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

It was snowing lightly, and the green plants left by the window were only bare branches. Nanze poured a cup of cold tea, looked at the person sitting opposite him, and smiled.

"It's been decades in the blink of an eye. When I saw my uncle, I thought it was when I first joined the sect." Sighing, many things flashed through his mind, too fast to grasp. "It would be great if my master was here, he always likes to talk to people..."

Feng Chang'an looked at Nanze, smiled and shook his head: "Eldest brother is indeed the case, he is the most restless, and he said back then that he would bury the altar of new wine and reveal it a hundred years later..."

Speaking of this, Feng Changan couldn't continue.

What is there to say, except for him and Li Zhishou, no one survived.As I spoke, my heart was filled with panic, as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton, and I couldn't go up or down in one breath.

Feng Chang'an raised his wrist to hold the tea, took a sip, lowered his eyelids with an unpredictable expression.

"How is Elder Fang recently?"

Elder Fang was naturally referring to Li Zhishou, Feng Chang'an suspected him, at this time he didn't even call him senior, but directly elder.

After all, he was the only one who came back alive after World War I.

As for himself, Feng Changan clearly remembered that he was already dead. As for how he came back to life, Feng Changan thought about life and death, and knew that it must have something to do with Yunxu.

But he still can't remember what happened in those 20 years, and when he asked Yun Xu, Feng Chang'an hadn't decided whether to ask or not.

To be honest, he is a little afraid to remember the past 20 years, and always feels that there is something big.

Nanze took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing something: "I heard from his disciples that he is in retreat. However, I went to see him, and he is not in the sect. Uncle, let me say something offensive."

Feng Changan: "Say it."

"How did you survive?" Nanze pulled the white jade ring on his hand, "Why did you only come back alive back then? The master and the uncle all died. I don't doubt the uncle, I know that the uncle has cultivated He was the tallest person who went to the first-line sky battlefield at that time, I just can't figure it out..."

"I can't figure out why I just came back now?" Feng Changan raised his eyes and glanced at him.

That look was not sharp, but it made Nan Ze straighten his back, "Yes. Martial nephew doesn't understand why you only returned to the sect at this time. Ordinarily, you should return to the sect immediately."

Nanze hadn't seen Feng Chang'an for many years. In his impression, Feng Chang'an was already a dead person, standing in the ancestral hall together with his master and those uncles and uncles.

What he never expected was that Feng Chang'an had been in the Qingyun Sect for so many years, and under the witness of Mu Shan's ancestor, he became a Taoist companion with his careless junior Zigui.

Of course, he couldn't think of it, and Feng Changan, who had lost his memory, couldn't think of it either.

Feng Changan frowned, thinking hard for a while, but he had no impression of these 20 years.

There are only two points horizontally on the blank 20-year memory, one point is the snow-capped Wuji Mountain, waiting for Yunxu to go home; the other point is death again on New Year's Eve, and the conversation with 081.

Apart from these two points, Feng Chang'an really couldn't think of anything more. He felt depressed and sighed, "It was supposed to be the first time to return to the sect, but something happened in the middle. Besides, I came back three years ago .”

Nanze was stunned: "Three years ago? Could it be that you..." Narrowing his eyes, Nanze recalled the scene when his younger brother Zigui insisted on taking over Chang'an, "Is that what I guessed? Is it really my uncle?"

"It's me." Feng Changan shook his head, supported his forehead, smiled wryly, and did not deny it.

Nanze's expression was stiff, a bit unacceptable, whoever nephew becomes uncle, can't bear it, right?Twitching the corner of his mouth, Nanze said, "Master, why don't you directly identify yourself, you are like this..." It makes us juniors very troubled!

Nan Ze thought back to the scene where he praised and gave advice to his uncle's family, and he was in a bad mood.

Feng Chang said with peace of mind: If you had identified your identity at the beginning, you would have seen my coffin, which is still red, which is festive.

Without waiting for Feng Changan to rack his brains to explain, Nanze conjured up a series of conspiracies and tricks. He said with a serious expression, "Uncle, do you also suspect the elder Fang, so you specially hide your identity for investigation?"

Feng Changan: "..." Nodding awkwardly.

Nan Ze didn't see his embarrassment, and continued: "Actually, I have suspected him for a long time, but there is no evidence. He has been interfering in the affairs of the sect all these years since I took office as suzerain, which is really suspicious."

"In addition, he seems to value Junior Brother Zigui very much, and he cares about Junior Brother Zigui's every move."

Feng Changan hummed suspiciously: "Very concerned?"

"Yes."

This is a bit strange... Feng Changan fell into deep thought, and for a moment, he asked something unrelated to the previous topic, "When did Yunxu change her name?"

Nanze was a little surprised that his uncle didn't know. He thought that after his uncle came back, his brother Zigui must have explained it.

"Probably more than ten years ago, now...cough..." Nan Ze thought about his words, trying to minimize the impact, "It's the closed disciple of Patriarch Mushan, you know the Daoist Uncle, already It was changed to Zigui."

"The closed disciple of Patriarch Mushan?" Feng Changan narrowed his eyes dangerously, thinking of someone.

"Exactly." Nan Ze replied, "However, very few people in the sect know that Junior Brother Zigui has turned to pay homage to Patriarch Mushan, they only know that he has changed his Taoist name."

Patriarch Mu Shan kept a low profile. He hadn't shown up for a long time since he took office, that is, after the death of Master Nanze.Counting Yun Xu who was hired later, there were only three people under his seat, and they all acted in a low-key manner.

Who is accepted under the seat, the ancestor Mu Shan didn't mention it, and the other disciples didn't talk too much, so many people still don't know who the disciples of the ancestor Mu Shan are, and they can't even name them .

Feng Chang'an knocked down his teacup, expressionless on his face, and said calmly, "Why did I hear that the closed disciple of Patriarch Mushan is named Yunchang?"

Nan Ze was stunned for a moment, thought carefully, and frowned, "Where did you hear about it? There is no such person under the seat of Mushan Patriarch."

His tone was full of doubts, and he almost wrote four big characters on his forehead—you were cheated.

"Is that so..." The corners of his mouth rose, and Feng Changan pulled out a mock smile.

Back in time, in Guojia Village, a young man in white smiled and introduced himself: "I am the closed disciple of the ancestor of Mushan, Yunchang."

cloud long?hehe.

Feng Chang'an's smile is cold, he really deserves to be his apprentice, the young is better than the blue, his acting skills are really good.

Seeing the half-smile expression made Nanze's scalp tingle, he thought to himself: I haven't seen you for many years, my uncle is getting more and more evil, his smile is really scary.

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door, and it was three thousand.

Nanze glanced at Feng Changan, seeing him shaking his head, Nanze gave up on letting Dao Sanqian in, and raised his voice, "What's the matter?"

Dao Sanqian lowered his head, held his sword in his arms and said respectfully: "I tell Master, Ye Hua was captured by Elder Zigui to the site the day before yesterday, and she has been escorted back to the sect. There is also a woman accompanying her. What should I do now?"

Ye Hua made a big mistake and has already been dismissed as an inner sect disciple. Logically speaking, she should be detained in a water prison, but before being detained, the suzerain needs to be consulted to prevent the suzerain from having other plans.

"Follow the usual process." Nanze said coldly.

"Yes, disciple understands." Dao Sanqian hugged his sword, turned and left.

"and many more."

Dao Sanqian asked doubtfully, "Master? What else is there?"

Nanze: "Take care of him and don't make any mistakes."

When they were taken into prison, even Nascent Soul couldn't handle the waves, let alone Ye Hua, a golden elixir.Furthermore, the people in the water prison are all extremely vicious people. There are hundreds of formations alone, and there are shifts and intensive guards. It is impossible for people to run away and make mistakes.

Puzzled in his heart why Master was so confused today, Dao Sanqian still answered honestly, expressing that he would definitely be optimistic.

Nan Ze didn't stop him this time, Dao Sanqian retreated respectfully.

But he didn't take a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the gate of the palace, for some reason, he felt that today's master was extraordinarily reserved, like a student being admonished by his master.

student?How could Master be a student?

Dao Sanqian was startled by his own thoughts, as serious as he was, immediately cleaned up his expression, and left here.

In fact, he felt pretty good, Nanze was indeed as stiff as facing Mr.

Looking at Feng Chang'an's face, Nanze said cautiously: "Uncle Master thinks I'll handle it like this, okay?"

A few years ago, due to the experience of exorcising demons in the sect, Nanze "You Xin" and Yun Xu were divided into a group, and they were successfully encouraged by the uncle who was the supervisor for a period of time.

During that period of time, the water was so hot that it was like hell, so that Nanze had a great shadow on his uncle. Until now, when he saw his uncle's face, his legs were weak and he couldn't help but look at his face.

Feng Chang'an glanced at him: "Since you are the suzerain, you must know many things in your heart, so why do you ask me?"

Nanze nodded again and again: "Uncle Shi said yes." Cold sweat broke out behind his back.

He has been breaking out in a cold sweat since working with the uncle, especially during the time when he asked the uncle why he only showed up now, he kept sweating non-stop.They seem to be stable, but they are actually cowardly, just maintaining their superficial momentum.

Feng Chang'an bid farewell to Nanze, originally wanted to see Ye Hua, but saw that it was getting late, so he gave up, braving the cold wind from the top of the mountain, slowly swayed back to Waiting Hall.

Because he didn't want to disclose his identity, Feng Chang'an chose some remote paths, just staggered from others.

Swinging back to the waiting hall, to the old courtyard on the west side, before stepping through the door, you can smell a fragrance.

Raising his eyebrows, Feng Changan walked to the kitchen by the light. The kitchen was tidy, and there was something stewing on the stove, and the aroma came from it.

Feng Changan didn't see anyone, so after washing his hands, he uncovered the casserole and stirred it twice with a spoon to see what was cooking inside.Millet, red beans, barley...

Tsk, it's sweet again.

The person who hated sweets immediately showed a disgusted expression, reluctantly stirred, Feng Changan found a bowl, and planned to have a bite.The rotten porridge melts in the mouth, full of fragrance, and has no sweet taste.

not sweet?

Feng Chang'an strangely took another sip of the porridge, it was indeed not sweet, only the sweetness of the ingredients themselves, which was so light that it could be ignored.

Is this forgot to put sugar?

Looking around, he found the sugar bowl, Feng Changan twisted the sugar bowl, poured sugar into it, and then left the kitchen.

Yun Xu sat at the table and waited for someone. Although Qing Mingjian's sword hurt a little, it didn't hinder his activities. At most, he would feel some pain when he moved, but he was used to it and didn't feel any pain.

Propping her chin and staring at the door, Yun Xu silently counted in her heart.I asked the suzerain just now, the master has already left, and I think he will come back soon.

Soon this word is very fast for Yun Xu, just as this thought flashed in his mind, Feng Changan appeared at the door, he looked Yun Xu up and down, and said, "Is the injury healed?"

"No." Yun Xu answered truthfully, stood up, went to the kitchen to bring two bowls of porridge, and said, "Lying on the bed, my bones are about to fall apart. It's not like Master doesn't know me, it's too much trouble to stay still."

"That's true." Feng Chang'an took the spoon kindly, sat down opposite Yun Xu, and stirred the porridge in the bowl.

Yun Xu felt that something was wrong with him, wondering if she had done something wrong, Yun Xu took a sip of porridge anxiously.After entering the hot porridge, Yun Xu's eyes flashed a trace of doubt.

"How many disciples does Patriarch Mushan have?" Feng Changan asked suddenly without warning.

Yun Xu's face changed slightly, he took another mouthful of porridge calmly, and said with a smile, "Three."

Feng Changan nodded, and calmly said: "Three, yes, it is indeed three. Can you tell me, which three are they?"

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Prerequisite content reminder: Chapter 51: Lu Yao, read a few chapters from this one, and you will see that Yun Xu lied that his name was Yun Chang, the closed disciple of Mushan Patriarch~