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

The sky doesn't know when it began to rain. In the dead of night, the drizzle knocked on the window and gathered along the wire grooves of the window lattice.

With a sound of "click one by one", the water droplets rolled down and splashed on the bluestone board under the window.

Both mentally and mentally injured, Yun Xu supported the ground with one hand, bent over and half attached to the ground, while the other hand clasped the edge of the bed tightly, preventing herself from getting down completely.

"Cough-cough-"

The thick blood choked in his throat, making him dizzy, his pink lips trembled twice, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

The moment it spewed out, my whole body lost strength, my heart throbbed, and a black gas surged against the movement of the sky.

A monk uses spiritual power to cultivate, and the movement of the spiritual power is called the cycle of the sky, and the cycle of the spiritual power in the body is called the cycle of the sky.

All cycles run along the meridians, and there has never been a precedent of running against the meridians.

As long as it runs in reverse, there is only one end.

——The meridians were broken inch by inch, Zhou Tian's spiritual power was violent, and there was no place to bury him.

Yun Xu propped himself on the edge of the bed and wanted to get up, but his vision was blackened. In a trance, he heard a slight cracking sound, which was the sound of the meridians in his left arm breaking in reverse.

At the last moment when he lost consciousness, he saw the boy sitting up suddenly in the dark, a subconscious reaction of waking up from a dream.

"Boom!"

Consciousness submerged in billowing darkness, Yun Xu fell to the ground, unconscious.

Feng Chang'an turned over and got out of bed almost at the same time, but he was not fast enough, so he took the time.

With his hands outstretched, he froze in mid-air. In the dark space, Feng Changan had a delicate expression, a bit annoyed and a bit embarrassed.

Shaking off his hands fiercely, Feng Changan knelt down and pushed him, "Master? Master?"

He called twice in succession, but there was no response.

"Deserved!"

Feng Chang'an snorted coldly, touched the darkness and re-lit the lamp, the fire illuminated the room, and the pool of blood on the ground was also clearly illuminated.

No wonder I smelled a bloody smell just now, that's how it was.

Feng Changan squatted down again, stretched out his hand to push him, making sure that he would not wake up, and then put his hand on his right wrist.

A streak of ice-blue spiritual power shot out from his index finger, passed through the skin, and rushed into Yunxu's tendons, moving slowly along the meridians.

This spiritual power was stripped by Feng Changan from the sword intent left on the Qing Ming sword, and it was stripped in half.

Half of the sword will be peeled off, and half will be reduced. It will not increase, but will only decrease.

Feng Chang'an didn't know why he was so generous, and he was willing to split half of his rear.After thinking about it carefully, he found a perfect reason for himself: to pay off the debt!

This afternoon, he blocked the thunder calamity for himself, and now, he healed him by himself, which is considered to be indebted to both, and there is no cause and effect involved.

The spiritual power was transferred to the left arm, and it was suddenly knocked away by a jet of black gas. Seeing that it was about to hit the left arm of the injured person, Feng Chang'an reacted very quickly and forcibly retracted it.

Forced retraction will cause the spiritual power to backfire on itself, Feng Changan was so backlashed, his eyes became dizzy, and it took him a long time to recover.

what happened?

How can there be spiritual power that runs in reverse?

No, that's not spiritual power, that's... demon energy? !

Feng Chang'an was slightly startled, changed his position in disbelief, squatted next to Yun Xu's left hand, and put his fingers on his wrist again.

A trace of black gas escaped from his skin, climbed up the back of Feng Changan's hand along the fingertips, and instantly slowed down the entire back of the hand like a snake.

Seeing this, Feng Changan twitched fiercely between his eyebrows, quickly cut off the connection with the black gas, stood up and took a step back.

The ever-burning lamp was flickering, and the moment the black gas appeared, it trembled twice in fear, and the light dimmed a bit.

The air trembled a few times, and a hole was torn open.

who? !

Feng Chang'an shrank his eyes sharply, stepped back several steps, and stared at the gap vigilantly, at the same time, the Qingming sword in his body was ready to go.

The rift was completely torn, and a young man in a starry white robe stepped out of the rift, helping the unconscious man to leave.

As soon as he took a step, he seemed to think of something, and turned his head to look carefully at Feng Chang'an.

The young man looks ordinary, but his star eyes are bright. His dark brows are filled with awe-inspiring righteousness. When he looks at people, he always frowns, as if he wants to see everything about the other person.

This kind of gaze has the power to penetrate people's hearts, and all hypocritical armor will fall apart under this gaze.

If ordinary people were under this kind of invisible oppression, they would have been defeated long ago, but after all, they are once the proud son of heaven, who has survived in the realm of climbing the ladder, this kind of oppression is not considered to Feng Changan What.

When the young man sized him up, Feng Changan also sized him up, and with just one glance, he recognized the young man's identity.

The No. 20 eighth-generation patriarch of Qing Yunzong "Mushan" cultivated in the middle of the catastrophe. Although his appearance is still young, his age is actually more than 3000 years old.

He usually retreats in Fengshenya of the Qingyun Sect, and unless there is an emergency in the sect, he usually does not leave the closed door easily.

Feng Changan has been in Qing Yunzong for nearly 500 years, but he has only seen him twice.

The first side was when the demon world attacked the cultivation world, and the second side was the preparatory meeting for the first line of defense.

In the blink of an eye, 20 years have passed.

For Feng Chang'an, these 20 years were just a matter of closing his eyes and opening them again, so he was particularly impressed with this ancestor.

Patriarch Mu Shan squinted his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "The younger generation is..." The words were long.

Deliberately prolong the word, waiting for someone to pick it up, to avoid embarrassment.

"Junior..." Feng Chang'an pressed down the Qing Ming sword, and was about to bend down to salute, remembering the pair of golden eyes of this ancestor, he forcibly held back, and stood upright on the spot.

"Feng Chang'an, Elder Zigui's new personal disciple."

"Feng Chang'an?" Patriarch Mu Shan chewed these three words, and looked at the person he was supporting meaningfully, "It's a good name."

"Dad of the younger generation just thinks this name is auspicious." Feng Chang'an carefully considered every word, "So I chose this name, especially to drive away ghosts!"

"Exorcising ghosts?" Patriarch Mushan put one hand on Yunxu's back, and the strong spiritual power poured into Yunxu's body continuously, "The body is upright, and the shadow is upright, where are the ghosts?"

Feng Changan was doubting the meaning of his words, and heard him say again: "What did you see tonight?"

"I didn't see anything. When I woke up, I found that the master who had left had returned, vomiting blood and passed out beside the bed. It scared me to death."

Patriarch Mu Shan said, "Didn't you see anything else?"

Feng Changan stared at the other party hesitantly: "There are seniors..."

"You didn't see anything tonight." Turning his head to look at the window, the old man in Mushan seemed to see through the wooden window, through the drizzle, all the way to the fragmented wasteland.

In the barren area, the sun is scorching and the dust is flying.

Time has cut the surface of the ground into broken marks, every piece of soil is like rice husking, and the surface is full of potholes.

In this vast land, the oldest prophecy is buried. When the omen comes, it will be a catastrophe for the entire world of cultivating immortals.

Feng Changan was stunned: "Huh?"

"Remember, you didn't see anything tonight." Patriarch Mu Shan retracted his gaze, and glanced lightly at the ever-burning lamp.

Feng Changan only felt a pain in the back of his head, and when he woke up again, it was already morning.

The morning light came in from the window, and was divided into several small squares by the window sills, spreading evenly on the wooden floor.

The breath of midsummer is washed by the rain in one night, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees outside the house, and dyes every corner of the room.

Feng Changan rubbed his head and got up, he felt a little pain in the back of his head, he was wondering why he felt the pain in the back of his head, when he saw the burnt-out ever-burning lamp out of the corner of his eye.

The ever-burning lamp lay neatly on the floor, tears dripping all over the floor.

"Strange, I wasn't last night..." Feng Changan thought back to last night, what did he do after kicking Yun Xu out of the dream last night?

How do you sleep on the ground?

What about the everlasting lights?

"I have no impression at all..."

Feng Changan stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet. It was clearly midsummer, but the floor was bitingly cold.

He frowned fiercely, looked around the room, and found no strange traces.

Could it be that Yun Xu woke up first and kicked him unconscious with the ever-burning lamp? !

Feng Chang'an picked up the ever-burning lamp, thinking about the possibility.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." There was a quick knock on the door, and after a pause, the young man's loud voice broke into the door.

"Senior Brother Feng, are you up yet?"

Feng Changan stood in front of the table, looked towards the wooden door, "May I ask who you are?"

Outside the door was a young man about 17 years old with his back facing him, with a broad ax on his back, a sword at his waist, and a white robe with a collar and a white collar for inner disciples.

He raised his chin slightly, and raised his voice: "My surname is Yang Mingjian, and my Taoist name is Qimiao, Senior Brother Feng, just call me Qimiao Junior Brother.

I am ordered by the suzerain to come here to invite my senior brother to participate in the ceremony of appreciating masters of Qing Yunzong. "

Feng Chang'an didn't know that he had such a big face, so he let the dignified suzerain personally order someone to invite him.

"Hold on."

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows: "Brother Feng, please open the door, the ancestral robe is here.

It was supposed to be distributed together with other new disciples last night, but Elder Zigui took Senior Brother Feng away first, so he had to let me here first, and I would hand it over to Senior Brother Feng. "

As soon as the words fell, the door was opened by the boy.

Yang Jian turned around, looked the young man up and down, and after reaching a conclusion, he took out the sect robe of his own disciple from the Qiankun bag and handed it over.

According to the tacit rules of the clan, juniors need to submit items with both hands to show respect.

Since Feng Chang'an is a direct disciple, he is naturally a generation older than Yang Jian, who is an inner disciple. According to the rules, this perfunctory attitude should not be.

And there is only one reason for this perfunctory attitude, that is, the other party doesn't think much of him at all.

Indeed, Yang Jian just looked down on this so-called senior brother.

what brother?It's not just hanging a sign.

Looking at him at a glance, his image has no image, and his potential has little potential.

However, a water and wood dual spiritual root has supported the deacon disciple to death, so what qualifications does it have to be a direct disciple?

Though he, Yang Jian, is not a proud man of heaven, he is also a leader among the inner sect disciples, and he might be able to become a deacon disciple this year, so why should he give clothes to a boy who does not deserve his name?

Yang Jian's side was outraged, while Feng Chang'an's side had already changed his clothes and came out.

"Please trouble Junior Brother Qimiao." Feng Changan cupped his hands.

Yang Jian didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, so he returned the salute perfunctorily, and walked straight to the grand ceremony, regardless of whether people could keep up.

"Brother Feng is polite, please follow me."

After all, young and energetic, competitive, most of them are not convinced.

Feng Chang'an secretly shook his head and followed his pace.

"Brother Feng, follow closely. The grand ceremony is a long way from here. I have to speed up so as not to miss the grand ceremony." Yang Jian intentionally beat him to build his own prestige, and deliberately accelerated his speed.

"Junior Qi Miao, wait a minute, the speed is too fast, I can't keep up." The young man followed a few steps at first, and then quickly said after realizing that he needed to sprint to keep up.

Quickly, only an afterimage could be seen standing in front of the Liangxiang Pavilion, arms folded, watching the young man chasing him out of breath.

"Senior Brother Feng, you are too slow, slow like you, when it's over, the grand ceremony is over."

Naturally, Yang Jian had also heard about the Dao Daotai, saying that he was late was just to tease the other party.

"Junior Brother Qimiao said yes." Feng Changan was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "However, I think, with Junior Brother Qimiao by his side, I will never be late."

Yang Jian was blocked by him, feeling upset and unable to refute, so he snorted, put his index and middle fingers together and swiped in the air: "Follow me."

Several blue lights were pulled up on the ground, and the blue lights were intertwined in an orderly manner, forming a teleportation formation like a grid.

As soon as one stepped into the formation, a rotating Tai Chi appeared on the ground, and with a strong suction, the scene in front of him was turned upside down.

The sky and the earth are vast, and there is only a majestic stone tablet in front of my eyes. The inscriptions on the tablet stand tall in the sky and the earth. Bypassing the stone tablet, there is an avenue with a width of about [-] meters. The morning light leads straight from the avenue to a majestic palace.

Although the palace is majestic, it is not full of flowers and flowers. There are only a few floating clouds around it.

One by one mysterious hall.

There were already people on the avenue, and groups of new disciples were led by the previous seniors, walking on the avenue.

After all, he is a new disciple, curious about everything, looking around with wide eyes, kneading the corners of his new clothes nervously with his fingers.

When he turned his head halfway and suddenly saw Feng Chang'an and the two of them, the whole team exploded, but because they were about to enter the Xuanzhi Palace, they deliberately lowered their voices to discuss.

"Look, is that person the direct disciple?"

"It's not who he is? The other direct disciples all left with us, but he left early..."

Listening to the chattering discussions around him, Yang Jian frowned in displeasure. He used to hate other people's gossip and babbling. He was so annoying.

Looking down at the boy, Yang Jian reminded, "Senior Brother Feng, you are famous."

Feng Changan thought that everyone else was an old disciple leading a group of new disciples, and it was strange that he was independent and not famous!

Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly heard the young man's disdainful ridicule from behind him, "Him? How do you think he became a personal disciple?

It's not that there is a background, the back door is wide open, otherwise, how can you become a direct disciple?Alright, stop talking, watch out for him to hear, revenge you and me..."

Feng Chang'an squinted his eyes and turned around, just in time to meet the boy staring at him.

This boy is none other than the boy in blue who pushed him on the ladder.

He has changed into the clothes of inner disciples, with a sword on his waist, and he has a somewhat elegant style.

Seeing Feng Chang'an suddenly turn around, the boy stared at Feng Chang'an fiercely, with the unfinished words stuck in his throat, wanting to grab a piece of his flesh.

"Ming Zhiyuan, the younger brother of the deacon disciple Ming Luo." Yang Jian followed Feng Chang'an's gaze to look at the young man, and moved away after only one glance.

"I heard that the senior brother was punished by the elder Zigui yesterday afternoon because of you, and he is still lying on the bed. I am afraid that these two brothers will hate you, and you will be in trouble in the future."