Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Qu Xiaotao was still young, just the age when she knew Mu Shaoai, when she saw Feng Zhiyuan, who had an outstanding appearance and temperament, she couldn't help but stare.

Feng Zhiyuan is a heavenly root, his talent is fully reflected in his appearance, his figure is tall and straight, his face is unparalleled, just standing there, he is extremely eye-catching.

Qu Xiaotao's eyes fell on Feng Zhiyuan's eyes.

Those eyes were clearly cold and ruthless, but Qu Xiaotao saw the deep friendship hidden in them, like poppies blooming under the moonlight, the fleeting thoughts were captured by the girl, and the girl felt His heart was pounding, and his face turned red uncontrollably.

Feng Zhiyuan was concentrating on watching Master playing the piano, keenly aware of the gaze falling on him, he couldn't help frowning.

He followed that line of sight, and saw Qu Xiaotao, who looked a little obsessed. Qu Xiaotao's eyes met him, and the red smudged on his face in an instant, like a peach blossom in March.

However, seeing Qu Xiaotao's appearance like this, Feng Zhiyuan's gaze was extremely cold and solemn, like the edge of a blade.

Just because of the dark emotion in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, Qu Xiaotao met those eyes covered with icy slag, like pouring ice water, and instantly sobered up.

Qu Xiaotao was coldly glanced at by those eyes full of sword intent, she couldn't think any more, she just felt her scalp go numb, she shrank her body, lowered her head, and never dared to look at Feng Zhiyuan for a second time.

Feng Zhiyuan withdrew his gaze indifferently, and continued to look down at his master, following his hand playing the piano.

His slender and strong fingers carelessly brushed over the strings, and when the sound of the piano sounded, Feng Zhiyuan felt a ripple in his heart.

Converting to the Ruthless Dao is effective after all, Feng Zhiyuan's mood will not fluctuate too much, but probably because his practice is still young, seeing the master playing the piano, his mood will still vibrate with the sound of the piano, and the master playing the piano At the same time, inadvertently, it was also plucking at his heartstrings.

Just a little touch made ripples in his heart.

The sound of Buddha sounded in his ears, but Feng Zhiyuan remembered the dream he would never forget in this life. Looking at the master's fingers, he remembered that in the dream, the master was sitting lazily on the throne, holding a jade cup and drinking attitude.

The pale fingers, the carmine red coral wine glass, and the red mole on the tail of the master's eyes complemented each other, bringing an indescribable impact.

When those hands lifted his mask, the moment their eyes met, Feng Zhiyuan's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood something.

At this moment, the indifferent gaze of the master at the end of the dream suddenly appeared in his mind, Feng Zhiyuan's heart froze, he closed his eyes, and put aside his disturbing thoughts.

With the ruthless Dao kung fu running, the complex emotions were emptied, Feng Zhiyuan opened his eyes again, his emotions no longer fluctuated, and his eyes became more condensed.

Qu Yunzhen played the piano for an hour, and when the time came, he left with his apprentice.

When the master and apprentice left, all the monks practicing with the sound of the piano also woke up one by one.

Qu Xiaotao sighed, her expression pale.

Seeing Xiaotao's appearance, Qu Xiaoyan scratched her head:

"Xiao Tao, what's the matter, Senior Brother Yun Zhen has already left, are you still afraid?"

"It has nothing to do with Senior Brother Yunzhen, I just discovered that the six roots are not clean, which is not good for the pursuit of the Dao."

Qu Xiaotao looked as if she had seen through the world of mortals.

Who would have thought that with just the effort of her senior brother playing the piano, she would experience such things as a sprouting heart, a broken heart, and breaking through the obstacles of love!

She is so hard!

Qu Xiaoyan was confused: "What the hell?"

It's just listening to the Buddha's voice, but Qu Xiaotao has awakened the Buddha's nature. Could it be that she wants to become a Buddha?

"Xiaotao, wake up, Lingshan won't accept female disciples, Lingshan is a group of monks, male monks! A bald man with a shiny head, Lingshan is not a place for female cultivators!"

Qu Xiaoyan felt that she had to bring her junior sister back to the right path.

And then, two months later—

"Lingshan is not all bald. I think Brother Mingtan in Lingshan is a rare Buddhist cultivator!"

Qu Xiaoyan's eyes were flooded, and she said this as she watched the Lingshan disciples who participated in the sect competition.

Qu Xiaotao looked back at Qu Xiaoyan and smiled.

She seemed to see that Qu Xiaoyan was embarking on her own old path, and soon she would experience a series of changes in her heart, her heart was broken, and she finally saw through the world of mortals.

But that's fine, if you don't see through the world of mortals, how can you pursue the supreme avenue?

Qu Xiaotao couldn't help looking at Qu Xiaoyan with pity.

Qu Xiaoyan didn't realize it, she was looking at Mingtan who was covered in Buddha's light with her eyes shining brightly.

Ming Tan said to Feng Zhiyuan with a smile at this moment: "Junior Brother Feng, we meet again, how about honoring Master?"

"Master is very good, Senior Brother Xie Mingtan is concerned."

Ming Tan smiled and nodded.

Lingshan and Fuluo are adjacent to the two immortal islands, and the monks from the two immortal islands were placed in the adjacent area. Therefore, Ming Tan, the leader, greeted Feng Zhiyuan.

Ming Tan looked gentle, Feng Zhiyuan looked at this Buddhist cultivator who always reminded him of his master, and asked, "Brother also wants to participate in the sect competition?"

"I don't need to participate in the competition, I just need to support my disciples."

Ming Tan shook his head.

In the sect competition, each Xianzhou must send ten disciples to fight. The cultivation base of the disciples needs to be a monk with outstanding strength below Yuan Ying. As the chief of Lingshan, Ming Tan does not need to participate in the sect competition. over the baby.

When Feng Zhiyuan heard this, he couldn't help admiring him.

However, at this time, Mingtan is having a hard time.

Qu Yunzhen's body is still in retreat on Fuluo Island. He originally thought that it would trigger another avatar. Unexpectedly, on the way to Kunming, Feng Zhiyuan passed Lingshan. It was like a Bluetooth connection. Mingtan's avatar was forced to activate.

The chief of Lingshan came out of the customs, and he was expected by everyone, so he brought the disciples of Lingshan to Kunlun Xianzhou to participate in the sect competition.

Ming Tan had a smile on his face, holy and compassionate, but he sighed in his heart—he was trapped in Ming Tan's part and body, because Ming Tan's cultivation level had reached Yuan Ying, and he couldn't participate in the martial art competition, so could it be that he really wanted to fight Soul Jade? Missed?

Let's look at the other Lingshan Buddhist cultivators who participated in the sect competition...

The ten little novice monks were chirping like a flock of sparrows out of their cages.

The Lingshan cultivator is a true Buddhist, and he is very indifferent to the results of the sect competition. Every year, a group of small radish heads will be sent over for the purpose of training the young monks. Therefore, every year in the sect competition, Lingshan ranks firmly at the bottom First.

And Fuluo Island, which is adjacent to Lingshan Mountain, is the second-to-last all year round...

Ming Tan felt a pain in his brain.

He pondered for a while, and said to Feng Zhiyuan: "Junior Brother, this is your first time visiting Kunlun Island, why not, I will take you to see around Kunlun Island."

Feng Zhiyuan was indeed curious about Kunlun, and nodded upon hearing this: "Then please trouble brother."

Ming Tan gave a few instructions to his junior brother who was accompanying the young novice monks, and led Feng Zhiyuan towards a certain place in Kunlun.

Soon, the two came to a bamboo forest.

The bamboo growing in the bamboo grove is dark purple all over, with a jade-colored radiance, full of aura, Feng Zhiyuan looked surprised when he saw it.

Ming Tan raised his hand to caress Zizhu, and said with a smile:

"The most famous thing in Kunlun is the purple bamboo forest. Lingshan buys a large amount of purple bamboo from Kunlun every year to make Zen sticks and wooden fish."

Just when his finger touched Zizhu, Mingtan's expression changed drastically, he raised his hand to his forehead, and his figure flickered.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to help Ming Tan.

Ming Tan looked at the depths of the bamboo forest with both eyes, with a strange expression on his face: "It's okay, there is an old friend here."

After the words fell, only the chirping birdsong came from the depths of the bamboo forest. The birdsong paused for a moment, and then a clear male voice came.

"It's hard to say that a friend comes from afar! Dare I ask who is coming?"

"Lingshan Mingtan."

"The wind from Fuluo Island leads to the abyss."

Feng Zhiyuan followed Ming Tandao closely.

After Ming Tan finished speaking, his body shook again.

Just as Feng Zhiyuan was about to say something, a gust of wind blew up, rustling the purple bamboo forest, and a person walked from the depths of the bamboo forest.

The man stared at Ming Tan for a while, and then looked at Feng Zhiyuan: "This junior brother is very kind-hearted. Since we are in Kunlun today, it is also fate that you and I met outside the purple bamboo forest. Why don't you ask Xiaosheng to help you?" A hexagram? Xiaosheng’s fortune-telling is very cheap, a hexagram only needs five spirit stones, you can’t get a loss if you can’t buy it, you can’t be fooled if you buy it, it’s a bargain!”

This man's appearance is extremely outstanding, almost eye-catching, a red dress is loosely worn on the body, the corners of the lips are naturally turned up, and he talks with a smile. With a red chestnut red forehead inlaid with oriental beads, and a gold-plated folding fan in his hand, this man is not so much like a monk, as a rich man in the world.

This made Feng Zhiyuan doubt the other party's identity.

Feng Zhiyuan: "Dare to ask, are you a disciple of Kunlun Mountain?"

The young man who looked like a nobleman laughed loudly when he heard the words: "I was only thinking about earning Lingshi, and I forgot to introduce myself."

Putting away the shining golden folding fan in his hand, the young man in red bowed to Feng Zhiyuan: "Xiaosheng is a disciple of Kunlun Mountain, Lord Kunlun."

Lord Kunlun saluted, and blinked at Feng Zhiyuan: "Everyone knows the name of my Kunlun Lord's fortune teller, everyone knows, do you want to have a divination, junior brother?"

"Brother doesn't want to spy on the secret, I'm afraid it's a waste of brother's kindness."

Feng Zhiyuan refused.

"Oh, today's business is going to fail again."

Lord Kunlun shook his head upon hearing this.

At this moment, there was an angry shout: "Disciple, since you have already left the closed door, why don't you come to participate in this martial arts competition? Where did you go to closed door, so it's easy to find the teacher!"

The sound was like thunder, and Jun Kunlun was shocked when he heard it: "Master, are you a dog? I just left the customs, and you just followed the smell?"

"Master, I am not a dog, I am a disciple and you are a dog! You bastard son of a bitch!"

A monk with white beard and hair flew over from a distance, landed beside Mr. Kunlun, and directly raised his hand to hold Mr. Kunlun's neck: "It can be considered that I have found you, son of a bitch. Let's go, and follow Master to participate in the martial art competition. The monks of the Twelve Immortal Continents all opened their eyes, what is a shocking genius!"

Mr. Kunlun rubbed his nose: "Master, you can see clearly, there are two astonishing geniuses beside you, my apprentice, and this one is Junior Brother Zhiyuan from Fuluo Island. Cheng Jindan asked you if you were afraid?"

"And this one is Ming Tan, the holy monk of Lingshan Mountain. Compared with them, his disciples are not geniuses."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man turned his head and glanced at the eyes of the two people he had ignored, laughed loudly, and patted Mr. Kunlun on the shoulder: "As expected of my disciple, I even made friends who are only slightly inferior to you!" So little boy, very good, very good!"

Hearing what the old man said, Feng Zhiyuan immediately understood the identity of this person - it was Lan Qingshuang, the true immortal who guarded Kunlun Mountain.

In the Twelve Immortal Islands, only cultivators with the strength of true immortals will call themselves the deity.