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

The boy was about eleven, three or fourteen years old, and his gray shorts were covered with dust like a sack, wrapping his thin body inside.I saw that his face was pale, his lips were pink and white, and he looked like a sick ghost.

The disciple's sword circled in the air, brushed the young man's ear back, and shouted angrily: "Who are you?! How dare you come here!"

The boy's ear was almost cut off by his sword, and he said repeatedly: "I'm making soy sauce, I'm just passing by."

"Bullshit!" The disciple turned pale, "If you don't tell the truth, I'll cut you off with a sword!"

The other disciple who guarded the mountain was much calmer. He put one hand on the hilt of his sword for protection, and said vigilantly: "Aren't you a disciple of Qing Yunzong?"

The boy's attire does not belong to the sect at first glance, and there is no fluctuation of spiritual power in the whole body, he is clearly a mortal.

But how can a mere mortal break through the Tianxuan formation and the sect protection formation without making a sound, avoid the heavily guarded patrols, and reach this place?

Come to think of it, there must be ghosts in it!

This person must not be as simple as he appears on the surface!

I am afraid that the visitor is not good, so he secretly pinched an emergency talisman, and if there is an accident, he will immediately notify the deacon.

"Feng Chang'an, Elder Zigui just accepted his disciple." The young man looked at the two of them by the raging fire without changing his face.

Both of them looked like young people in their twenties, about the same height.The eyebrows are straight, the hair is tied with jade crowns, and they are all dressed in white robes with cross-collared collars, swords around their waists, wooden scabbards, and metal-wrapped sword ends.

On the side is a picture of fairy style, and the standard Qing Yunzong inner disciples dress up.

"Feng Chang'an? Zigui...an elder?" The two were stunned for a moment, and said with a bad expression, "The wind?"

Feng Chang'an was about to talk about the wind that passes through the border like the wind, when the two disciples guarding the mountain came down the mountain like fierce tigers, they directly pressed him to the ground and grabbed him with both hands.

"Hey!" One of the disciples of Shushan issued an emergency order.

The emergency order is not that kind of gorgeous fireworks, but a wisp of pale blue smoke that rises up into the sky, as fast as lightning.

The moment the emergency order was issued, countless rays of light rushed out from the Deacon Pavilion, the third highest peak in the southeast direction of Qingyun Sect, attacking here like stars chasing the moon.

The light fell to the ground and turned into a group of people.

At the head are two deacon elders in white clothes, with dark-colored cranes embroidered on their robes, and behind them are a dozen deacon disciples in azure robes with golden trimming, all holding magical artifacts, with dignified expressions, as if facing an enemy battles.

The disciple guarding the mountain who issued the emergency order took a step forward, bent down and saluted: "Disciple Weiyang pays respects to the elders of one party."

"There's no need to be too polite." One of the elders looked at him without sadness or joy, and motioned him to get down to business.

One side of the elders is from the generation of the previous suzerain, and his younger brother is the famous elder Konghuai.

20 years ago, the demon world broke through the northern part of Xuanwu Continent. In order to prevent foreign barbarians from rushing in, the Xiuxian world spontaneously formed a first-line sky alliance, led by the five immortal alliances, joined the alliance, and started to discuss the establishment of a defense line.

After the drafting of the plan was confirmed, because the Five Great Immortal Alliances are the leaders in the world of cultivating immortals, and because the Five Great Immortal Alliances have countless strong people.

Therefore, in the defense line establishment plan, the five immortal alliances sent the most people, followed by other sects.

Qingyun Sect is one of the five immortal alliances, ranking second among the immortal alliances. The first is Zhongzhou Beixi, the third is Suzaku Meishan, the fourth is Baihu Wuliang, and the last is Xuanwu Yiqi.

When the battle line was first drawn up, the Immortal Cultivation Realm still had the upper hand, but due to lack of support, traitors from the demon world appeared in the Yixiantian Alliance, and the alliance began to retreat steadily.

In the end, he was cornered and almost wiped out.

The Five Great Immortals set an example. Under such a bad situation, they tried to cover everyone and leave first, planning to push the line of defense to Shanhaiguan.

Unexpectedly, the news leaked out, and Wu Hailin was besieged by the demon world before he was about to retreat to the first line of heaven.

People who came back said that many people went crazy that day when they were besieged, crying and laughing, complaining and cursing, making a mess.

The scorched and desperate gunpowder smoke filled the gray sky with ink, and then, it rained heavily.

The heavy rain crackled like balls falling to the ground.

The rain was dreary, covering the gloomy Wu Hailin from top to bottom.

Everyone sat in the heavy rain with their heads down, letting the heavy rain pour their hearts out.

Across the black forest, thousands of miles away, and high mountains, they seem to hear the cheers from afar, the sound is sharp and piercing, it is the cheers that belong to the demon world alone.

No one spoke, no one knew what to say, everyone knew what happened to Wu Hailin.

[-] There is a special kind of fog in the Wuhai forest. When it rises at night, no matter how strong or weak a monk is, he will definitely die.

In this death-like silence, everyone watched the sky that was about to darken, waiting for death to come.

The Five Great Immortal Alliances believed that they could not sit still and wait for death, so the Elder Konghuai of Qing Yunzong took the lead to break through many obstacles from Wuhailin and kill them.

The demon lord Qi Tian had been on guard for a long time, and set up a big net to wait for them to throw themselves into the net.

It was raining heavily from the sky, and there were stumps and broken arms in sight, the winding stream was stained red with blood, jackdaws fluttered their wings on the blood river, and the black smoke of the war was dragged all the way from the distant mountains. It penetrates deep into the earth and reaches the lungs.

In Wu Hailin's first battle, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and a new machine was hatched out of despair.

In the end, Elder Konghuai died, Qingyun Sect Master died, General Beixi died, Meishan Jianshou died... many people died.

Their death laid the foundation for the victory of the sky.

Under the bloody war, the living stepped on the corpses of the dead and crawled back from Wuhai Forest. According to the original plan, a line of defense was established in the first line of sky, and the scarred and injured came back alive from the first line of Xuanwuzhou.

On the day of returning from the victory, counting the number of people, the five immortal alliances suffered the most damage, among which the Qing Yunzong was the worst, and only one person came back alive.

That is an elder.

Wei Yang, the disciple who guarded the mountain, was young at that time, although he didn't participate in it, it was said that it was extremely difficult.

I have great respect for the seniors who participated in the establishment of Yixiantian.

If it weren't for them, especially the elder Konghuai who single-handedly smashed the demon king Qi Tian's sacrificial formation, the world of cultivating immortals would have been caught in the flames of war long ago, and there would be the current stability there.

Therefore, when he heard someone pretending to be Elder Konghuai, his first reaction was that this kid wanted to kill him, kill him!

Is the famous Elder Konghuai someone you can pretend to be? !

Briefly explaining the cause and effect, Wei Young asked: "Elder Fang, how do you think this person will be dealt with?"

Feng Chang'an was held down on the ground by another disciple guarding the mountain, and his hands were captured. When he heard the title of an elder, he was stunned and raised his head in surprise.

Isn't this the [-]th brother who is one rank higher than him? !

Brother Two Hundred and Five's full name is Yu Zhishou, and his master bestowed him with a Taoist name. Because everyone is used to shouting according to their ranking, they opened their mouths and said two hundred and five.

Feng Chang'an also shouted at the beginning, but he chased and beat him, and after he beat him up, Feng Chang'an became honest and called his brother in a proper manner.

I still remember the time when the two hundred and five senior brothers stepped on the wooden basin, held a big broom in their hands, and smiled coldly: "Damn it, I can't beat those senior brothers and sisters, and I can't beat the younger brothers and sisters?!

See what you can do, you are lucky if you are a junior, if you laugh again, don't blame the senior brother for being unreasonable, and beat your parents until they don't know each other. "

Beauty is justice.

Feng Chang'an was scared, and begged for mercy with a pair of panda eyes.

Unexpectedly, after returning to the sect, the first old friend he met was him. Feng Changan almost blurted out two words: senior brother.

It's just that these two words met the eyes of Brother Two Hundred and Five, and they got stuck in his throat.

Brother [-]'s original eyes were sparkling and full of light. Through his eyes, you can see his ambitious life plan.

But now the eyes, the light in the eyes has completely lost, there is no sadness or joy, it seems that all thoughts are gone, and being alive is like a kind of torture to him.

Li Zhishou's eyes, neither sad nor happy, fell slowly on Feng Chang'an, opened his eyes and said, "Your name is Feng Chang'an? Why do you call Feng Chang'an? What's so good about it?"

"I..." Feng Chang'an was a little stumped, no, Senior Brother Two Hundred Five, what's wrong with you?

I was originally called Feng Changan, my parents gave me my name, why not? !

"Elder Yifang is asking you something, don't hesitate, just say it!" the mountain guard disciple who was startled by him earlier said viciously.

Feng Chang'an bit his lip and was thinking about how to explain, when the mountain guard disciple slapped his head on the ground: "Be more honest!"

Feng Chang'an's face is covered with loess: "..."

He has an old problem, when he can't think of an answer, he likes to bite his lip, and after biting, he can't help but look up at the sky.

It hadn't been mentioned before. If 081 hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't even know he had this problem.

Now, the disciple guarding the mountain probably saw him acting abnormally, and thought he was going to be a monster, so he slapped him with a dedicated slap.

……

The main hall is simple, the bamboo curtain is half rolled, and there is a line of dragons and phoenixes written on the front of the hall. The totem of the green dragon is in the word, and the word "benevolence" in the totem is eye-catching.

Along the pillars of the palace, a tripod was placed plainly on the pear blossom table, and faintly scented agarwood floated out from the tripod, spreading over the place where exquisite objects and magic vessels were once placed.

The main hall was not like this at the beginning, although it is not elegant, nor can it be so simple, there are still some things in the hall, but it was overthrown two years ago.

The suzerain of this term, Nan Ze, doesn't like these delicate things, and often stares at them through gritted teeth for a long time.

One day, all these things will be gone.

If he didn't take care of the guests and save face, he could make the main hall bald, with the sky as the quilt and the ground as the banquet, with a glass of wine in the moonlight and meteors as companions.

When Yun Xu came in with a cold air on his back, he was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, his face was tired, his eyes were half closed, and he was wearing a deep pine grain cloak.

"Meet the suzerain." Yun Xu saluted.

"Sit down." Nanze opened his eyes, raised his hand, and pointed to the chair beside him.

"You don't need to sit down. I just took in a new disciple, and I put it aside to dry out. I want to solve the problem as soon as possible and go back." Yun Xu said, "I don't know, senior brother, what can I do for you?"

Nan Ze and Yun Xu are of the same generation, and they are the eldest disciples of the previous suzerain. According to normal circumstances, the position of suzerain should be given to him at least a hundred years later, not now.

If the master hadn't passed away, he wouldn't have been forced to sit up.

"Junior Brother Zigui, I heard that you have accepted a direct disciple with the same name and surname as your master?"

Yun Xu said, "Yes."

Nan Ze looked at him deeply, trying to see what he was thinking through his skin, but he really couldn't see anything.

This skin bag is poured with molten iron, so there is no way to see through it.

"Junior Brother Zigui, do you...do you think that your master is not dead? He...is your master?"