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

Frightened, Feng Chang'an turned over and fell out of bed, even bringing the furry thing with him.

In the dark, he quickly lit the ever-burning lamp, and Feng Changan took a closer look, and it turned out to be the rabbit from before.

The thick ears of the patterned rabbit lie on the ground, with its limbs facing upwards in a U-shaped posture, constantly thumping its limbs upwards on the ground.

It should have just fallen off the bed and fell on its back, but it was too fat to turn over.

The gray rabbit's eyes had already seen Feng Chang'an who was squatting down to look at it, so it stopped struggling, its limbs limp and obedient, spread itself into a rabbit cake, and looked at Feng Chang'an with shining eyes.

The whole body of the rabbit is mainly gray, mixed with dots of yellow, and there are black spots on the back. It is no different from ordinary hares. If there is any difference, it is that it is too fat.

At this time, it fell on its back, and saw that its abdomen was covered with white hairs. The pure white hairs were extremely fluffy, and one could imagine its softness without touching it.

Feng Chang'an stretched out his hand to poke its stomach, and it was surprisingly soft.

Rabbit looked at him stupidly, touched his hand with his left foreleg, eyes full of confusion why didn't you pull me up.

Feng Chang'an was amused by this guy's reaction, and the anger that was suppressed by it earlier disappeared. He stretched out his hand and poked it twice, sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up the silly rabbit, and put it on his lap.

The silly rabbit took a few steps on his lap and fell asleep on his side.

Feng Changan propped his chin and looked at the fat rabbit on his lap, thinking about when Dao Sanqian would take this thing back.

Thinking about it, my thoughts drifted away, thinking of the strange dream just now.

The phenomenon of being out of his own control made him feel weird, but it was just a dream, and it was normal... right?

Feng Chang'an gently followed the rabbit's ears with his hand, and slightly raised his head to think about this question.

The dream is too weird, why are he and Yun Xu so close?

It is said that he thinks day by day and dreams at night, so he won't be tempted by a forced relationship, right?

Feng Changan was terrified by his own thought, so he quickly dismissed it.

At this moment, some broken images suddenly flashed in his mind, frame after frame, intermittent, strange and familiar, which he had never experienced before.

The first frame is a drowsy room, all the things in the room were damaged by someone, and they scattered all over the place desolately.

In the second frame, he is arguing with whom and what, but who and what are they arguing with cannot be clearly seen or heard.

In the third frame, he switched back to the room, but this time the room was obviously empty. He felt his wrist was heavy, and when he raised his hand, it was a chain.

Before I had time to take a second look, I switched directly to the fourth frame.

In the fourth frame, the clouds are dark and the rain is dark, the river is dim and the water is dark. He stands on the steep steps, and a man kneels down on the steps, holding swords in both hands, and asks him to punish him in a hoarse voice.

The man called him Master.

Punishment?

Rushing to be punished? !

Feng Changan had a splitting headache, his consciousness seemed to fall into a turbulent wave, and there were moving pictures floating around him. He didn't know where to grab it, and he didn't know how to get out, so he curled up in pain.

"Dick! I found that the host's body is abnormal, and it is suspected of being infected by a virus. I am requesting permission to modify it."

"Modification permission has been obtained, the stubborn virus is being deleted, and the memory layer is being modified, the modification is complete!

Detecting... Detected.

beep!Congratulations to the host for returning to normal. "

"Boom!" With a sound, Feng Chang'an fell on the bed.

The rabbit was already asleep, but when he heard the loud noise, he was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the wall. Seeing no movement, he cautiously approached Feng Chang'an, circled around Feng Chang'an, huddled around Feng Chang'an, and looked at Feng Chang'an.

After watching for a long time, he didn't wake up. The rabbit opened its three-petal mouth and bit Feng Chang'an's chin fiercely.

Feng Chang'an was awakened by the pain, and as soon as he woke up, he saw a rabbit lying on his neck.

Isn't this a lost rabbit?When did you come back?

Feng Changan rubbed his temples and got up, only to realize later that the ever-burning lamp hadn't been blown out. Didn't he blow it out before he went to bed?strangeness.

Feng Changan lifted the rabbit to the end of the bed and sat up. He felt a severe headache and a little pain in his jaw.

He stretched out and touched his chin, and found a little blood. He took a look in the mirror, and there was a rabbit tooth mark.

Dead rabbit, not to mention crawling on the bed, but also biting people!

I'll send it back to Dao Sanqian tomorrow, it's so annoying.

Feng Changan found three hemp ropes and twisted them together, and tied the rabbit to the bookshelf. The bookshelf was so high that even if the ropes were bitten off, according to its timid character, it would not dare to jump off.

The rabbit was stunned, with a look of accusation overflowing its eyes, it spun around on the bookshelf aggrieved, jumping up and down irritably.

It has a simple mind and can't figure out why it tied itself up again.

Feng Chang'an ignored it, and just blew out the ever-burning lamp, and there was no dream until dawn.

After the evening class that day, Feng Changan made a special trip to the senior teaching dormitory to wait for Dao Sanqian. Dao Sanqian finished class a little later than those beginners, so he waited and waited.

After euphemistically expressing that the rabbit is too annoying and asking him to take it back, Dao Sanqian showed a helpless smile for the first time and said:

"That rabbit was given to you by me, not raised by me."

Feng Changan was stunned: "Eat?"

"Seeing that your body is weak, I will repair your body. After all, you have not yet cultivated, and the tonic pills are too powerful, and you are afraid of damaging your foundation, so you want to use mortal methods to replenish your body."

After hearing Dao Sanqian's explanation, Feng Changan thought of a hundred ways to eat rabbits on the way back to the palace.

Roast rabbit, stewed rabbit cubes, dry-stir-fried diced rabbit, spicy rabbit, braised rabbit head...

On the towering giant tree of Qing Yunzong, a pavilion was built against the trunk. The pavilion was only roughly surrounded by the trunk, with a wooden table in the middle and an ever-burning lamp hanging on it.

In the pavilion, there are two people sitting facing each other to play the game, the black chess is aggressive, and the white chess's stamina is continuous, within a moment, the black chess retreats.

"Zigui, your mind is not here today." Mu Shan shook his head while collecting the white chess pieces.

"It's probably because I'm tired of being struck by lightning every day, so I can't concentrate." Yun Xu replied respectfully.

While talking, Li Zhishou came.

"Meet the ancestors."

Mu Shan nodded, waved his sleeves to wrap up the tree trunk to make a stool, and said, "Sit down."

"Thank you, Patriarch." Li Zhishou sat down at the table calmly, and nodded to Yunxu after sitting down, "Elder Zigui."

Yun Xu's eyes were deep, and she said politely, "An elder."

After the two met face to face, Yun Xu and Mu Shan Patriarch resigned and went to Zangshu Pavilion.

The disciple registered in Zangshu Pavilion was dozing off on the counter, when he heard footsteps, he woke up with a jolt.

This point, you don't need to think about it, you know who it is, and it's on time every day, so that he doesn't dare to be lazy.

At the counter, I registered the borrowing certificate for the visitor as usual, and the disciple who made the registration couldn't help sighing when he saw Yunxu disappearing at the corner of the stairs.

"No wonder you can become an elder at such a young age. With such harshness, even a trash can become a teacher respected by everyone."

Not knowing how the disciple sighed behind his back, Yunxu put the book he borrowed last time back on the third floor, and turned to go up to the fourth floor.

He had read through the first three floors, but found no relevant information, so he had no choice but to scroll up.

He didn't remember exactly how many books he had read. After reading for too long, he had already forgotten how many books he had read.

The fourth floor is lined with bookshelves, and various bound books are placed on the bookshelves.

The Qing Yunzong emphasizes martial arts, and the bookshelves are mostly books on exercises, but what Yunxu is looking for is those strange records of ghosts and gods and some medical jade slips.

These books are not very important books, so they are placed around.

There are wooden frames all around, and they are lined up to the top of the hall one by one. Since all the books that can come to the fourth floor are above fake pills, there are no stairs.

Yun Xu was raising her head to search for the book she needed, when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the pavilion, followed by voices.

"Senior Shangke, what are you working so hard for? Feng Wuzhi, that trash who hasn't started yet, three years, even if you give him 30 years, he is still no match for senior brother!"

Ye Hua, Tao name Shangke.

Ye Hua cast a disdainful glance at the person who spoke, pulled out a boxing book on the shelf, and said, "I'm just a fake alchemist, and I started a few days later than you, how can I be called your senior brother?"

"Scream! Shout!" the man complimented, "Brother Shangke entered a year later than me and has broken through the middle stage of fake alchemy. According to his strength, he naturally screams!"

"Oh." Ye Hua snorted coldly, "No matter how bad Feng Chang'an is, there is still a master of Huashen behind him. After three years, whether he is dead or alive is still unknown."

As we all know, a monk's initial cultivation base is body training, followed by Qi training, foundation building, fake pills, golden pills, Yuanying, Huashen, and there are several layers behind Huashen, but they are all old monsters. Don't mention it.

Just talking about the Huashen and the fake alchemy, the level difference is several levels, and the gap is huge, as you can imagine.

Ye Hua is not a fool, so when confronting a person who is behind the Huashen, he naturally has to stay behind, so as not to be killed by the other party.

Although it seems impossible for the opponent to fight back, it is always good to take precautions before they happen.

Hearing this, the man gasped, and said in confusion: "Since the elder Zigui is behind that Feng Wuzhi, then why did senior brother post a life-and-death battle post? It's not a big deal, just keep it private.

It is really not worthwhile to offend Elder Zigui for the sake of quick time. "

Ye Hua's eyes turned cold, she gritted her teeth and said, "You think I want to? Not... not..."

"Not what?"

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with you." Ye Hua shook her sleeves violently, turned and left.

The man didn't think about it, and followed him like a little tail.

As soon as the two left, a person turned out from behind the bookshelf, and it was Yun Xu.The ever-burning lamp hanging on the bookshelf illuminated his face, giving off a gloomy atmosphere.

Feng Changan was about to return to the hall, but when he reached the steps in front of the hall, he looked down and saw the wooden house at the foot of the mountain, and changed his attention, and went to the wooden house first.

Standing outside the wooden house and knocking on the door, the old man opened the door staggeringly after waiting for a long time.

He has been sweeping the floor for many years, rain or shine, and has swept most of the sect. His physical condition is not as good as when he was young. Recently, he has suffered from wind and cold, his health is even weaker, and his movements are slow. Opening a door takes more than half of his strength.

The flames burst out from the room, and the room was in a mess, brooms were thrown around, clothes were piled up, and the bed was leaning against the wall. It seemed that it had been moldy due to the recent rainy days, giving off a musty smell.

"What are you doing here? The elixir I want is ready?" The old man looked the boy up and down, obviously not convinced.

Feng Changan said: "Not yet."

"No? What are you doing without you? It's a waste of time." The old man said and wanted to close the door.

"I'm afraid that if I die, you won't be able to get it."

The hand that closed the door paused, the old man stretched his head halfway, narrowed his eyes, and narrowed his eyes into slits, "What do you mean?"

"Last time you said I was short-lived, but later, I saw things you couldn't see."

What Feng Chang'an said you can't see is the old Taoist group.

The old man's face darkened, he swallowed, and his body trembled unconsciously: "Is it an old man in a yellow robe, with a bell in his hand, and sometimes a few tightly wrapped men in white behind him?"

As soon as the words fell, something frightening happened.

A group of people turned out from the valley of the wooden house and walked straight forward. The leader was the old man in yellow robe, who was ringing a bell with one hand and throwing copper coins with the other, and shouted:

"The yin people hurry, and the yang people give way. If you want to avoid it or not, you will take care of yourself."

"Clang, clang, clang"

"The yin people rush, and the yang people give way, if you want to avoid it..."

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[Feng Chang'an: Braised rabbit head!

Rabbit: I am so miserable! QWQ]

ps:

Entered vChapter 1 to modify some details, and finally sweep the floor to the old man, I suggest you go back and have a look, refill ~ ok~

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