Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 11

Mingying didn't quite understand: "Why do you ask that?"

Ye Qingshi looked at Mingying's unpacked formation disk: "This formation disk is called 'Breaking Delusion', it is the formation disk left by the soaring formation power in the past, and it can open up an absolutely safe place in all formations. passage, but this thing was lost thousands of years ago.”

Understood, this thing can't be found in the world of cultivators.

Mingying thought of the jade bed in her storage bag that gathers spiritual energy, the secret space where she can be enlightened, and the fairy rope that binds people...

These are all given by Wangchen.

She read the entire booklet and memorized the various spiritual weapons and artifacts inside. She thought this thing was very common in the world of cultivating immortals, but now it seems that it is not the case.

Mingying, who had a heart attack, suddenly thought of Wangchen.

This guy definitely has a memory!Otherwise, who would casually give such a valuable thing to a stranger.

"These things are all given by the family." Mingying didn't intend to expose Wangchen, so of course she changed the term.

Now she is eager to find the other party and ask for clarification.

But when you said he liked her, Mingying didn't quite believe it.

If he really likes it, he can say it out, there is no need to hide it.

Along the way, Wangchen maintained the image of a kind and gentle Buddha, except when he was teaching sword moves, he would get a little closer, and he would not touch her at other times.

Hearing this, Ye Qingshi was even more sure of Mingying's status as a monk of the hermit family, and naturally had no objection to Mingying's words.

The two stood up in this dilapidated village.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, Mingying finally saw a familiar bald head.

The gray monk robe was inconspicuous, but the tall figure supported the clothes.

At this moment, he was standing under the tree, quietly looking up at the snow-white peach blossoms on the top of the tree, his brows and eyes were indescribably calm and beautiful.

Seeing a familiar person, Mingying didn't think too much, and walked over with the sword in hand.

"Wangchen," she stood beside him and called out.

Wang Chen still maintained this posture.

What is he doing?
Mingying was a little strange.

She intuitively felt that the person in front of her was herself, not some disguise.

Mingying cautiously put the Chunhui sword into the scabbard and poked him, and then felt dizzy for a while.

Oops!Hired.

Ye Qingshi, who followed, only saw Mingying poke Wangchen Buddhazi with his sword, and then fell straight down.

This sudden situation made him widen his eyes, and just as he was about to step forward to catch it, he found that the Buddha who had been standing there suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged the fallen girl into his arms.

Those golden eyes swept across him coldly, making him dare not make the slightest movement.

What kind of look is that?

Like a ferocious beast intimidating the creature that coveted its prey, as if he would be torn apart by it if he got closer.

Ye Qingshi, who was standing still, bowed his head, not daring to look any further.

But that didn't stop him from being shocked.

Wangchen Buddha, a [-]-year-old cultivator in the tribulation period, is famous with him except for his extraordinary talent, and his incomprehensible style that everyone knows.

3000 years ago, the last Buddhist disciple of Vientiane Temple was seduced by a saintess of the Hehuan Sect, completely destroying his Taoism and degenerating into a demon cultivator.

For this reason, the Vientiane Temple has not elected a new Buddhist disciple for thousands of years, until the appearance of Wangchen.

He seems to have followed the teachings of the previous Buddha, keeping a respectful distance from all monks of the opposite sex. It is said that even a female bird will be chased away by him.

And the new saint of the Hehuan Sect once commented that he is a stubborn rock, unable to understand the style.

But who would have imagined that this man, who claims to be incomprehensible, actually hugged the fallen girl into his arms at this moment, his movements were extremely gentle.

After confirming that Mingying was fine, Wangchen closed his eyes again.

...

Opening her eyes again, Mingying found that she was wearing her wedding dress again.

Isn't she in Taoxi Village?Didn't you poke Wangchen with a sword?What about forgetful people?Where is this again?

Full of doubts and no answers, Mingying could only stand up and look around, but found that she couldn't move at all.

Through the cloudy bronze mirror in front of her, she vaguely saw a beautiful face.

It's a completely unfamiliar face.

Wearing it this time?Or illusion?

Mingying wanted to pinch herself, but her body was completely out of control.

She watched the bride's self pick up the red paper, then opened her lips to enclose it.

There is no way to control it, she can only play this role, feeling every move of the bride.

Like a puppet being manipulated.

There was a knock on the door, and the bride put down the red paper in her hand, and walked over briskly.

The bride is very happy, Mingying can feel it.

The door was opened, and the man opposite was wearing the same bright red wedding dress, but his face could not be seen clearly, but Mingying could feel that the other party was a cultivator.

The owner of the body is just a mortal.

"Ling Niang, you are so beautiful." The man's hand fell on the bride's face, and his tone was full of expectation: "I really hope we can get married soon."

"What nonsense are you talking about... Go back quickly, be careful that you will be seen by A Niang." The bride called Ling Niang pushed the man, but she didn't use any force.

The man took advantage of the situation and hugged Lingniang into his arms: "We are already a fiancée, and we will get married in half a month. Aniang won't blame me."

Ling Niang patted the man's chest coquettishly: "That's my mother."

"You have to change your mouth sooner or later, it doesn't make any difference." As the man spoke, he raised Lingniang's chin, probably to kiss her...

The perspective of the person involved was a little exciting, Mingying rubbed her hands inwardly, ready to fight.

The next moment, the surroundings suddenly went dark.

Opening her eyes again, Mingying only heard the noisy life.

? ? ?Isn't it true that every kiss has to turn on the light?
She complained in her heart, but Mingying tried hard to hear the voices of the people around her.

Auntie A: "The Wu family is really lucky to have saved such a wealthy son-in-law as Zhao Xi."

"Who says it's not..." Da Niang Yi agreed.

"If I had known that I could find a rich husband-in-law in the woods, I would have let Sanya go too..."

"You think everyone is Wuling, but he is a doctor..."

"That's right, if it were someone else, maybe Zhao Xi would have died. You didn't see it. When Zhao Xi was brought back, it was so miserable. The blood... tsk tsk tsk... seeped into people..."

With these words, Mingying probably clarified the matter.

Wu Ling, a kind-hearted and beautiful female doctor in Taoxi Village, rescued the seriously injured Zhao Xi.

And today is their wedding.

So is there any necessary connection between this and the ghostly appearance of Taoxi Village later?

And that Zhao Xi, a cultivator, actually wanted to marry a mortal.

This is something Mingying doesn't quite understand.

Immortal cultivators have a longer lifespan than ordinary people. They can live for 5000 years during the tribulation period, and ten thousand years during the Mahayana period.

Ordinary people are only a hundred years old, and it is just a flick of a finger for a cultivator.

(End of this chapter)