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

A red light flashed on the title page of the book, the young man raised his hand, and the book disappeared from the young man's chest and appeared in his hand.

The corner of the book turned twice at his fingertips, and he lay down in the air, spreading out a page with the words: Underworld.

The word "underworld" is sparse and bright, with a solid physique, and the blood-colored strokes change from thick to light. When the pen is finally closed, it seems that there is no ink, so it looks a little blurry.

"Psychic dreaming..." The young man's bony fingers rubbed the two words lightly, and the word "underworld" became more and more red.

The orange-red light of the ever-burning lamp fell on these two characters, and those two characters were so red that it made one's scalp tingle, as if they were written in blood, and the handwriting clearly dragged the bloody knuckles.

Black gas wrapped around the words along the young man's fingertips, and the ever-burning lamp suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the entire room.

The light fell on the young man's face, showing a strange and gloomy color.

The young man's gaze slowly moved away from the page and landed on the young man, his sharp willow-leaf eyes were somewhat cold.

"Zi la one by one" the wick made a slight cracking sound.

The young man who was standing at the door had already appeared beside the boy's bed, and he tore off the page with the word "underworld" written on it, and stuck it on the boy's forehead.

Danger had already swept through his body, but the young man didn't respond to it, his breathing was light and long, clearly falling into a deep sleep.

The young man bent down, put his hands on the side of the bed, and pressed his forehead against the young man's forehead, his crimson lips gently opened and closed next to the young man's ears.

"Now follow me and say one by one."

The boy's lips, which were covered under the paper, opened slightly: "Pro."

"Very good." The young man's voice was low and bewildered, "The next word is one soldier."

The young man unconsciously followed and whispered: "Bing."

"The next word is one by one."

"fight."

The young man said: "The next word is one by one."

"Those." When the young man read this word, he frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Open one open one open." The young man said three times.

The boy frowned even tighter, unwilling to speak.

The young man waited patiently, and after a long time, he finally said, "Open, open, open."

Black gas spread from the young man's fingertips to his back, turning into a human form like a ghost.

The young man's eyes were dark, and the eerie feeling under his skin could no longer be suppressed, overwhelming the entire room.

The ever-burning lamp, which has been soaked in spiritual energy for many years, seemed to sense something, and the flame shrank twice.

With a sound of "huchi one by one", the ever-burning light went out.

In the space where you can't see your fingers, the voice of the youth's guide rang softly: "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, open one one open one one open."

The voice paused, followed by a young boy's immature voice: "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, open one by one."

"Pro, soldiers, fights, those who open one by one open one by one."

The young man's voice is that kind of smoky voice, the tone is deliberately lowered, as gentle as a whisper between lovers, captivating.

The young man frowned even tighter, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled a little: "Lin, Bing, Dou, open it one by one."

In the darkness, the young man lost all strength and half-kneeled on the ground, but his forehead was still pressed against the young man's forehead.

"I follow an order, I enter their dreams, and solve their confusion. I am the Celestial Eye, watching their dreams, and enlightening their minds."

The word "underworld" was full of light, inhaling a red light from the young man's body, the moment he inhaled the red light, he suddenly lost his blood color and became pale and pale.

……

There is a wind passing by the ear, brushing the young man's sideburns and black hair, and as far as the young man can see, there is a bright red azalea.

Azaleas are connected one by one, from one mountain top to that mountain top, connecting the sky and the earth, endless.

Climbing up the stone steps in Azalea, he saw a broken sword floating on a pool, the pool was shining brightly, and the spiritual power of the water system climbed along the cold tip to the hilt.

The whole body of the Broken Sword was glowing, ice blue was dazzling, even though the sword body was broken in half, the approximate length could be known, counting the hilt, it was about two feet six inches.

The sword has ridges, the blade is like frost, the sword head is silvery white, and there is a golden crow totem on it.

The whole sword is clean, judging from its appearance, it is slender and sharp, except for a sky blue sword, there is no other decoration.

This is... Qing Ming? !

The pupils of the young man narrowed sharply, and he approached the pool involuntarily.

Just when he was about to approach, a cold sword light came from the side of his face, the young man was caught off guard, tipped his toes, and slid two steps back.

"Who is coming?" Qing Ming gathered a white light, and the white light spread out, and a man in white robes who was elegant and dusty suddenly appeared.

The white-robed man was wearing a bright white cloak, the cloak was so wide that it covered most of his face, only his chin was exposed. As soon as he appeared, the azaleas on the entire mountain suddenly turned red, including the azaleas that were still in full bloom all over the mountains.

The young man stabilized his steps, stared at the white-robed man in a daze for a moment.

"You are... Master..."

Before he finished speaking, the white-robed man's left hand condensed a sharp sword similar to Qing Ming's, and his figure was as fast as a gust of wind, stabbing him with a sword.

Yun Xu dodged sideways and reached out to grab the blade of the sword.At the moment when he clamped the blade, the white-robed man paused strangely, turned his wrist, and even turned the sharp sword in his hand violently.

This sword is very similar to Qingming, and even its power is comparable. If it is stuck firmly, it will definitely have its fingers cut off.

Yun Xu immediately let go of the blade, flipped somersault, broke a branch of azalea, and blocked it.

"Tips for carving insects."

The white-robed man sneered, and his pressure suddenly increased. In his hand, the sharp sword seemed to be integrated, nimble as a snake, and quickly chopped off Yingshanhong.

Just as the branch of Yingshanhong broke into several pieces, the sharp sword stabbed at the heart again, Yun Xu kicked the sharp sword away with a sideways kick.

The strength was too great, and the sharp sword was kicked at an angle, and the fingers of the white-robed man trembled, but in an instant, the white-robed man shook his wrist and swept towards him.

The sharp sword was powerful, and the surrounding azaleas seemed to be cut into pieces by some sharp knife, floating in the air with bubbling noise.

Yun Xu's gaze flickered, and she sensed something was wrong.

There is no sword intent in these fragments.

Without sword intent, it means that the person in front of him has never condensed sword intent at all.

Sword intent is the standard to measure whether a sword repairer is excellent.

If sword intent is the core artistic conception of sword cultivators, sword light is the extension of swordsmanship, and it is just a skill move. Without the support of sword intent, the seemingly powerful sword light will dissipate in just a moment.

As the No.1 of Qingyun Sect, Elder Konghuai has already comprehended the sword intent, with one hand Qingming, piercing the sky and the earth, cutting off water and destroying mountains.

The tip of the sword had reached the tip of the nose, a red light flashed in Yunxu's hand, and a long whip came out of the sky, entangled the sharp sword, and threw it flying!

The sharp sword was thrown and plunged into the soil.

The white-robed man took a step back, the sharp sword trembled twice on the ground, turned into a ray of light, and returned to his hand.

"You are not a master, who are you?" Yun Xu said coldly.

"Who I am has nothing to do with you." The sword stretched out a sword flower along the sleeve robe, and only heard "Boom!" A water column several meters high burst out from the pool and hit the sword.

The moment it collided with the sharp sword, the water column turned into five water dragons, which rose up from the white-robed man's sword and rushed to the sky, dodging the whip's whip cunningly, and pounced down in the air!

"You just need to know that you should die."

"Should I die?" Yun Xu lowered her head and chuckled twice, her smile twisted, "What are you, you deserve it!"

The long whip was retracted, a raging fire was gathered, and it was thrown out!

The air seemed to be sucked out of moisture by something, and it was extremely dry. The long whip with fire crackled, and it collided with the sharp sword.

"boom!"

Water and fire are incompatible, and explode/explode!

The huge aftermath rippled away from the explosion point, causing both of them to take a few steps back.

The strong aftermath caused all the azaleas in a radius of several miles to fall from the branches, turning into red powder.

The white-robed man's robes fluttered, and the white cloak was lifted by the strong wind, revealing a handsome face.

This man was born handsome and handsome, with a face like a jade crown, and a whole body of pure demeanor, with a graceful appearance of a fairy, not like ordinary people.

His waist-length black hair was neatly bundled up with a jade crown, and the white cloak covered his thin figure and was tied around his fair neck.

Maybe the person in front of him had annoyed him, he frowned fiercely, his cold phoenix eyes were full of indifference, full of killing intent.

"Master... Master... Master?!"

Seeing the person clearly, Yun Xu's ruthlessness was gone, he was a little dazed, he hadn't seen such a master for a long time, he hid his whip in a panic as if he had made a big mistake.

"Master, this disciple didn't know it was you, this disciple thought you were someone else's counterfeit..."

The other party didn't speak, the sharp sword turned slightly, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp sword was already on his neck.

He said coldly: "Kai who covets Qingming, die."

The blade of the sword cut through the skin, Yun Xu felt like she had just woken up from a dream, and she slapped the white-robed man with a palm, and at the same time struck out with a long whip, the flames swept across half the sky, and the powerful sword flew flying.

The white-robed man took two steps back, staring coldly at the flying sword: "You really deserve to die."

"Who the hell are you?" Yun Xu narrowed her eyes dangerously, and looked him up and down, "Why did you appear in Feng Chang'an's dream?"

At this time, thousands of miles away, the white-robed man sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain suddenly opened his eyes, and his cold phoenix eyes looked at the place where the spiritual power fluctuated.

Across the mountains, he saw two white shadows fighting the Tianchi, which was warm and peaceful.

One of the white shadows is the sword intent he left on the Qingming Sword 20 years ago.

His original intention of keeping this sword intent was firstly to protect himself in case of accidents in the future, and secondly to protect the Qingming sword, so it can be condensed.

Although it can be condensed, it is not his real body after all, it is just a sword intent, and its strength is only half of his back then.

If he knew at that time that he would die under the hands of the demon king Qi Tian, ​​he would have kept four or five ways and put them all in the Qing Ming sword.

But it's too late to say anything now.

As for the other white shadow, it was Yun Xu.

Yun Xu?

How could he be in his dream?

Feng Chang'an didn't think he would dream that he was fighting with Jianyi, look at the situation...

Feng Chang'an put his fingers on Xi's knee and tapped it intermittently, his cold phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly remembered the messy book he read before going to bed.

Was it calculated at that time?

Feng Chang'an thought about everything after meeting Yun Xu, and although he didn't make any moves, he still showed some small flaws.

Could it be that he suspected that he was the former master and came here to test him?After all, dreams cannot deceive people.

Haze appeared in Feng Chang'an's eyes, but after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up again, his smile was soft, like a ray of spring breeze, melting away his indifference, even the azalea blooming in the wind was extraordinarily red, making this person graceful and fairy-like.

"Yun Xu, Yun Xu, you haven't been hurt by Qing Ming in the side hall, have you? This is my dream."

Feng Chang'an stood up, and raised his hand to condense out a sharp long sword. The blade was white, reflecting the cold smile on his mouth.