[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Although the two boys were jealous, they did not dare to neglect Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen took a solid bath two or three times, which made the two boys gasp for breath.

"How long has it been since you took a shower?! It's so dirty!"

The boy complained.

Feng Zhen showed a naive smile, scratched his head, with a bit of shame, "It was more than a year ago that my foster father gave me a bath last time."

The boy choked, and whispered back, "Then you don't know how to take a bath by yourself."

Feng Zhen could feel that the opponent's strength was a little more gentle, so he continued to shake off his sense of superiority.

He sighed, and said seriously: "I want to too, but my foster father doesn't allow it."

Seeing the two boys looking over curiously, he went on to say, "My adoptive father doesn't care about this and that, and I don't allow this or that. As a result, I can't even wipe my teeth... However, my adoptive father treats me like that." That's great. That time, I had a high fever. My adoptive father heard from the aunt in the village that I could tell if my illness was getting better by tasting feces... So... Alas, my adoptive father treated me so well, and I didn't know what to do. The answer is..."

The two boys looked terrified, stepped back a few steps, and shouted in unison.

"How can you say that word?!"

"How... how can you say that Tianjun eats..."

Feng Zhen looked over ignorantly, pouted, "What are you eating?"

Of course the boy didn't dare to criticize Tianjun like this, and seeing that A-Zhen was swearing so sternly, and what he said was so serious, it was impossible to describe the feeling in his heart at this moment.

They glared at Feng Zhen secretly, without saying a word, and never said a word to him again.

Feng Zhen twitched the corners of his lips indiscriminately.

Then Qingping Tianjun was really kind to him in this world.

Do everything by yourself, neither dirty nor tired.

It's just that it's not enough to taste shit. If Qingping can even do this, he will be even more worried now.

It's no wonder that he overturned his adoptive father's efforts over the past four years in just such a short while.

He was not a real child at all. Although he was grateful for the meticulous care of his adoptive father over the past four years, he would not trust him wholeheartedly like a child.

There is trust, but not to a great extent.

Even so, the trust in his heart is nine points.

However, it's hard to say how many points are left now.

Feng Zhen, who had changed into a white robe, tidied up neatly, and was ushered into the hall by the boy again.

In the main hall, Qingping Tianjun was drinking tea with a young man.

The scent of tea curls up, making people feel refreshed as soon as they smell it.

Seeing Feng Zhen approaching, Qing Ping calmly watched him approach.

The young man sitting next to him put down his teacup and said with a smile, "This is the adopted son my brother accepted in this world? He looks really good."

He beckoned to let Feng Zhen pass by, and then handed him a delicate blue purse.

"Take this and play with it," he said.

Feng Zhen glanced at his adoptive father, who was still indifferent and did not give him any instructions.

Feng Zhen lowered his eyes, his hands and feet were slightly cramped.

"Tsk... Junior brother, why do you still look like this when you have an adopted son, how can you make him get close to you."

The young man put the small purse in Feng Zhen's arms.

When he met the country boy in front of him, he didn't dare to take a breath. He waved his hand gently and told him to go out to play.

After that, he chatted with Qingping again.

Before leaving, he suddenly said: "The little apprentice I took in a few years ago was about the same age as this kid. If you don't know how to get along with this kid, you can send him to me, and it would be nice to be with my apprentice." good."

Qingping nodded lightly, without refusing, "I'm sorry for Senior Brother Qingming."

After Fengzhen returned, he took out a piece of warm white jade from his purse, carved with delicate patterns, it looked very beautiful.

Wearing it on the body, you can clearly feel a trace of warmth.

He put it away, still put it in the small purse, and pressed it under the mattress.

After staying in his small courtyard for a few days, Fengzhen practiced sword and kung fu because he was bored, but he has never met Qingping.

Two days later, he was sent to another mountain peak by a man in white who had met once before.

Before that, he was forced to put on a set of gorgeous robes, and even the shoes and hair crown were shining and dotted with some precious stones.

According to the white-clothed man whom he had met in the world, he was arranged by Tianjun's side, and his task was to protect him.

Feng Zhen raised his vigilance.

The journey was safe and sound, the mountain we came to was not like the place where Qingping stayed, it was extraordinarily lively.

The gorgeous ten-year-old boy was escorted all the way by Tianjun's personal guards, earning countless eyeballs.

Feng Zhen saw that the corners of their lips moved slightly, but he didn't hear any discussion, so he couldn't help but suspect that they were all slandering him.

After sending him to the gate of an exquisite courtyard, the man named Bai Yi gently pushed his back, and then a voice rang in Feng Zhen's ear.

"Little master, don't worry, Bai Yi will protect you in the dark."

Following the sound, Bai Yi's figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Zhen's pupils shrank.

He has never been in touch with the methods of cultivators all this time, so he ignored this point and was careless.

It's really ridiculous to think about his continuous practice of swordsmanship and internal strength.

It's useless to think too much, since Qingping is willing to dress him up like this and release him, it should not be harmful to him for the time being.

Feng Zhen regained his composure, smoothed his robe, and stepped into the courtyard with his chin raised.

As if aware of his arrival, a person came out from the inner room, a boy about 12 years old.

He looked at Fengzhen for a while, his eyes focused on his outfit for a moment, and then saw him say a little coldly: "Are you Junior Brother Azhen? Master mentioned you."

Feng Zhen felt that he was not very popular, so he took the opportunity to pretend that his sensitive and delicate nerves had been stimulated, and said hysterically: "Who are you? How dare you call me by my nickname?! You know, Ah Zhen The name is what my adoptive father can call."

The corners of the young man's eyes twitched, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and shook his sleeves to leave, "No wonder the brothers say you are a rough boy from the countryside..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his back, and was thrown to the ground defenselessly.

The boy was at a loss for a moment, not quite understanding why he was lying on the ground all of a sudden, acting in such an unseemly manner.

"Ah! I beat you to death! Tell you to humiliate me!"

Although Fengzhen is two years younger than the boy, he has been wandering in the countryside all year round, rolling on the ground and fighting is his forte.

But the young man lost the opportunity at the very beginning, and when he reacted, he had already received a lot of punches, and the fists all hit his chest and abdomen, only hitting the same place, his stomach was colic from the beating, and he was immediately paralyzed. Most of the effort.

第一次见面，封镇便把清洺的爱徒景明给揍得鼻青脸肿。

During this period, Bai Yi never showed up.

Jing Ming applied the elixir, and the wound healed instantly, but he couldn't swallow the bad breath no matter what.

As soon as he entered the threshold of cultivation, a monk was crushed and beaten by a mortal... If he said it, he would be thrown to death.

He walked around the room angrily, wanting to catch and beat the rough boy who ran away after hitting someone.

After Fengzhen went back, Qingping didn't care about him, even if Qingming found him, he didn't even give a word of punishment, as if he didn't exist.

What's more, Bai Yi has always found him good food, drink, clothes and fun, and the treatment has skyrocketed.

This made Fengzhen a little confused, and his temptation hit a rock as soon as he made a move.

There is nothing lacking every day, but no one has taught him the skills of a practitioner.

Fengzhen once wanted Bai Yi to teach him, but Bai Yi said that he dared not go beyond the rules.

He can only go to the cold adoptive father.

Qing Ping did not refuse to see him, when he found him, he was practicing with his eyes closed, and he didn't even open his eyes when he heard him speak.

"You don't need to practice, I will protect you for the rest of your life." He said indifferently.

His tone was undeniably tough.

Feng Zhen turned his head and left, his face darkened.

In this realm where everyone is a cultivator, don't you teach him exercises?Protect him for life?

Go cheating!

Feng Zhen wore the most gorgeous set of clothes, and took Bai Yi to the area where the sect's foundation-establishing disciples were.

He first used the gems prepared by Bai Yi in his purse to buy exercises, but he rolled his eyes a few times.

It turned out that the gems he thought were worthless in the eyes of cultivators, and the currency they used were all spirit stones.

And he didn't even have a spirit stone.

If he couldn't buy it, he would grab it.

Relying on the fact that the promise his adoptive father had just made would not be invalidated immediately, he put on a posture to overwhelm others.

Offended the Foundation Establishment disciple to the bottom.

After returning, he happily took out the few exercises he had snatched, and began to practice stumblingly.

He was very devoted to practice, but because of his troubles, rumors about his domineering deeds spread in the sect, and finally reached the ears of the sect master, Qing Ming.

Jing Ming also opened his eyes, he has never heard of a cultivator doing such a shameful thing.

It really is a boy from the countryside, who doesn't know the rules and etiquette.

In the whole sect, Qingping is also willing to see his senior brother, and the others have not seen him once in many years.

Therefore, Qing Ming came to the cave where Qing Ping was at the invitation of the head of the sect.

In order to watch the play, Jing Ming expresses his gloating, so he also comes.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that when Qing Ming talked about the matter, he could only get an answer of "I see".

Qing Ming couldn't help it, the younger brother had always been indifferent to the outside world, he thought that having an adopted son would improve it somewhat, but he didn't expect it to remain the same, so he had no choice but to leave.

On the way back, he suddenly asked Jing Ming, "What do you think of this kid, Ah Zhen?"

Hearing the name "A Zhen", Jing Ming felt a stomach ache, and he replied coldly, "He's just a rough boy."

Qing Ming couldn't help laughing when she thought of how her lover was crushed and beaten when she met Ah Zhen for the first time.

And when he saw the child for the first time, his timid look was still vivid in his memory.

In front of his elders, he is as timid as a mouse, but in front of his peers, he can pretend to be a tiger and bully others... It seems that he is just like what Jing Ming said, he is just a rough boy.

Qingming stopped thinking about it, and instead asked about Jingming's entry.

The master and apprentice asked and answered each other in a warm and warm manner.

On the other side, Qingping went to the courtyard in Fengzhen.

Standing outside the courtyard, he took back the short piece of spiritual consciousness that was attached to Fengzhen's body, and then the spiritual consciousness spread out like a net and covered Fengzhen in a 360-degree manner without any dead ends.

The adopted son in the room bent his knees seriously, reciting the mantra over and over again, showing a tenacity beyond his age.

It's just a pity that in Qingping's spiritual consciousness, the other party's body has never produced a trace of true energy.

He stood quietly outside the courtyard, and he stood for as long as Feng Zhen had been meditating.

It wasn't until Feng Zhen walked around the house irritably, and he looked at it for a while, that he entered the courtyard gate.

After entering, he stared at Fengzhen without saying a word.

Feng Zhen looked at him, but also didn't say a word.

After a long time, he waved his hand and put the exercises into his hands, and they turned into ashes in his hands.

"You should reflect carefully in the room, and don't take a step."

Qingping said to Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen looked indifferent.

He memorized all the exercises in his heart, it doesn't matter if it is there or not.

It's just that he didn't expect that this confinement would last five years.

What made him uncontrollably irritable was that during the five years of sleeping and eating, he never took a single step on his path of cultivation.