Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 771 The obedient disciple comes into my arms 04

Although it was a scolding, Feimian only felt the warmth of being tolerated.

He wrinkled his nose, feeling a little sore.

Since her mother's death, no one has been so kind to her.

"Open your eyes."

Jinchen brushed away the broken hair on his cheeks, his tone was still cold, but it no longer had the chill in front of outsiders.

"You have extraordinary strength, you should defeat him openly."

"No matter what the mutated spiritual roots are, if you practice the right skills, you will still make great progress with each passing day."

Feimian looked up and nodded in understanding, but he kept the last words in his heart.

Therefore, for him, mutating dark spirits may not be a bad thing.

"Also, once you take my name, you should change your words in the future."

Jin Chen had a lot of time to wait for him to call someone, with a faint smile in his eyes, as if the spring breeze melted the ice and snow, adding warmth to his cold temperament for no reason.

"Master..."

Feimian spoke timidly, as if feeling happy in her heart, she pursed her lips and called again, "Master."

"heard it."

His docile appearance was really pitiful. Jin Chen touched the top of his hair and said, "But I still have a request."

Feimian silently held his stomach and looked at Jinchen honestly without blinking.

"Master, I'm hungry."

It was almost evening, and he had only eaten when he got up in the morning.

Jinchen: "..."

Oops.

He has been living without food for a long time, so it is strange that there is food on Muyun Peak.

He flicked his sleeves and applied Taoist power to the clear spring water, and immediately two young men with similar looks appeared, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But it has been more than two hundred years since I was a disciple guarding the courtyard.

Seeing Jinchen, the two immediately bowed their heads and bowed.

"Fuchuan and Fuli pay their respects to the elders."

"Bring some food and a few sets of clothes for new disciples."

Jinchen still held the baby in his arms and spoke calmly.

Fuli's eyes widened and he was shocked when he saw the person in Jinchen's arms.

"Sir, you actually accepted a disciple!"

As soon as he was shocked, he was stepped on by his brother. He frowned and did not dare to speak.

"Yes, we will send him to Feng Shang Yunquan Courtyard later."

Fukawa bowed and replied, respectfully and politely.

The phantom disappeared, and Jin Chen lowered his eyes to look at the little boy in his arms who was thoughtful again.

"I have been fasting for a long time. There is no food here. The two senior brothers will bring it to you later."

"Are these two senior brothers also Master's disciples?"

Feimian asked in a low voice, his voice soft and sweet.

"No, they are the disciples guarding the Yunquan Academy."

Jinchen touched his head again, "You are the only disciple."

These words made Feimian feel happy for no reason, and she emboldened herself to lean into Jinchen's arms, her cheek pressed against her chest, and the corners of her lips raised.

"Master, Master..."

As if this title could bring him infinite courage, he laughed unconsciously.

that's nice!

Feimian thought to himself that he must have been begging for help when looking at the moon these days, so he had such a good and powerful master.

He is actually the most powerful immortal master in Tianxuan Sect.

She was so gentle and kind to him.

And such a good master belongs to him alone.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 70! 】

After all, he still has the nature of a child. Even though his blackening value is high, he is still young after all and has not experienced the sufferings that will follow.

Jinchen's heart was as soft as water, he hugged the person and patted his back with soft eyes.

This was what the two Ukigawa brothers saw when they entered the courtyard.

They looked at each other, unable to believe that this was actually the aloof and indifferent elder who did not allow anyone to get close to him.

On the way here, although I heard other disciples discussing the elder's acceptance of disciples, seeing it with my own eyes was another matter.

"Meet the elder."

The two bowed their heads and saluted, placed the food boxes on the jade table, and presented several sets of clothes.

The clothes of new disciples are different. Since Fei Mian is already a senior disciple, he naturally has to wear the same clothes as the sect master. However, he is too young and does not have suitable clothes, so he can only temporarily go to Qixingyuan to have the Silver Currency Cloud engraved on him. Tattoo it.

Fortunately, although the time is tight, Qixingyuan has always done things steadily, and it is also very precise.

"Hello, two senior brothers."

Feimian raised his head and shouted timidly.

He has always been introverted, and usually has such a shy and blushing temperament. How could he sit still when two people were staring at him like this? He quickly called people to hope that they would stop staring at him.

As a result, the eyes of the two brothers became even more intense.

I didn't expect this little junior brother to be so cute! Like a dumpling!

Fuli restrained his paws from touching his head and nodded, "Okay, okay, my name is Fuli, and this is my brother's name, Fuchuan. He has moles at the corners of his eyes, but I don't have them. I don't want them anymore, my junior brother." Admit your mistake!"

Feimian tried hard to distinguish and nodded in confusion, but still couldn't see the difference.

He looked at his master and saw that the food on the table was really tempting.

"Eat, eat more."

After receiving the permission, Feimian turned around to face the jade table, took chopsticks and started to devour, still sitting in Jinchen's arms, very satisfied.

He hadn't been so happy for a long, long time.

Fukawa bowed and reported.

"Sir, sir, there have been rumors recently that the Spiritual Dragon Tianlin Armor and the Fantasy Cauldron are about to be born, and they are both in the Xiangchu area."

"But the birth of artifacts is often accompanied by turmoil. Hunan and Chu are rich in water and mountains, so I'm afraid it will be accompanied by the birth of monsters."

Jinchen drank the spirit tea, lowered his eyes and pondered.

In the original plot, these two treasures were collected by the two protagonists.

Although Feimian also went with him, he only ended up with bruises all over his body.

It was exactly five years before he was born and came down the mountain.

There is plenty of time.

"Continue to investigate this matter and ask the sect leader to send his disciples to guard the Xiangchu area. Don't let innocent people be harmed by monsters."

"Yes, disciple, accept the order."

Fuli asked again: "When the divine weapon is born, will your elders go with you?"

"Ah."

Fuli's eyes lit up instantly, "That disciple will definitely practice diligently!"

It’s been a long time since they followed their elders down the mountain! It’s exciting to think about.

Feimian suddenly raised his head from the bowl, his mouth was moist with food. He quickly picked up the handkerchief on the side and wiped it, then turned to ask Jinchen.

"Master...can I go with you?"

Jinchen took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth clean, and said in a cold voice, "I'll take you there, but I need to be in the middle stage of foundation building."

Five years to build the foundation.

These two words have never appeared at the same time in Feimian's world.

If he only had wood spirit roots, he might be able to give it a try if he worked harder.

Mutable dark spiritual roots will slow down the speed of cultivation.

Feimian lowered his eyes in despair, his long sword like crow feathers trembled slightly, and he tugged at his master's sleeve.

"Master, I can't do it..."

"you can do it."

Jinchen put down the handkerchief, held his face and asked him to look up, "I will start practicing tomorrow, and I will teach you personally."

His tone was too determined, reviving Feimian's hopeless mind.

"I will practice hard."

Feimian clenched her fists and promised, "I will not let Master down."