Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

This boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He smiled like spring flowers, and he was really pretty. But the first sentence he said with such a smile made people wonder, "Brother, you can tell me to wait a long time."

Wen Xuan couldn't help but twitched his mouth, and looked at this person more: Do I know you?

He is a responsible elder brother, even the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao next to him is a little bit impressed, but this one is probably a newcomer, and he can't think of it from left to right. It's really the first time I saw him.

Immediately, Wenxuan ignored the familiar greeting and asked, "I was passing by here just now and hearing your conversation, it seems to be talking about me?"

The young man nodded frankly, "Yes."

Wen Xuan immediately slammed his entire face, "Who gives you the courage!"

His big brother has been working for so long, he has already cultivated a frame, and his aura is also very bluffing when he rises up. As soon as the voice fell, he heard a thump. It was the Zhao who had just got up, and was so scared that he knelt back, and the girl near him almost knocked his forehead.

The young man still looked complacent, even squinting his eyes with a smile, as if he could see Wen Xuan's fierceness.

Wen Xuan didn't care about him, and turned his head to look at the brother and sister again, "Today, I can assume that I didn't hear it. But if you dare to talk nonsense outside, there will be no next time."

The middle-aged surname Zhao repeatedly promised. Then Wen Xuan nodded, and this man grabbed his sister and crawled on the ground and ran away.

After clearing away the miscellaneous people, Wen Xuan turned and went back, only to see that the young man had retreated into the house.

"Come in and sit down?" The young man stretched out his hand and led it into the room with a look of expectation.

... How well did this person get familiar with himself?

Wen Xuan whispered to himself, and stood at the door saying, "Don't pretend to be familiar to me. I didn't care about the gibberish just now."

"If it's really nonsense," the young man raised his eyebrows, "Brother, why do you come here specially?"

"Why, can you tell whether you are ugly or not?" Wen Xuan aroused him.

"Of course." The boy nodded.

Wen Xuan looked at him and stood there waiting for a while. As a result, after finishing those three words, the boy pressed his lips and looked over with only a pair of bright eyes. He didn't intend to say the following.

"...What's the point?" Wen Xuan had to ask one more sentence.

The young man smiled, and stepped back into the room again, and patted the back of a chair at the table, "Let's go in and talk about it. I don't think you want to be heard by others."

It's quite true! Wen Xuan's mouth twitched again, and finally walked in helplessly.

Fortunately, the room was placed very clean and refreshing, with a light bookish air, but it was a bit crude.

After Wenxuan sat down, the young man took the hot water that had been heated on the side again and began to make tea unhurriedly. Wen Xuan looked at him to see what tricks he had. After a long while, the boy finally brewed a cup of tea and held it in front of Wenxuan.

Wen Xuan sniffed, the smell was elegant and pleasant.

Within the Shuiyunzong Mountain Gate, the young man in front of him was just a period of Qi refining, and Wen Xuan was not afraid of what he would do in the tea, so he took a sip. After a drink, Wen Xuan could not help but was taken aback.

"Does it taste good?" the boy looked at him and asked.

More than good. The tea is Wenxuan’s favorite Moss Mountain Bichun tea, and the water is Wenxuan’s favorite Raoshan clear spring water. Even the water temperature and the tea-making method are exactly what he likes, and he will love it after a taste. Mouth, could not help but drank one after another.

The young man kept staring at him, seeing that he liked it, his smile became brighter and brighter, and a bunch of red flowers almost bloomed above his head.

"Tea is good." Wen Xuan coughed and had to remind, "But I am not here to taste tea. Don't think that as long as this is the case, I can forget your nonsense..."

"Gong method." The young man spoke at this moment, and was finally willing to talk about business. "If it weren't for the problem of cultivation method, brother, when you break into the Ning Yuan stage, you should at least understand a few Ning Yuan Magical powers that apply to the period, right?"

Wen Xuan had just said half of a sentence, and the other half was immediately held back.

Indeed, when the realm breaks through, the interaction between nature and humans is when the monks are most inspired and the exercises they learn are the most integrated, and most of them can comprehend one or two moves at the same time.

"You kid, you know a lot during the gas refining period," Wen Xuan said.

"I know a lot. For example, Brother Luo's recruiting Feixue, I knew that it came from this way." The young man smiled.

For most monks, the moves they comprehend at the time of breakthrough are almost tailor-made, and they tend to be stronger and more powerful than those learned through other means. The reason why Luo Qingquan had that level of strength, half of them, really benefited from the move of flying snow outside the sky.

"I also know, brother, you...no." The boy said again.

Ever since Wenxuan met this guy, he has always been a hippie smile. Only at this time, he retracted his smile, and a solemn expression appeared on his face for an unprecedented time, "When you broke through from the foundation stage to the condensing stage, you didn't get a single move... did you?"

Wen Xuan put down the teacup, put it on the table, and made a sound.

So far, all the things the boy said are not secrets in the Shuiyun Sect. Although it's not a secret, it's not something that a disciple of the Qi Refining Period who has just entered the outer door can easily know. This made Wen Xuan's sight a lot of exploration and scrutiny.

The young man met his line of sight and stared at him without evasive.

In fact, since the two met, the young man’s eyes have been fixed on Wen Xuan, and he has always been straightforward. At this time, he became more and more unscrupulous, making Wen Xuan feel inexplicable. Unwell.

After a while, it was Wen Xuan who staggered his sight first, and then pretended to smile naturally, "I think you have to say something."

"Am I wrong?" The young man still looked at him directly.

"Yes, you are right. It is indeed one of the reasons why I have fallen to such a shameful place now." Wen Xuan shrugged, "But what about it? If you don't understand the move, you must Is it the cause of the practice? In the Shuiyun Sect alone, about 30% of the monks who have broken through through the ages are the same as me. Could it be the cause of the practice?"

"Naturally not. It's all because of their mediocre aptitude and poor understanding." The boy replied.

"In that case..."

The young man cut off his words decisively and added categorically, "But what does the eight words'Mediocre aptitude and poor comprehension' have to do with you, brother?"

Wen Xuan's words were stagnant, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: Could this be a flattery in disguise?

In the end, his thinking was still too simple. Just listen to the young man and then said, "If the natural root of extreme water can be described as mediocre, wouldn't it be a big joke?"

Wen Xuan shook his hand suddenly, touching the tea in the cup.

If he was only slightly confused just now, he was already completely shocked.

The root of extreme water, this is an extremely rare spiritual root. The spiritual root has the five elements, and can be divided into one to ten steps according to its strength. If it is the purest water spirit root without a trace of impurities, it can be called the root of pure water. Only the root of pure water overflowing with the tenth order can be called the root of extreme water, and it is hard to find one in a million people.

And knowing that Wen Xuan was born with the root of extreme water, there were only three of him, his master, and the head of Shui Yunzong. There really was no fourth person.

"Who told you?" Wen Xuan could no longer force himself to be calm, and couldn't help but raise his voice.

"No one told me." The young man smiled and squinted again. "I don't need anyone to tell me. As long as it's brother, I know everything about you."

"You..." Wen Xuan naturally felt ridiculous and furious when he heard this.

The young man didn’t know what it meant to be enough, so he asked more rigorously, “If I say...I’ve seen you countless times in my dreams before I met for the first time today. That’s why I know about you. So clear, brother... would you believe it?"

Wen Xuan stood up abruptly, grabbed the guy by the neckline, pulled the other person over, and stared closely, "Who told you?"

He doesn't believe it.

Of course, he could not believe it.

The young man looked at his overflowing anger and questioning, and the gaze that had been fixed on him was finally darkened for an unprecedented time, "I guess."

Guess, guess?

Wen Xuan was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but relax.

"Yes, I guess." The boy said, "Brother, you only spent less than half a year from refining qi to building foundations, right? And once the foundation was built, you learned the three kinds of water system magical powers, which is really amazing. So I thought, you must be the root of the legendary extreme water. But you spent more than 30 years from building the foundation to condensing the yuan, and you didn’t realize anything when you broke through. This is simply impossible. It must be all the fault of the exercises."

No, is it really a guess? After listening to this, Wen Xuan felt even more unbelievable.

"But the root of extreme water is too rare after all, I didn't have much confidence in the first place." The boy shrugged again, "I said and tried. As a result, brother, your reaction has already told me that I really guessed it. "

The corner of Wen Xuan's mouth twitched, and he was a little dumbfounded. Well, it seems that no matter what the truth is, his gaffeful reaction has already fallen into the trap.

After the young man said those words, he lowered his head, and the self-familiar joy before disappeared without a trace.

"Sorry, I was so excited just now..." Wen Xuan calmed down. Seeing that he looked a little bit sorry, he couldn't help but apologize, and then asked, "Who else did you talk to?"

"Never said it." The young man shook his head, his voice was extremely soft, he was obviously still very depressed.

Upon seeing this, Wen Xuan reached out and touched his storage bag. He touched the bottle of medicine that the headmaster gave him...Unfortunately, this solid foundation pill is not for use during the Qi refining period. After a long time, Wen Xuan finally found a magic weapon and took it out.

"This plain cloth is something I used to build the foundation. I don't need it now. You can accept it." Wen Xuan put it on the table and pushed it in front of the boy. "The attack during the refining period is mostly They can resist it, even when it comes to building a foundation, it is still usable."

The young man suddenly raised his head again, looking at this treasure, his eyes were bright, and he wanted to bloom again.

"As for the words just now..." Wen Xuan coughed again, "I hope you..."

"I know, brother, don't worry." The young man took the Baoyi into his hand and touched it lovingly, not to mention being overjoyed. "I haven't told anyone before, and I will never tell anyone in the future. Keep this secret for you."

"It's fine if you know it." Wen Xuan nodded and said again, "But I still hope you can..."

"I see, brother, you still can't believe me, want me to take an oath?"

Wen Xuan heard this and was about to respond, but found something was wrong. The boy said this in a wrong tone. Such a sentence actually made him excited.

"Actually, swearing is not enough insurance. Why don't we just make a contract?" The young man was in high spirits, as if he had caught a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and said hurriedly. Blood contract!"

Blood, blood contract? Wen Xuan was taken aback.

What is a blood contract? It is to use the essence and blood as the bond, so that the contract holder is completely dependent on the contract owner, and even life and death are only between the other's thoughts. This is the most stringent type of family contract. Generally speaking, even in a desperate situation, few monks are willing to swear blood with others.

As a result, the young man in front of him...in Wen Xuan's stunned state, he has already bit his finger and started to push his blood!