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

Xu Si opened the door, and there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing outside the door, with a long scarf and a sword, gentle and fair, with an exceptionally handsome appearance, sparse brows and eyes, and extremely light lips. At first glance, he looked like Fang Feixu There are seven or eight points alike.

Xu Si's skin is beautiful, and when she raises her eyebrows slightly to look at people, there is a sense of agility and coquettishness. The young man was stared at for a while, the tips of his ears turned red, and he hurriedly cupped his hands: "Later... Junior Fang Feiye, I came here specially for Ling Ling. The master leads the way."

"There is the third son of labor, please." Ling Jiuwei walked out hearing the sound.

Xu Si turned sideways and squeezed her eyes: "Master, I also want to see the world."

Ling Jiuwei was noncommittal, "Follow if you want."

Along the way, Xu Si chatted with Fang Feiye, "Little brother, what's your relationship with Fang Feixu and Fang Patriarch?"

"The head of the family is my elder sister, and I am the third eldest in the family." Fang Feiye is a rare kind of extremely patient person, answering every question without ambiguity.

Xu Si laughed, "It turned out to be the Patriarch's younger brother, disrespectful and disrespectful. Patriarch Fang has a beautiful heart and a beautiful heart. His younger brother must also be a dragon and phoenix among people with amazing talents."

I have used all the four-character idioms I have learned in my life, and Xu Si boasted that the boy almost fell into the sky and fell on the bed of clouds. He showed his white teeth reservedly, "Brother, I'm so proud of you."

"I will discuss with the third son when I have time," Xu Si reported to the house, "I'm Ling Zhuyin, the apprentice of the master Ling."

"It's better to see once than to hear a hundred times. It's a pleasure to meet you." Fang Feiye warmly greeted, staring at him as if deliberately thinking, "Brother Zhuyin..."

"The past is all cloud and smoke, and the wind will blow away, so let's not mention it." Xu Si waved his hand.

A trace of surprise flashed in Fang Feiye's eyes, "Brother Ling is quite generous."

Xu Si watched him shrink back the half of his hand that accidentally exposed the cuff, changed the subject, and frowned, "It's just that such a strange woman as Patriarch Fang is still a widow. It's really strange."

Fang Feiye paused slightly, glanced at Ling Jiuwei behind him who was silent, and sighed softly: "Eldest sister, she has her lover first, and she can't tolerate others."

"Patriarch Fang is infatuated and affectionate. Being able to be her favorite person must be a blessing."

Fang Feiye smiled implicitly, but did not answer.

"The blessings are not small..." Xu Si took a step behind, dragged out the tone meaningfully, and stared at Ling Jiuwei's face with a smile.

"When going out, pay attention to behave dignifiedly, remember to be frivolous and flamboyant, and pry into other people's privacy." Ling Jiuwei remained expressionless, but moved his right knuckles one by one with his left hand behind his back.

Xu Si shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, no longer jumped out, lowered his eyes quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his trembling eyelashes, coating them with a layer of warm golden color.

I don't know what is going on in this little head.Ling Jiuwei rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, turned his eyes away, and caught a glimpse of Feng Yu standing at the door, coming up from a long way away.

"Oh, Patriarch Ling, are you alright?" Feng Yu's thunderous greeting attracted everyone's attention. The patriarchs who had gathered together in twos and threes to whisper to each other hurriedly put aside their words and went out to greet them.

There were those who tried to comfort her with earnest words, "Master Ling's day is so sad..."

There were those who worked hard and encouraged, "Yes, yes, if the green hills are kept, there will be no worries about firewood."

Some raised their arms filled with righteous indignation, "We should fight together, find out the murderer behind the scenes, and seek justice for the Ling family!"

However, in Xu Si's eyes, it is rare for these people to have true feelings in their spirits. The light that flashes in the depths of their eyes can be summed up in one word-gloating, watching the excitement and thinking it is a small matter, and watching the fire from the other side thinks the fire is not big enough. All of them are theatrical actors.

Facing this kind of occasion, Ling Jiuwei showed his extremely high self-cultivation, his expression was just right, neither too sad nor too cold, and even the slight nod of his head was impeccable.Everyone only said: Patriarch Ling really has a lofty heart, does not fall into the world, does not take pleasure in things, does not take sorrow in himself, he is really a model for cultivating immortals.

After everyone was seated, Ling Jiuwei lightly dropped a bomb: "All kinds of fellow Taoists, today's disaster may not be limited to Yunxu."

There was an uproar.

"Patriarch Ling means that the other party is targeting the entire world of cultivating immortals?"

At this time, an inconspicuous gray-robed old man in the corner said quietly, "No, haven't you noticed yet? The other party is targeting those big families. People from these families have exposed their corpses before. Your warning."

As soon as the words fell, the complexions of the several Patriarchs changed rapidly, becoming more and more serious.

"Oh, what should come will always come. When will the grievance be repaid." The old man did not know which family he belonged to. Although he looked shabby and shabby, with knotted hair covering half of his face, he had a little more experience. Yes, it is not difficult to see that this person is hiding something, there is a universe under the cloth.

"What does the Taoist priest mean?" Fang Feixu presided over the meeting, sat at the head of the seat, and asked with great momentum.

"Think about it carefully." The man leaned back in his chair, casually raised his legs, "What did the group of people who died on the execution platform conspired to do..."

There was an uproarious discussion in the hall.

"It's been 30 years..." the old man muttered to himself, "I said that what I did back then was not kind, and the retribution has come? Hey."

"30 years ago," Ling Jiuwei's indifferent voice sounded, not loud, but enough to attract everyone's attention. Luan and his wife gave birth to their eldest son, Si Zhilan's elder brother, Si Qiong."

"Isn't Si Zhilan the eldest son?" Someone immediately asked, "When will another eldest son appear?"

"Yeah, I always thought that Si Zhilan was the eldest son."

Ling Jiuwei ignored it, and continued on, "On the night Si Qiong was born, Ying Huo met Chen Xing, and a blood moon appeared, a sign of great ominousness for a hundred years. A disaster star fell from the sky, causing disaster to the cultivation world and alarming all families. At that time, Yunxu Ling's Daoist Ling Shuangqi, head of the Feng clan of Luming, Feng Zhao, Lin Ziyi of the Yanchi Lin clan, and Fang Tao of the Fang clan of Meilin, led Si Luan to hand over the baby who was still in its infancy, and burned him on the execution platform to appease the wrath of heaven."

Xu Si listened quietly, as rounds of turbulent waves set off in her mind.

"Burn?" Someone asked a lot.

Ling Jiuwei rubbed his index finger joint with his thumb and nodded.

This secret past happened when Si Zhilan was drunk with him when she was friends with him. When she woke up, Ling Jiuwei asked again. Why, Ling Jiuwei has always been brooding about this matter.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely weird, and it was so quiet that a needle could be heard. These Patriarchs, who were clamoring to find out the murderer just now, looked like they were swallowed by a squib. The perpetrator, and now it's just the previous victim's revenge?The role changes are too fast, and they can't slow down for a while.

"Could it be that the child's undead came back to take revenge?" Feng Yu tremblingly caressed his mustache, "Then... the Youzhusi clan was destroyed five years ago, and he also contributed to it?"

"No, no, he is from the Si family, why did he blame his family?" As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head in denial.

"To be honest, I know a thing or two about what happened back then." A gentle and weak man stood up, Xu Si took a closer look, hehe, he is safe and sound.

"Back then, my father was just a dispensable bystander, but he saw much more clearly than ordinary people." An Wuyang opened the folding fan in his hand, and this posture seemed to be singing a peerless show, "You Zhusi At that time, the patriarch of the family, Si Luan, was also a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death. Facing the persuasion and threats of other patriarchs, and disregarding his wife's every possible obstruction, he handed over Si Qiong without hesitation. From this alone, Si Qiong must have hated him too. Youzhusi clan. And... the baby who was burned that year was not Siqiong himself."

"What? You said Si Qiong is not dead?"

An Wuyang smiled, "Not only did he not die, his cultivation base is probably higher than those present here."

"Who the hell are you? Where did you know this?" Xu Si began to question An Wuyang's true identity, isn't it strange?Knowing so much, how come he is not dead yet?

After being reminded by Xu Si, everyone also came back to look at An Wuyang with more hostility and defense.

"The baby who was burned back then was my eldest son An Zhipei. Mrs. Si Luan's wife, An Zhipei, used the trick of exchanging the civet cat for the prince like a fish in water. Oh, by the way, An Zhipei is my aunt." An Wuyang showed no signs of timidity. Although what he said could cost his life in a matter of minutes, "After Si Qiang was abandoned by the Si family, he was once fostered in my Weiyang'an family."

Smoking, burning, everyone's swords came out of their bodies, pointing at the safety of the tiger.

The big landslide was ahead, An Wuyang remained unmoved, and he didn't even change the amplitude of the folding fan, "Don't get excited, fellow Taoists, anyway, everyone is going to die today, why rush?"

The people in the hall were panicked instantly, and these usually powerful Patriarchs couldn't help but compare themselves with those seniors who died tragically on the platform, and the comparison made them even more panicked.

"Hmph, do you think that kid will let Weiyang An live?" The old man in the corner brushed his messy hair covering his face, revealing a pair of radiant old eyes, "Don't forget, after An Zhipei's death, An's How to treat him like a dog and let him live on the street!"

"Yes...it's Daoist Xuanji!" The whole hall exclaimed.

Xu Si: "..." Old man, you act like that!I swear I really didn't see it at first glance!

An Wuyang sneered, "That's what my father did, what has it got to do with me?"

"If he is the kind of person who only kills relevant people and doesn't anger others, why are the Youzhusi and Yunxuling clans wiped out?" Xuanjizi sighed old-fashionedly, wiped his face, and yelled into the air , "The unfilial apprentice, hurry up and get out!"

This time even Xu Si was shocked.

Unworthy apprentice?These four words lingered in my mind for a week, and finally settled on the vague three words "Jin Mu Dian". Xuanjizi said before that he was an apprentice who died for no reason?Si Huang's elder brother and enemy?Ling Jiuwei's fellow apprentice?Ling Zhuyin's uncle?

This relationship is really complicated...

"Master, long time no see." A young man appeared at the door.

Fang Fei Xurou Ning clenched the armrest of the grand master's chair, exclaimed, "Third brother!" The armrest snapped.