[Quick Transmigration] I just want to go through the plot quietly

Chapter 43 The Scholar and the Plum Blossom Essence

That night, the moon and stars were sparse, insects squeaked, and silver light sprinkled the ground like flowing water.The night watchman in the cloth dyeing factory, who was leaning against the door with his head tilted and snoring from time to time, suddenly heard a 'splash', like the sound of falling into the water, his whole body trembled in fright, and he woke up immediately.

"Who?" He vigilantly held up the high-quality lantern inserted next to it, and looked around. The faint candlelight was exposed through the hollow base, forming a circle of light on the flat ground.

Seeing that no one answered, the night watchman hesitated for a moment, then carefully moved over to the open space where the dye vat was placed, and shouted "Who is it?! Come out!"

However, the night was still quiet, and there was no response.

He let go of half of his heart, raised the lantern, and casually took a look at the calm water surface of the dye vat. Seeing that there was nothing there, he scratched the back of his head, muttered something, walked back, put the lantern back to its original position, and went back. Leaning against the wooden door began to doze off.

After an unknown period of time, a little ripple suddenly appeared on the water surface of the calm dye vat. As the ripple gradually expanded, suddenly, a wet little red head popped out of the water. The eyes and nose were exposed, and half of the face was left. Still buried in it.After waiting quietly for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his two paws on the side of the dye vat, and stabilized his body.

Yes, this dog is Luo Jiugong.

Who told this era that there is really no easy-to-make hair dye? It was a long night and dreamy for him to search around but failed, so he could only focus on this cloth dyeing workshop.Although I feel a little sorry for them, but in order for one of the protagonists in this world to be able to work smoothly, I can only trouble you!I will always remember this friendship in my heart, and then slap the minister hard on the face!

The water is really cold at night.

Luo Jiugong sneezed quietly, scratched his hind paw expressionlessly, and while admiring the moon, he estimated in his heart how long it would take.

On the second day, when the sky was getting dark, he got up from the dye vat, and ran back quickly with red water stains all over the place.

Trembling, he wrapped himself in the cloth towel and pulled out his spirit, the clothes finally turned red!

He was so relieved that he wanted to wipe away his tears, but when he lowered his head, he was covered with a black head on the ground (dried outside for a night), bright red from the neck down (soaked in a dye vat for a night), and the hair was still stained by the dye. All the reasons are tangled and stuck together. The Chinese pastoral dog is hot to the eyes.

After a while, he used his demon power to pull up the cloth scarf on his body a little bit, covering the sharp red-black dividing line on the neck mountain, and his dick hurt.

How can I convince people who see this non-mainstream original body that it is a Chinese pastoral dog bred by nature, non-toxic and pollution-free?

Ha ha.

It was rare for Luo Jiugong, who didn't even need moral integrity for the mission, to have a complicated mood similar to being ashamed and thrown to grandma's house.

He closed his eyes, shivered his fur after returning to his state of mind, wrapped a corner of the cloth towel in his mouth and wrapped it around himself, opened his mouth wide and yawned, letting his body fall asleep.

In fact, for monsters, sleep is not needed, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon is the right way to replenish the spirit.But this body is really too small, and it obtained the demonic power by accident, without going through the body tempering procedure at all, so it still needs enough rest every day.But that rest only refers to the physical body. After falling into a deep sleep, Luo Jiugong cast a spell, and then the spirit escaped, and fell to a certain branch of the plum tree like yesterday, leaning against the trunk, closing eyes and listening to the wind.

His long, bright red clothes seem to be supported by something, floating in the air, just like a red cloud in the evening, reflecting the sunset glow.

The person sitting in this red area has a fair complexion, and his black hair is only tied into a neat ponytail with a black fluffy headband on the top of his head. The long braids hang down like a waterfall and sprinkle all over his body.His face is exquisite but not feminine, his brows and eyes are romantic, and he seems to be smiling every time he looks around.Gorgeous but not vulgar, beautiful but not extravagant, not like a mortal, but more like a fairy god who fell into the mortal world.

Even the eminent monks in the ancient temple would have to praise this scene, 'What a man. '

It's a pity that the only thinking creature around couldn't see this beautiful fairy, but knelt and sat in front of the low piano table, playing tricks on the palace merchant.

Although the protagonist is only six years old now, his father, He Tianyu, is the third rank in the Central Management Bureau, and he is the Taiyue Ling, who is in charge of court etiquette and other music performances.He himself is not only proficient in dozens of musical instruments such as pipa, qin, and zither. Water is not enough.Their He family is also a master of music that has been passed down for six generations. Even if the dynasty changed once, it did not decline. Instead, it prospered because of the research on music.After hearing and seeing, even though the protagonist is still young, his skill in playing the piano with one hand is already pretty good, except for the lack of emotion, he has almost reached the level of a luthier.

He is currently playing a tune that seems to be unique to this world. The tune is soothing, and the jingle seems to be able to soothe the complexity in his heart, depicting a night full of tranquility.

It is said that music knows no borders, even in different worlds, this is the same.

Luo Jiugong closed his eyes and listened, and suddenly remembered a mission he participated in when he was an intern.At that time, his task object was the person who was crowned with the title of 'first musician', who traveled around after getting tired of the worldly life.One time, when passing a waterfall, my sharp ears caught a different sound, and after listening carefully, I realized it was a flute.

As a musician with superb musical literacy, he immediately discovered that the sound of the flute was made with the sound of splashing water droplets from the waterfall, and the splashes that were originally disordered seemed to be deliberately accompanied by the sound of the flute. .Then, he found that whether it was the rustling of the wind, the chirping of birds, or the screeching of insects, they all seemed to be part of the music. There is me in you, and you in me.

What kind of music is played by the whole nature?

If you are not on the scene, you will not be able to feel the vastness that is not like the world.

He has never understood so clearly that he belongs to this world.Regardless of species, age, or shape, they all exist independently as members of this world, and they are integrated into one body without any violation.

Although it wasn't long before he was invited back to the capital by the protagonist, and was killed by the protagonist's opponent on the way, but this did not prevent him from including this experience as a good one.Also since then, he has had an indescribable love for the flute, whether it is a task or a rest, whenever he has free time, he will play it.

Luo Jiugong's right index finger trembled slightly, and his slender eyelashes drooped.

He wanted to play the flute, and he couldn't think more.

This kind of inability to get it is like being gouged out, and the pain that trembles in the depths of the soul is much more unbearable than some addictions that are difficult to quit.

After thinking and thinking, and reading and reading, finally, amidst the melodious sound of the piano, he raised his hand and condensed it into a nearly transparent emerald green flute with demonic power, and played it with his eyes closed against his lips.

Musical instruments condensed by demon power, unless they are born with certain talents, ordinary humans cannot see or hear them.In the protagonist's ignorance, the sound of the flute sounded like a sound of heaven, and his piano echoed in the two worlds. The locust tree in the garden, Patrinia, Dawanhua...these plants are blown by the music. , rejoicing as if bathed in the sweetest rain, a faint golden spot of light sprinkled from the sky, and I don't know which fairy god passing by stopped to give the blessing.In the end, even the protagonist seemed to sense something, until he fell to the ground exhausted, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

But the tireless Luo Jiugong couldn't stop, as if he wanted to blow it to the end of time, from sunrise to sunset, and then to sunrise.This unpleasant flute sound echoed for two full days before it stopped at some point.

Waving the flute to dissipate the condensed evil spirit, Luo Jiugong closed his eyes, calming down the surging joy in his heart... calm down, calm down, caught off guard.

"Two dogs?!"

He almost fell from the tree.

After finally steadying himself, he turned his head stunned, and saw a handsome young man lying on the wall, smiling brightly, and shouted to him, "It's really you, Er Gouzi! I finally found you !"

...... I have become like this How did you recognize me? !

This lesson not only adjusted the colors, but also adjusted the species! !

"...You...what are you..." Luo Jiugong was so shocked that he couldn't speak at all, and subconsciously denied, "I'm not...not Er Gouzi... ..”

"Isn't it?" The boy murmured while leaning against the wall, "It shouldn't be, even the breath is exactly the same, how could it not be a demon?"

He knows I'm a demon!

At this moment, what was deeply imprinted in Luo Jiugong's mind was the poor ex-hero Plum Blossom Essence who was said to have been eliminated by a passing Taoist priest and who was about to open his mind.

To be honest, he really wanted to run away, believing that no matter how fast the man's legs were, he couldn't keep up with his magnetic levitation, but he didn't dare!

Not to mention that the stronghold has already been known by the other party, even if this person just yells 'There are monsters! ', will definitely attract a large group of people, and then everyone will know that there is a dog demon named Er Gouzi...

I can't tell whether it's more terrible to fail at work, or it's more embarrassing to be known by everyone (maybe some customers are in it) as a second dog!

Luo Jiugong maintained the posture of sitting on the tree for a long while, and silently gave himself two rounds of psychological training, and then smiled as calmly as possible and said, "Long time no see...don't call me Er Gouzi!"

"Hey?" The young man tilted his head in confusion, and said, "Isn't Er Gouzi your real name? If you don't call you Er Gouzi, what do you call you?"

It's all your fault!

Luo Jiugong took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to hit him until his face was full of peach blossoms, and said, "My name is, Mo Qi."

It's not a bastard!

Suddenly, I feel that the name Mo Qi has become taller!