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

"Bang rumbling one by one" thunder rolled, and a wind blew up outside the hall, and the cold air diffused in this slightly cold snowy day.

The dark clouds were churning, and the sky was overcast and gloomy. After gathering strength for a moment, hailstones fell, and there were bursts of noisy movements.

The cold wind rolled into the hall with flying snow, and it hit the woman's face, it was icy cold, she stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and took a few steps back.

Seeing that the suzerain did not speak, the two deacon disciples understood that it was tacit consent, and they no longer had any scruples. They put the doctor's sword to their waists, stepped forward to escort the woman and pushed them out of the hall.

The woman kicked her feet on the ground and refused to go, she shouted hoarsely: "Kong Huai, you are a devil, murderer, let me go!"

The air was terribly quiet, and everyone in the audience looked at Feng Chang'an in unison, feeling a chill behind them.

Feng Changan folded his arms around his chest, tapped his arms with his fingers, one after another, as if waiting for something to arrive.His slightly raised phoenix eyes reflected the indifference of the cold sky and heavy snow, quietly watching the woman who was about to be pushed out the door.

Such an empty chest is undoubtedly scary.

Just like what Nanze saw decades ago.

One by one, everyone was arguing about a rule of practice, and the quarrel was so loud that the roof of the house was lifted off. However, as soon as the little uncle came forward, the whole audience was silent, as cowardly as chickens, whatever the little uncle said, it was what it was, nothing at all. Dare to refute.

Little Martial Uncle, he is really back.

Nanze sighed leisurely, walked down from the high position, came to Li Shouzhi, and smiled kindly.

"Elder Yifang, my suzerain is really happy that my junior uncle came back alive from the first-line battlefield."

Li Shouzhi nodded: "This elder is also happy."

Nanze raised his eyebrows: "Of course you are happy. The little uncle is back, you are no longer alone, and you can't enjoy the glory alone."

Li Shouzhi acted as if he didn't understand what he said, and said without changing his face: "For a person who cultivates immortals, he cultivates his heart and mind, and all glory is empty. Whether you get it or not, it doesn't really matter much."

"One of the elders is generous, so naturally he won't care." Nan Ze said with a smile.

Yunxu has sharp ears and doesn't use spells, and the conversation between Nan Ze and Li Shouzhi is almost indistinguishable.

He frowned, and looked at Li Shouzhi unobtrusively.How did Li Shouzhi know that the master is his new disciple Feng Chang'an, and how did he know the relationship between the master and him?

Yun Xu recalled the details of the period, and suddenly thought of Yang Liuqing, who presumably was discovered there.

The former question has been answered, but what about the latter question?Where did he learn about his relationship with Master?

At the ceremony of becoming a Taoist couple, there were actually only three people, Yun Xu himself, the master, and the ancestor Mu Shan as witnesses, there were no other people at all.

The ancestor of Mu Shan has been in seclusion all year round, and he is an upright person, so it is impossible to speak out.Master, it is impossible for Master to say that he is desperate for face, as for himself, it is even more impossible.

So how did the news get out?

Yun Xu thought about it, without a clue, and stared at Li Shouzhi.Li Shouzhi noticed his gaze, nodded slightly, with a bright smile, as if he was a very understanding partner.

Yun Xu let out a deep laugh from his chest, the laughter was indescribably mocking, and after laughing, he looked away and looked outside the hall where the snow was falling heavily.

The closer you get to the outside of the hall, the louder the hailstone's chaotic sound, as if hitting a woman's heart, it hurts.

The woman lost an inch, staggered and fell to the ground.Seeing this, the two deacon disciples quickly stretched out their hands to help her up, but unexpectedly she grabbed the threshold tightly and sucked to the ground like an octopus.

"I won't go... I won't go if I die..."

"I can fulfill you." Hearing a piercingly cold sentence, a cold light struck across the sky!

The woman was frightened and stupid, and stared blankly at the cold light.

"Kang Dang!" Han Guang was knocked crooked by a talisman in mid-air, and stuck on the wooden door, penetrating three points into the wood.

"Elder Konghuai, what do you mean? It's not a good habit to kill people and silence them."

Elder Gu Shu endured and endured, seeing Feng Chang'an getting more and more arrogant, afraid that the woman's mouth would not be strict, and directly frightened her to betray him, so he immediately took action to stop him.

Seeing this, the two deacon disciples were dumbfounded and looked at each other.After a few breaths, one of them reached out and lifted the woman up, pulled the collar out, and led the woman to disappear from everyone's sight.

"It's nothing interesting." Feng Changan raised his wrist, spread his five fingers, and the Qingming sword inserted on the gate of the palace trembled slightly, disappeared on the gate of the palace, and it was already in his hand.

Raising the Qing Ming Sword, and looking at the smooth and bright sword body against the glaring snow outside the hall, Feng Changan turned his head to look at Elder Gu Shu, with a smile on his face, "My sword is getting worse and worse, and I need blood to nourish it." Just do it."

"Oh? Brother Konghuai still needs blood for this sword?" Li Shouzhi had a weird expression, "Most of the monks' swords are spirit swords, and the swords that drink blood must be magic swords."

"Brother Fang is worrying too much. Brother Fang, this sword can slay demons and demons, and it will inevitably drink blood." Feng Changan flicked the blade of the sword, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Would you like to try it, brother Fang? Does the sword kill good people other than monsters?"

There was only a flash of white light in front of everyone's eyes, and the next second, they fixed their eyes and saw that the sword in Feng Chang'an's hand was already pointing at Li Shouzhi's forehead.

Li Shouzhi's face became gloomy, he forced a smile, and boasted: "Brother Konghuai has improved his cultivation all these years."

"You can't compare to senior brother." The sword in Feng Chang'an's hand touched Li Shouzhi's forehead and turned around, with a half-smile, "Brother Fang, try it? Let's see if this sword can kill good people."

"Respect is worse than obedience." Li Shouzhi's eyes were extremely bright, this kind of light was not ordinary excitement, but the ecstasy of encountering a long-awaited event, so bright that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Being stared at by such eyes, Feng Changan's blood seemed to freeze, he suddenly remembered the electric current that forced his spiritual power to lose control, his face sank, and he calmly pinched out the isolation spell.

Li Shouzhi didn't care what the other party was thinking, he pinched his fingers, and a chip as thin as a cicada's wing appeared between his index finger and thumb: "Junior Brother Konghuai, be careful!"

"Everyone present, leave the hall!" Seeing this, Nan Ze's expression was filled with anger, and his dantian sank, ordering everyone to go out, and at the same time threw out a small golden ball of gilded flowers and birds from his sleeves.

The little golden ball exploded in the air, covering the entire hall like a spider web.

"Yes." Everyone heard the words and hurriedly exited the hall, but they did not leave, but stayed outside the hall to watch the battle.

"Junior Brother Zigui, you go out too." Nanze patted Yunxu on the shoulder, Yunxu glanced at Feng Changan, nodded yes, and went out together with Nanze.

As soon as the crowd exited the hall, the chips held by Li Shouzhi's fingers were torn into powder, and turned into countless thin threads that entwined towards Feng Chang'an, layer upon layer like wheat waves.

Feng Chang'an turned around to dodge, his footwork was so strange that people couldn't see clearly, at the same time, he cut the thin thread with a sword, tapped his toes on the ground, and retreated to one side.

"That's right!" Li Shouzhi was not angry when this trick was broken, but he looked up to the sky and laughed, "As expected of my junior brother, come, come again! This time, senior brother, I will be serious!"

Feng Chang'an brushed against Qing Mingjian's blade, and swung the sword towards Li Shouzhi's throat: "Wait and see!"

Li Shuzhi dodged with a somersault, while spreading his five fingers.In an instant, a large group of black butterflies rushed out from his palm, densely distributed like psoriasis, and gathered toward Feng Chang'an.

Feng Chang'an has intensive phobia, when he sees these butterflies that look like psoriasis, his stomach immediately churns and his scalp feels numb.Taking a deep breath and calming down, Feng Changan's figure disappeared in place.

After Li Shouzhi found out that Feng Changan was gone, he thought of something and immediately closed his eyes.

Feng Xue was whimpering outside the hall, the elders were whispering to each other, all kinds of noisy voices came to him, but there was no trace of Feng Chang'an alone.

Frowning, Li Shouzhi was about to open his eyes when suddenly there was wind in his ears!

hateful!It turned out to be behind him.

Li Shouzhi hastily used teleportation, narrowly dodging.

Feng Chang'an missed the sword, wiped his wide sleeves and pulled up a beautiful sword flower, smiled dazzlingly, and his spirit was high: "Brother Fang is really fast!"

Li Shouzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were in a trance. It seemed that he had returned to 300 years ago. The other party was standing on the upper level of the Immortal Cultivation World. His name was engraved in the top ten of the Tianjiao list.

Li Shouzhi wiped the corner of his mouth again, staring at the blood on his thumb with cold eyes.

I hate geniuses the most, shit geniuses!If it wasn't for God's good looks and outstanding talents, how could there be any geniuses!

genius?

Isn't that a stepping stone to counterattack, step on and play with?

Feng Chang'an prides himself on not being a gentleman, he is best at taking advantage of victories and chasing after them, beating up dogs in the water.

He suppressed himself for too long, and when he met Li Shouzhi, who plotted against him openly and secretly, all kinds of dissatisfaction and anger in his chest burst out at this moment, and concentrated on Li Shouzhi.

The Qing Ming sword in his hand drew a cold light, sandwiched Long Ling, and slashed down with the sword!Jianguang split out from the sword body, turned into a dragon shadow, and with a low sound, flew towards Li Shouzhi at top speed.

Li Shouzhi leaped up, kicking his sword intent, and at the same time, a cloud of ice formed under his feet: "Junior Brother Konghuai has been called a genius since he was a child, I'm afraid he's tired of the word genius?" Kick the ice over with your feet.

"No matter how many compliments you get, you won't get tired of it." Feng Changan took the chair beside him with one hand and threw it out. The two collided and exploded with a "boom".

Li Shouzhi: "Hahaha, look at what my brother said, I am very envious of him!"

The air fluctuated violently, and the chair that had just been smashed into pieces was manipulated by the wind from all directions to stab Feng Chang'an.

Feng Chang'an reacted extremely quickly to condense his spiritual power into an ice ball, and then used the Fire Spirit Art to turn the ice ball into water mist and cover the wood dregs at the moment it was thrown out. Finally, he lowered the temperature and forcibly changed the trajectory.

Li Shouzhi sneered, "Junior Brother Konghuai, I can't tell, you only have this little ability, it seems that you haven't made much progress in the past twenty years!"

"Boom!" With a sound, the cold wind outside the hall was pushed into the hall by a powerful force, turning into countless icy wind blades and slashing at Feng Chang'an.

Feng Changan tattooed on the spot, bit his finger, quickly wrote a spell on the Qingming sword, and said coldly: "Everything has form, go!"

The Qing Ming sword was thrown into the air, one turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight, so many layers were added until 49 o'clock, the sharp sword suddenly turned into a towering tree, knocking down all the bricks and tiles of the hall!

"Boom!" The wind blade kept chopping on the tree trunk, and the huge fluctuations caused spread straight to the main hall, smashing all the windows.

"Earth Dragon turned around!" The two disciples were making tea behind the hall, and they didn't hear the suzerain's order.

Therefore, at this time the main hall was shaking so violently, thinking it was Dilong turning over, he immediately screamed and slipped out of the back door in a panic.

After sneaking out, the elders scolded them, and only then did they realize that two big figures were fighting inside, so they craned their necks to see.

The wind blade gradually thinned, and Feng Changan knew that if he did nothing, he would be at a disadvantage.

Hurry up when fighting monsters, don't let it regenerate blood, as soon as the blood regenerates, it will jump.

If you want to fight to the death, explode all its skills, hit the remaining blood, make sure it can't survive, just out!

Feng Chang'an thought so, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and the Qing Ming sword that he had thrown out reappeared in his hand, and he saw him disappearing in place, but the next moment, he suddenly put the sword on Li Shouzhi's neck, Cut out a bloodstain.

Li Shouzhi caught a glimpse of the sharp sword from the corner of his eye, and he was not in a hurry. At the moment when Yue Shangzhi was about to kill him, he grabbed his hand and threw Feng Changan away.

The sneak attack failed, Feng Chang'an immediately flipped over in the air and onto the temple beam, but unfortunately, the ground quickly condensed into ice.

"Crack!" With a sound, a large piece of sharp icicles grew out from the ice.

It was not Li Shouzhi's ultimate goal to make people have nowhere to stand. Li Shouzhi picked up a yellow talisman between his fingers and quickly drew a spirit pattern on it.

Feng Chang'an naturally knew what he was doing, it was a spirit-binding talisman, a unique secret talisman for all kinds of disobedient sword cultivators.

But it's a pity that Feng Chang'an specializes in all kinds of talisman cultivators who use talismans to deceive people-he has also studied talismans and knows the weaknesses of talismans.

Jumping off the beam, he pierced through Li Shouzhi's unfinished talisman with a sideways move of the Moon Breaking Swordsmanship.

The fight inside was so exciting that two disciples were fascinated by it and took two steps forward without knowing it.

With the bang of the main hall, a gust of cold air was blown out, and the two disciples who had only taken two steps forward were blown away like shuttlecocks, and their ends were stuck in the snow that had just been swept under the companion tree in the morning.

Nanze: "..."

Yun Xu, who has been staring at the battle situation: "..."

The elders: "..."

"Senior brother Tianci! Senior brother Ling Jie! Are you alright!" Several deacon disciples suppressed their laughter, and Sa Yazi hurriedly helped the two senior brothers up.

"Brother's old waist!" The two senior brothers were filled with grief and indignation, "Isn't it just two steps closer, before I could even open my mouth, I was blown away! I'm so angry!"

Several deacon disciples turned their heads and held back their laughter: "Hahahaha!" Although, knowing that you are miserable, you shouldn't laugh, but you can't help it, let's laugh first as a respect!

"What are you laughing at?" The two senior brothers lay down on the ground and looked at each other sadly: "I am dizzy from the cold. Still laughing! Quickly carry us back, we are frozen..."

The hall was in a mess, Li Shouzhi was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were in pain. He held the newly added wound on his shoulder and looked coldly at Feng Chang'an.

Feng Changan's situation seems to be much better than Li Shouzhi's, but in fact it is not, and his situation is not much better.

During the fight, Li Shouzhi seized the opportunity and stabbed him twice on the thigh and stomach, blood dripping from his white clothes.

But he always had a good face, and he didn't want to lose his posture in front of others, so he stood upright like a pine, which made people think that it was not that serious.

Feng Chang'an twitched the corner of his mouth, and chuckled lightly: "Brother Fang is really amazing, I admire you." He raised his wrist to cover his mouth, and coughed up blood.

"Where is it!" Li Shouzhi smiled hypocritically, "I can't compare to my brother, I really admire you, and I will rely on you to protect me from now on."

The two of them were still doing Tai Chi back and forth, sarcasm secretly, Nan Ze's group had already entered.

Yun Xu came to Feng Changan's side first, his eyes rested on Feng Changan's bloody wound worriedly, he stretched out his hand to hold Feng Changan's hand to check his physical condition, but Feng Changan avoided him without a trace.

"Master..." Yun Xu's hand that was about to raise stopped, he opened his mouth, closed it again, and stood beside Feng Chang'an silently.

Master knows that he has plotted against him, and has never looked at himself directly. Half a sentence is too much, so why do you rush to ask for trouble?