The villain has a special auxiliary way [Quick Transmigration]

Nephew Xiao and his little nephew struggled for a long time, from the night full of stars to the sky turning pale.

He only left a small amount of spiritual power in his body, and gave the rest to Yan Zixi.Xiao Chenyan's expression was indifferent, and he lowered his head to look at Yan Zixi who was sleeping cutely: "In this case, how can I explain to your master."

There was no trace of fireworks in Xiao Chenyan's body, and he gently twisted the quilt for Yanzi Xi. He rarely dealt with people in his life, but he was robbed of Yuanyang by this little nephew and bullied by all kinds of deceptions.He made a big mistake last night, his nephew went astray, as his uncle, he was supposed to help him get back on the right path, but instead of stopping him, he went crazy with him.

Xiao Chenyan lowered his eyes and thought about what to do next, and saw the curled eyelashes of the little nephew in his arms trembling slightly, but after a while, he didn't move again.

Still want to lie?Xiao Chenyan sighed in his heart, and said, "Are you awake, are you still sleepy?"

Yanzi Xijian couldn't hide, so he could only open his eyes, his voice was too hoarse from crying last night: "...Uncle."

Xiao Chenyan's heart softened a bit, he didn't say much, went to pour a glass of warm water and handed it to Yan Zixi: "Drink the water first."

This kind of tranquility before the storm made Yan Zixi feel a little confused for the first time, and the persimmons were soft. The first time he saw Xiao Chenyan, he knew that this person looked cold and difficult to get close to, but in fact he should be very good Bully.

In fact, Xiao Chenyan could easily be bullied by him. From cooking to night watch, this uncle is from clumsy to proficient, and he doesn't even know how to resist...

Yan Zixi originally thought that after he woke up, Xiao Chenyan would preach to him righteously, and he would be scolded at worst, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

He took the water and drank it slowly, Xiao Chenyan looked at him quietly: "For the mistakes you made..."

Yan Zixi really had no idea, stroked his forehead and interrupted him: "Uncle, since you want me to drink water, why bother to provoke me to talk?" I feel that I can't let go of discipline.

Yan Zixi blinked tiredly: "Uncle, nephew knows that he has committed a heinous crime. If uncle wants to settle the score with me, nephew has nothing to say. It's just that I'm very tired now. Can everything wait for me to sleep?" Once you wake up, let's talk again?"

He retreated to advance, and stretched out his hand to get his Qiankun bag.

Xiao Chenyan pressed his shoulder slightly, and the palm felt smooth and warm. This feeling was familiar to Xiao Chenyan. He had been pinching his nephew's waist last night, and it was the same way. It was fragrant and soft, and contained a sense of strength.

His heart was beating extremely fast, and he immediately withdrew his hand. He didn't open his eyes seriously and didn't look at Yan Zixi blinking. He found that seeing his little nephew blinking, his head became dizzy: "What do you want to take, I'll help you."

Yan Zixi said: "The Qiankun bag contains all the nephew's things, and I will give it to the uncle to mend the spirit. If it is not enough, I will make it up later. Uncle, can I go to bed now?"

The pretty boy was well-behaved last night, and now he is always taking care of his own feelings, listening to his own words, even if he knows that he may be a goblin, it is difficult for Xiao Chenyan not to be bewitched.

He secretly told himself, you are a monk, where did your vigilance go?Xiao Chenyan closed his eyes, and said coldly: "Go to sleep, are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Yan Zixi shook his head to express that he would not eat. He consciously fooled himself and escaped, so he lay down and covered his face with the quilt.

Only then did Xiao Chenyan focus on his outline. The little nephew was lying on the bed, and there was an empty place next to him, and there was originally himself. They had been lingering all night last night, skin to skin, and the relationship was more intimate than anything else.

Xiao Chenyan clenched his hands tightly, suppressing the overly charming images in his mind, he can no longer be soft-hearted and indulgent, the little nephew has gone astray, if he doesn't correct it, it may be difficult to get on the right path.

So when Yan Zixi woke up, he found that the master uncle was really surrounded by air-conditioning. Yan Zixi was very good at seeing people, and knew that Xiao Chenyan was definitely not good at talking, so he put away his usual bullying appearance and watched his nose Concentrate on improving your strength.

His spiritual power was consumed extremely quickly, but he never absorbed Xiao Chenyan's spiritual power.

Xiao Chenyan would often come to him to preach, from the origin of the myriad ways to the distinction between good and evil, with a brilliant tongue and aura around his body, he really talked about the great way and the magic.

But Yan Zixi couldn't listen to it. He couldn't remember how many times he had listened to various Dharma meetings. He was tired of seeing such a cold person or god like Xiao Chenyan, and felt dull and boring.

He held his knife, his eyes were empty, and he leaned on the chair like a soft bone. Xiao Chenyan sneaked a glance during the interval between his sermons, and thought that the little nephew looked very good-looking. He looked a little lazy, holding the murderous knife It looked so cute.

But he couldn't indulge anymore: "Have you understood the Wanmiao Qingxin Dharma?"

Yanzi Xi looked at Xiao Chenyan for the sake of giving him so much spiritual power, and endured him: "Master's uncle is exquisite in Taoism, and my nephew has benefited a lot. It's just that my nephew is a little tired now, can we continue next time?"

Xiao Chenyan pierced through the little nephew who wanted to be lazy at a glance: "What kind of Taoism I have taught, and what benefits have you received, repeat them all."

This rigid and aggressive look is simply disgusting, Yan Zixi blushed with anger, couldn't bear it any longer, stood up holding the knife and walked out, showing no face to Xiao Chenyan at all.

The rebellious little nephew, Xiao Chenyan was a little helpless, and stepped forward to catch his angry little nephew, but was thrown away severely.

Yan Zixi brazenly put a knife in his face: "Uncle, you better not provoke me, my nephew has a bad temper, and the most annoying thing is to listen to people preaching and discussing the scriptures. I just took away your Yuanyang and spiritual power. In the worst case, I will take it away later." Return the things to you, and leave me alone."

This arrogant and uncooperative appearance gave Xiao Chenyan a headache. He looked at the slender waist of his little nephew, with bloodstains on the sharp blade: "Why are you willing to listen?" He didn't take himself as an uncle Come to suppress people, because I know that the little nephew will definitely dismiss it.

Which nephew in the world who respects his uncle would force...

This little nephew couldn't beat him, he couldn't listen to him, Xiao Chenyan really didn't know how to discipline him.Yan Zixi squinted at him: "I don't like to listen to these things, listening to my uncle's preaching, can I improve my cultivation?"

Xiao Chenyan was helpless: "How can you be so lacking in spiritual power and cultivation? You are a sword cultivator, and your sword intent is pure enough to defeat the enemy. In time, you will surely reach the spiritual aperture. Why do you want to go on an evil path?"

Yan Zixi was too lazy to say to his boring uncle: "Everyone has his own ambitions, why should uncle care about me?"

He had had enough of these days of Taoism, with a thin anger on his face, he didn't even look at Xiao Chenyan, he hung the scabbard on his slender waist, and with one step of his long legs, he was about to shake off Xiao Chenyan and go out .

The little nephew had a bad temper, Xiao Chenyan didn't want him to leave, he squeezed his hands and his ears turned red, and blurted out: "You want spiritual power, why can't I give it to you."

Yan Zixi paused a little when he heard the word Lingli.

It was really useful, he was really a realistic little nephew, Xiao Chenyan refused to let go forcefully: "You...you listen to my preaching, and I will give you spiritual power."

The temptation of the pure yang spirit body is quite strong, Yan Zixi raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Master knows what I'm talking about?"

Xiao Chenyan was expressionless, but his empty hands trembled a little. He looked seriously into the eyes of his little nephew: "I know."

Uncle Xiao is so sincere, Yan Zixi is not unreasonable, the big deal is that he lost his mind when listening to Xiao Chenyan's preaching.

Afterwards, Xiao Chenyan really did what he said. At night, he moved violently and hugged Yan Zixi hotly. Although the little nephew likes to cry every time, it can be seen from his very obedient reaction every time. Look, the little nephew just likes himself like this.

Xiao Chenyan bullied him until he cried, and then bullied him until he couldn't cry, so he could only hug his waist to sink and float.

During the day, Xiao Chenyan acted like a flower of a high mountain, serious and dull, teaching various Taoism.

Yan Zixi thought of the uncle who gave him spiritual power at night, and tolerated the uncle who controlled him during the day.

His strength will always be improved in actual combat. Yan Zixi's long saber was drawn out of its sheath, and the sharp and overbearing saber intent pierced the soft belly of the mountain pecking beast, cutting out a line of crimson blood.

The phantom of the mountain pecking beast was created in front of Xiao Chenyan. The dead souls and the gray empty city made the youngest Lingqiao period helpless.

Amidst the gray, a bright color gradually appeared, Yan Zi smiled brightly, and stabbed obliquely with the blade: "Demons, who told you to come here to find my uncle?"

With force on his wrist, a line of saber intent slashed across the sky, breaking through all the illusions of the mountain pecking beast. The blade was pointed at Xiao Chenyan's heart, and Yan Zi smiled: "Master, there is a demon in your heart." He reached forward with the blade Some: "Uncle, you said that if I completely strangled this bunch of demons now, would they dare to come to me?"

Xiao Chenyan looked at his arrogant and beautiful appearance and said nothing. There were some flowers in front of his eyes, but Yan Zixi restrained his smile, and his eyes were extremely serious: "They never dare, I killed them for no reason, they Won't come to me, uncle killed them because they deserved to die, but was haunted by demons, uncle, why do you think this is?"

Xiao Chenyan didn't know, maybe he knew at first, but then he didn't know anymore.

The way of the world is not benevolent, and those who have nothing to do with life and death in the world will have a smooth journey of practice.But Xiao Chenyan was full of demons, did he do something wrong?No.

Seeing Xiao Chenyan's appearance, Yan Zixi also knew that he still couldn't understand, everyone's Dao was different, Yan Zixi would never indoctrinate Xiao Chenyan with anything rashly, and the Dao foundation would be half destroyed if the instilled ideas became gods.

Even if it was for the task, Yan Zixi would not do this.

He had to wait for Xiao Chenyan to think for a while, but now he walked up to Xiao Chenyan holding the knife.The aloof and silly uncle took the initiative to hold him, and the spiritual power was transmitted to Yan Zixi's body, which was extremely comfortable.

Yan Zixi handed the demon pill of the mountain pecking beast to Xiao Chenyan: "Uncle Master, here it is, I have cleared the demon energy from it, you can use it to replenish spiritual power."

Xiao Chenyan absorbed the spiritual power of Yaodan very quickly, Yan Zixi was not as talented as him, and the spiritual power given to him by the pure yang spirit body was faster.

Xiao Chenyan took the Yaodan: "Well, take a break before continuing, there is still a long time before Lingshan Zifu is open."

Yan Zixi was most afraid that Xiao Chenyan would take a break, and every time he took a break, Xiao Chenyan would start to preach.Yan Zixi really didn't want to listen: "Master Uncle, can we save today's Taoism for the night?"

Xiao Chenyan saw that he was evasive again, but he was not angry: "Yes." In the evening, the little nephew was more obedient, and Xiao Chenyan suddenly wanted to know what would happen to the little nephew when he preached when he channeled his spiritual power.

He will definitely cry first, whether he can hear himself preaching is a problem.Secondly, he might be angry, and he should bite himself, just like yesterday when he bit his own shoulder to bleed.

Xiao Chenyan was thinking about these things with a serious face, while Yanzi Xi held his knife again, looking for other monsters.A few stray strands of hair scattered in front of his forehead, but his eyes were brighter than the stars, and the long knife was shining brightly in his hand.

A cool breath came, Yan Zixi's eyebrows turned cold, and the long knife changed from offensive to defensive, blocking in front of him, but the figure of Feng Zhenjun came out of the darkness.

He glanced at Yan Zixi, sneered, and condensed out a spiritual knife in his hand, before using his spiritual orifice stage, he attacked Yan Zixi.Zhenjun Bufeng possessed superb saber skills, his attack was like a gust of wind, and he attacked Yanzi Xi.

He thought it was a certain round, so the spirit swords hit each other and pressed down.Yan Zixi knew that he would not be able to escape the hands of Zhenjun Feng today, and he deliberately did not see Zhenjun Feng's more strength.

He flattened the blade, avoiding most of the force of the spirit knife, and the moment the spirit knife cut at him, his steps teleported, his left and right hands switched, and his eyes were extremely sharp. cut off.

Zhenjun Bufeng frowned almost invisibly, held the saber back to defend, no longer comparing it with saber skills, the spiritual power of the Lingqiao stage was like a mountain, covering Yan Zixi's body, his shoulders trembled, and the offensive was interrupted , with a bit of sweetness in his mouth, but he still stood upright, holding a knife on the ground, without being bent a little.

A cold light flashed from the corner of Zhenjun Bufeng's eyes: "Rebel." With a slight lift of his hand, spiritual power surged over like mountains and seas, sticking to Yan Zixi's wrists and ankles, preventing him from moving an inch, and then he moved forward like a ghost. Gone with the wind, he came to Yan Zixi in an instant, and put his palms on his back and exerted force.

With a flash of inspiration, Zhenjun Bufeng's long knife was pulled out from the spine knife mansion, touching the painful meridians all over his body.Yanzi Xi's face was so painful that it was blank, blood spilled from his back, dyeing the sunset red, it was extremely tragic.

Zhenjun Bufeng took his own knife, and it was blood-red, all nourished by the Peony Sword House.He glanced at Yan Zixi, who was trembling in pain: "Follow me out of Lingshan Zifu, this is not the place you should come."

This traitor is really rebellious, but Zhenjun Feng thought about Yan Zixi's sword intent just now, and felt a pity for a moment. If this person is really his apprentice, he might cultivate it with all his heart.

However, this person is doomed to be only his furnace ~ cauldron, as long as he is compliant and well-behaved, it is better to get rid of such useless strength and sword intent earlier.

The blood-red long knife suddenly surged, and it slashed towards the edge of Yanzi Xi's knife. The peony knife broke into two pieces. The sword of Daoxiu was originally a magic weapon, connecting the heart veins. The support point suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee, blood soaked through the snow-white robe and flowed into the mud.

He didn't show any expression, he didn't cry when the knife was broken or his meridians were hurt, only bright red blood flowed from his ears.

Zhenjun Bufeng glanced at Tanhong: "The peony knife is broken, you should give up completely. Go back with me, and I will heal your wounds." He came here to learn that Yan Zixi had the guts to destroy the teleportation array, Fearing that this person would become more and more rebellious, he made up his mind to finish the important business and bring him back immediately.

His tone was a little harsh: "I'll settle with you when I get back."

At this time, Xiao Chenyan was waiting in the inn, and other disciples of the sect were also at the side, not daring to talk to this indifferent uncle.Xiao Chenyan also refused to talk to anyone, and sat and waited for the little nephew to come back.

Others told him that Yan Zixi was called by his master to talk and would be back later, but Xiao Chenyan always felt restless.He was worried that the junior nephew would be punished too much by his master, although the junior nephew should indeed be restrained, and he couldn't do it himself, it was a good thing for his master to restrain him, and the punishment in the sect was not severe at all.

But Xiao Chenyan was distressed and uneasy, he got up and was going to find his nephew.

Yan Zixi came back at this time, and bumped into Xiao Chenyan head-on, Xiao Chenyan was overjoyed at first, and then his face changed a bit: "The wound on your body was caused by your master?"

Yan Zixi glanced at himself, the wounds on his hands and legs were exposed, these wounds were not very painful, he just said to Xiao Chenyan when he came back: "Uncle, nephew is going to leave Lingshanzi early today. house."

His sleeves were a little tattered, and he handed his Qiankun bag to Xiao Chenyan: "Here are all the demon pills these days, and my uncle uses them to restore spiritual power."

Xiao Chenyan's eyes almost turned red when he saw the wound on his hand: "I'll go find your master." How could anyone hit his apprentice so hard: "Lingshan Zifu is an excellent opportunity, don't leave early. If it's your master's order, I'll go and talk to him."

Yan Zixi stopped him: "Martial uncle doesn't need to go, Martial Nephew is fine. If you go, Master will only be angrier." Then I was even worse.

This is indeed the truth, the master in the cultivation world is like a father, and the master disciplines the disciples, and no one else can intervene.Xiao Chenyan thought about his senior brother's character, endured it, and pressed down the idea of ​​looking for him.

He took Yan Zixi upstairs, carefully applied medicine to the wounds on his body, and healed him with the remaining spiritual power.The Peony Knife Mansion on the back of Yan Zixi has been closed, and no one can see that his spine is nourishing other people's knives day and night with blood, and the tragedy of Shi Cai's knives being pulled away.

His back was in pain, and he lay in Xiao Chenyan's arms and wept silently, wet the clothes of his uncle who loves to be clean.

Xiao Chenyan hugged him gently, and took the initiative to spend his spiritual energy. Now he didn't want his nephew to be disciplined like this at all, and he didn't want to watch him cry.

Yan Zixi guessed that Zhenjun Feng would be back soon, and got up from Xiao Chenyan: "Uncle, nephew, please ask you one thing. After you spend the autumn in Lingshan Purple Mansion, help me find something. You can only do it yourself." Go find..." After Yan Zixi finished speaking, Xiao Chenyan did not refuse.

He had been concerned about his little nephew's injuries and tears before, only then did he notice that he had changed back into his rotten clothes: "Why did you change your clothes? Where did the cassock go when you went out?"

Yan Zixi showed a smile uglier than crying, and said for his own poverty, "It's dead too."

The fact is that the back and chest of that dress was full of blood, and the formation was also destroyed. Xiao Chenyan bought two clothes for Yan Zixi, one was shattered by the Buddha's palm cultivation technique, and the other was completely destroyed now.

Not only that, but in the scabbard hanging on his waist, there was only one knife that was broken in two.