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

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to one pavilion, and the side halls shaded by light and shade appear in front of you. Green radish climbs all over the verandas and hangs in front of the eaves, creating a vibrant appearance.

Feng Changan followed the deacon disciple and entered the side hall together.

The side hall is neatly divided into countless compartments for some of the side hall's disciples to use for alchemy. There is a rocking chair in front of the front compartment.

The rocking chair was still shaking, and its owner had just gotten up.

"Butler Huang?" the deacon disciple called out respectfully.

He yelled, but there was no sound.

The deacon's disciple had no choice but to call again: "Housekeeper Huang, this disciple is bringing this junior who has just passed the assessment to bandage the wound. Come out quickly and look at his hands."

"Come on, come on!" A fat old man in yellow clothes floated out of the cubicle, "What's your name, I'm not deaf."

As he spoke, he signaled Feng Changan to come forward, "Show me."

Feng Chang'an stepped forward and showed his hands to Steward Huang. Butler Huang knew that the problem was not serious just by looking at him. He was about to throw medicine casually and send people to leave quickly when the deacon disciple suddenly coughed twice.

Butler Huang looked at him, what are you doing?

The deacon's disciple raised his chin towards Feng Chang'an.

Butler Huang's mind was extremely active, and he probably guessed something.He stuffed the medicine back into his sleeve, and said: "The problem is a bit serious, you should sit back first, and wait for the old man to adjust the medicine."

After finishing speaking, he brought the deacon disciples into the cubicle together, "You come in and help the old man, don't waste time."

"Okay, okay!" The deacon disciple said three good words in succession.

Feng Changan watched the two of them step into the compartment, feeling suspicious.

What are these two people thinking about? They just...

With a lingering gaze, Feng Changan stood up and ran out the door.

There is no use value on him, and it is impossible for Qing Yunzong to not even have this small injury pill. The only explanation is the word time.

It takes time to refine alchemy, and there is also time on the side of the Dao Dao platform. The purpose of the deacon disciples is self-evident—to delay time one by one.

When Feng Changan boarded the Kunlun Xu, the Dao Dao platform had already started to count the number of people and fill in the roster of beginner disciples. If the deacon disciples said that it would not take long, he would not have come to bandage him.

You should know that once you miss the time point of the Enlightenment Platform's statistics and are not counted on the roster, it will be regarded as an automatic abandonment of the eligibility to join the sect.

Feng Chang'an didn't know where he had offended this deacon disciple, but he wanted to turn a corner to make him lose his eligibility to join the sect.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he bumped into the young man who was climbing up the stairs.

The young man was tall and straight, holding a bamboo basket with several fifth-level spiritual herbs in the bamboo basket.

Feng Chang'an is short, he can't even reach the young man's chest when he raises his head, looking up is tired, so he didn't bother to look up to see who he bumped into, said sorry, turned sideways and ran away.

"Wait." The young man took his arm.

Qingyan's voice rang in his ears, Feng Chang'an froze all over, his scalp was numb, like a marionette, he raised his head stiffly and looked up at the young man.

The young man was very handsome, his beautiful willow-leaf eyes were full of evil, and his eyes were deep. He said, "Why are you here?"

081 exclaimed: "Hey, why is Yunxu here? Isn't he a direct disciple? He should go to the Taoist platform to guard the group of talents who have passed the examination."

Feng Changan's heart beat like a drum, and he was also extremely surprised, but he didn't show it, he just tried his best to control the ominous premonition rising in his heart.

The Yunxu on the ladder and the current Yunxu are like two people. The former one looks like a ghost, while the latter one still gives people a sense of oppression, but has a sense of demeanor. It is very similar to Yunxu 20 years ago. Change.

Contradictory, very contradictory.

This contrast made Feng Chang'an extremely uneasy, and even gave birth to dangerous thoughts about whether he was revealing his secrets, and uncontrollably wanted to shrink to the ground and hide.

"The junior has just passed the examination and injured his hand while climbing the ladder. A senior asked the junior to come up to find someone to bandage the wound. That's why I'm here, but I'm about to leave."

Yun Xu put down the pannier, glanced at his hand: "Is it not bandaged now?"

"No." Feng Chang'an opened his eyes and said nonsense, "The junior waited for a long time, but no one bandaged the junior, so he wanted to leave."

"Let me see." Yun Xu said.

Feng Chang'an was extremely vigilant, so he naturally wouldn't let him see it, so he politely declined.

"Forget it." Yun Xu looked at the latter seriously, with a familiar smile on his face again, he took two steps back, picked up the back basket, "I can't help but be overjoyed to meet again."

meet again? !

Feng Chang'an's heart jumped suddenly, his heart was half cold, and half of it was directly buried in the soil.

Does meeting again refer to the time from climbing the ladder to the present, or does it refer to 20 years ago to the present?