huanxi Zen are still very happy to see them."

"Don't lie to me." Yuan Fuyi almost cried, his fragile boy's heart was not broken by Tingchan's Bodhi Seal, and it was already riddled with holes.But listening to the cicada didn't do him any good. Don't look on the surface, the last sword at least poked a big hole in his body-protecting Buddha light.

"You can only listen to half of what the benefactor congratulates, and don't trust the benefactor Yuan." Tingchan, who had successfully waited for the congratulations, had recovered his calm face at this time. If not for the three people present knowing his true face, he might be caught by those red lips and white teeth. The skin of the skin deceived the past.

He Xichen didn't even refute, but said seriously: "This half happens to be credible."

"Hmph." Ting Chan sneered inexplicably.

"Brother..." He Lili poured a cup of Mingqianlu for He Xichen, and comforted him softly, "Listen to the three-chapter pact made by Friends Chan and Buddha, and I will never make things difficult for you."

He Xichen didn't care, he patted his head heartlessly and asked, "Da Ion, do you have any wine? I just drank a lot of tea at your master's place."

"Drinking hurts your health. I heard that brother is hungry? Fortunately, I have prepared some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes." He Lili took out a square black wooden carved box from the drawer at hand, opened it, and inside was neatly stacked. Qi's golden pastry, "Cultivator Yuan, Tingchan Buddhist friends, please share some food with us."

Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and swords, the most talented disciples of the four schools gathered together to live in a secluded bamboo forest. They didn't talk about world affairs or their experience in cultivating Taoism. They ate sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and hurt each other from time to time.

Yuan Fuyi: "It's a bit sweeter."

Listening to the cicada: "It's a bit lighter."

He Xichen: "Huh? I think it's just right."

He familiarly took out a brocade bag from the carrying box, which contained white sugar like snowflakes: "Dip in some sugar if you find it too bland." Then he poured another glass of boiled water and pushed it in front of Yuan Fuyi: "Soak it once and you'll be fine." Sweet."

"Brother," He Lili pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, "Your idea...is really good."

Yuan Fuyi gave him a sideways look, and complained, "You bastard!"

Ting Chan, who was silent, suddenly picked up a finger of white sugar, and flicked it out with his fingers. The tiny, crystal-clear particles were like wind and thunder, heading towards He Xichen's face.He Xichen didn't dodge, blinked his eyes, and the flying sugar granules stopped in the air for an instant, and finally fell into his teacup one after another, mixing with the green tea.

"I heard that Little Master Cicada is quite understanding." He took a sip of tea contentedly.

"I only wish to congratulate the benefactor." Hearing the smirk of the cicada, every time I read a word of Amitabha, a cry of "My Buddha loves your mother" flashed in my heart.

The moon is shining brightly, the stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight shines into the house through the bamboo forest, shining a bright and clean light and shadow.The four of them talked about it, and they also talked about the Jinjin Order that they had become friends with each other ten years ago.

"Back then, we were full of longing like these children." Yuan Fuyi sighed with emotion, "I still remember that Mr. Xun Ye looked for you everywhere during the Jintai ceremony, and wanted to give you some cinnabar enlightenment, but in the end he couldn't find you. The person who doesn't reach you is so angry that he almost rushes to Zuowang Peak to drag you over."

He Lili obviously still remembered this matter, so he couldn't help laughing.He had just entered the immortal journey at that time, and he thought he could practice with He Xichen, but one went to Jixia Academy, and the other went to Zuowang Peak, and they didn't see each other several times a year.Zuowangfeng lived next to Shoushan Sword Sect, which made Yuan Fuyi and his elder brother gradually get closer.

He couldn't help feeling regretful in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "I was really shocked when I heard the seven-aperture exquisite mind of the cicada buddhist friend back then."

——The banner of Zhaoxian Terrace was fluttering in the wind, and the handsome monk kneeling on the futon closed his eyes, and a golden light burst out from his heart, solemn and compassionate like a Buddha.

People with seven apertures and exquisite hearts are precocious, noble, and sensitive, and most of them are difficult to approach, but their cultivation is advancing rapidly, even the unrestrained and unrestrained Yuan Fuyi couldn't help but click his tongue with great taste.Not to mention jealousy, there is always some envy.

He Xichen suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said in a low voice, "He has seven orifices, and we have nine orifices when we flick our clothes. We won! Do you think so?"

…………cut!What is the Qiqiao Linglong mind?

The sword is not out of the sheath, the wine is exhausted and the sky is bright, arbitrarily arbitrarily arbitrarily judged by the will of heaven - this is He Xichen who broke through with a glass of wine.

Back then, even now, how could the dead bald donkey beat him once?

Yuan Fuyi glanced at He Xichen, and suddenly grabbed his neck: "Hey Lao He, did you secretly scold me for being ignorant just now?"

"Young hero, spare your life!" He Xichen smiled unrepentantly, and He Lili followed suit, "Yuan Shaoxia, please spare my brother's life."

But Ting Chan took off the exquisite gold-plated and silver sachet and put it in the middle of the table, clasped his hands together and said, "Congratulations, Benefactor, let's have another competition."

The three of them looked at the silver sachet on the table together, He Xichen pondered for a moment, and then asked with a straight face, "Eight bitter dreams?" Suffering, not getting what you want, and the five aggregates of grasping are suffering.

"Of course." Ting Chan nodded, "The sachet contains the fragrance of dreaming, let's compare and see who can get out of the sea of ​​suffering sooner. Last time I missed a move, but now it's not necessarily the case."

"Tsk, exciting!" Yuan Fuyi didn't wait for He Xichen to agree, rolled his eyes, leaned back on the chair, lifted his long legs to stand on the table, full of anger, "What's the benefit of winning? This is a game, right? Always set a little pretense."

"If you want to play, play the big game - if you lose, how about going to the top of Tai'a Mountain and shouting 'I'm a womanizer' three times?" He didn't mind messing things up.

Ting Chan frowned, and said meanly: "What are you, dare to come and make our bet?"

Yuan Fuyi cursed in his heart, and said angrily: "If that's the case, then I'll bet together!"

"I'm bothering you too."

He Xichen helped his forehead helplessly: "What are you two doing for the fun?"

"If you don't make fun of the excitement, you don't make it for nothing." Yuan Fuyi spoke eloquently.

"I'm worried about brother." He Lili smiled as before.

Ting Chan gave them a cold look: "You also want to bet."

"That is required!"

The gilt and silver sachet on the table gradually exudes intoxicating sandalwood, and the clouds and mist shroud the elegant bamboo forest.He Xichen supported his head with one hand, his eyes swept over the three people in the room who had already settled down, he couldn't help laughing, shook his head, put Fuchen in his arms, closed his eyes and fell into the boundless dream sea.