Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

"Heh." Yun Xu let out a cold snort, which was full of sarcasm.The young man in white robe frowned, just at the time of this breath, the scorching heat of flames came from behind.

An arm made of flames suddenly hit the lifeblood of the young man in white robe.

what? !

A flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the young man in white robe, he turned his wrist, put away the Qing Ming sword, and jumped to the side to avoid the attack.

The figure condensed by the flames attacked the sky. It bent down, like a sumo wrestler somewhere, and walked a few steps around the white-robed youth.

Ignition into a spirit?This is really blue out of blue and better than blue.

The young man in white robe glanced at Yun Xu from the corner of his eye, neatly placed the sword across his chest, put his index fingers together, and swiped out from the middle of the Qing Ming sword, drawing out a bright ice-blue light.

The Qingming sword blew softly, and slashed towards Hokage quickly and ruthlessly!When he was about to hit Hokage, Hokage turned into a pool of flames, causing Qing Mingjian to slash through the air.The moment the Qing Ming sword split into the air, it returned to Feng Chang'an's hand, and at the same time, the flames condensed into Hokage again, rushing towards Feng Chang'an.

The Naruto is weird and changes endlessly, sometimes it turns into a human figure, then into an iron chain, and then into a flame the size of a raindrop, touching Feng Chang'an's body.Feng Chang'an was not good at close combat, so he immediately put away the Qingming Sword, and pulled out Zhang Lingfu's net, intending to hook Hokage.

In the end, it was Feng Chang'an who was superior, hooking Hokage into the talisman net in a few breaths, and wrapping it into a fist-sized paper sphere.

Yun Xu stood on the sidelines and watched. Seeing this scene, she casually wiped the blood on her neck. The next moment, the person had disappeared in place.

Feng Chang'an didn't have too much guard against Yun Xu, even if Yun Xu was already dazed at this time, subconsciously, he still trusted her.

Therefore, when Yun Xu broke the paper sphere, Feng Chang'an was just stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the next moment, Yun Xu would draw the Qingming Sword from his hand and put the sword on his neck.

"Have enough fun?"

Feng Changan froze in place, pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and stared at Yunxu's hand holding the hilt of the sword.

"Congratulations, damn it." Yun Xu bent her eyes, smiled sweetly, and kept pressing Feng Chang'an's neck with the Qing Ming sword in her hand until it cut the skin.

Blood flowed down the blade of the sword, and Qing Mingjian screamed sadly, trying to escape from Yun Xu's hand, but was firmly controlled and could not escape.

Qing Ming's sword only cut through the skin and stopped moving. Yun Xu stared at the bright red blood dripping from Fang Xin's long snow-white neck, soaking his collar, and his throat was so astringent.

This kind of panic didn't even know where it came from, and it instantly occupied my mind.

At the moment when he panicked, Feng Chang'an suddenly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and folded it back fiercely.

There was a crackling sound as her wrist was broken by Feng Chang'an, Yun Xu woke up as if she had just woken up from a dream, as if she was stimulated by something, she took a few steps back quickly while holding the Qing Ming sword.

Feng Changan tapped a few points on his neck with his fingers, barely stopped the bleeding, and looked at Yunxu.

Yun Xu was trembling abnormally, he gritted his teeth, stared at Feng Chang'an, his eyes seemed to be a little clear, but the clarity didn't last for a while, and soon disappeared, becoming a machine that only knew about killing.

Feng Chang'an noticed his reaction keenly, and had a guess in his heart, maybe Yun Xu was still a little conscious.

"Look at me, do you still know me?" Feng Changan asked.

Hearing this, Yun Xu, who was about to kill again with the Qingming sword, was stunned. He looked at Feng Changan's face, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "...so familiar...I'm so familiar... ...Like...see...you?"

"Yes, you have indeed met me, I am..." Feng Changan bit the word "Master" and paused, then continued with a complicated expression, "Master, be good, give me the sword."

"Master?"

"Well, it's me. You are obedient and give me the sword. You don't need this sword."

"Master?" Yun Xu looked at the Qingming sword in his hand suspiciously, "What is Master? Can it be eaten or killed, is it a human or a ghost, what is it?"

The style of painting was so strange, Feng Changan didn't know how to answer for a while, he was silent for a while, seeing the clarity in Yunxu's eyes disappeared, and became irritable, Feng Changan said: "It doesn't matter what it is, give me the sword."

Yun Xu's mind is confused, and the clarity is fleeting, so how can she listen to Feng Chang'an's words.Feng Chang'an's eyes flickered, Yun Xu was already in front of him, and the Qing Ming sword was aimed at his heart to stab.

Feng Changan thumped in his heart, and was about to kick Yunxu's arm away when he raised his leg, but a stream of warm blood suddenly rushed to his face.

The blood flowed down the cheeks to the chin, and dripped on the front, splashing drop by drop.Feng Changan's pupils narrowed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Yunxu.

Yun Xu held the Qingming sword, pulled it out from his chest, and handed it to Feng Chang'an squarely.

"You..." Feng Changan didn't know whether he was awake or lost his mind.

Fearing that he lost his mind, he deliberately used the sword to lure/lure himself to kill himself, Feng Changan vigilantly did not answer, but hesitated to ask, "Do you know who I am?"

Yun Xu's eyes were clear, and the originally muddy red pupils were now as bright as onyx: "Master, it's you, I knew it was you."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to show a bright smile, but the wound on his chest was pulled, and his expression was distorted in pain for a moment, and even his smile became hideous.

It does seem to be awake.

Feng Chang'an heaved a sigh of relief, but the breath hadn't come down yet, only to hear a "bang", the Qing Ming sword fell to the ground, and Yun Xu coughed violently while clutching his bloody chest.

Seeing this, Feng Chang'an anxiously went to help Yunxu immediately, but Yunxu pushed him away before he got close.

"Don't come close to me, stay away from me..." Reason began to slacken, and Yun Xu's expression became more and more distorted, looking hideous and terrifying like a devil from hell.

Feng Changan staggered two steps because of his push. After stabilizing his figure, he saw Yun Xu flee through the window and leave.

Damn, with serious injuries, where do you want to go? !Feng Chang'an is well aware of the power of the Qingming sword, once stabbed by the Qingming sword, the chill will not heal within ten days and half a month, even the Huashen powerhouse is no exception.

Driving Qingmingjian to fly from the ground, Feng Changan Yujian chased Yunxu directly.

The night rain was disturbing, the ground splashed half a person's height of water, Feng Changan stepped on the muddy path, and walked quickly to another dark rain curtain amidst lightning and thunder.

He chased Yunxu all the way, and when he chased to the urban area, there was no one there. He relied on the compass to find this place, and he didn't know what Yunxu was doing here.

Watching Feng Chang'an's figure disappear into the darkness from a distance, a man in black wearing a pig's face mask walked out from the Euonymus by the side of the path.

He was carrying a bamboo basket, swinging the fishing rod, and smiled sullenly: "I'm not mistaken, am I? Who was that person just now? Elder Konghuai... so he really didn't die."

After saying this, he let out an aha, his hoarse laughter made people shudder, "It's really interesting, the apprentice who is the leader of the righteous way is Moxiu, and the master's empty arms are not dead."

"In this way, Elder Konghuai already knew that his apprentice was possessed by a demon, and he knew that he was invincible. It was to cover up, to cover up the crime. Hahahaha, things seem to be getting more and more interesting..."

The sound of the rain became more and more rapid, crackling and beating everything, beating this long-planned conspiracy.

The sky is dark and ghostly.

The icy drizzle fell into the lush forest of green awns, and fell on the bloody stone tablet. There was a small soil bag ten meters away from the stone tablet.

"I can't control myself, I can't do it... I thought I could control it..."

"Moxiu, everyone can get it and punish him. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time. That's right, I won't be able to go back a long time ago. You often say that monks are just, and in my opinion, that's the way it is. For example, I , if you don’t tear off the surface, who would know that I’m a magic cultivator?”

Yun Xu's voice was hoarse and low, recalling the past few decades, the more he recalled, the more he found it funny, at first he was sitting on the grave, but later he simply lay on the grave, closed his eyes, and let the rain wash away.

"Didn't you say that you are an omnipotent monk? You count the sky and the earth, claiming to be a fortune teller, but what happened? You didn't know how to die, and you didn't know what to do with me."

"You said that you have been fighting for a lifetime, what's the use, it's not just a fire."

"I really regret that I didn't burn you to ashes, hang it around my neck, and always remind myself not to go astray, lest I end up like you. After being burned to death, you will be quartered by five horses. After death, your body will be full of maggots and you will not rest in peace."

After all, Feng Changan is a strong person in the out-of-body stage. Although his body has been useless for a long time and is a little rusty, he can still hear the voice he wants to hear from a hundred meters away.

Hearing that Yun Xu said that after death, he could not rest in peace, Feng Changan stopped and stood where he was, without moving forward.

"My master is back, I saw it with my own eyes. However, I hurt him, I can't control myself, I can't control myself at all. I'm sorry for him, just came back, I gave him a sword as a meeting gift."

"Master, this person will definitely come to me, but he will definitely not be able to find me. I dumped him halfway. It is really unnecessary. Apart from staying with the dead, I can still stay awake. Can't stay awake..."

Yun Xu opened his eyes, mocked himself a few times, and stretched out his hand towards the dark sky to catch the rainwater. His white brocade clothes had long since been worn out, and blood clots clotted on his chest.

It was raining heavily, and when the clothes were wet, if you stretched out your hands and wrung them, blood would flow out.

Yun Xu thought for a while, closed her eyes, and then said: "Don't worry, I won't hang around here, and die on your head. After all, you are my adoptive father. I still have things to do. I'll dig a hole next to you, and then..."

"And lie down by yourself?"

A voice as cold as ice suddenly sounded above her head, and Yun Xu felt that the rain had stopped without warning.

He opened his eyes abruptly, looking into Feng Chang'an's calm, light-colored pupils.

Feng Changan propped up a plain oil-paper umbrella to block the cold rain that fell on Yunxu. He half-bent down and waved the ordinary palace lantern in front of Yunxu twice with his hand.

"Do you need me to erect a monument? It is engraved with an untimely death."

The warm light reflected on Feng Chang'an's eyebrows and eyes, and rubbed the coldness of this man's whole body, making it very gentle.

Yun Xu was stiff all over, staring at Feng Chang'an in a daze.