Women's Juju Counterattack Diary [Quick Transmigration]

At this time, an old man also in Tsing Yi approached, this old man had white hair and childlike face, he was more than ten zhang away before he took a breath, but he had already reached the man in the blink of an eye.

The strange thing is that the old man didn't open an umbrella, and in the storm, there was no trace of wetness on his body, as if the wind and rain around him avoided him.

Looking at the man standing in front of the tombstone, the old man raised his hand slightly, and said in a solemn voice, "Since you have cut off the mortal relationship, I will accept you as an entry door. Once you enter the immortal door, your common name will no longer be used. I am the Xuantian Immortal Sect." No. 30 Disciple of the eighth generation, you will be No. 30 ninth-generation disciple when you enter the sect of this lord, and the seniority is Hong. This lord bestows on you the Taoist name Hongyu today. May you live up to my lord's expectations and become the disciple of Xuantian Xianzong Light."

Hearing the words, the man in Tsing Yi opened his originally indifferent eyebrows, and solemnly knelt down and kowtowed, "Hong Yu will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

The old man stood still and calmly accepted Hong Yu's three kneelings and nine kowtows, then waved his sleeves, "Let's go."

As the old man waved his sleeves, a small leaf suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and then the small leaf suddenly became the size of a boat, which was more than enough for four or five people to stand on. Fang Shumo's eyes were full of surprise, but then it became hot. The isolated tomb in the wind and rain stepped on the boat to the fairy gate.

From now on, he has nothing to do with this world.

In a short while, the leaf boat disappeared into the sky, and the unconsolidated soil on the isolated new grave was washed muddy by the rain, and the mud and sand dyed the rain into a thick yellow soup that dripped onto the surrounding grass, looking embarrassed and desolate .

At this moment, the soil on the side of the grave mound loosened slightly, and a slender hand that was covered in mud pierced through the soil.

The torrential rain continued to wash away, and the hand that exposed the mud was cleaned within a short while. The hand was fair, but the joints of the palm were covered with layers of calluses, and there were still many cracks on the fingers, and blood flowed out. .

After another half a minute, another similar hand came out of the soil, followed by the head, the body, and finally the legs.

"Xiao Jiujiu, is it dark?" Liang Ansheng asked.

099 considered his words carefully, and said carefully: "Back to the host, the female partner you are playing now has been poisoned, so according to the simulation, your body cannot see until it is successfully upgraded to the Nascent Soul Stage, and besides the vision being affected, Your five senses have also declined, and your sense of taste should also be gone now."

Liang Ansheng opened his mouth to lick the rainwater around his mouth, raised his hand again, and licked the blood on his hand. It really didn't smell at all, but luckily he could still hear and speak, so he was lucky, "The plot Give me."

After receiving the plot and body memory, it was already getting late, but the rainstorm had no intention of stopping. Liang Ansheng lay weakly on the ground, closed his eyes and let the rain wash away the soil on his body, and the bean-sized raindrops slapped his face painfully It hurts, but it's still cool, Liang Ansheng curled the corners of his lips in joy.

This is the world of cultivating immortals that Liang Ansheng longed for as early as the third mission world. Dao Changsheng, killed his sister to prove the Tao, and worshiped Xuantian Xianzong.

What's rare is that this is not a stallion world. Although the male protagonist has a few confidante friends in the later stage, he still has no Taoist companions, and finally ascends to the fairyland and achieves longevity.

And Liang Ansheng's current identity is the younger sister of the murdered sister, who is also the owner of this new tomb, Fang Shuying. He was buried in the tomb when he first arrived in this world, but the strange thing is, I don't know if Fang Shumo felt a little guilty, and his sword stabbed a point, which happened to miss Fang Shuying's heart, so when Liang Ansheng came over, his body was still alive.

But Liang Ansheng also knew that if he hadn't passed through, even if Fang Shuying was still alive, she would die of blood loss and poisoning in a short time. Even if she didn't die from these two reasons, she would probably be buried alive.

After all, there is no such a cannon fodder female supporting role in the plot.

But what made Liang Ansheng feel a little weird was that since Fang Shumo was going to kill Fang Shuying with a sword, why did he poison him?

If it wasn't for Fang Shumo's poison, who was it that poisoned Fang Shuying?

Although the two brothers and sisters usually live in poverty, they have no enemies. Fang Shuying is a good girl, and it is impossible to make enemies.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for the ordinary people in that small town to come up with the poison that makes the five senses weaken and die. Liang Ansheng blinked his out-of-focus eyes, feeling a little playful.

Noticing the smile on Liang Ansheng's lips, 099 couldn't help shivering, and then said: "Host, your task this time is: become a god."

There are only two simple words, no other explanation.

Carefully chewing these two words, Liang Ansheng was full of deep thoughts. The tasks in this world seem to be different from the previous ones.

The previous missions usually revolved around the hero and heroine and revenge, but this time, they didn't even mention these things, which is obviously a bit more weird.

But Liang Ansheng's intuition told him that this was not a bad thing.

Liang Ansheng touched his chin, and the chapped cut on his hand made the delicate soft flesh of his chin ache, but he didn't care, he took out a silver needle and pierced the acupuncture point, stopped the bleeding on the wound on his chest that had been cleaned, and then put the The energy that I brought into this space circulated in my body, and I finally got some strength, so I slowly stood up while supporting the ground.

099 immediately cheered up and began to show Liang Ansheng the way, "Host, please turn left thirty degrees, walk forward for 40 meters, and then turn right..."

According to 099's instructions, although Liang Ansheng's feet were a little unsteady, his expression was extremely calm, and he didn't have the slightest loss of the beginner's blind. After spending half an hour, he finally approached the thatched hut where the brother and sister lived before.

This hut was built by Fang Shumo in order to prevent Fang Shuying from the rain in the past two years. He went to help the surrounding farmers every day during the autumn harvest, and finally got back the straw. It took half a month to repair and build it.

Due to the rainy season in the town, the small house always exudes a musty smell during the rainy season. Fang Shumo would light a stick of incense in the house at this time. Defang Shuying always coughed a few times, but she liked to hear it very much.

Liang Ansheng walked slowly towards the hut in the rain while sorting out Fang Shuying's memories.

No matter from which point of view, the two brothers and sisters have been very close since they were young. It is no wonder that Fang Shuying did not believe that her brother stabbed her chest with the sword when she was dying.

Just when 099 reminded that there was still 30 meters away from the hut, Liang Ansheng heard a voice coming from the sound of rain, "Little boy of the Fang family, it's raining heavily, why don't you take an umbrella?"

Liang Ansheng turned his head to 'look' towards the direction of the voice, and shouted: "Uncle He, it's raining fast, I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out, I'll just go back and wipe it off."

He Da didn't doubt him, "Then you hurry back, your aunt asked me to ask you and your eldest son to come to our house to eat roast chicken, Er Huzi caught two pheasants on the mountain yesterday, the meat is fat Very much."

"Thank you uncle, my brother went to school in Anzhou today, and he won't be back in a few days. I just went to see him off. I won't come to eat in the evening. There is still food at home."

"Look at me, it's a rainy day, and the little boy is still drenched in the rain. It's fine if you don't come. I'll ask Erhuzi to bring you a bowl later. You should go back and wash it well."

Back in his little hut, Liang Ansheng took off his wet clothes first, took out a bucket of water from the water tank, rinsed it briefly, and finally treated the wound on his body.

Although this is not the original body of the female supporting role, 099 has always modeled the body except for the gender, and the other simulations are very realistic, so this wound passing through the chest is also left on Liang Ansheng, although he sealed the acupuncture point with silver needles to relieve the pain , the wound is no longer bleeding, but the necessary dressing is still needed.

Fortunately, Liang Ansheng put a lot of wound medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs in the system space, and treated the wound in the dark, but the dressing was so messy that he could barely touch the wound before Liang Ansheng put on his clothes.

Fang Shuying's clothes are made of simple coarse linen, and there are only three sets in total. Except for the one that Liang Ansheng scrapped just now, there are only two sets left in the dilapidated cabinet. There are so few, otherwise he would not be able to see it now and it would be difficult to wear it. After all, he had little contact with ancient costumes before.

I chose the left set of clothes from memory, and it took several minutes to put them on. Liang Ansheng's freshly bandaged wound almost burst open. During the period when his mental power cannot be released, it is really inconvenient to be blind.

But thinking of this task, Liang Ansheng is not good at cultivating energy by himself first.

Reputable sects of self-cultivation all taboo their disciples to practice privately before becoming a master. If Liang Ansheng wants to enter the great sect, he must first endure for a while.

At this moment, there was a shout from outside the door.

"Little sister Fang, my father asked me to bring you a roast chicken." Er Huzi's hoarse voice came from outside the door with his youthful voice changing.

Liang Ansheng put away the clothes that had just been replaced with blood stains on them, stood up and opened the door at the prompt of 099, barely judged Er Huzi's direction through the noise of the rain with his hearing, and smiled at him , "Thank you, Er Huzi, do you want to come in and sit down?"

"No, no need, I'm dripping wet, and my mother said, Miss Fang is a girl, and I'm a big man. I can't come in if Brother Fang isn't around." Laughing, he stuffed the bowl in Liang Ansheng's hands, "Then I'll go back first."

Hearing the sound of Er Huzi running away, Liang Ansheng took the bowl and closed the door, "Little Jiujiu, what time is it?"

"Back to the host, 07:30 in the evening, but it's already dark."

"Are there any candles in this room?"

"There is a candlestick three steps to your left. There is a candlestick on it, and there is a fire pocket under the candlestick. You can light a candle by blowing on it." 099 replied, "But you can't see the host now, why do you still need to light a candle?"

After running for a while, Er Huzi stopped slowly, scratched his head and looked back at the small independent hut in the wind and rain, with some doubts in his eyes, "It's getting dark, why doesn't Miss Fang light up the wax? Maybe it's gone?" Well, I'll go to my mother and ask for two to send to her."

Just when Er Huzi made up his mind to run home, he suddenly saw a candlelight lit up in the window of the small hut. He thought that the younger sister probably forgot, and gave up the idea of ​​going back again. Liang Ansheng's fingers and dark cheeks turned black and red.

Fang Xiaomei is so pretty, after two years when she is of age, she will ask her mother to propose marriage to her, Er Huzi secretly made up his mind.