Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

For a moment, the child's deep eyes seemed to see through his soul, strip off his peaceful appearance, and pull out the unforgettable regrets of his previous life, and put them in the sun to dry.

Fu Qing lowered her eyes slightly, and blurted out: "If I regretted it, you wouldn't be standing here now."

Mo Zilan didn't answer, just remained silent, like a silent shadow, leading Fu Qingchao to his residence.

Fu Qing followed slowly.

The snow is smooth, and a series of small, wet footprints are printed.

When Fu Qing thought that Mo Zilan would not continue this topic, he suddenly smiled cheerfully: "That's right."

The Hanchuan area was empty, the sound spread far away, even the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers could hear the paleness in Mo Zilan's voice.

Mo Zilan lives in a separate hut.The house is very small, there are not many pieces of furniture in sight, but there are traces on the walls.There are scratch marks, marks of combined fists and feet, and bumps on the head.It is the former residence of Fu Qing.

When he lived here, he was still troubled by the puppet curse, and he often couldn't control the spiritual power in his body, and his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people.Despair has reached the end of darkness, and the desire to die is also there.He was born tough and happy to live, so he struggled chaotically to find a way out.

Later, with peace, these childhood memories faded away.When we saw each other again, there were only sporadic ripples in my heart.

"There is a lot of evil here. If you don't adapt, I will ask Sect Master Qin to arrange a new residence for you."

Mo Zilan was just putting the cold dishes on the table, when he heard the words, his fingers shrank like an electric shock, almost knocking over a plate of dishes.

He said obediently: "Don't bother Sect Master Qin, I like this place very much."

The hand that was tucked into the sleeve was tightly gripped.

He has a big temper.Fu Qing has never been good at coaxing children, but fortunately, Mo Zilan has a strong temper and quickly dissipates it, and he can dissipate it after a while.

"That's good." Fu Qing just didn't know, and sat down opposite Mo Zilan with a flick of his clothes.

The plate full of fruits and vegetables is delicate and beautiful, cut neatly and placed neatly, and sprinkled with sparkling sauces, just looking at it makes people's index fingers move.

Fu Qing couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten.After being reborn, he has never been free. Before his death, Mo Zilan would cook him some food from time to time, but Fu Qingzang hated him before it was too late. Naturally, he didn't dare to eat the things Mo Zilan sent.

Picking up a wet cherry with his white fingers, he wanted to wipe off the water droplets, but Mo Zilan said: "The immortal can taste the water droplets."

After listening to his words, the slender fingers twirled the cherry stem and brought it directly to his mouth.The light-colored lips parted slightly, taking a sip on the small cherry fruit.The tip of the flexible pink tongue was exposed, and then retracted very quickly.

When Mo Zilan chose the ingredients, he was actually a little selfish, and he was a little worried whether Fu Qing would find out that something was wrong.Now that I see the beautiful scenery, I am even more convinced that I made the right choice at the beginning, and I feel a little bit of cunning joy in my heart.

The fragrance, which is completely different from the original flavor of cherry, permeates the heart along the taste buds.Fu Qing swallowed the whole cherry, and felt the sourness and sweetness of the cherry blossomed on the tip of the tongue, and then diffused into the whole mouth.And because of the previous fragrance, the little bit of astringency left on the cherry skin is gone, so the taste is different from the food I have eaten before.

"Not bad," Fu Qing praised, "What seasoning did you use?"

"The spirit bamboo water that sprouted for two hours will change its taste an hour later, so I boldly urged the immortal to come quickly."

"It's too delicate to waste." Fu Qing scolded, but there was no anger in his tone, and he pinched the fruits and vegetables next to him to taste.

There are not many fruits and vegetables on the plate, and they will soon bottom out.When there were only a few small fruits left on the plate, Fu Qing came to his senses and stopped.

"Don't eat? See if I can get full?"

He has long been bigu, and occasionally eats some food just for appetite.Mo Zilan still needs food to survive, so he should eat more.

Mo Zilan shook his head, squeezed a fruit from the plate, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.But his eyes didn't move away from Fu Qing.

Fu Qing sighed softly: "Are you eating the fruit, or are you treating the fruit as me?"

Mo Zilan lowered his eyes quickly, squeezed a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fu Qing's eating of fruits and vegetables can be regarded as the top grade, while Mo Zilan can be called a cow chewing peonies, and occasionally his cheeks are bulging, which makes him look a little sensual.

Fu Qing withdrew his gaze, feeling that he had no reason to stay longer: "You cook some more and eat yourself, I'm leaving."

Just stood up, but heard the child's voice urgently: "Xian Zun."

Fu Qing actually didn't really want to hear Mo Zilan call him to stop.

The previous life was full of deadlocks, the deaths of the seniors were unknown, and there were countless monsters waiting to be quelled. Where did he find the time to play with a child like this?

Besides, it was Mo Zilan again.There are so many mysteries in him, even if one is cut off from the matter of accepting apprentices, it is not an easy task to completely rescue him.There are very few records of this kind of physique, but without exception, they are the killing stars that make the cultivation world bleed.The cultivator's sensitivity to natural demon bodies has reached the point where he would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

Xie Chi can detect Mo Zilan's physique, others may not be able to.All the mouths melt the gold, and the accumulation destroys the bones.Once the news of the innate demon body leaked, Fu Qing didn't think he could protect him.

The road under his feet seemed to have split into a canyon, and Fu Qing walked forward on a hair-slender line, with abysses to the left and right.

But when he heard the child calling, he still stopped his movements and calmly looked at the ignorant Mo Zilan.

A hand protruded forward, then quietly retracted.Mo Zilan raised his head, and his tone was a little aggrieved: "I would like to ask the Immortal, can I... learn how to light a fire?"

"Okay." Fu Qing didn't understand. When he pretended to be scolding, Mo Zilan still snickered, but when he treated him calmly, something went wrong with this child.

But he felt that he still understood something.

It is said to be learning how to make fire, but Ambition is actually learning magic.

He was burdened with the inextricably linked deadlocks of the two lifetimes, but Mo Zilan was still a child, he deserved to be treated kindly, and he deserved to be treated innocently.If you want to lose your temper, you can lose your temper, if you are sad, you can cry, and if you want to hug someone, there is nothing wrong with it.Fu Qing can't accompany him, but he won't stop him from chasing warmth.

"You can treat this place as your home for the time being, or you can go to the Fuyun Realm to see how other people practice. If you like it, you can also learn from a teacher yourself. If that person thinks you have a bad foundation, I will beat him up for you... Just do whatever you want, there is nothing to worry about."

Mo Zilan shook his head, then buried his head deeply, his fingertips trembling slightly.

A cluster of faint blue light suddenly rose in front of him, and jumped onto Mo Zilan's hand again.It's slightly cold, and when you touch it with your fingertips, you can only feel a little bit of coolness.

Fu Qing sighed: "If it's other spells, it's okay for me to teach you. It's just that I have a cold physique, so I'm afraid I can't light the fire you want." He thought for a while, and then said: "If you want to, you can do it in a few days I will take you to Fuyun Realm to find Sect Master Qin, and let him teach you."

Mo Zilan responded, looking a little sullen.But in the blink of an eye, nothing could be seen on his face.

Fu Qing knocked on the hilt of the sword, seeing that he didn't seem to have anything to say, so he left by himself.

Mo Zilan sat on the spot blankly, staring at the direction Fu Qing left, eyes full of bewilderment.

He really didn't know what to do.Even though they were face to face, Fu Qing saw him, but those eyes that had regained their clarity seemed to pass over him, seeing something deeper and farther away.He is just like a pure reflection.

There are mountains, rivers and everything in his eyes, and if he pretends to be a Mo Zilan, it will only float on the surface.

what should he do...

Continue to stand behind the master, expecting him to show a little pity when he looks back?

Lock up the master and destroy everything from his eyes?

Or, either way is wrong?

Nostrils smelled some cold fragrance that belonged exclusively to Fu Qing, Mo Zilan gradually came back to his senses, and saw a butterfly that had turned into spiritual power resting on his shoulder.

With a light tap, the proud butterfly flapping its wings turned into a message talisman, projecting a few lines of powerful characters.

"Sudden changes. Going to Xuezong will take half a month or five days."

You see, you just wait stupidly, he will never look at you again.A voice in my heart said so.

It has been like this ever since.How happy I was before, to be able to monopolize his eyes.Why hold back when some nasty ghosts come to steal his love and affection?If he waited any longer, he would only lose his trust, and lose everything he had personally bestowed on him.

Only by catching him with your own hands can you let him take a look at you.Even if you hate...

The black flame ignited, and the communication talisman was reduced to ashes in Mo Zilan's hands.

Fu Qing's breath suddenly shattered, as if he had crushed Fu Qing's neck with his own hands.The darkness in Mo Zilan's eyes gradually deepened.

But it was suddenly dispelled by a clear fragrance.

... He clearly crushed the communication talisman just now, why did another one appear.

Mo Zilan touched Lingdie with his fingers stiffly, and saw two words floating in front of him.

"...Don't read it." Mo Zilan murmured.

Before he could figure out what Fu Qing meant by adding this communication talisman, he saw another spirit butterfly flying towards him.

There was a line in the letter: "If you want to play outside the Zunyu, you can first open the hidden compartment under your bed."

It is not very appropriate to say this, but it has already been sent out, so there is no reason to regret it.

Fu Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally waved away the unwritten spirit butterfly in front of him with a flick of his sleeve.

After only going out for a few days, he sent out summoning talismans one after another to explain, such a mother-in-law, where is the face of him, an immortal.

Qin Lefeng was busy negotiating with Xuezong just now, but now he turned his head and said thoughtfully: "You have kept this communication talisman for a long time, how many things have you written?"

Based on the experience of successfully hiding the secret of Ping An Pei in front of Mo Zilan in the previous life, Fu Qing knew the truth that more words are more mistakes, so he glanced at Qin Lefeng lightly and stopped talking.

Qin Lefeng only felt that the younger brother was not as easy to tease as before recently, but Xuezong's matter was more urgent, so he waved his hand and opened the teleportation array without asking.

Fu Qing's face can only be saved.

It's just that when he returned to the Cold River Realm seven days later, his mentality became unstable for a moment.

The bed in his old residence collapsed.

To be precise, it exploded.The fragments were scattered all over the ground, which was spectacular and unbelievable.

It was the one he told Mo Zilan to open the secret compartment.

And Mo Zilan's own aura could not be found even after searching the entire Hanchuan Realm.

……what happened?

The author has something to say: Fu Qing:? ? ?I don't seem to have the habit of stuffing explosives under the bed.