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

The day before going to the Fairy Sword Conference, Qing Yunzong was discussing the number of people going to the Fairy Sword Conference.

The Immortal Sword Conference is different from the small competition held in the sect. It is a big competition drawn up by the five immortal alliances. It gathers outstanding people from all over the world to compete for the top spot in the Tianjiao list. thing.

"Eldest brother heard that he had just broken through the Nascent Soul middle stage a few days ago, and he must be one of the places this time."

"Although Senior Sister Yuan Hua has reached the middle stage of the Golden Core, she has only recently broken through. I am afraid that her foundation is not stable. This quota is a little hanging."

"Senior Brother Shang Ke is a late-stage Golden Core. If he hadn't stolen the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara, he should have been in this position..." Before he finished speaking, several people around him rolled their eyes at the speaker.

"Brother Shangke, you are the only one who should be called Ye Hua. He made a mistake and was kicked out of the sect, how can he be called a senior brother? Calling others like this, I don't know what will happen Watch us."

"That's right, you don't want fame, we still want it. Speaking of which, Ye Hua doesn't have a chance to go, so wouldn't there be a vacant spot, you say, who will this spot go to?"

"The eldest disciple of the elder Fang? I heard that he has already broken through the Nascent Soul."

"Ming Zhiyuan's crying brother, Ming Hao?" The person who spoke frowned, with a strange expression on his face.

"The two brothers of the Jin Wuming family are both disciples of an elder. How can one cry like a waste and a cultivator who stays in the house? If you don't tell me, I have forgotten that there are still these two people in the sect."

"Didn't this remind you? To be honest, we have almost forgotten the existence of the two brothers. We haven't seen the two brothers for a long time..."

"Don't look at it, don't look at it, there are twelve places in total, no matter how you look at it, we won't be there!" Hu Sai pushed aside the crowd with the notice of the Fairy Sword Conference, squinted his small eyes, and carefully distinguished the notice words above.

"Money Rat, have you eaten gunpowder today? You speak so aggressively." The person who was pushed away by Hu Sai said dissatisfied.

After reading the notice quickly, Hu Sai rushed out of the crowd again: "What gunpowder should I eat? I'm in a hurry!"

Everyone sneered in their hearts, what good things can you do?Thinking this way in their hearts, but not showing it on their faces, they all laughed and said: "If you shout, we are not unreasonable, and we are not unreasonable people."

Hu Sai ignored them and hurried to the waiting hall.

Once again complaining about the unreasonable size of the Waiting Hall, which was empty like a haunted house, Hu Sai straightened his sleeves, stood at the gate of the Begonia Garden, and raised his voice: "Elder Konghuai, disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded, "Come in and talk."

"Yes." Hu Sai was courageous, and he was not afraid of anything. He came in when he was told, strode to the door, knocked on the door, and pushed the door open.

Feng Changan sat at the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Hu Sai: "Please sit down."

Even though Hu Sai knew that Elder Konghuai was the former Wuzhi Junior Brother, he still couldn't believe that Elder Konghuai was so easy to get along with?

He felt that to be able to teach such a violent person as Elder Zigui, Elder Konghuai should also be a violent person. At the very least, he must have a ferocious face or a loud voice.

Flattered to accept it, Hu Sai sat opposite and said, "Elder Konghuai, the disciple has already read the notice you asked the disciple to read."

"The Immortal Sword Conference did not invite one of the elders, but invited the suzerain, and also invited Elder Zigui. As for the candidates for the Immortal Sword Conference, it has not been announced yet. I think there will be a place for the elder brother..."

Feng Chang'an listened thoughtfully, and when Hu Sai finished speaking, he said: "Instead of inviting one elder, did you invite Elder Zigui instead?"

Hu Sai nodded, a little confused, and said: "Yes! My disciples are also a little confused, why didn't you invite one of the elders, Elder Konghuai, you have also received the invitation? Right, it stands to reason that you should also invite one of the elders."

"An elder's seniority is hundreds of years older than Elder Zigui's, and his reputation is twice as high as Elder Zigui's. It is impossible to say that only Elder Zigui is invited.

It would make sense if we only invited you, the suzerain master and elder Konghuai, after all, both of you are representatives of my Qingyun sect, but...you invited more elders, Zigui, and gave one elder to..."

At the end of Hu Sai's speech, it was hard to say, he couldn't say in front of Elder Konghuai: "Immortal Sword Conference kicked Elder Konghuai, your senior brother, right?"

Anyway, he couldn't say it.

Feng Chang'an didn't say anything when he heard the words, he just pointed at the table with his index finger intermittently.

Hu Sai tensed his whole body, straightened his back, and looked at him. As long as this person sat across from him, he would make people unconsciously tense and feel invisible oppression.

After sitting for a while, seeing that the other party had been immersed in his own world, Hu Sai finally let go of his tense nerves and thought about looking at the legendary elder Konghuai.

To him, it was indeed the legendary elder Konghuai.

Because he is only 30 years old this year, and when he was ten years old, he joined Qing Yunzong, and he heard that Elder Konghuai had died.

Needless to say, Elder Konghuai's appearance is not the vicious face he had imagined before, with scars across his face. On the contrary, he is exquisite and impeccable, as elegant as jade in the rough. Kind of mild.

Of course, this gentleness is very little, so little that if he didn't see too many people and his eyes were poisonous, he would almost have misjudged this point.

Like the other elders of the Qingyun Sect, Elder Konghuai was also dressed in a white elder robe with dark silver patterns embroidered on the collar, nothing else different.

However, there is still a difference. The other elders will not button up the collar to the last button like Elder Konghuai, tightly covering the neck, appearing abstinent and indifferent, giving people the illusion of inhumanity.

Sure enough, the clothes were right, but the people were wrong.

Husai used to think that the rigid and dead white patriarchal robes were suitable for funerals, no different from the mourning ones, but now it seems that they look good even if they are not worn for funerals.

Beauty, she looks good in anything.

"It's troublesome." After a while, Feng Changan raised his head, thanked him, and handed him a white porcelain bottle at the same time. "It looks like you've been stuck on the ninth floor of Foundation Establishment for a long time, don't rush everything, just let nature take its course."

"Thank you, Elder Konghuai, for your teaching. This disciple will definitely keep it in mind." Turning his eyes, he continued, "You don't have to be polite about such a small matter, Elder Konghuai. If there is anything within the disciple's ability, just tell me. I will go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire. No excuses!"

It's not for nothing that Hu Sai is called the money mouse. He is very shrewd. The moment Feng Changan handed out the white porcelain bottle, he knew that the contents of the white porcelain bottle could help him break through the ninth floor of foundation building.

Quickly took it, and flattered Shun Liu, showing his loyalty.

Feng Changan: "If there is nothing to do, step back."

"The disciple retire."

Hu Sai withdrew, Feng Changan got up, poured out the cold tea in the teacup, sat at the desk, and spread out the snow-white rice paper.

There are already several lines of characters on the rice paper, and the handwriting is beautiful and neat.

Feng Changan sharpened the ink, stared at the few lines, unable to write for a long time, propping his chin, thinking about the news that Hu Sai just brought.

The Immortal Sword Conference is a grand competition jointly held by the five major immortal alliances. At the conference, representatives of all major forces will be invited to participate in the Immortal Sword Conference. The final result of the Immortal Sword Conference will be judged by the leader.

Although the invitation posted by the Immortal Sword Conference stated that representatives of the major forces were invited to preside over the event, it was in fact invited to escort and support the scene in order to prevent accidents at the Immortal Sword Conference.

Although Li Shouzhi's reputation is not as good as his, but in terms of qualifications, he is higher than Yun Xu. If he is going to support the scene, he is worse than a newcomer Yun Xu.

Why didn't Li Shuzhi be invited to the Fairy Sword Conference?

Could it be... that he thought Li Shouzhi couldn't be trusted and deliberately took precautions?

Or, is someone behind the scenes fueling the flames, trying to use the invitation post of the Fairy Sword Conference to push Yun Xu to the forefront?

Feng Changan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that someone came in.

"What is Master thinking?" Yun Xu put his arms around him from behind, staring at the rice paper on the table, there were only a few lines of words on it.

Feng Changan was brought back to his senses by these words, without even looking at Yun Xu, he tapped his pen and got up to leave.

"Master, you haven't finished writing your self-criticism." Yun Xu raised her hand and tapped the few lines on the rice paper. "Not even one-tenth of a thousand words."

Feng Chang'an's face darkened, he didn't turn his head to look at Yun Xu, but just sat down for a while, and picked up his pen again.

Yun Xu watched him write, and said slowly: "Master, tomorrow's Immortal Sword Conference..."

"Pa!", Langhao was slapped hard on the rice paper by Feng Changan, the ink smeared, and the newly written handwriting was blurred into a ball.

"Look at you, you are so impatient." Yun Xu said, "I haven't finished my sentence yet, so what's the rush, I wrote this with so much difficulty, it's a pity that it gets dirty."

"What a pity?" Feng Changan sneered. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "I think you wish I could never write this thousand-character review."

"It's only a thousand words, how can it be difficult for Master?"

Feng Changan clenched his fists, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the rice paper crumpled up and thrown into a bamboo basket under the desk.

Even if he doesn't look at the discarded rice paper, he still knows that the rice paper is torn and stained with clumps of ink. The handwriting was eventually covered by ink, making it impossible to distinguish.

After a while, Feng Chang'an said: "If I knew you were so stubborn, I should have accepted you as my apprentice from the very beginning."

Yun Xu's pupils shrank sharply, he ground his teeth, and said through gritted teeth, "Who does Master want to take in as an apprentice? Now that I know I regret it, what would I have done earlier? If I were Master, I would have strangled that person from the beginning. Really Yes, don't lie to Master."

Feng Changan didn't say a word.

What did you do early?Naturally, he was busy teaching, practicing, and maintaining, and was so busy that he couldn't think of strangling him to death.

After being so busy, it was the first time that they got together by accident, and they wanted to strangle them to death, but they couldn't bear it anymore.

I had no choice but to stab a sword to retaliate. Later, the matter was settled and never mentioned again.

Feng Chang'an suddenly remembered the past, he turned his head to look at Yun Xu, and said calmly: "Are you still blaming me for that stab?"

When Yun Xu heard this, she was stunned and froze.

This sentence seems to have the power to travel through time and space, tearing the scars at the bottom of my heart with his memories.

Back then, it snowed heavily, and when I knelt on the ground, my knees were numb, my forehead was cut open, and blood flowed down my brow bone.

He stood on the ground, and just about to get up, the sharp point of the sword touched the back of his hand.

"From now on, there will be no relationship between you and my mentor and apprentice."

The young man's brows and eyes were cold, and he wore the aura of wind and snow, and the Qingming sword in his hand was shining white light from the tip of the sword.

"Master..." Yun Xu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the young man.

"Zixu, what kind of mistake did you make? Hurry up and admit it to your master, otherwise, your master-student relationship will be..." Mushan Patriarch stood aside and reminded without any trace.

Yunxu, the original Daoist name was Zixu, but later it was changed to Zigui.

Yun Xu looked away with difficulty, lowered his head, he heard his voice hoarse: "Master, I didn't, why don't you believe me?"

"Believe you?" The young man sneered, "I think so too, but it's just a matter of thinking about it. There are witnesses and evidence, but you still have to argue, do you think it's interesting?"

"The so-called witness is Gu Qing's one-sided statement, and the so-called physical evidence is me and you. Is it right?"

In the wind and snow, Yun Xu finally asked the question hidden in her heart.He couldn't hear what he was asking, he could only see Patriarch Mu Shan's shocked expression through his blood-red eyes.

He has always wanted to ask this question, but he has never dared to ask.

He watched Gu Qing and Shizun get closer and closer with his own eyes, and wanted to say that he was the one who was with Shizun at that time countless times, but he was timid countless times, so that the words came to his lips, and he dared not say them again.

He is afraid.

When the master sent a wedding post announcing the ceremony with Gu Qing, he heard the conversation between the master and Gu Qing, and heard the master said that he would be responsible, and finally realized that the master mistook him for Gu Qing.

However, he couldn't understand why Gu Qing would admit that he was with the master, obviously not.

He didn't understand.

On the night when the master finished posting the wedding invitation, he went to Gu Qing to ask for clarification.

Gu Qing said: "I know that it was you that night, but this does not affect my becoming a Taoist partner with your master."

"Or, this is just a tool to speed up my relationship with your master. No matter sooner or later, we will be together. I don't mind who my Taoist companion has been with before, as long as he gets along with me in the future."

Yun Xu was dumbfounded at the time.

What kind of gangster logic are you, what is a tool?What do you mean don't mind?

Yun Xu was stunned for a long time, and said, "Although, but...Senior Gu..."

Gu Qing narrowed his eyes and smiled softly: "If your master knows that it is you, the relationship between your master and apprentice will definitely not be preserved. According to the Qing Yunzong's rules, your master should also be punished by picking the root of the spirit."

"Since you joined Konghuai's sect, I, an outsider, grew up watching you. In the past suffering days, you ate more than anyone else in the sect. You naturally understand how hard it is."

"Now, if this matter is revealed, it will not benefit you, nor will it benefit Kong Huai. Why bother causing troubles all over the city? Let him misunderstand the misunderstanding, and kill two birds with one stone. If you are good to him, what's wrong?"

Yun Xu looked at the wedding invitation in his hand, and pursed his lips. He knew the consequences, so he was afraid, and he was so scrupled.

If not, I would have said it earlier.

Gu Qing looked at his expression, took the wedding invitation lightly, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "The world is impermanent, and the right should be predestined. You have to understand that it is uncomfortable to fall into the dust from the clouds."

Destiny?Yun Xu's hands were empty, and his heart was also empty. He lowered his head and said nothing more.

Gu Qing said again: "At the grand ceremony between me and him, don't show up."

Yun Xu raised her head suddenly: "Why?"

Gu Qing smiled and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to control your emotions."

Yun Xu replied in despair: "...Okay."

Gu Qing turned around to leave, but he didn't know what he found, he paused, and said: "In the future, you must not plot against your master like this, he will be my man in the future."

As if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe, Yun Xu shivered from the cold and came back to his senses. He looked at Gu Qing in disbelief, "Senior Gu, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I plot against my master?"

Gu Qing's face turned cold: "Are you calculating or not, and you don't know? I'm just warning you that you must not do this in the future, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, the pear-blossom wooden door was pushed open, and the young man stood outside the door with a gloomy face, looking at the two people in the room with cold eyes.

"You don't mind, do you? Kill two birds with one stone, right? Calculation, right? You all did it beautifully."

The ironic words pierced the heart and pierced the ears coldly.

"Shut up!" The past was unbearable, the young man's face was stained with blush, he clenched his teeth, and pierced Yun Xu's left shoulder with a sword.

Blood splattered everywhere, splashing on Yunxu's face, it was warm.

Yun Xu came back to his senses, and returned to this windy and snowy palace from the memory of talking with Gu Qing, he licked the corners of his mouth, raised his face, and evil spirits appeared in his eyes: "Why don't you speak, or are you not sure? "

"Traitor!" The young man put away his sword, turned around and left.

Patriarch Mu Shan stood aside and watched him for a long time, seeing him kneeling on the spot, squatting down, and said: "It's not that you don't know your master's temper, fighting hard with him is of no benefit, and you will die a miserable death."

The master was ruthless, and that sword severely injured Yun Xu from the early stage of Jindan to the sixth level of foundation building.

Feeling the blood flowing out from the wound, because it was too cold and condensed into icicles, Yun Xu pulled the corner of her mouth with difficulty and said, "Old Ancestor, do you believe me?"

Patriarch Mu Shan squatted aside: "I don't believe it."

Yun Xu laughed, and finally just lay down on the ground, covered her eyes with her arms, and said hoarsely, "But, I really didn't have any calculations."

"I really don't!"

Patriarch Mushan could hear the faint cry in his voice, sighed, and simply sat on the ground with his legs crossed: "Then tell me, why didn't you tell your master earlier? Didn't you bring it on yourself? ?”

"Does Qing Yunzong allow master and student to... fall in love?"

Patriarch Mushan was overwhelmed by the question, he retreated all the year round, and went to other places to travel when he had time, so he didn't care much about his master and apprentice.

After Yunxu mentioned this, it reminded me that the Qingyun Sect clearly stipulates that there should be no other relationship between master and apprentice except for teaching karma and resolving doubts.

With a straight face, Patriarch Mu Shan said: "Of course not."

"Then...that's right...ah..." Yun Xu said.

Patriarch Mushan put his hands in his sleeves, thought for a while, and said: "If you don't want you anymore, you can turn to worship under the deity's sect. The Taoist name, um, the Taoist name is Zigui, come back and come back." .how?"

"Master..." Yun Xu raised his arm covering his eyes to catch the snow that was flying down from the sky. He said firmly and slowly, word by word, "I will not be abandoned."

……

"But you're still blaming me for that sword?" Feng Changan asked again when he saw that he was in a daze for a long time and didn't answer for a long time.

When the memory came back, Yun Xu sneered, climbed up his arms, and untied his collar, "No hate, there is nothing to hate, it's all over, don't mention it again, it's boring."

Feng Changan pressed his hand and said, "You really don't hate him?"

"You..." Yun Xu leaned closer to his earlobe, "The sudden mention of this is because of tomorrow's Immortal Sword Conference, huh?"

Feng Chang'an's expression froze, noticing the change in Feng Chang'an, Yun Xu let out a haha, pushed Feng Chang'an away and pressed his hand, "Master, it's really useless to say these things, hate or not, time is too long It’s been a long time, and I’ve already forgotten it, instead of saying these things are useless, it’s better to blow the wind around the pillow.”

"You haven't finished your self-criticism." Yun Xu smiled and motioned Feng Chang'an to read the rice paper, and kissed his earlobe lightly.

Feng Changan turned to the side like an electric shock: "I don't need your reminder."

"I didn't want to remind either." Yun Xu's eyes moved down and landed on the inside of his unbuttoned collar. There were conspicuous red spots on his smooth and slender neck, and a dark light flashed in his red eyes.

Yun Xu stretched out her hand, rubbed her fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "As Master said, I wish Master could write forever."

……

Day two.