The villain has a special auxiliary way [Quick Transmigration]

After all, Yan Zixi was about to leave behind his bully uncle and leave. Holding his broken knife, he followed Zhenjun Bufeng without saying a word.

The days of Lingshan Zifu's opening are not yet over, and now few monks go out, so the entrance of the teleportation formation is extremely deserted.

No matter how Feng Zhenjun was about to step into the gate, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Zixi's hand: "Who applied the medicine for the wound on your hand?"

Yan Zixi raised his hand, the open wound on the back of his hand was already covered with cool ointment, he said bluntly: "I did it myself."

Zhenjun Bufeng narrowed his eyes: "That is Xiao Chenyan's wound medicine, how could you have it." His whole body became gloomy, Yan Zixi was his furnace ~ tripod, Zhenjun Bufeng didn't want to see him with anyone People have unnecessary involvement: "I ask you, who gave you the medicine."

Yanzi Xi really didn't expect Xiao Chenyan to be so flimsy, it's nothing more than not in contact with people, but he even had to develop wound medicine by himself.He didn't dare to let Zhenjun Bufeng discover his relationship with Xiao Chenyan, and looked directly at Zhenjun Bufeng: "It's the medicine that Uncle Xiao left on me before. I haven't had time to return it, and I was hurt by the master just now." , I just use it myself, why, the master even has to take care of the disciple's medicine?"

Bufeng Zhenjun carefully looked at his expression, and made sure that what he said was the truth.Indeed, judging from Xiao Chenyan's personality, how could he do these things.

But even if Yanzi Xizhen took the medicine himself, Bufeng Zhenjun would take the opportunity to beat his arrogance: "I told you before, I will give you the medicine when I get back, but you did it without authorization."

Yan Zixi was very familiar with this routine, but if Zhenjun Feng wanted to beat him, he would always find a reason.He was beaten anyway, and the corner of Yanzi Xi's mouth curled up coldly, not giving him any face.

Sure enough, the next moment, he was grabbed by the wrist by the sullen Zhenjun Bufeng, and dipped into the condensed ice water, the biting chill soaked into his limbs from the open wound, Yan Zixi couldn't tell what it was The cold still hurts, and I shivered hard.

Seeing him in a state of embarrassment, the corners of Zhenjun Feng's eyes flashed a faint arrogance, so what about the Peony Knife, he can break his pulse once, and he can also break his pride again: "Wash the medicine on your hands clean."

Yan Zixi's wound was soaked white: "I would like to obey the master's order, but the master doesn't take his hands away, how can I wash?"

Bufeng Zhenjun's face sank, and he really took his hand away, and saw this rebel raising his sleeves, carefully washing the ointment left on the wound, blood escaping, staining a basin of water red, he didn't seem to be afraid of pain at all , full of disobedience.

What a rebellion!Bufeng Zhenjun raised his hand, and the ice water poured down from top to bottom, pouring Yan Zixi's heart cold, his clothes clinging to the wound, and the wind blew it so cold that it hurt.

Zhenjun Bufeng said: "I am more satisfied with washing like this."

Yan Zixi was also very satisfied, he just wanted to anger Zhenjun Bufeng, so he was tied back to the sect in wet clothes all the way.

With soft red veils and piles of flowers, his room is not arranged like a knife cultivator's room, so Feng Zhenjun will come up with various ways to train him when he is not practicing.

He will make Yan Zixi dress like a real stove~ding, and stay in the room almost all day long, kneeling in front of the bronze mirror day after day.

"Are you a knife repairman?"

Yan Zixi couldn't eat for several days, his whole body was covered with dark wounds, he was so hungry that he was dizzy before his eyes, and said softly: "I am."

The back of the knife hit him on the shoulder, making him stagger a few times, Bufeng Zhenjun said viciously: "You are a knife repairer, where is your knife pulse, and where is the knife?"

His knives and knives were ruined by Bufeng Zhenjun, Yan Zixi hung his head, his hair was dripping with blood, and there was some brilliance in his eyes: "I don't have a knives, I am also a knives repair."

He was really terribly stubborn, but Zhenjun Feng tortured him for almost three months, but he still didn't make him change his words.

He lost his patience any more, and handed Yan Zixi's scabbard to him, and when he really came to hold it, he used the back of his own knife to slap his hand, spattering out a long flow of blood, bruised and purple.

"You can't even hold the scabbard, so you can still be regarded as a sword master?" Bufeng Zhenjun asked in a voice, pinching Yan Zixi's chin, forcing him to look up in the mirror.

The young man inside was pale and thin, his delicate eyebrows lost their usual flying look, beautiful and fragile.He was even forced to put powder on his body, his face was lightly modified, and he was beautiful, and even some peony flowers were embroidered on his clothes.

What is this like, like a metamorphosis, like a stove~ding, but not like a knife repairer.There were tears in the corners of Yan Zixi's eyes, he seemed unable to accept the current situation.

Bufeng Zhenjun said: "See clearly? This is what you look like now."

He liked the desperate expression on the traitor's face now, grabbed his smooth hair, and bumped it in front of the bronze mirror, blood bloomed on his forehead instantly, and flowed down against the mirror.

Zhenjun Bufeng sternly said: "Can you see clearly? Are you a knife cultivator or something?"

Yanzi chirped like a gossamer, with tears in his eyes: "I'm not a swordsman. No swordsman would be like this..."

The arrogance of this traitor has been dampened by more than half, but Zhenjun Feng is still a little dissatisfied: "Cry if you want to cry. With your identity, you don't have any need to hold back tears." The coming capital endured tears.

His answer was a string of tears, dripping to the ground.Yan Zixi's straight back suddenly relaxed.

The eagle was boiled successfully, and the peony knife finally broke.Bufeng Zhenjun was a little bit sorry for the fall of an outstanding knife repairer, but he was more relieved.

A monk with a mysterious physique, no one can't help but turn him into a furnace~cauldron, this is everyone's choice, the fate of the peony sword has long been doomed, without him, there will be others.

It's not true that Feng Zhenjun is good at Taoism, he doesn't care about right or wrong, he only cares about his own immortal journey.

The apprentice in front of him finally bent, and after the eagle was boiled, he should also be given some candies.True Monarch Bufeng tried his best to gently hand over a handkerchief: "Wipe the blood on your forehead and hands, since you have recognized the reality clearly, and you are practicing dual cultivation with me, naturally no one will dare to bully you."

When he is a dog?Yanzi Xi took the veil blankly and wiped the blood from his body.

Since then, Zhenjun Bufeng didn't stop him from going out, but Yan Zixi knew that it was just an appearance, he stayed in the house peacefully for several days, practicing the furnace~cauldron kung fu, and when he went out later, Also just find some secluded places to sit in a daze, completely lost the vitality before.

When Xiao Chenyan hurried back, he saw this little nephew.

He originally thought that the little nephew would arrogantly ask him if he got the things, or pounce on him and ask him for spiritual power, but now the quiet and gentle little nephew made Xiao Chenyan a little flustered.

He walked over, stood in front of Yan Zixi, and compared his wrist with his hand: "You're thin." Xiao Chenyan actually lost weight too, he missed his nephew day and night, if it wasn't for thinking about carrying things for him , came back early.

Yan Zixi didn't say a word, it's normal for him to be thin, and he will probably be even thinner in the future.

Xiao Chenyan didn't get a response. He wasn't the one who took the initiative, but now he found a topic by himself: "Where's your Pure Heart Bead?"

The Qingxin Pearl that the little nephew stole from him, which was always worn around his neck in the past, why is it gone now?

Qingxinzhu was not good for him to practice Furnace~Ding Kung Fu, so he was destroyed by Bufeng Zhenjun long ago.Yan Zixi is now relying on the Buddha bone relic to suppress himself, his face is a little red: "I haven't brought it for now, Master, I have to go back."

Xiao Chenyan pulled him back: "I brought you other things." He handed his Qiankun bag to Yan Zixi: "There are things you want in it, and there are also some concentration pills and magic clothes."

This Qiankun bag was used by Xiao Chenyan all the time before, and the things in it were all obtained from his travels. To say that it is worth a lot is just an underestimation.

Gao Leng's uncle was a little embarrassed, his eyes were hot: "The cassock is a formation I carved with my own hands, and it won't be broken easily." He looked at the clothes Yan Zixi was wearing, although the little nephew looked very good-looking in flowers, But Xiao Chenyan didn't want him to show off like this, he was already very beautiful, so what could happen again.

Yan Zixi has nothing now, and really wants something from Xiao Chenyan.But he couldn't, otherwise Zhenjun Feng would definitely be ruined by him again.He said: "Thank you uncle, can uncle take it for nephew first, and then give it to me later." After he chopped Zhenjun Bufeng, give it to him.

This is the little nephew he is familiar with, Xiao Chenyan felt a little relieved: "Okay, you can come and get it anytime you like." Seeing that Yan Zixi could be blown down by the wind, he summoned up his courage again: "Do you want to go out?" Have a meal?"

Yan Zixi also wanted to, but he couldn't go out now, so he refused: "My nephew is not hungry now." In fact, in order to make Bufeng Zhenjun relax his vigilance, he didn't eat much for several days.

He insisted on going back, and Xiao Chenyan felt uncomfortable for contradicting his nephew like this.He didn't show a little bit on his face: "If you are busy with cultivation, you don't have to be so anxious. Your master has already left the house today. If you go with me, you will never be discovered by him."

Xiao Chenyan didn't know what he was doing, it felt like he was coaxing his nephew to go out on a date with him.But he didn't regret it, and looked eagerly at Yan Zixi in his eyes.

Yan Zixi agreed, he really has no principles: "Uncle Shi, let's go quietly so that no one will find out, especially my master, is that okay?"

He deliberately picked a secluded place, and with Xiao Chenyan's cultivation, he could completely avoid everyone.

Now that the two of them went out to eat, the next thing will be logical. Xiao Chenyan cast aside his impure thoughts, and still had no resistance to the blushing young nephew.

"Uncle, nephew does not listen to preaching." But I want spiritual power, Yan Zixi grabbed the quilt, showing his shallow fox tail.

Even if it was nephew fox, Xiao Chenyan was willing to be bullied by him, so he kissed him on the face: "Just don't listen." He finally realized that his preaching was of no use to nephew fox.

Xiao Chenyan and his junior nephew parted for a long time, he aggressively aggressive at the same time, tender and compassionate at the same time.

It's just that this time there is something different outside of happiness, the little nephew still cried, but this crying was different from the previous euphemistic invitations, and it really brought some conflicts.

"Uncle...I'm tired...it hurts so much, take a break."

Xiao Chenyan could hear his emotions, and felt really distressed when he heard the pain, so he stopped immediately: "I caused you pain?"

Yan Zixi was tortured and beaten for so many days by Bufeng Zhenjun because he didn't agree with each other for a word, and his body was covered with hidden wounds. In terms of physical fitness, he was not as good as before.This is exactly what he expected.

He also didn't intend to let Xiao Chenyan know, and blinked his eyes: "Master, give me more spiritual power, and I won't be in pain."

Xiao Chenyan really thought that he was going too far, so he comforted the little nephew: "Take a break first, and I will give it to you later." He wasn't hurt either.

Yan Zixi nodded obediently, he is really in pain now.He slowly circulated the spiritual power in his body to restrain the pain in his body.

Xiao Chenyan held his hand: "Don't waste your spiritual power, I'll help you." The little nephew's spiritual power was low, if he used it again, it would be even more troublesome for Xiao Chenyan to give him spiritual power.

This is just the most rational idea, but the actual situation is... he can't see his little nephew suffering alone, and always wants to share it for him, or keep him safe.