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

Unconsciously, the young man leaned sideways on the side of the half-foot ice-covered pool. The black shadow kept shrinking until it was the size of a soybean. Then it spun around his head twice and lay on his forehead, like a puddle of sewage. Melt into his eyebrows.

The moment he melted in, the young man was awakened by the piercing pain between his eyebrows. He trembled, gritted his teeth, and slowly reached out to touch the center of his eyebrows.

Nothing was touched.

When the pale fingers hung down, they touched the ice scum on the crow's black eyebrows.

When "Gulu Yiyi" dropped his hand into the cold pool, the ice slag also fell into the water, making a very subtle sound of hitting the water.

……

Go back in time and return to Feng Changan.

After mainly introducing several important places, Feng Changan and others were led to the front of the teleportation formation.

"Starting tomorrow, all juniors and juniors should enter the Baihe Academy to learn the basics of cultivating immortals. Before that, I will talk about the teleportation formation."

Dao Sanqian stepped into the formation with great strides, twisted the tactic with both hands, and opened a light curtain with the words Yin and Yang on it.

"Because some juniors and sisters have a certain foundation, and some juniors and sisters don't have a little foundation, so I won't explain the complexity. Let me briefly explain it. After entering school, Mr. Ziyou will explain it in detail."

He said that there are some juniors and juniors who have a certain foundation. In fact, among the nine people, eight have foundations and related backgrounds. Feng Changan is the only one who has no foundation.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu and the others looked at Feng Chang'an tacitly, and smiled tacitly and politely.

Feng Changan touched his nose in embarrassment, and nodded at them.

"A formation is outlined by a talisman brush supplemented by spiritual ink, and then the formation master pours spiritual power into it to form a related formation.

There are all kinds of formations in the world, but according to their functions, there are actually only two types, the first is killing formations. "

Five red flags appeared on the light curtain, and the moment the flags were erected, all the figures in the formation were strangled.

"The so-called killing formation, as you can see, is the attacking formation, but the degree of lethality is different."

The light curtain disappeared, Dao Sanqian pointed to the teleportation array under his feet, and said: "The second type is the defensive array. The teleportation array we use is a type of defensive array. The defensive array is mainly used for auxiliary purposes."

"Because the Qingyun Sect occupies a large area, in order to prevent the new disciples from being inconvenient to move, the teleportation array was born upon invitation.

You can see clearly how I activated the formation. In the future, the upper and lower schools will basically use the teleportation formation, and will not use spirit beasts. "

The cost of spirit beasts is too high compared to formations, and none of them would use such a resource-wasting method.

Dao Sanqian recited the incantation aloud, the sound was like a drum, and it was placed in the ears of people, which made people excited.

Eleven pairs of eyes stared straight at Dao Sanqian's movements, and saw him step back three steps while reciting the mantra, and when the voice settled, a Tai Chi totem appeared on the sole of his feet.

The moment the totem appeared, Dao Sanqian quickly intersected the middle and index fingers of his hands, and said: "Qi!"

But in the matter of breathing, Dao Sanqian disappeared out of thin air.

"This... this..." Yang Jian and the inner disciple next to him looked at me and I looked at you, and sighed in admiration:

"As expected of a big brother, even if the process of starting the formation is slowed down by hundreds of times, you can still activate the formation!"

As we all know, the slower the formation is activated, the higher the failure rate. Often when a formation is activated, it is activated by quickly chanting a mantra in the heart and coordinating with the incantation in hand.

Increase the speed to activate the formation, but the formation is activated in the breath, and the faster the speed, the higher the success rate, and the greater the power of the formation.

The air fluctuated for a while, and Dao Sanqian reappeared in the formation under the pavilion, "Do you understand everything?"

Several people nodded hesitantly: "I probably understand a little bit, but I still don't know much..."

"Eldest brother, I don't understand." A discordant voice appeared in the unified voice, Feng Chang'an weakly raised his hand, "I don't understand at all..."

Dao Sanqian had no choice but to demonstrate again, and asked again: "Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Still... still don't quite understand..." Feng Chang'an looked blank, "Brother, what did you do with that gesture just now? It was too fast, so I didn't see it clearly."

Everyone: "..."

Li Jian rolled his eyes, his nostrils were upturned, and he cast a contemptuous look at Nie Feng Chang'an, and even passed on his disciples himself. He has no understanding at all, it's really useless!

Headed by Dao Sanqian, the two inner disciples taught them several times from the sidelines. Those eight people are worthy of being descendants of the immortal sect. With just a little bit of instruction, they can basically master it. Only Feng Chang'an is still at a loss, failing one after another.

"Eldest brother, I failed again." Feng Changan lowered his hands, a little dejectedly said.

Dao Sanqian said sharply: "Come again! Calm down and concentrate!"

"Yes." Feng Changan nodded with cold sweat on his forehead, and when he was about to do it again, there was a pain between his brows, which made his hand tremble, and he failed again.

Dao Sanqian frowned, apparently he had never seen a personal disciple with such low comprehension: "Come again!"

Feng Changan raised his hand again and recited the spell silently. At this moment, there was a sudden pain between his eyebrows, and then the pain spread all over his body.

Before Feng Chang'an had time to say anything, his whole body was inexplicably exhausted, his hands and feet became icy cold, and the cold air rushed from his limbs to his limbs.

The foreground in his eyes was in a trance twice, the world was spinning, and the whole person collapsed, coughing blood fiercely on the ground.

The few people were startled, and quickly gathered around: "Junior Brother Wuzhi, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yu wanted to reach out to support him, but when he touched his arm, he shivered and shrank back: "Why is it so cold, it's cold... so... so cold..."

"Cold?" Dao Sanqian squatted over, put two fingers together and quickly tapped the acupuncture points on Feng Chang'an's body a few times, "The cold air enters the body, how could it be like this?"

Feng Chang'an was so cold that it was almost impossible to tell who was talking, his blood was frozen, and the temperature disappeared completely.

"What... what coldness?"

Dao Sanqian frowned and didn't respond. He crossed his knees and quickly moved his energy into the opponent's body. Fortunately, the opponent didn't resist. After walking around the meridians, most of the cold air was obviously dispelled.

Withdrawing his spiritual power, Dao Sanqian took out a crimson pill and said, "Open your mouth."

Feng Changan's lips trembled, his cheek muscles were tense, and he couldn't open them at all.

"Offended." Dao Sanqian decisively clamped his jaw and opened his mouth, forcing the pill into it.

The elixir slid down the throat and fell into the abdomen, a scorching gas dissipated from the abdomen, slowly dissipating the cold in other places.

After about a cup of tea, Feng Changan's body temperature returned to normal.

"The yin and cold qi extinguish the yang fire of the human body." Dao Sanqian helped him up, "Does Junior Brother Wuzhi have any hidden illnesses?"

"Hidden illness?" Feng Changan shook his head, stretched out his hand and rubbed the slightly tingling eyebrows as if inadvertently, "Maybe, I have a lot of physical problems."

He said it was a hidden illness, but in fact Feng Changan knew it well, it was by no means a hidden illness, after all, he had never had such a situation after returning from a dead body.

Excluding hidden diseases, there is only one reason.

Soul and body are mutually exclusive.

Thinking of this, Feng Changan calmly led the spiritual power in the Qingming Sword around his body.

Strangely enough, there is no exclusion at all between soul and body.

"Junior Brother Wu Zhi, you should pay attention to your health. Tomorrow I will ask Elder Pei to come over and show you. Elder Pei is a fifth-level elixir master, so he should have a way to recuperate." Dao Sanqian said.

"Thank you, Big Brother!"

"There is no need to see each other between brothers and sisters."

……

Wu Jin fell to the west, black silk rolled up into the sky, and the mist rising from the canyon enveloped the entire Qingyun Sect.

A skeleton-like man in black robe climbed among the high mountains. He staggered along the wet mountain path for more than a hundred steps, and suddenly stopped and turned back!

The mountain wind howled, and the trees along the road turned into demons, flaunting their branches and dancing wildly at night.

The man in black slowly glanced around behind him, and found nothing unusual, so he gathered his black robe tightly, and walked to the rugged Zhongnan Mountain dock with his feet reduced to a foot.

There were already people waiting in Shanwu, waiting for the sound of footsteps, turning the wheelchair and facing the visitor.

"Long time no see, how have you been?" The owner of the wheelchair coughed twice, his voice hoarse and piercing.

The black robe said: "It's not bad."

The voice of the man in black was like a sharp twig, thick and old, even hoarse than someone sitting in a wheelchair. He couldn't tell his age at all, and it was as piercing as the noise of sawing wood.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Do me a favor. After it is done, there will be a big thank you."

"I can't help." The owner of the wheelchair turned around and drove the wheelchair down the mountain by himself. "Look, my legs are useless. Don't ask me for help."

"You don't want revenge?" The man in black stretched out his hand, and took out a black shadow of a gecko that was twisting and struggling from his robe, "Don't forget, who crippled your leg, and who made you fall from heaven? The proud son became a laughing stock?"

The owner of the wheelchair suddenly stopped in place, roaring violently like a broken windmill, "Shut up!"

The man in black sneered, and handed the black shadow to the latter with a hand wrapped in a black leather case: "Take it, now, right now, I will give you a chance to take revenge."

The owner of the wheelchair grasped the armrest of the wheelchair, and slowly stretched out his hand to take it. Just as he was about to touch the shadow, the man in black retracted his hand, "You know what I mean, right? In this matter, you have to obey my orders."

"What is it?" The owner of the wheelchair gritted his teeth.

"In a few days, you will know in a few days, now is not the time."

The sky was bright, Yun Xu woke up groggy, looked around, it was blindingly white.

The cold water soaked his bones, he had already lost his temper due to all kinds of cold water, so he just threw the Yaoguang on the ice wall, and the Yaoguang slammed into the ice wall, dragging him to the ice wall.

Falling to the ground along the ice wall, Yun Xu held Yaoguang in his hand and gasped, cold water droplets rolled from the tips of his black hair, slid down his sharp face, slid to the side of his stubborn lips, and fell on the ice covered with thick ice. front.

Yun Xu watched the drop of water keep rolling down, getting slower and slower, freezing at the waist and condensing into freezing points.

Putting away the Yaoguang, Yunxu reached out and grabbed the little freezing point, and threw it on the ground.

It was like throwing away your own embarrassment, throwing it away mercilessly.

Still not reconciled to losing it, as if to prove his strength, he got up on the ground, stumbled to the freezing point, his eyes were cold, and he raised his foot to crush it hard.

Tiny, it's disgusting to look at.

When Yunxu crushed the ice, she moved too much, and the ice slag on the hem of her clothes also splashed a little.

When Nanze tore through the space and came here to look for him, he saw that he had a grudge against someone, slapping Yao Guang on the ice.

The flames of Yaoguang were raging, and with a whip, the ice surface shattered and water mist rose.

The water mist was so thick that it blurred his vision in an instant. Nan Zeben was still thinking about how to talk to him in a pleasant manner, but when he saw this scene, he was furious!

"Zigui!"

Yun Xu paused her hands, put away the Yaoguang very naturally, and raised the corners of her mouth with a smile: "Junior brother has met senior brother, why is senior brother coming here when he is free?"

Nanze waved his sleeves and rolled up his sleeves filled with water mist, saying: "Who would come to this ghost place if we don't talk about things."

"Isn't it because of the master apprenticeship ceremony yesterday?"

"Let me ask you, why did you set fire to people!"

"I already said the reason yesterday, and I don't want to repeat it again. If I have to ask for another reason today, then I just hit him because I don't like it. Do you need a reason for beating someone?"

Nanze met a logic genius, and based on the accusation of his elder brother, he raised his fist and wanted to hit him, but he raised his fist halfway, and then put it back.

The tree has grown crookedly, and it cannot be straightened directly. It can only be straightened gradually and slowly, and one day it will be straightened!

So Nanze suppressed his anger, and said in a cold voice: "I'm not here to argue with you today. I want to tell you good news. Gu Qing will arrive in the sect in fifteen days."

Yun Xu's face darkened, and his expression was a little distorted: "It's really persistent."

"Elder Yifang personally wrote the invitation letter, can you not come?" Nanze stared at Yunxu warningly, "You know what I'm going to say next, repeat it for more than ten years, I don't want to mention it again."

One sentence, repeated for more than ten years, failed to stop the conflict, Nanze really didn't want to repeat it, it was a waste of words.

"Li Zhishou?" Yun Xu narrowed her eyes, "What does this old man want to do?"

Nanze said meaningfully: "Have you ever heard of the saying that the enemy is the greatest motivation? You are deeply loved by the elders of one party, and let him not hesitate to put down his old face and create pressure on you."

"It's thanks to his thick skin." Yun Xu sneered, full of sarcasm, "Aren't people like trees, the longer they live, the thicker their skin is?"

"what's your plan?"

A few years ago, when Gu Qing came, Zigui didn't know where he got so angry, he directly threw out the sect with people and wheelchairs.

Last year, Gu Qing came to the door again, saying that he came to pay homage to his Taoist couple, and Zi Gui was furious. If the elders hadn't protected Gu Qing, he might have been whipped to the west by Zi Gui on the spot.

Few people know that the Taoist couple that Gu Qing talks about is his good friend Kong Huai, and Nan Ze only found out after hearing Li Zhishou's slip of the tongue inadvertently.

In fact, he was not considered a Taoist couple, because at that time, he had only sent invitations to a few people in the same sect. He had just posted the invitation, but for some reason, he withdrew it again, and then Zigui was almost kicked out of the sect by the suddenly furious Elder Konghuai.

There were too many things during this period, and when someone remembered that there was such a thing as an invitation, the elder Konghuai was gone.

Yun Xu pulled out a sinister smile: "Guests come from afar, so naturally they should be treated well."

Baihe Academy is located in the north of Qing Yunzong, where the spirits gather. It was founded by the first suzerain of Qing Yunzong. It has continued to this day and has not been demolished. Instead, it has continued to expand on the original basis, forming today's majestic palace complex.

Feng Changan was the first person to arrive at Baihe Academy. When he came, the sky was still gray and bright.

It's not that Feng Chang'an got up early, and it's not that other people are lazy, who among the cultivators doesn't get up early?

It's just that I'm saying good morning to Master right now, and I won't come until after I say good morning. Feng Chang'an is different, he was freed. Pigeons, flying all over the sky.

Yun Xu appeared once yesterday, but he was nowhere to be seen since then. Feng Chang'an guessed that he knew what he was doing, probably healing his wounds.

Feng Changan was extremely satisfied with this, and even a little happy to see it, dominating the position of direct disciple without bowing his head to the disciple, no matter how comfortable he looked.

He wished that it would be like this every day, thinking about the daily punishment of Yunxu's head, Feng Chang'an felt that the possibility was very high.

One after another, everyone came together, all crowded in front of the stone gate of Baihe Academy that towered into the clouds.

There are complicated inscriptions engraved on the stone gate. The inscriptions have been deliberately disrupted and cannot be written. It is said that a thousand years ago, a talented senior understood the meaning of the inscriptions. Period, become immortal!

But after all, it is a rumor, whether it is true or false, and no one knows its authenticity.

At this time, people were crowded under the stone gate to look up at the inscription. Under the crowd, what came to my ears was not the sound of unwritten words, but the angry complaints of the previous disciples.

"Look at it! You can still see a flower! We have been looking at it for more than ten years, but we haven't spotted anything."

"What are you doing here! You're going to be late for class!"

"Junior brothers and sisters, please, give way to my senior sister first, I haven't finished my homework, I have to copy my homework first! Please! Make way, I am very grateful!"

"Don't step on Senior Brother Ben, how many times have I said that!"

"Idlers back away, trampled to death deserve it!"

Under the clamor, a few disciples who were in a hurry to go to class actually supported the shoulders of the people in front of them, performed a somersault, and flipped up to the sky. While stabilizing their balance, they quickly spun the air-stepping formula under their feet, and stepped straight into the classroom as if they were walking on flat ground.

"Oh, little sample!"

The moment they landed, those disciples stood up in Xuanshen, and turned their heads to look at the dark crowd in unison, showing disdain from the bottom of their eyes, and sneered as they tossed the book in their hands up and down.

Looking at the figures of several people fluttering away, the disciples who were in a hurry to go to class couldn't hold back anymore, and they didn't care about any clan rules or regulations, anyway, the law does not blame the public!

All jumped up one by one, and jumped into the school like a dragonfly on water.

This kind of operation is basically performed by excellent disciples, but there are always a few scumbags pretending to be aggressive, jumping halfway, turning off the fire, and falling straight down.

Feng Chang'an had seen this scene before, so he avoided it.

The elders have a lot of work at hand, and the new entry-level disciples are specially assigned a few disciples to take care of them and bring them to the Baihe Academy, so it will not take much effort.

So every year at this time, it is a tug-of-war that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods.

Feng Chang'an thought that no one would be able to hit him, but he was the koi in 081's mouth, and he hid so far away.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a figure flew across and knocked him into the air.

"Cough cough cough one by one" hit the ground and rolled a dozen times on the spot. When he was about to roll more than ten meters away, a white boot blocked him and he couldn't roll anymore.

Feng Chang'an looked up and met a handsome face with a sinister smile in the slanted willow eyes. If you look carefully, you can still find a look of disgust from under the smile.

Yun Xu retracted her feet, squatted down slowly, tapped her lips, and spit out a few angry words: "You are a fool"

Feng Chang'an was bumped by this blow, and his whole body was in pain. When he heard his words, he was so angry that his heart ached, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood splashed all over Yunxu's white boots, his complexion changed again and again, his smiling eyes turned cold, and then, he still decided to finish his last sentence before cleaning up the boy.

"What?"

Are you a fool?

Not a statement, but a rhetorical question.

Feng Chang'an felt that he had vomited the real blood in vain, and it was not as good as 081's blood bag. Before he had time to swallow the second mouthful of blood, Yun Xu made a sudden move and twisted like a chicken.

There was blood choking in his throat, and it was very itchy, Feng Changan's face flushed because of the choking, as soon as the other party twisted it, he sprayed blood from his chest.

Feng Changan: "!"

Yun Xu: "..."

Yun Xu's face became gloomy, and he tightly gripped the latter's collar, just as he was about to lose this cheap apprentice, Nan Ze had already come out of Baihe Academy, and was looking at him with his hands behind his back.

Nanze's appearance is the kind of appearance that looks very comfortable. Although he is not outstanding, he is extremely gentle. Such a person, when he is the suzerain, cannot be stable. But for some reason, he has stabilized, and he has been stable for 20 years.

In the future, he must be stable for a long time.

Yun Xu let go of Feng Chang'an, narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I'll settle the score with you when I go back tonight."

Feng Changan: "..."

From the moment Yun Xu appeared, the whole audience had already fallen into a cold spot. When they saw Nanze again, there was no sound in front of the noisy Shimen. One by one stood up straight nervously, and took the initiative to line up to let the previous senior brothers and sisters pass.

It wasn't until I saw the two leave with my own eyes that the commotion resumed.

Like everyone else, Feng Changan breathed a sigh of relief, although his whole body was still in great pain and his bones seemed to be falling apart, but this did not prevent him from seeing Yun Xu's extreme displeasure.

After all, in this world, there is nothing more satisfying than seeing someone you hate not living happily.

As for the person who bumped into him earlier, he came up to apologize as soon as Elder Zigui left.

"it's okay no problem."

Ming Zhiyuan was not a broad-minded person at all, he could remember a ten-year grudge for a trivial matter, the moment Feng Chang'an appeared, he just huddled in the crowd and grabbed the other party's braids.

What annoyed him was that this person seemed to know that he was secretly hiding, and deliberately avoided, and he did not commit any crimes in a well-behaved manner.

Zhengchou couldn't find the stain on the other party, so this happened.I couldn't help but couldn't hold it down, and immediately leaned forward:

"Senior Brother Wuzhi, are you okay? You vomited a lot of blood, and it's scary to look at. Fortunately, Elder Zigui is good. I intended to take my brother with me. I believe my brother will recover soon!"

These words are concerned on the surface, but in fact, they imply everywhere that Feng Changan owes his current status to the pity of Elder Zigui.

Feng Chang'an stared at Ming Zhiyuan's concerned face with a half-smile, "Junior Brother Ming really has nothing to do."

He found that this guy was really thick-skinned, and he wasn't just idle, so he didn't settle accounts with him, and he even joined him to beg for a fight.

"Idle and panic?" Ming Zhiyuan bit his lip, his eyes were red again, "I just came to care about senior brother, how did senior brother say that I seem to have nothing to do, find fault..."

Before he finished speaking, the thin palm in front of his eyes flickered, and Feng Changan slapped him.

"You!" Ming Zhiyuan covered his face in disbelief with the burning pain on his right face, his eyes widened, tears streaming down his face, "You actually dared to hit me, why did you hit me..."

"You were the one who hit you." Feng Changan sneered, turned around and left, "You owe me this when climbing the ladder."

Ming Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and let out tears: "I will ask my elder brother to avenge me!"

Feng Changan was too lazy to listen to his bullshit, covered his ears with his hands, and entered the school together with the belated Jiang Yu.

In the southernmost part of the Baihe Academy, there is a huge book collection pavilion. The new disciples entering the hall for the first time will not be taught in the true sense, but let them wander around and familiarize themselves with the environment.

Feng Chang'an was already familiar with the environment, he spent a whole morning in the Library Pavilion, and then returned to the Hall of Waiting and Time amidst everyone discussing his defiant and slapping words.

Although Yun Xu had said that he was going to get rid of him at night, but thinking that it was noon, and Yun Xu was essentially a rabbit, he didn't look like a hedgehog in hedgehog skin, so what was he afraid of?

As it turned out, he was freed again and became a happy pigeon spirit.

The animals were stocked for more than one day, and were stocked for the next five days.

After being stocked for a long time, the pigeon Jingfeng Chang'an felt bored, and when he returned to the Hall of Waiting, he couldn't help but think of his fellow disciples.

He visited Baihe Academy in the past few days, but there was no one there.

Where did it go? !Really!

Strolling in the hall anxiously, Feng Chang'an suddenly thought of a person. He didn't dare to ask other people for fear of revealing his secrets, but this person, without accident, was about to die, even if he asked, it would not be a problem.

The Dangxian Hall has gone through two core elders. It is very symbolic, but it is not big or gorgeous.

The stone steps are more than a thousand steps, leading directly to the foot of Chenshan Mountain, along the stone steps all the way down, as expected, I saw an old man sitting on the stone steps smoking a dry cigarette.

The old man is old and old, but his cultivation is no more than the second level of body training, so he can't maintain his appearance, and he can't even be counted as a registered disciple, just a sweeper.

He has been sweeping all his life, ten years before Yunxu started his career, and he is still sweeping until now, with no progress in his cultivation.

Feng Chang'an was anxious to know the whereabouts of his fellow disciples, almost running and jolting down hundreds of stone steps, as soon as he saw someone, his feet softened and he sat down on the stone steps, spitting out blood.

This blood is real blood, the same as the one at Baihe Academy five years ago, not a blood bag sponsored by 081. Because his body is too weak, it is inevitable that he will roll with anger and blood under intense exercise, and spit out blood provocatively.

The uncle was smoking well, but was suddenly sprayed with warm blood on his neck, and immediately stood up while grabbing the broom.

"Who sneaked up on this old man!" He opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly.

"Senior..." The boy leaned on the steps and coughed twice, wiped the corners of his bloody mouth, and said weakly, "I...I...sorry..."

The old man hadn't realized what was sprayed on his neck, but now seeing the blood from the corner of the boy's mouth, he immediately sank his face, hung the cigarette holder and reached out to touch his neck, and found a hand of blood.

The moment he saw the blood on his hand, the old man was so angry that he jumped up and down. The ball head fixed by the wooden hairpin swayed back and forth, left and right, and he didn't even smoke.

"You kid, what do you want to do, think the old man is not unlucky enough?! Spit blood on the old man's neck!"

"I'm sorry..." Feng Changan gasped violently, his heart beating like a drum, and stood up with dizziness, "It's the junior's fault, senior is generous, please forgive me..."

"Excuse me?!"

The old man has been sweeping the floor all his life, sweeping out his uselessness and resentment all his life, he has long been bound by this broken fate and went crazy, even when he saw the boy's personal disciple's clothes, he would curse at him.

"I have been eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha for ten years, just to live two more years, and you sprayed me back to the original place with a mouthful of blood! You bastard, why don't you have some eyes and spray other things!

You bastard, I'm so mad at you!I'm so pissed off! "

Feng Chang'an knew that people cherish their lives more and more as they get older, so it was too late to say anything now, so he had no choice but to bow his head and be scolded, hoping that the other party would calm down.

The other party scolded indiscriminately, grabbed the broom and left.

Feng Chang'an didn't ask anything, how could he let him go, he said hastily: "Your junior has the Cunsheng Yangxi Pill, how about using it to make amends to senior?"

The old man paused, turned his head in ecstasy, and grabbed his hand: "Where is it?! Where is it?! Quick! Give it to the old man!"

He watched his own death day approaching day by day, knowing that there was an elixir to extend his life, but he couldn't get it, and he was so panicked that he almost collapsed.

Those life-sustaining pills were sold for sky-high prices in the world of cultivating immortals, how can he get them like a disgrace?

The manic appearance was really uncomfortable, Feng Chang'an's hands were so painful from being pinched by him, and he pulled away this steel-like hand for a long time.

"The junior doesn't have any now, but..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man snorted coldly, shook off his hand fiercely, turned around and left in disdain.

"But the junior can give it to the senior after two months!" Feng Changan took several steps back after being thrown away by him, and sat down on the stone steps, gasping for air.

"What do you want?" The old man ran up to Feng Chang'an like a ghost, bent down, and said gloomyly: "I have nothing to give you, let me tell you first, I don't believe in heaven."

When he opened his mouth to speak, he showed a few teeth yellowed from smoking for a long time, and the exhaled breath smelled of tobacco and the stench of oral ulcers, which made people really sick.

Feng Changan avoided his bad breath, frowned and said: "This junior just wants to ask senior some questions."

"The old man's status is humble, and he doesn't know many things."

Feng Chang'an said: "A few simple questions."

The old man stood up straight, with his callused hands behind his back, and smoked a cigarette: "What are you asking, tell me."

Feng Changan finally got away from the suffocating stench, took a big breath of fresh air, staggered up from the ground, and released the first hook.

"The first question: Excuse me, senior, how many elders are there in the sect?"

"How many people? Think about it, old man, about seven or eight hundred people."

"Are these elders easy to get along with?"

The old man squinted his eyes and sneered: "It's difficult to get along with each other, one by one is harder to get along with, especially Elder Zigui, he is the most difficult to get along with."

"Then which elder is the best to get along with?"

"Sovereign."

The fish was already hooked, and Feng Changan quietly released his ultimate goal.

"I heard that a lot of people died in the First World War 20 years ago? The younger generation didn't feel that many people died after hearing the elders say so about the number of elders in the sect."

"You know what." The old man exhaled smoke rings, and said with a smirk: "A lot of people died, 300 people left, and only one came back."

If Feng Changan was struck by lightning, 300 people set out and only one person came back. It is self-evident who that person is.

How...how...how...all...are dead?

Those familiar faces quickly flashed before Feng Changan's eyes, happy or angry, sad or happy, and in just a few breaths, he recalled all those faces.

These faces clearly made him feel painful, Feng Changan slowly hugged his head, biting his teeth to hold back the cowardly tears.

How dare he believe that the senior brother is dead, the junior brother is dead, and the 170 third senior sister is also dead, all of them are dead...

No, no, there is another brother who is not dead.

Feng Changan seemed to hold on to the title like a straw, but after holding on for a while, he felt something was wrong.

Why, why did Fang Fang not die?

Everyone is dead, why is he still alive.

Obviously they set off together at the beginning, he shouldn't have survived when everyone else died.

Why, why on earth did he survive? !

Feng Chang'an suddenly raised his head, forced himself to calm down, and suppressed his almost trembling voice: "So many people died back then... Our sect died so many, other forces must not be much better, right?"

The young man clearly had violent mood swings but still held back, obviously wanting to know something from him.But he asked these questions very often, and was not afraid to tell him what happened.

The old man said meaningfully: "Then you guessed wrong.

In fact, only our sect suffered the heaviest loss, and the other forces did not suffer too much loss. Although they also sacrificed a lot, at least half of the people were returned with the number of injuries. "

"Halfway back?" Feng Changan felt tight in his chest and short of breath, almost out of breath.

"Yes, halfway back."

As soon as the words were finished, the boy spurted blood and fell straight onto the stone steps.

The old man stretched out his hand to push him in time, and stabilized him in place: "If you fall to death, who will give the old man the medicine!"

Feng Changan was completely exhausted, he couldn't say anything, he just stretched out his hand and scratched in the air, then sat down on the stone steps.

If you say you're gone, you're gone, if you say you're gone, you're gone.

How could Feng Changan accept it?

He recalled that in the first 300 years of worshiping Qing Yunzong, many people walked in front of him, and then, in a daze, they were all buried in the loess, maybe there was not even a straw mat.

The old man stood by and smoked two cigarettes in succession. Seeing that his mood had stabilized, he asked, "Did any of your relatives go to the sky? If you die, you die!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers to pinch the young man's fate. He had learned half-baked skills in the world, so it would not be a problem to count him as a mortal who has not cultivated immortality.

The main reason is that the young man's reaction when he heard that the previous elder had died was too strange, and he was so sad that he had no relatives and no reason, so he couldn't help thinking about it.

After pinching his thumb a few times, the old man's expression changed suddenly, and he was about to blurt out the shocking words, but he swallowed again thinking that the secret must not be revealed.

Instead, he said, "You still have the heart to worry about the dead. Instead of worrying about a dead person, you should worry about yourself, you short-lived ghost."

Feng Chang'an was in a trance, he couldn't hear what he was saying at all, he just bit his lip, lowered his head, his nails were deep in his flesh.

"Remember to give the elixir to the old man before you die, don't force the old man to dig the grave."

Seeing that he didn't talk to him, the old man didn't bother to say anything, so he turned around and grabbed the broom and left.

He still can't take care of himself, half of his body is buried in the soil, so he doesn't care about others.

The old man's skeleton-like body went down the stone steps and disappeared in the stone steps.

Feng Chang'an's eyes were empty, he couldn't see him, and he couldn't see everything around him, so everything was ethereal and dispersed quickly, like a layer of smoke.

After spending five days in a daze, he was suddenly awakened by someone.

At that time, it was approaching late at night, and Feng Chang'an sat drowsily on the branch of the mountain behind Qingyun Sect to wake up.

He didn't want to wait in the waiting hall, staying inside, thinking about the past by himself, made him very uncomfortable.

Besides, his spirit has been really bad these days, as if he has been exhausted by something, and when he does one or two things, he becomes exhausted.

Even Dao Sanqian, who usually doesn't talk much, took the initiative to ask him where he was uncomfortable.

Feng Changan didn't feel any discomfort, but felt that he couldn't wake up every day. When he had time to walk, he fell asleep, woke up, fell to the ground, and hurried to the school, and the school was over.

Just when he was drowsy and about to fall asleep again, a human head flew out of Baihe Academy, and swished past his eyes.

Feng Changan was so frightened by the disheveled head that he immediately woke up, and fell directly from the tree to the ground.

"You coward." The beautiful female voice smiled unceremoniously, "whoosh" flew back from a distance, and hung in front of him, "Take a closer look at who I am!"

There is a beautiful girlish face on the human head, shiny earrings on the white earlobes, and small accessories neatly coiled around the black hair, very beautiful.

It was Jiang Yu.

Feng Changan was so frightened that he lost all sleepiness, patted his clothes and stood up, complaining: "What are you doing in the middle of the night, you scared me to death."

There was no light on the back mountain, and Jiang Yu's excited face could only be seen by the moonlight. Feng Chang'an looked down, but did not see the blood on his neck. Jiang Yu cut off his head neatly. down.

"Nonsense, didn't you see?"

The two were barely acquainted, so Jiang Yu no longer wore the mask of her gentle lady, revealing her true nature.

"My master put a night ban on me, I can't get out