[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Qingping has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Even though he maintained a calm expression, the spiritual sense that looked at the master and the apprentice in every possible way still made him feel embarrassed.

He stared at the apprentice kneeling in front of him, as if meeting him for the first time.

How ridiculous is this scene?

They are on the battlefield of crusade against demons.

What was incompatible with this conquest was that the Sanskrit sound curled up in the sky, and the auspicious clouds and rays of light slowly descended, only falling on the disciple in front of him.

Ascension is a dream that countless people have been unable to achieve for thousands of years.

Even Qingping is not exempt, but he knows that he has no destiny to ascend.

He has been promoted to Mahayana for more than 300 years, and his cultivation has reached the peak, but he can't go any further.

How many cultivators lamented that the road to ascension was cut off, and all the cultivators could only wait slowly for their longevity to approach.

But now, the Dao of Ascension has opened the door for him, a disciple who has just been promoted to the Mahayana stage...

However, his apprentice who was about to ascend to the top and had a bright future suddenly fell to his knees when all eyes were on him. Regardless of the seniority of the two masters and apprentices and the strange gazes of all the cultivators, he poured out his admiration.

This feeling, this scene, this remark, this remark, is really extremely ridiculous.

Qing Ping thought so, a mocking arc leaked from the corner of his lips.

His apprentice looked excited at this moment, and looked deeply at the master in front of him with deep affection.

At the moment of ascension, leave a sentence: "Master! I will wait for you!"

……

Qingping Tianjun has become even more famous since this battle between humans and demons.

It has added a lot of jokes for many practitioners.

He was originally very talented, and he had reached the peak of his cultivation during his promotion to the Mahayana, but he failed to ascend for a long time. The one who ascended was his apprentice who had just entered the Mahayana, this one of them.

The second is that his carefully raised apprentice still harbors such treasonous and immoral thoughts towards him, and he still shows his love in public in front of everyone, not to mention shame, and then leaves his master alone and flies to the sky alone. up.

Leaving Lord Qingping alone has become a laughing stock in this world.

Third, there is another voice, which is intended to refer to Qingping Tianjun deliberately seducing his disciples.Given the age gap between Qingping Tianjun and his apprentice, how could the young apprentice fall in love with his master for no reason?

Photographed by Qingping Tianjun's power, although these voices were widely circulated, no one dared to tease them in front of the parties.

Therefore, after this incident passed, Qingping gradually let go of it.

In this battle between humans and demons, the two races faced each other tit-for-tat, and there was no winner or loser after a hundred years of fighting.

In the end, it could barely be called the victory of the human race.

Because on the side of the demon clan, the Demon Lord, who had fought against Qingping, was injured by Qingping's sword energy, which later caused his old illness from childhood, which has been difficult to recover.

While the Demon Lord was recovering from his wounds, the demon tribe had no leader, and retreated back to the barren area on the other side of the Promise Sea.

Qingping began to retreat again, but unfortunately, after decades, his cultivation still could not improve further.

Walking out of the place of retreat, Qingping's figure flickered, and he had already come to the world.

He sat comfortably in the teahouse, drinking tea quietly, listening to the cadenced voice of the storyteller.

When night fell, the teahouse happened to be next to the river.

Several flower boats lit with colorful lights come down from the upper reaches.

At this time, the starry sky in the dark night is clear and charming, and countless stars twinkle, forming a blurred and mysterious picture scroll.

The picture scroll is reflected on the wide river surface, making it closer to the noisy world and making it within reach.

Colored fireworks, red lanterns and silk are embellished on it, making this group of scrolls dyed with a touch of human fireworks, as if pulling the goddess down from the altar to share the prosperity of this world.

Qingping suddenly had an epiphany, and his expression moved slightly.

At this moment, Qingping's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sword piercing through the air. He raised his eyes and looked over, and was caught by the figure at a glance, and could no longer look away.

On the roof of the brightly lit flower boat cabin, a white figure came out of the dust with a long sword in his hand, dancing a sword dance.

This sword dance is quite powerful, completely different from the soft style of the current world.

Or like green pines and cypresses, or like a bowed musk moon, it is very beautiful.

In Qingping's eyes, this sword dance still has a hint of artistic conception.

The artistic conception of free and easy atmosphere and no regrets.

The full moon is in the sky, dotted with stars, and the river surface is reflected clearly.

This man stood on his toes on the pointed cabin roof, moving freely, but the mortals watching on the shore couldn't help but sweat for him.

As soon as the dance was over, the man came down again, and entered the inner room with his arms around the girl on the flower boat who was trembling with laughter.

It seemed that the behavior just now was just out of whim and whim.

At this moment, Qingping's mood was a little turbulent.

With his eyesight, he could clearly see that person's voice, face and appearance. It was none other than the Demon Lord who had a relationship with him once.

Is this the demon venerable who was injured by his sword energy and recuperated in secret, even the demons can't take care of him?

……

For several days in a row, Qingping traveled around the world.

Like a mortal, he rises at sunrise and rests at sunset.

It's just that the white figure always broke into his mind abruptly, gradually disturbing his peaceful state of mind.

After he gradually forgot about this figure, Qingping met him again.

The man was dressed in a black robe of ordinary mortals, with his sleeves rolled up, his powerful arms looked so dazzling under the scorching sun.

He was sitting in a flat boat with a straw hat on his head, a jug of wine, a plate of bait, and a bucket beside him, and he was fishing contentedly.

Seeing him, this man just raised his eyelids and looked indifferent.

Qingping didn't know how to stop, but he couldn't move any further.

He watched quietly for a while, wanting to have a few words with this person, but he didn't know how to speak.

After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, the bucket was filled with fish that the man caught before he turned around and left.

But at this moment, he heard the man's voice.

"Mr. Qingping, would you like to try my handicraft?"

He still remembers himself...

As soon as this thought appeared, Qingping couldn't help feeling that something was wrong with him.

The other party is a cultivator, not a mortal.

What's more, who would forget the person who hurt him.

Qingping approached, and like a marionette, he and Mozun grilled fish by the lake.

Mozun was very talkative, and he explained how to roast the fish in a clear and logical way.

Qingping was aroused by him, looking at the grilled fish with anticipation.

This fish was grilled quite beautifully, with a burnt-yellow appearance and a tangy aroma, but who knows, the taste of it made people's complexion change drastically.

so bitter……

Under Mozun's gaze, Qingping still ate stiffly.

The other party laughed.

After that, they have been playing together, like two mortals.

If such a thing is said, who will believe it?

The Qingping Tianjun of the human race, and the supreme ruler of the demon race.

Not long ago, he was an enemy who fought, but now he is like an old friend who has not seen for a long time.

This period of time was the happiest period of Qingping's life.

He thought that the demon king's injury was just a rumor, but he didn't expect to see his appearance when he was ill.

The Mozun kept vomiting blood, with bloodstains all over his body, as if something was about to come out of the middle.

Qing Ping took out the elixir to suppress his injury, probed carefully, and found that there was indeed a strange force flowing in the opponent's meridians.

With his cultivation base, he is powerless against this force.

Under the influence of this power, the demon king became weaker every time he had an attack.

Mozun thanked him, and Qingping saw the mottled whip marks on his back while changing clothes.

Seeing him stunned, Mozun twitched the corner of his lips mockingly, "You know that, right? I was born in this world."

Qingping nodded.

There are countless rumors about this Demon Lord.

One point is that this man was born in the world and was cruel by nature, killing his father, mother and relatives.

The two have known each other for a long time, and they are more and more able to talk to each other.

Demon Venerable didn't shy away from telling Qingping about this matter.

It was only then that Qingping realized that Mozun had such a rough childhood.

When he was six years old, his mother's attitude towards him changed drastically for some reason, and she often punished him with excuses.

Later, his father suddenly brought home a four or five-year-old boy, and his mother intensified, seeming to pour all her anger on her son.

"The family gradually couldn't tolerate me, and my grandfather has always been the same to me. I thought about leaving home, but my grandfather saw it and calmed me down with words. But I didn't expect him to turn around and find an evil Taoist priest. While I was not prepared, they drugged me and wanted to sell me to that cultivator who specializes in the furnace business... I escaped from that place and went back to the Feng mansion in hiding."

"It was only later that I realized that I was not a child of their family at all."

Mozun said.

Qingping's heart twitched, it was hard to imagine a child under ten years old being abused by all kinds of relatives.

"But am I the kind of person who allows others to bully me?" Mozun showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Since I knew I was not the real son of that family, I kept investigating secretly, only to find out that I was born by caesarean section of a peasant girl. The whole household of the peasant girl was cleaned, and no one was left alive."

"It's what Fengfu did, that's why you..."

It's clear.

Mozun nodded, "Blood debts will be paid in blood. Although I hadn't cultivated at that time, it was not a problem to kill dozens of people. If I didn't care that they are my blood relatives, how could I have tolerated them for so many years."

After tidying up his robe, he looked at Qingping carefully.

Waiting for him to look unnatural, he smiled softly and said: "Brother Qingping, don't you think that I am really a born evil person?"

"I was only ten years old at the time, and I killed people without blinking an eye..."

Qing Ping heard that there was intentional scaring in his words, but he really didn't think the other party was a villain.

Not only that, but he also felt that this person had a broad mind, an extraordinary demeanor, and was extraordinarily... charming...

"Then what happened to your injury?"

"It's the hardships suffered by the cultivators who are in the furnace business."

Mozun's tone was indifferent, and he didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that Qingping really didn't care about his own background, he was a little more kind to him.

The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious.

In the end, Mozun's injury gradually deteriorated. Qingping couldn't bear to see him being tormented by the pain, so he searched for elixir everywhere, but he couldn't stop his life from passing.

Mozun remained calm, and in turn comforted Qingping.

Qingping has never felt so useless.

Cultivation, what exactly are you cultivating?When this thought appeared, Qingping knew that his mood was broken.

But he couldn't stop thinking about it.

After going through untold hardships and cultivating to the stage of Mahayana, there is no result, not to mention, even the lives of important people cannot be cured.

What is the meaning of his cultivation?

Seeing that person lose his voice in front of him, when Qingping sensed the opportunity to ascend, he already knew that this person was his fellow clan.

He stared at each other for a long time and made up his mind.

If there is any possibility, I will also go back in time to make your life smooth.

You have been abused by your family since you were six years old, and you ended them when you were ten. At this age, you should be carefree.

If possible, I would like to go back to the past, return your four years of warm childhood, erase your pain, and send you a smooth life.