Bai Yueguang was pissed off [Quick Transmigration]

During the day, Gu He listened to Shen Shuqian's exhortations, saying that the bamboo forest in Qingxi Valley is special, don't touch it if you have nothing to do, but unexpectedly, something happened in it just at night.

When the noise rang out, Gu He was just holding his chin lightly, lost in thought under the dim lamp.

There is a book spread out on his desk, which was sent by Shen Shu. The practice of spells in Qingxi Valley is of no use to him. Although he is holding it, he is thinking more about Shen Heng.

With Shen Heng's current situation, he had to go and have a look, but before he could think of how to get there, he heard a loud cry for help from outside the door.

The voice was miserable and desolate, extremely pitiful, as if its owner was suffering some unbearable pain, and there was more than one, Gu He was startled when he heard it.

He got up, pushed open the half-covered door, and wanted to go out to have a look, but Shen Shu who rushed over pinched his arm.

"Little brother, something has happened, no, Qingxi Valley can't stay anymore, listen to me, the master will open a passage to the mortal world on Mayfly Mountain later, you and other brothers must leave quickly."

Shen Shu's voice was hurried and unspeakably depressing, as if he was explaining something about his funeral, Gu He was startled when he heard it: "Did something happen?"

Shen Shu frowned, and had no time to answer him. He just patted him on the shoulder and urged: "The bamboo forest was destroyed by the people of Canglan Sect. He will probably be able to sense it right away. No one here can escape, so hurry up."

Gu He listened to him, his mind was calm and calm, and he couldn't help being startled by this development: "Canglan Sect? They were not..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu He himself fell silent.

After Shen Heng came back, he picked out all the sects with one sword, and the six major sects were like scattered sand, their prestige no longer existed.

But the Canglan Sword Sect was the most powerful sect back then, even if all the immortals in the sect fell, the strength of the remaining scattered disciples should not be underestimated.

If they had the determination to break through the barrier of Qingxi Valley, it would not be difficult.

Sure enough, Shen Shu gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "This group of beasts, even if they destroyed the Qingxi Valley, the bamboo forest would be fine. After all, even if that person is not around, he still left a formation to protect him..."

"It's our fault. Thinking that the Immortal Venerable's residence has been unoccupied for a long time and needs someone to clean it, we asked for this errand. I didn't expect that these people would take advantage of the loophole and take the immortal artifact left by Cangcang Immortal Venerable. Enchanted..."

Speaking of this, Shen Shu couldn't help but sigh softly: "Now, I'm afraid that Qingxi Valley can't stay out of the matter. You go to Mayfly Mountain. With Master here, it's a bit of a shame, he won't kill them all."

"What about you, what should we do?" Compared with these immortals, Shen Shu is really not that old, even younger than Shen Heng. Gu He looked at him, and his voice couldn't help softening. .

Shen Shu rubbed his face uncomfortably, for some reason, facing this little junior who had only met him once, he always had the illusion of seeing a male god, which made him unable to help but pay more attention to people.

Now that he is talking like this, this feeling is even more similar. He couldn't help coughing lightly, and said slowly: "I...? As an inner disciple, I will always live and die with Qingxi Valley."

"Besides, we're all gone. Don't tell him clearly that we're playing tricks on him. I'm afraid things will get worse by then."

This is really a very responsible little fairy. Looking at him, Gu He almost saw the young Shen Heng who stood in front of him when he was on the verge of danger, and his heart softened.

"It's okay." He said to Shen Shu in a gentle voice, with some comfort, "Don't worry, it will be fine, he won't do anything to you."

"Huh...??" Senior brother Shen, who came here to rescue the younger brother, was slightly distorted by these words, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the scene of the incident unknowingly.

In fact, the situation at the scene was not as irreversible as imagined, because the rescue was timely and the area of ​​the bamboo forest was not too large. The reason why the crowd panicked was more because they cared about the people behind it.

It's just that the original emerald bamboo building was scorched black by the thick smoke, and the well-preserved utensils in it were also destroyed by violence, which still brought a lot of visual impact.

Gu He put Shen Shu, who was still in a daze, in a corner, and didn't let him join the battle circle. He moved forward to see the chaos.

The little immortals who lived in Qingxi Valley and got the news probably all came here, and some were on their way.

They confronted the disciples of the Cang Cang Sect, and they had an advantage in numbers, but the other party probably had the idea of ​​succumbing to death, and sacrificed the artifact left by the Cang Cang Immortal, so there was nothing they could do about it.

Although Gu He's mind and soul were damaged and he was detained in the body assigned by the system, after all, the other party was not the Immortal Venerable himself, and he had the strength to fight.

It would be embarrassing for such a scene to hurt the little fairies protecting his residence.

Thinking of this, Gu He lightly rubbed the corner of his forehead, and his subordinates had already drawn a magic circle to protect the little fairies without a trace.

Then he looked at the bamboo building that was also under protection.

When he first came to this world, the identity of Shuangji Peak Immortal Venerable was forcibly assigned to him by the system, and he couldn't get rid of it, but he preferred the peaceful and stable Qingxi Valley to the hostile Cang Lan.

Coincidentally, he hit it off with Immortal Yunxiao of Qingxi Valley and was often invited to discuss the Tao. Therefore, this bamboo forest can be regarded as the second home for him and Shen Heng.

The owner is always unhappy when the home is destroyed, not to mention that after so many years, the Frost Trail Peak has disappeared, and the little boy may regard it as the only place to rely on.

Therefore, no matter whether he came back or not, Gu He didn't want any damage to this place, he almost didn't need to think about it, he knew how sad the little boy would be when he heard the news.

It's just that his soul is unstable, and under the high-intensity spiritual power formation, it seems to be exhausted in an instant.

Gu He frowned, and was thinking about what to do next, when he suddenly felt his body lighten, and immediately after, his whole body was wrapped in huge and abundant spiritual power, and even his damaged soul showed signs of recovery .

Thoughtful, he looked towards the direction where the spiritual power was coming from, and saw the young deity standing under the bamboo building, with a pair of thin and suppressed eyes.

These are eyes that are completely different from what Gu He has seen before. There is no light in them, and they are covered with blood and mud.

He is repressed and restrained, unlike Lu Hengchu who has a little hope for existence, he doesn't have the slightest desire to survive, as if consuming his own anger little by little.

When his vitality is exhausted, it is the time for him to fall.

Gu He looked at him without blinking, seeing him standing alone at the door, as if he had just reacted, turning his head to look at the charred bamboo building beside him.

Then he came closer and raised his hand gently, as if he wanted to touch the outline of the bamboo building, with an extremely cautious gesture, as if the bamboo building was about to shatter in a second.

After the whole process, he obviously didn't say a word, Gu He watched, but felt his whole heart was about to tighten.

He couldn't help but move forward, wanting to say something, even though his thoughts were messed up, he still felt that it would be good to just say something casually.

I saw Shen Heng lowering his eyes lightly and walking towards the center of the battle circle.

His pace was not fast, his long sleeves were pulled down, and every step was full of a sense of boredom from the world. As he walked by, the disciples who were on the verge of swords stopped one after another, held their breath, and dared not move.

But he didn't seem to have any intention of settling accounts, except that Cang Lan's disciples on the road disappeared a lot as he walked slowly, and there was no other change.

Then countless people watched helplessly. He walked through the crowd and walked into the bamboo forest that had become disorganized due to the scuffle. He lifted up the fallen bamboos bit by bit, then picked out the clean ones, and carefully carried them to the bamboo building.

For a long time, everyone looked at him, watching this frightening and cruel deity, lonely and pitiful, repairing the bamboo building left by his master little by little.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move, and no one bothered him.

But he failed to repair the bamboo building in the end. He was reluctant to touch the charred black bamboo, so he had to keep it. The light in the light gray eyes lost the light, and he looked at it without blinking.

Gu He felt that a part of his body was feeling sad like never before.

Under the astonished and unbelievable eyes of everyone, he walked up the steps, stood next to Shen Heng, bent down and picked up a piece of bamboo, and asked softly, "What is this for?"

Hearing the sound, Shen Heng paused, and slowly turned his head to look at the thing in his hand: "It's a plate, doesn't it look like it?"

"..." Back then, there were a lot of things in this building that were made by Gu He and the young Shen Heng, but the boy obviously couldn't use them flexibly.

But children always need encouragement. Thinking of this, Gu He rolled his eyes again, and seriously praised, "It's very similar."

Shen Heng listened and looked at him without blinking.

Seeing his expectant gaze like broken glass, Gu He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This world is a bit tricky to say the least. It is different from the state of the first world where it is possible to be alive, and it is also different from the situation where the speaker can rely on instinct to identify.

In this world of cultivators, judging a person's condition depends on the state of his mind and soul. Now that his mind and soul are not complete, and his body is not cultivated by himself, even in the eyes of familiar people, he probably looks a little like Gu He.

Even if he is as strong and intelligent as Shen Heng, he might not be able to easily determine his identity.

But perhaps because of this familiarity, Shen Heng treated him really well, seeing that he was willing to help, he even went into the room and brought out a bamboo stool for him.

"All right."

By the time the damaged small parts in the house were almost repaired, it was already dawn and the sky was bright.

Gu He pinched the bridge of his nose, then subconsciously patted Shen Heng's shoulder with the sawdust, thinking about what to say next, he should get closer.

Seeing Zai Zai who was half bowing his head, he paused, pursed his lower lip, slightly tilted his head to look over, and said to him, "Do you want to see Cang Ming's lantern?"