[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Feng Zhen was walking on a country path, holding his adoptive father's hand with one hand, and walked along the path with his adoptive father.

Feng Zhen frowned tightly.

The adoptive father saw him, stopped, and picked him up.

"But tired?"

As always, the adoptive father seldom speaks, and his voice is flat. If you don't distinguish carefully, you can't tell the deep concern hidden at all.

Along the way, the adoptive father took good care of Fengzhen. Although it was a little blunt, the care and care in it was not fake.

Feng Zhen sat on the arms of his adoptive father, wrapped his arms around his neck, and shook his head silently.

The foster father's cold fingers gently tapped between his brows, smoothing the creases in the middle for him.

The two continued to move forward in silence, at a leisurely pace, until the sun was setting, and they reached a place where there were people.

It was the end of summer at this time, and it was still a little hot at noon.

Feng Zhen noticed that the adoptive father didn't even break out a drop of sweat the whole time, and he didn't feel any soreness in his arm holding him all the way.

The adoptive father bought a piece of land with the head of Fengzhen and Xiaoshan Village. The location is at the foot of the mountain. There is no one around, only a bamboo forest and a simple bamboo house.

There is not even a bed in the bamboo hut.

Being hugged and sitting on a rock, Feng Zhen frowned again as he watched his adoptive father go directly to the bamboo forest and chop off dozens of bamboos with a sword, intending to make them into a bed.

He always felt that he had forgotten something, and that should be something very important to him.

Moreover, he also felt that he should not be a child, at least not so young.

He looked at his five short fingers, then at the free and easy back of his stepfather tucking up his robe, and after a while, he asked his stepfather, "Father stepfather, where are my parents?"

"Who are they? Why can't I remember?"

The foster father's figure froze for a moment, then fastened the bamboo bed smoothly, placed it in the bamboo house, and turned around to walk towards Fengzhen.

He looks cold and handsome, with a slender and tall figure, but the expression on his face is almost non-existent, which seems unreasonable.

The foster father leaned over and touched Feng Zhen's cheek with his dirty hand on the sleeve pad.

It can be felt that he should not be good at being so close to children, and his movements are unfamiliar and slightly stiff.

"Are you hungry?"

"Father will find some food for you."

He hugged Feng Zhen on the polished bamboo bed and sat down, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back."

here we go again……

Every time he asked this question, the so-called adoptive father would change the subject.

After the people left, the dilapidated bamboo house became empty, and Feng Zhen fell on his back on the bamboo bed.

The bamboo bed was quite elastic, he rolled on it, the surface was planed smooth, no clothes could be caught and it would not hurt people.

He scoffed in his heart: Unexpectedly, this seemingly unearthly adoptive father's handwork is pretty good.

……

As the sky darkened, Feng Zhen was asleep when he heard someone calling him.

"Azhen."

"Azhen."

……

One after another, without stopping.

He is short-spirited and has been on the road without stopping. Although he is being hugged, he is still very sleepy.

Being forcibly awakened, Feng Zhen was full of anger.

Staring at the fruit being held in front of him, Feng Zhen turned his head away and lay down again.

"I don't eat, I want to sleep."

After a while, the adoptive father said, "Okay."

It’s a little cold in the mountains at night, the mortal body in Fengzhen, only a set of bright red silk satin brocade clothes on his body, there is no warmth at all, and there is something like ice next to it, which keeps exuding coldness, which makes him unable to help Rolled a little farther.

Holding him in his embrace with one arm, Feng Zhen murmured unconsciously: "Cold", the voice in his sleep was vague and weak.

But after a while, he felt warm all over his body, his body was no longer cold, and his hands and feet were gradually released.

The next day, Feng Zhen didn't wake up until the sun shone on his buttocks.

After waking up, his foster father took him to the pool, where his foster father washed his face and wiped his teeth.

Feng Zhen felt a little embarrassed, and waved his hand to call himself.

As a result, the adoptive father still cleaned him very seriously, and replied, "You are still young, you can't clean it."

After washing, he shared the wild fruit he found last night with his adoptive father, and then followed his adoptive father to practice swords.

Because he was small and weak, his adoptive father polished a delicate and lovely bamboo sword for him, and taught him how to stab, pick, cross and cut every day.

During the day, apart from practicing swords, he also practiced calligraphy and recited formulas. His foster father taught him earnestly, and Feng Zhen also worked hard at learning.

He seems to be extremely gifted at this and is a quick learner.

And so they settled down.

Two years is enough to change a lot.

Feng Zhen no longer asks what happened in the past from time to time, and why he has no memory.

And the adoptive father's way of taking care of the children has also changed from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being proficient now.

He loves Fengzhen the most.

Except for some requests that would harm the other party's body, he would satisfy almost whatever the other party wanted.

Every piece of clothing, every morsel of food, and every sip of water in Fengzhen came from the hands of the foster father.

Even when walking, the other party still likes to hug him at every turn.

Feng Zhen also gradually trusted and relied on him during his two years of constant company and care.

On this day, Feng Zhen sneaked into the mountains, killed a hare, and went to the town to exchange for a dozen copper coins.

He used the money to buy some of the cheapest candy, and then used the candy to hang the brats in the village to exchange for the fruits on the trees in their homes or the vegetables grown in the yard.

After returning home with a pile of apples, pears, and green vegetables, he casually placed them on the bamboo table in the yard, and then picked up the cold fruit tea soup on it.

The temperature of the soup is suitable, just a little higher than the temperature of the mouth, which is just right for the taste of Fengzhen.

The warm tea soup was swallowed from the throat, flowed through the stomach and entered the abdomen, Feng Zhen sighed after drinking it, admiring his adoptive father's ability to estimate the heat from the bottom of his heart.

The other party is able to do it, no matter what soup he drinks when he comes back, it is at this temperature.

Entering the bamboo hut, there is a new set of robes on the bed, and a pair of white socks beside it.

The stitching on the top is neat, not only beautiful, but also very comfortable to wear.

Feng Zhen drilled into the woods to get into the dirty soil, took off his clothes and threw them on the ground, changed into new clothes, let his hair loose, and lay down on the bamboo bed to rest.

As he breathed out, the breath in his body circulated, and it was indescribably warm and comfortable. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into this wonderful cultivation.

"Azhen."

"Azhen."

……

Calling him persistently, Feng Zhen sat up, his face was dark, and he was full of anger.

"Try it."

A small piece of honeycomb bump was handed to Feng Zhen's mouth, and accidentally rubbed against the corner of his mouth, he waved his hand violently.

"Didn't I say it before, don't call me when I'm asleep!" He said angrily, his small chest bulging.

The hive lump fell to the ground, and a small pool of yellow honey flowed out.

A slender hand picked it up, and the adoptive father blew on the ashes that fell on it.

The familiar voice sounded gently again, "Eating this is good for your body."

The adoptive father put the ash-covered hive aside, took another piece and handed it over.

Feng Zhen was in a stalemate with him for a moment, and finally picked it up, put it in his mouth and licked it.

The foster father showed a very shallow smile, and touched Feng Zhen's cheek with his fingers.

The days at the foot of the mountain were uneventful, even a bit boring to Fengzhen.

Under the pampering of his adoptive father, his temper became more perverse and self-willed, and he became the tyrant of the village, taking care of those brats and idlers.

A shrew came to her home because her child was bullied by her younger brother who was taken in by Fengzhen, but she was sent out by her adoptive father.

I don't know why, those shrews who are used to being crazy and snarky talk softly when they see a man, lest they startle the Asuka's caution.

Feng Zhen originally thought that he would grow up here to adulthood, and then start a small business or become a bodyguard or martial artist, marry a wife, have a litter of cubs, and then provide for his adoptive father until his death, so that he can enjoy his old age in peace.

Unexpectedly, when he was ten years old, that is, the fourth year he lived in the bamboo house at the foot of the mountain, his adoptive father said to him, "We should go back."

The moment the foster father finished speaking, several streamers of light appeared in the sky from far to near.

A dozen or so young men in fluttering white clothes, with a dusty temperament, landed in front of the man, and then knelt down on the ground one after another, calling out respectfully: "Greetings, Qingping Tianjun."

The adoptive father is Qingping Tianjun, who is doing clothes for Fengzhen at this time.

He wrapped all the robes, shoes and socks he had made for his adopted son during these days, put them in the storage bag, and finally took Feng Zhen's hand, and they stepped onto the flying sword together.

Feng Zhen was in front of him, protected by him so that nothing leaked, and Xian Xin looked at the rapidly receding ground from top to bottom.

Behind them were the dozen or so white-clothed men.

In just two cups of tea, they came to a cave on a high mountain.

The men in white retreated, along with the gentleness on the clear plane.

The way he looked at Feng Zhen changed, as if the other party had become an irrelevant person to him at this moment.

"Boy." He called coldly.

The two boys standing beside him stepped forward and knelt down, "Tianjun."

"This is the adopted son I adopted in the world, named A Zhen, you take him down to freshen up."

"Yes."

The boy replied.

The two boys were about the same age as Feng Zhen, and when they left the main hall, their expressions became more lively.

Fengzhen told them without any trace, and learned that this is the Fengji Sect, the largest cultivation sect in Zhongzhou.

And Qingping Tianjun is extremely talented, but he has been in the Mahayana period for more than 400 years, and he is the most famous cultivator in Zhongzhou.

Feng Zhen was wearing dirty clothes that came out of the mountain, his hair was disheveled, and his shoes were also dirty. He had a typical rustic atmosphere, which subtly made the boy less wary.

He pretended to be innocent and pestered the boy with stupid questions.

Let the boy's desire to talk stronger.

This Qingping Tianjun is the only Mahayana period monk in the Fengji sect. He has no children and no disciples under his seat, and is extremely pure-hearted and ascetic.

Another Mahayana monk is the Supreme Elder of Fengji Sect. He is nearly a thousand years older than Ping Tianjun.

This time Qingping Tianjun entered the mortal world, it is said that his cultivation had reached the bottleneck period, and he went to the mortal world to practice.

"I didn't expect to go this far, but I found a adopted son. Tianjun is really kind..."

The boy muttered while cleaning Feng Zhen's knotted hair.

There was some sourness in his tone, he was both envious and jealous of the good luck of this country boy named Ah Zhen.

Feng Zhen pretended to be ignorant and listened, but he couldn't stop sneering in his heart.

Kindness?Rather a snob.

During the experience, I used myself as a prop, greeted myself with care, pampered and pampered, and when I came back, I put it aside and changed my face directly...

He then thought about his life experience that he knew nothing about, and couldn't help but have some bad guesses about Qingping who often avoided answering.

Could it be that this person adopted him for some ulterior purpose?

Parents...are they still alive?

... Was... harmed by this person?

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