Disciples commit suicide every day [Transmigration Book]

Huo Xun's head hit a hard object, and the pain made him wake up for a moment.

In a daze, I can only feel that I am no longer in the icy river.

Could it be—he was saved?

Before he could be happy, he heard a strange voice: "I picked up a little guy with five spirit roots..."

"Ha ha……"

"That's right...the heart-protecting species broke out..."

Huo Xun was confused, who is this?What is the heart-protecting species?

His brain was in sharp pain, and his thoughts were disturbed by sudden and sudden. He listened hard, but only heard a few words.

Here... where exactly?

Master, where is Master?

He doesn't want to be here, he wants to find the master, the master is still waiting for him, if he doesn't go back, the master will be sad.

Huo Xun tried his best to open his eyes, and moved his fingers slightly, trying to control his body.

After a while, he just felt dizzy.

A masked face came into view, and he was lifted up.

It turned out that the hard object he hit on the head just now was a raised pattern on the floor, and he was thrown to the ground roughly.

Now he was raised rudely again.

Huo Xun was hanging upside down, feeling so uncomfortable that he wanted to retch, the sensations all over his body seemed to be revived with this feeling, and he began to shout about his own existence unwillingly, the pain made him almost pass out again.

He looked at the terrifying mask in fear. The person behind the mask had a pair of indifferent eyes, staring at him eeriely.

"Little thing, are you awake? Heh... it's your fate."

"Take it easy, Wulinggen, there are not many Huo family members now." Another voice sounded, with the same cold blood and coldness.

The person carrying Huo Xun didn't speak, and Huo Xun could only see the sneer flashing in his eyes.

The Huo family... The Huo family?

He actually returned to Huo's house!

Huo Xun's heart turned cold, the Huo family never brought him any good memories.

Seeing his expression, the masked man in black robe laughed, "Enjoy yourself, little guy."

After he finished speaking, he threw Huo Xun on the ground like throwing trash: "He is already seven years old, register him and send him directly to the Good Fortune Hall."

Another voice said: "Don't worry—it's been found out. It's Huo Zhu's son, born in the Yi family. His name is Huo Xun. During the rebellion two years ago, I thought he was killed by those traitors."

"Okay, the registration is complete, you take him there, remember to replant him with a heart-protecting seed, don't die."

The voice said again.

The man in the black robe mask sneered, grabbed Huo Xun's body, and was caught under his armpit and carried away.

"Open your mouth and eat." He forcefully opened Huo Xun's mouth, stuffed something cold, and as soon as he ate it, it slid down his throat and into his body.

He glanced at the bleeding wound on Huo Xun's dantian again, sneered, and took out a elixir: "The dantian is broken, and a heart-protecting seed will not be able to protect you if you go into the Good Fortune Hall, little thing, I have something here Can heal your wounds, do you dare to eat it?"

Huo Xun stared at him for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth.

He has no choice, if he doesn't eat, he will die.

The man laughed a few times and threw him on the ground: "The newcomer, Wulinggen."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Huo Xun lay on the ground, only in time to see a black robe corner.

The door was closed, and the people who had been hiding in the dark surrounded him, and someone stepped on his face: "A new young master has arrived, tsk tsk, look at this disgusting face, where is the Huo Patriarch's family."

"So what, it's the same when you come in. I'll pick him for the next challenge, heh."

The malicious words kept ringing out, and Huo Xun had no time to react.

His dantian was so painful that it was about to explode.

He gritted his teeth, his gums oozing blood, his nails firmly digging into his flesh, resisting the pain of reshaping.

No crying, no mourning.

Because no one here cares about him.

He kept telling himself, to live, to live—to live no matter what!

To live to see the master.

What he didn't know was that he should have died once in the woods.He should have been taken back to the Huo family at that time, and there was never a trace of warmth in his life.

It was Xie Qingrang who saved him before the heart-protecting species erupted.

No one would know that it was that little coincidence that created their completely different fates.

**

Xie Qingrang endured the pain and followed the disciple into the meeting hall, glanced at the large crowd inside, and his heart sank even deeper.

This is obviously a bad comer.

When he saw the head of the sect, he saluted first, then bowed his hands to the others present, and said weakly: "I have seen all the brothers and uncles."

Mu Chun, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, came out, and said regretfully: "Nephew Xie, half a month ago, the inner disciple Li Yuanyi ordered Liu Fang, Gao Songyue, and Xue Tong to murder Lingtu, causing him to fall into the Youshui Canyon. Being dealt with by the sect rules, you...sorry."

Xie Qing shook his body, looked at him with difficulty, and couldn't believe what he heard.

Mu Chun sighed, shook his head and sat back, avoiding his sight.

"You said... my Ah Xun... is dead, dead?" His voice was very soft, trembling unceasingly.

The people around looked at him, those who were at odds with him saw him so heartbroken, they couldn't help laughing in their hearts, but they still showed concern on their faces.

The head of the sect, Jin Shengyuan, looked at him with pity, and said, "Qing Rang, I never thought that someone would be so bold as to kill a fellow sect. If you have any demands, just ask, and it will be considered as compensation from the sect."

Xie Qingrang stood there, turning a deaf ear, shaking his head and muttering to himself: "No...how could it be...how could it be..."

"Junior brother..." Shen Xing, who had been standing there silently, called out to him, calling back his thoughts.

Xie Qingrang stared fiercely into his eyes as if suddenly awakened: "You promised me! Tell me why my apprentice died as soon as I left!"

Shen Xing remained silent, and after a long while, he said: "Li Yuanyi deliberately set up this poisonous plan to please his junior sister and senior brother Li. I was negligent."

Xie Qingrang sneered: "Neglected?"

Jin Shengyuan frowned, and scolded: "Qing Rang, I know you feel uncomfortable, but it's not Shen'er who murdered, why are you angry with him? Don't you just yell at people who treat you well? Is it? My apprentice, if I can't manage it myself, who will I depend on?"

Xie Qing made his throat sweet, he covered his heart, swallowed the blood that had already overflowed, and looked at these people coldly.

"Okay, I know about my apprentice, can I go now?"

Jin Shengyuan frowned, Qiu Zheng, the elder of the Internal Affairs Hall, took a step forward and said, "Wait a minute."

Xie Qingrang turned his eyes to look at him, the dead silence in his eyes was shocking.

Qiu Zhengzhi sighed secretly, and said: "Martial nephew, since Yi Xun is dead, it is useless for you to ask for Baiyun Ganoderma lucidum. You might as well hand it over to the sect, and the sect will give you equivalent resources."

Xie Qingrang stared at him expressionlessly, and after a while, said in a hoarse voice,

"it is good."

With a slight movement of his fingers, he took out a jade box and handed it over.

Jin Shengyuan smiled with satisfaction, and said: "Chen'er, you are the most suitable to use this Baiyun Ganoderma lucidum. You and Qing Rang have always been close, so he must be willing to use it for you."

Shen Xing stood where he was, but did not go to pick up the jade box. He kept looking at Xie Qingrang for a long while, his lips moved,

"Senior brother..."

Xie Qing let go of his hand, turned and left.

The jade box fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Jin Shengyuan shook his head, glanced at his apprentice, stretched out his hand, grabbed the jade box in his hand, and said, "Chen'er, are you still here?"

Shen Xing lowered her eyes, walked over to take the jade box, tightened her lips, and said, "Thank you...Master."

Jin Shengyuan waved his hand with a smile: "Disciple, take a closer look, everything depends on human effort. As a teacher, I still hope that you will become a dual-line heavenly root and win glory for my Qixia sect. Do you remember what I taught you before?" Is it? Haha."

Shen Xing's dark eyes darkened a lot, Master taught - in the world of cultivation, strength speaks.

When he has strength, he must not allow his junior to be bullied again.

He squeezed the jade box in his hand, and his heart slowly hardened.

Jin Cailing secretly hid in the inner hall, looking outside through the hollow decoration, when she saw Shen Xingchen taking the jade box, she couldn't help but sneered in her heart.

She turned her back, leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, sat on the ground and covered her face.

The desperate and lonely back of senior brother Xie when he turned to leave appeared in front of his eyes. He was so fragile that he would fall if touched, but he left here alone.

Tears flowed continuously from between her fingers, and suppressed cries sounded intermittently.

She had never been so remorseful.

She didn't understand it before, but now she understands the anguish in her senior brother's heart.

This Nuo Da sect is really hypocritical and utterly cold.

In the whole sect, only she and the little ghost really liked the senior brother.

But only that brat treats his brother wholeheartedly.

She killed the only person who loved senior brother wholeheartedly.