I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

In this continent of cultivating immortals, great families of cultivating immortals emerge in endlessly, with a hundred flowers blooming and competing for splendor. Every once in a while a certain family will occasionally have a brilliant and brilliant person, and this family will suddenly become famous from scratch. The "extremely talented" brother died before the day of ascension, and there was no successor for a while, and the family fell back to being unknown again.

So it goes round and round, changing alternately.There are very few aristocratic families who can occupy a place from beginning to end and remain prestigious. The Yunxu Ling family is one of the best. Every generation will produce one or two outstanding talents who are the leaders of the fairy world.

The personalities of each Patriarch of the Yunxuling family are very different, but each has its own distinctive features.

It's just that the current head of the family, Ling Jiuwei, has been quiet since he took over. Except for important occasions, he has been in seclusion all year round. He is so low-key that people sometimes forget that there is such a person.If it wasn't for thinking of him when counting the people who opened up the small thousand worlds in this life, he would probably have been forgotten long ago.

However, some people also said that Ling Jiuwei is so pure-minded and ascetic, but he is a true meditation practitioner, and the day of ascension is just around the corner.

"Zhu Yin, why are you doing so slowly today? If you are lazy, you might not be able to make it to dinner!" Halfway up Yunxu Mountain, two youths who looked like Taoist boys stood up and lay down, their clothes fluttering in the wind.

The standing one had delicate features, and was slightly older than the lying one in terms of stature. He frowned coldly and had his hips akimbo, looking like he hated iron for being weak.

"Oh, rest for a while, my waist is almost broken." Xu Si stuck to the steps like a puddle of mud, holding a leaf stalk in his mouth, beating his stiff lower back, "It's a big deal, don't eat, I'll catch another pheasant and roast it. How about it, Xiao Qinglan, will you join my chicken catching team today?"

"Bah!" Qing Lan frowned instantly, "Last time I was sick and hung out with you, the roast chicken was half-roasted, and my uncle caught me straight, and punished me for a month on the grounds that killing is not allowed on the top of Yunxu Mountain. water, you still have the face to say it!"

"Also, how old am I falsely older than you? You call Xiaoqinglan Xiaoqinglan all day long, and you have no respect for your elders. How can you be decent!" Ling Qinglan put on a serious face, very much like his master, like a serious little old man Son.

Xu Si complained in her heart, did I say that I am older than you?What are you showing off...

"Aren't I also fined to sweep the mountain trails every day?" Xu Si didn't care about the children, and put on a bitter face, "Hey, tell me, is my master staring at me all the time? Can he arrive at the first time? And he always picks the most important time, you said that if he came a quarter of an hour late, he would be fined after we ate the roast chicken, that would not be unfair."

Ling Qinglan also sat down beside him, thinking of the oily and fragrant chicken, swallowed, and said dejectedly: "Yes, I was punished for not eating a piece of meat, so wronged..."

Ling Qinglan is also a disciple of the Ling family, and is of the same generation as Ling Tong. Their fathers are brothers, but Ling Qinglan's father died early, so he also worships Ling Tong's father Ling Qijue as his teacher.Maybe because they are both orphans, they feel a little sympathetic to each other. In the entire Yunxu Mountain, he is the only one who is willing to make friends with Xu Si.

This pair of fox friends and dog friends are not stable, Qing Lan thought of the meat that flew away when it reached his mouth, Xu Si looked at the stairs that stretched to the foot of the mountain, and it would take a long time to climb up with bare hands, looking at the "ladder" and sighing.

The old man Ling Qijue always shook his head when he had nothing to do, and said: "There is no Tao in the mountains and forests, but those who practice Taoism must disappear in the mountains and hide in the mountains and forests. If you want to be sincere, you must keep your heart clean."

In human terms, one must practice immortality on a mountain.

There are quite a few families of cultivators who occupy a small mountain exclusively. Yunxu Mountain can be said to be a place of good fortune and beauty with excellent Fengshui.

When Xu Si went up the mountain for the first time, from a distance, the whole mountain was covered with a layer of veil, shadowy, in the misty clouds and smoke, far and near, indistinct, just like a few brushstrokes of light ink, smeared on the blue The sky exudes a kind of indescribable misty beauty, which makes Xu Si suddenly feel ashamed that she seems to be very vulgar.

In fact, there are not many people walking on the blue stone steps he sweeps every day. Most of the monks who have reached the level of cultivation will fly directly to the top of the mountain with their swords. The disciples cleaned it once, and this "lucky guy" was mostly a disciple who made a small mistake under the masters and was punished to sweep the path.

His master punished him with a small punishment for a day or two, but Xu Si's master was fine, and he punished him for one or two months.

Xu Si: "..." His mother's suffering can't be expressed.

"You keep sweeping, I'm going to fetch water too." Qing Lan patted him on the shoulder, cast a sympathetic look, and left with a sigh.

It has been half a year since Xu Si came to Yunxu Mountain to talk less, and he was absent-minded during the past six months.First, he has been unable to contact the system 2333, and he has no way to obtain a lot of information, which makes him very anxious and feels abandoned; second, he feels that the completion of the task is far away, because in the past six months, he has met the target person in total Five times, each time they fell from the sky when he had committed a crime, and without saying much, they threw him a mental method and punished him for sweeping the steps.

What kind of ghost master is this?

Xu Si was furious, and looked at Ling Qinglan's master, he was a little rigid, and he was a little strict, but after all, he practiced himself, and worked hard every day to teach his disciples mental spells, hoping that his apprentice would become a teacher as soon as possible.

As for Xu Si, apart from practicing Ling's original sword technique "Linjiang Yihe" with all the disciples of the same school every day, the rest of the time, he didn't learn any spells except the vest technique or the vest technique.

In the final analysis, it was probably because he was just an outsider, or a remnant of the Youzhusi clan, so it was not worth the trouble to teach him.

Conscious of being discriminated against and depressed, Xu Si moaned and swept the steps until almost midnight, but no one called him to eat or rest. He sighed, packed up his broom, and dragged his almost disintegrated body back hungry Walk.

Just to practice bigu...

In the entire courtyard house on the top of the mountain, no one may live more remote than Xu Si. Most of the other disciples live together in three or four, and Xu Si occupies a small courtyard alone. Oh no, it should be said that he and Ling Jiuwei Two people occupy a yard.

It is rare for the Ling family of Yunxu to have masters and apprentices living together. On the first day of going up the mountain, when Ling Jiuwei said that he wanted Zhuyin to live in his "Tibetan Courtyard", someone raised objections, saying... afraid of children's noise Did the head of the house clean up?

Xu Si sighed. I really felt that these people had completely underestimated the strength of their Patriarch. In the past six months, even if he set off firecrackers, sang rock, beat gongs and drums in the yard to make a scene, Ling Jiuwei never opened the closed door. There were people who looked like no one, and Xu Si even occasionally wondered if Ling Jiuwei ran out secretly to have a good time.

The entire small courtyard of the "Tibetan Courtyard" is covered by bamboo forests. No, it should be said that the Tibetan Courtyard was originally built in a sea of ​​bamboo.This bamboo forest has been around for some years, and it is as green as a piece of flawless emerald, like a blue natural barrier. At a glance, you can only see secluded bamboos but no bricks and tiles, no wonder it is called "Tibetan Courtyard".

It's kind of solitary.

Very quiet.

Except for the rustling of bamboo leaves when the wind passes by, and the occasional chirping of insects and cranes, this corner of Yunxu Mountain is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop, so quiet and serene.

Along a secluded path paved with bluestone bricks, passing through half a bamboo forest, the Tibetan courtyard is at the end of the road.

At the gate of the courtyard, there are two stationary white ever-burning lamps engraved with a circle of black spells. They burn unquenchable candles all year round in the dark night, but their halos are dimmer than starlight, as if they will be extinguished in the next second.

On the mahogany plaque between the two lamps, there is only one word, "Tibetan", which is bold and majestic, and the author's strength of character can be glimpsed.

As soon as Xu Si was admitted to the hospital, the permanent light at the door went out, as if it was on specially to wait for him to come back.

When he looked up, there was a person sitting on the stone table in the courtyard. Xu Si's eyelids twitched, and he clenched the broom tightly in his hand. When he got closer, he recognized that it was his master who he hadn't seen for 800 years.

"Master." Xu Si called out respectfully.

The man was sitting with his back facing him, his long hair was loose, and he only held a black cloth tie lightly. He was not wearing Yunxuling's monk uniform, but a loose moon-white robe with no decorations, so simple and elegant. extreme.He propped his elbows on the stone table, and pressed his fists against his temples, and he didn't respond to Xu Si's soft call.

Xu Si looked down and saw a jug of wine and a jade cup on the table, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He drank behind my back and fell asleep drunk.

It's really embarrassing, let's drink together if there is wine...

He quietly touched the table, picked up the wine jug, shook it, it was empty.Look into the cup again, see the bottom, it is also empty.

Not a drop left.

Unexpectedly, Ling Jiuwei was actually a drunkard...

Xu Si shook her head, walked up to the alcoholic, squatted down, and looked at "Sleeping Beauty" with her chin propped up.

When Ling Jiuwei opened his eyes, all the brilliance on his face was attracted by the pair of alienated and indifferent peach blossom eyes, making people automatically ignore the rest of the facial features. There really is such a delicate character.

From top to bottom, if the eyebrow color is darker, it will appear thick and colorful, if it is lighter, it will be dull; A little sad.There is no part of this face that does not grow into just the right shape, as if the creator spent all his time making it out of the most perfect model, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Xu Si looked at the handsome man, and there was no wishful thinking in his heart, nor could he have any wishful thinking. Any thoughts about this man's impurity would be a defilement to him. Xu Si stared at his master purely with admiration. For half an hour, thinking, what will be the psychological shadow of the master?It wasn't until he couldn't bear the numbness in his legs that he remembered to move his feet and squat to change his center of gravity.

With just this rustling sound, Ling Jiu quietly raised his eyelids.

The moon was just in the sky, and the silver light sprinkled from the top of the head, and the four eyes met.

Xu Si held his breath, secretly astonished, the pair of eyes facing him were emotionless, empty and dazed, looking into it seemed to be looking into a dry well, a desert and a dead sea, and the person in front of him was like a delicate and indifferent puppet. It took three full seconds before a trace of vitality appeared in the depths of those pupils.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Si stretched his legs and sat down on the ground with a strange air of yin and yang.

"Master, is the wine good?"

Ling Jiuwei put down his hand supporting his forehead, lowered his head, and stared at Zhuyin on the ground.

However, in half a year, the young man has changed a lot. He was originally thin and thin due to pampering and picky eaters. Now he looks a lot stronger, and his stature is also stretched. It seems that punishing him to do some physical work has a significant effect.

"Where's your sword?" Ling Jiuwei opened his mouth, and the strong and mellow smell of wine rushed to his face. Xu Si suspected that he had not only drank this pot.

"In the house." Xu Si regards the "Qi Shang" given to him by Si Zhilan as a treasure. He is afraid of being knocked if he holds it, and he is afraid of being bumped if he carries it.

"Take it out." Ling Jiu said slightly.

"Huh? Oh..."

What is this for?Xu Si wailed in her heart, are you going to start teaching me real kung fu in the middle of the night?Finally, my conscience realized that I was a master?But... can't it be another day?I'm very tired today... I don't want to move my fingers... I can't even lift a sword!