Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Xie Jingshu probed into his cultivation level and found that he had learned a lot and too many things, his foundation was unstable and he was restless. He stretched out his hand and condensed a spiritual power, injecting it into Mu Qinghan's spiritual source. Only when his foundation was stable would it be easy to practice.

Xie Jingshu gave him a secret book that he had prepared long ago. It described how to practice at each stage with his physique so that he could become an immortal faster. "Practice according to the book. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

"Oh, thank you, Master," Mu Qinghan was very happy holding the secret book. Xie Jingshu saw that the two potted trees by the window were wilting, so he brushed them with his hand and the green trees regained their vitality.

Mu Qinghan's eyes widened, "Master, what kind of magic is this?"

A pair of black eyes met silver eyes, and Xie Jingshu said, "You will know later."

It’s not that he was unwilling to teach the art of resurrection and rebirth, but even Ye Fengci, who had extremely profound cultivation, was unable to learn it.

"Master, why can't you use a sword? You must not be a mortal. I think your eyes look like what I saw in a book. What's it called? Hey,"

Mu Qinghan couldn't remember it for a moment and slapped his head anxiously.

Xie Jingshu said, "My eyes? Maybe it's because I've lived in a cold place for too long."

Mu Qinghan stopped patting his head, "Really? Living in a cold place will change your eyes into this kind of eyes."

After thinking for a while, he shouted, "Master, you treat me like a three-year-old child."

Xie Jingshu was helpless. "I can't do anything about this color. It has scared many people."

Mu Qinghan looked at Xie Jingshu carefully, "Those people are so short-sighted. Master, can you cast a spell to make my eyes turn into this color? This color is too magical."

Xie Jingshu said, "Nonsense, how can this change?" Mu Qinghan lowered his head.

"Then Master, can you tell me where you are from? You are definitely not an ordinary person."

Xie Jingshu was embarrassed for a long time, "You will know one day."

Mu Qinghan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Just tell me, Master."

Xie Jingshu did not waver, but Mu Qinghan did not want to give up. He wanted to prove that he had worshipped a god. Xie Jingshu did not answer, but conjured up an ornament of a dragon in an eggshell.

Passed it to Mu Qinghan, "Do you like this?"

"Long Bao," Mu Qinghan suddenly forgot what he wanted to ask just now, and refused to let go of it.

"It would be nice if I could see a dragon. Hey, Master, do you know? According to the legend in the upper cultivation world, there is an ice dragon in the dragon clan that spits out ice and only eats ice instead of rice."

Xie Jingshu almost spit out the water. It seems that the legend is really unbelievable. "Breaking out ice from the mouth? Are you spitting out the ice you ate?"

"Now that I know of one, no one has ever seen one. I'd like to see one, but I'd probably get killed by one of its claws."

Xie Jingshu was speechless, "Is it really that scary?"

Mu Qinghan nodded, "Isn't it said that the dragon clan controls the killing of the world? It's possible that they can give me a claw."

Xie Jingshu was a little angry. "The dragon clan is in charge of killing, but they won't kill people randomly. Do you know how much the dragon clan lost in the war between gods and demons?"

In order to stop the devil from coming to the world, the dragon clan suffered countless casualties and in the end they became villains in the eyes of others. After a few fits of rage, his head began to feel dizzy again.

Mu Qinghan was stunned. "Master, what's wrong with you? I don't know either. They are just talking nonsense."

Xie Jingshu waved his hands and supported his head. "Go out and take a good look at what's on it. Don't listen to rumors anymore."

Mu Qinghan held the booklet and whispered, "Master, you are not a dragon, are you?"

Xie Jingshu raised his head, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and practice. I will check you every two days. If you are lazy, you will be punished by kneeling down."

Mu Qinghan held the secret book in his arms and said, "Master, I will go and practice right away. I will go right away."

Xie Jingshu propped up his head and rested for a while. He kept thinking about Ye Fengci and the scars on his neck. It didn't seem right no matter how he thought about it. He thought that he flew out with his soul.

In just a moment, Xie Jingshu arrived at the river bank where Ye Fengci was. Ye Fengci had already left, and there was only a bloody stone that he had hit on the ground.

There was a little girl sitting next to him. With the intention of giving it a try, Xie Jingshu walked up to the little girl.

"Little sister, did you see a person with golden hair here just now?" The child, who was probably only seven or eight years old, looked at him. He had never seen such a good-looking person before.

But I couldn't tell who was better looking. "Brother, I saw it,"

"So what happened to him?"

The little girl said, "He was bleeding a lot, but he didn't want me to bandage him and he kept crying."

Xie Jingshu felt uncomfortable after hearing this, "Little sister, what did he say to you?" The little girl's eyes were red, as if she had been crying.

"I asked him how he got hurt so badly, but he said it was what he deserved. I wanted to apply medicine on him, but he said it was useless and there was no need to waste it,"

The little girl started crying again and looked at Xie Jingshu, "Brother, why is he like this?"

Xie Jingshu felt a pain in his heart, but said calmly, "What's useless?"

The little girl said, "I saw a long wound on his wrist, but he refused to tell me."

The little girl pointed to her wrist and said, "It's so long, and no one helped to bandage it, so it's bulging out."

Xie Jingshu lost consciousness after hearing this, and his head became even more dizzy. He fell backwards, and the little girl couldn't hold him up.

Xie Jingshu felt nothing after falling on the rock. He couldn't say he was sad, but he just had no strength. He had no strength in his whole body. His eyelids closed weakly. He felt so tired.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The little girl was confused by the two people she met in a row.

Xie Jingshu raised his hand, "It's okay, brother is a little tired." It's useless, what's useless? No, why should he care about this, it has nothing to do with him. Xie Jingshu stood up with the help of the tree.

He would definitely not care about him anymore and flew to Yueyunshan Sect, but he couldn't help thinking that he should not have agreed to be an elder so that he could go and see him.

Xie Jingshu pinched his fingers to drive Ye Fengci out of his mind, then went to the bedroom of Yueyunshan Sect and lay on the couch without any strength. He said he would not think about him, but he still thought about him.

Before he knew it, it was already night. Mu Qinghan knocked on the door. "Master, can I come in?"

Xie Jingshu waved his hand and the door opened. He still felt very tired. "Master, let's go quickly. They are waiting so long and want to see you. The wine is almost reaching the sky."

Xie Jingshu said, "I don't drink." Mu Qinghan grinned, "No, Master can't drink too much, right?"

Xie Jingshu neither nodded nor shook his head, but stood there. Mu Qinghan pulled his sleeve.

"Master, let's go,"

Xie Jingshu was dragged by him to Tingyue Hall. When they got there, everyone was looking at him. Xie Jingshu walked slowly to the table in the front. The head of the sect said,

"Today our sect welcomes a new elder, I would like to toast you first,"

Xie Jingshu glanced at Mu Qinghan, who understood what he meant and replaced the wine in the glass with water without anyone noticing.

He raised his glass and drank all the water in it.

The head of the sect said, "Each elder has a name. I wonder if you want to choose one for yourself or use one of our ready-made ones."

Xie Jingshu's mind was not here at all, his heart had flown away to who knows where, and he couldn't find it back.

"Since you have joined the sect, you should use the sect's name." "The elder, why not call him Ling Meng?"

Xie Jingshu nodded and drank another glass of water. "Greetings to Elder Lingmeng," all the disciples of Tingyue Hall stood up and shouted.

Xie Jingshu was so frightened that his hands began to tremble. His mind was not here, and he shouted rashly, which made him come back to his senses. Steadying the wine glass, Xie Jingshu said, "Sit down, everyone."

Elder Qingyue stepped forward and said, "Elder, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my child from now on."

Xie Jingshu stood up and said, "As I should."

To apologize for leaving without saying goodbye and to make amends for neglecting him a little in the past, in that life, he gave all his attention to Ye Fengci, and took Ye Fengci with him no matter what he did.

The head of the sect did not give up and asked, "Elder Lingmeng, are you willing to accept another disciple?"

Mu Qinghan stood up and said, "My master has long said that he will not accept me. He only has me as a disciple." Mu Qinghan is not afraid of the head of the sect. The Yueyunshan Sect occupies the land of Elder Qingyue, but Elder Qingyue does not want to be the sect leader.

He ran over from his position as a disciple and grabbed Xie Jingshu's sleeve, "Master, is this right?"

Xie Jingshu smiled and said, "Yes, I just want to accept him."

Elder Qingyue's eyes were as proud and happy as Mu Qinghan's. Seeing that there was no hope, the head of the sect said nothing more, "I wonder where the elder is from?

Judging from the elder's skills, he is not like an ordinary cultivator. "Xie Jingshu saw that he could not escape.

He casually said, "Longtan Town." The head of the sect was puzzled, and the elders were also puzzled.

"Is there such a place?" Xie Jingshu smiled faintly.

"Outside Kyushu, few people know about it." That being said, they couldn't look for it outside Kyushu.

"No wonder the elder's Kung Fu is so mysterious. We have never seen it before. Now that we are old, we have finally opened our eyes. Let's drink." Even in such a lively environment,

He still felt depressed and breathless, probably because he was affected by the devil's aura.

"Oh, it would be great if I could have a master like this, so handsome and gentle."

"You must be dreaming. I think the elder is a god who has descended to earth. How can he accept an ordinary person?"

Mu Qinghan was so excited when he heard this, as if he was the one being praised, not Xie Jingshu. He stood beside Xie Jingshu and refused to leave. Xie Jingshu whispered,

"Let's talk about it later. Now go back to your seat," Mu Qinghan reluctantly went back, his eyes fixed on Xie Jingshu...