Holy Father White Cut Black [Quick Transmigration]

Wanzhang Mountain is not far from the main city of Tai'a City. If you are in a hurry, you can reach it in one day and one night.

On the day of Kan Qingtong's rebirth, he rushed down the mountain early in the morning, rode a white horse, and did not arrive in Tai'a City until the dawn of the next day.

But now, the two brothers and sisters are not in a hurry to return, and they even have the mood to decide to spend the night in a small town on the way.

The economy of this small town is not bad, there are three or two inns with good environment, Zhanxi and the others rest in one of the inns, and two adjacent upper rooms.

After eating together, they went back to their rooms.

The candlelight was dimly lit at night, and Zhanxi heard the sound of the little second and the others carrying the bathtub away from the next room, presumably Kan Qingtong had already washed up.

Zhanxi was sitting at the round table in the room, with a small wooden box in his hand, and after opening and closing his lips, the small wooden box suddenly became bigger and became a small wooden box we are familiar with .

"Since you're back, let's go in. Are you still waiting for me to invite you in?" His voice was faint, and he assumed a posture of inviting you into the urn, as if he was inviting a distinguished guest to sit down.

As soon as Zhanxi's voice fell, the atmosphere changed instantly, as if something unknown was appearing, full of oppression, although its figure was not seen, the sense of presence was hard to ignore.

The wind blows—

Zhanxi immediately warned: "If the inn is blown up, I will fry you in the pan!"

The wind and waves stopped suddenly.

"It's really boring." A refined man approached from a distance, with a transparent figure coming through the wall, "I was forced to appear so unstyled by you, and I didn't have the style I had back then."

"Hehehe, he must have been an old man for too long, isn't it Mr. Niu's, hahahahahaha." Another child's voice said maliciously.

"Oh, no matter where I went back then, there were always flowers and leaves falling, the sky was full of love, and the dark fragrance came first..." the man said sadly.

The child-like person was sneering: "I don't think I was an errand runner back then!"

Zhanxi didn't bother to talk to them, the first man was Zhanxi's original world (a certain cultivation world), the suzerain of the all-powerful Huanxi sect back then, the Huanxi sect... the name is not serious, it's not difficult to guess what he does, Others collect yang to replenish yin, but he is a person who collects yin to replenish yang.

He also once made thousands of female cultivators (and male cultivators) go crazy for him with a smile and hit a big wall for him, confident that no one in the world can escape his love trap, until he met Zhanxi's master...

They were beaten until they were disfigured, disfigured, screamed, ragged, and looked like an ugly ghost, a gentleman, and instantly turned into a pig's face.

Later, he became one of the "residents" of the small wooden box.

How capable is the Sovereign Lord? The green waist, which is said to be invincible in the face of men, fell into his hands.

As for the person who looks like a child, it is neither a child nor a human being. It is a transformed monster. This monster has no force value, but its luck is very good, its ability to hide its movements is superb, and it... runs fast. , run fast!

This kind of monster is said to be very lucky, and monks often take them as little lucky stars, but when it comes to Zhanxi, its value is-running errands.So the windward note that Yue Xia received was sent by him.

"Get in quickly." Zhanxi knocked on the small wooden box impatiently, like a farmer who was driving the chickens back to the cage after dark.

"I sold my appearance to help you get rid of a stinky snake demon. Is this your attitude?"

"I ran a broken leg to help you deliver the letter. Is there no reward at all?"

Zhanxi sneered: "So what do you want?"

The suzerain smiled coquettishly: "Didn't the ghost king who was locked at the bottom come out? You even burned his clothes, and we have to come out to play..."

"What a fart!" Zhanxi burst into a rage, rushed up, ignored their fierce resistance, crumpled them into a ball, and forced them back into the small wooden box.

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After taking care of those two stinky and shameless guys, Zhanxi himself went into the small wooden box. He went in for no reason other than to organize things.

Sigh... It's been piling up for so many years, he has never sorted it out, and he doesn't even bother to look at it, and now he is forced to sort it out, what a pity!

Although Zhanxi was busy working in the wooden box, he kept paying attention to the movement outside. He knew that Kan Qingtong hadn't slept after washing, and seemed to be reading at night with the lamp on.

Since she was reborn, she can be regarded as plunged into spiritual practice, and her determination to become stronger has never been firmer.

Zhanxi finally found the letter and a palm-sized box made of withered Zen wood. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes sharpened——

The ordinary folding fan spun like a hot wheel, directly piercing through the wall, with no loss of speed or lethality. In the room next to Kan Qingtong, who was originally alone, a strange man suddenly appeared.

The man reacted extremely quickly, with a special dart in his fingertips, and while retreating to dodge, he used his strength to resist the paper fan that was coming towards him.

"Clatter—" The sound of a sharp weapon cutting the paper was piercing and eye-catching, the direction was abruptly deflected, and the force finally decreased a little.

The paper fan cut off a few strands of fat hair on the man's neck. If you look carefully, you will find that there are also subtle scratches on his neck, but the depth is not deep enough, and blood has not yet been seen.

The paper fan and the dagger were deeply embedded into another wall. At the same time, Zhanxi had already stepped into this room, and a small contest came to an abrupt end.

"Brother!" Kan Qingtong quickly ran over and hid behind Zhanxi.

"Mr. Qing Zhu, why are you so aggressive?" The man smiled proudly, "Since you have asked me to go out and kill my own people, I am curious about who is so bold, come and see, don't be surprised."

"Master of Xingyue Pavilion," Zhan Xi nodded coldly, "If you come here with the No.1 head on the ranking list, then we, brother and sister, are naturally welcome at any time. Now you are empty-handed..."

The master of Xingyue Pavilion laughed loudly when he heard the words, and then he took a deep look at Kan Qingtong with his falcon-like eyes, and said, "Wait."

With luck, he rose up and disappeared in place in an instant.

"Did he hurt you?"

Kan Qingtong shook his head: "As soon as he appeared, brother made a killing move. Brother, why did he appear suddenly, but he has made up his mind to take the order?"

"If he doesn't have the slightest curiosity about you, then this list will be yellow, and we will naturally have to make another plan, but now it seems that everything is expected." These high-level spiritual practitioners are all arrogant Very, arrogant and pretentious, with arrogance in his bones, a little girl even asked him to do it by name, and the one he killed was a killer he had trained, how could he not make him feel interesting and curious.

Zhanxi stroked the little girl's hair gently, and said, "Tongtong, the arrogance of these men is their weakness, and it's a bargaining chip you can hold."

"I understand brother, if someone else placed this order, I'm afraid it would be that person who died, but I was the one who placed the order. The daughter of the city lord of Tai'a, a weak person whose spiritual cultivation is not even below the ground level, a person who even The little girl who can't reach her." Sometimes, the identity of a woman and the label of a weak person are all bargaining chips that can be used.

"Go to sleep, brother is watching you."

"Brother, in your opinion, what is the strength of the pavilion master?"

"It's very high, you can't beat it, and neither can I." Zhan Xi said calmly, "However, this is temporary."

The reason why he was so bluffing just now was because the opponent didn't react immediately. To put it bluntly, Kan Qingtong's weak appearance lowered the opponent's vigilance, and because Zhanxi has been studying the spiritual system these days, making progress. quite large.

If the original body is changed, then the other party will be unhappy, and the two brothers and sisters will not die or be seriously injured.

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When the next day was approaching noon, the two brothers and sisters returned to the City Lord's Mansion, and Mu Yingfeng really waited for a long time.

"Brother, I'll go see him myself." Kan Qingtong smiled and walked away.

Kan Jiuyan left a letter for Zhanxi, and he read it right away. He didn't say much in it, and only wrote four words - the gate of the nine heavens.

He looked at these four words and smiled. It seemed that Yuanchen's mother had already made up her mind, but she didn't know what her plan was.

Kan Jiuyan's plan is probably to start in the tri-clan war. Now that the Emperor is seriously injured, although he has woken up from a coma, because of his state, the land of the human race will still cause waves.

The battlefield is indeed a place that stirs up the situation.

Perhaps he should seriously discuss specific matters with Kan Jiuyan later.

Zhanxi waved her hand, and scattered the ashes of Qingdai in her hand with the wind.

He chose to go to the monk.

Zhan Xi wondered if he would have made a fool of himself, only to find that the monk was waiting for him in the small courtyard.

The man stood in the yard, but seemed to be far away in the sky.Temperament is really difficult to understand.

Zhanxi saluted respectfully: "Senior, this is something entrusted by my teacher."

He presented a simple dry Zen box and a letter with both hands.

The monk took it over and saw that there were four flamboyant characters written on the envelope——from my virtuous brother.

Zhan Xi swears!He saw this monk, who had always been calm and peaceful, and when he saw these four words, he raised his eyebrows, and then raised his eyebrows again!

The monk read the letter that had been put on hold for many years at a glance, and then the letter disappeared instantly. The monk showed no expression, but said seriously to Zhanxi: "Your master may not have been beaten before, so he is so arrogant."

Zhanxi——how can I reply, I can only laugh awkwardly.

The monk opened the dry Zen box again, and Zhanxi saw the contents inside with sharp eyes-a spiritual fruit that was as red as if it was on fire, and the core of a fruit.

Zhanxi has never seen or eaten this spiritual fruit, but judging by its aura, it should belong to a relatively high-level fruit.

But no matter how high-level it is, it is not so rare that it needs to be packed in a box made of dead Zen wood, which is rare in the world. Besides, in the eyes of this monk, no matter how precious the spiritual fruit is, he will not look down on it. ah.

But the master will never aim at nothing. The only explanation is that what is special is not the fruit, what is special is the meaning of the fruit to the monk.

Sure enough, Zhanxi saw the monk looking at this 'ordinary' spiritual fruit, his brows moved slightly, and he didn't know which switch was touched, his eyes softened visibly, like spring wind and rain.

Zhanxi: "..." I just feel terrified!

"You want me to help her and break the promise of heaven."