Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

The matter of Xuezong is not big, and it can determine whether this family sect can survive or not.

It happened that the Snow Demons seized the house from their most favored young master and the eldest girl who was most likely to succeed the suzerain. Without these two people, the people with impure minds began to move openly and secretly.There are few people in Xuezong, so this chaos is a bit traumatic.

Fu Qing went here because he heard that a powerful monster appeared in the world.Qin Lefeng is good at speaking, and he usually doesn't make any moves, so he asked his junior brother to be his thug.

After going there, I found out that the so-called powerful monsters were just a cover, and some people just wanted to pull their tiger skins to fight for power.

Qin Lefeng's expression remained unchanged, he cheerfully flirted with others.Fu Qing played a black face, went up and cut off the confidant next to the man with a sword.

Blood splattered three feet, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

The body fell to the ground, but a wisp of black air slowly emerged.

I screamed.

Fu Qing and Qin Lefeng looked at each other, pretending to have seen through the disguise of the monster long ago, and with the kindness and gratitude of the Xuezong people, they condescended to stay in the snowy area to investigate.

Qin Lefeng asked Fu Qing privately: "Why are you so talented, killing anyone casually is a monster?"

Fu Qing said calmly: "Closing eyes."

Qin Lefeng walked side by side with him, his fan trembled with laughter, and gave Fu Qing a rather loving look: "Little brother grows up, and he will betray the brother."

Fu Qing ignored him.There seemed to be a mysterious connection when he was beheading people, which made him very convinced that he must not be a wronged soul under the sword.It's just that this matter is too illusory, and I don't know if it will happen again, so it's not worth showing off.

I just searched for two days, and except for killing a few empty shells that had been eroded by monsters, I didn't find any clues.Fu Qing set a time limit of one week for herself.

Within seven days, he worked hard, searched back and forth, beheaded two or three people, and even a rabbit in Xuezong would scream when he saw him.

After seven days, Qin Lefeng asked for his resignation.

Qin Lefeng had no objection, but the people in Xuezong were so frightened by the monsters one after another that they almost knelt down and begged him to stay.

Fu Qingquan pretended he didn't hear it, and she nodded to everyone in her white clothes without being stained with dust, and then rode back to the cold river in the green smoke.

He left in a hurry this time, and didn't explain it to Mo Zilan properly.That child was terribly obedient when he was peaceful, but he was hard to catch when he became crazy.There is also a magic breath in his body, if something goes wrong because of this, some of them will be too late for him to regret.

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The dripping water turns into ice, the world of ice and snow.

Fu Qing searched all over, but did not see Mo Zilan.

After wandering around, he finally found that Mo Zilan's breath was stronger only in the small house where he used to live.

Could it be that as soon as he left, Mo Zilan stepped out of the Cold River Realm.And it hasn't come back yet.

I don't know what to do.Fu Qing thought sullenly.

It's a little fun to be angry.He was in Xuezong, so busy that he didn't even have time to send out the summoning talisman, and he was thinking about whether the little boy would lose his temper.This kid is fine, he went to play happily, and even collapsed the bed, I don't know what kind of strange force he used.

Fu Qing pursed her lips lightly, wiped away the resentment from the corners of her eyes, and raised her hand to clean up the mess left by Mo Zilan.

The material used to make the bed is spirit wood, which has been around for hundreds of years and still has a pleasant fragrance.

When this bed was made, Yu Shaozi was still there.Fu Qing was a young master who had no worries about food and clothing when he was young, but he was controlled by monsters and became a killer that everyone feared overnight.He was still young at that time, only Yu Shaozi and his seniors who were strong enough could get along with him without any grievances.

In Yu Shaozi's lineage, except for Qin Lefeng who loves to bully others, everyone else dotes on Fu Qing in their own way.Returning to the mortal world from the endless hell, it is a lie to say that you don't miss it.Just like when he was reborn, Fu Qing was also ecstatic in his heart.It's just that thousands of things are suppressed, obliterating that ecstasy so that there is not even a tail left.It's still more worrying now.

The splinters of the spirit wood were scattered all over the room, sometimes mixed with Mo Zilan's breath.

Maybe something else?

Fu Qing stepped forward slightly, stretched out her hand and squeezed out a fragment.

The wood is hard and the grain is distinct, it should be a piece next to the dark grid under the bed.In addition to the woody agarwood, there is also a slightly uncomfortable smell.

Just as he was about to continue observing, he heard a deep voice behind him.

"Immortal Venerable."

It was Mo Zilan.

"You came back just in time, explain and explain."

Fu Qing tucked the debris into her sleeve without any trace, and turned around.

Refreshing and refreshing, without any anger, it seems that he will never look ferocious and stained with the filth of the world.

At first glance, Mo Zilan was still his usual appearance, he lowered his head and did not want Fu Qing to see his expression, but he glanced over secretly and deeply.It's just that now his hands are clenched into fists and put forward in front of him, as if he wants to pounce on him, but also as if he is afraid that Fu Qing will take his life in the next second.

As if he didn't hear Fu Qing's question, he walked in without saying a word, and opened the only cabinet in the corner.

Inside was the warm quilt that Mo Zilan usually wears.He quietly picked up the warm quilt, and peeled off layer by layer, revealing a small box.

From the appearance, it is from the same source as the scattered wood.

Of course Fu Qing knew what it was.It was a secret space that he secretly tinkered with.Yu Shaozi had given him a lot of magic weapons for body protection, Fu Qing couldn't use them all up, and was afraid of being blackmailed by Qin Lefeng for various reasons, so he made a small hidden compartment and hid them under the bed.Later, he gained the power to protect himself, and he never thought of touching the things in the secret compartment again.

It's just that he left in a hurry this time, and he was really worried about Mo Zilan, so he went to the doctor in a hurry, and came up with the faint idea of ​​asking him to take the magic weapon for himself.

Thin fingers opened the box, revealing the talismans and magical instruments inside.

Mo Zilan was holding the box and talking, but he seemed very quiet: "Look, are there a few?"

The things inside have been around for hundreds of years, and no matter how cherished they are, I can’t remember them clearly.Besides, they are just objects.Fu Qing didn't take a second look at the box, and just pressed the box back with his hands.

There was a bit of seriousness in his expression: "I let you take it, I didn't let you give it as a treasure."

His fingers lightly brushed the back of Mo Zilan's hand, and he easily felt the trembling of the child.As if getting an electric shock, Mo Zilan quickly retracted his hand.

Fu Qing looked at him seriously, grabbed Mo Zilan's wrist, and injected a probing pure spiritual power into his body.

The magic breath in Mo Zilan's body had already recovered to the level when they met in the snowstorm.The hidden talisman array planted by Fu Qing is still working conscientiously, so that the magic breath is not released.

The strange mood is also abnormal.

Mo Zilan twisted his wrist with all his strength: "I'm fine, the Immortal Venerable don't touch me."

The magic breath is so strong that he almost tells the world that he is a magic cultivator, and he said it's okay.

Fu Qing has never been a character who likes to coax children, so when he heard this, he really didn't hold Mo Zilan's wrist, but directly walked out with his collar.

Mo Zilan struggled a few times with his hands and feet, but was shivering from the cold after being released by Fu Qing, and stopped.

He gritted his teeth and said: "You don't need to worry about me... You are already very tired from being sleepless in Xuezong, so you don't need to take care of me anymore..."

Fu Qing became suspicious, wondering how the kid knew that he had gone to Xuezong.On second thought, when he and Qin Lefeng received the summons, there were still a few people present, maybe the matter got out from their mouths.Also no longer think about it.

This time Fu Qing also had a little bit of anger, and was not as patient with Mo Zilan as before. When he arrived at the edge of the ice pond, seeing that he was unwilling to go down, he took off the child's clothes repeatedly, and directly Throw it into the pool, and watch him flopping and showing his wet head.

Mo Zilan seemed to be fooled by his actions, he stuck his head on the surface of the water, and didn't move except for physiological trembling.His head full of black hair quickly condensed into ice, shining with a more innocent light than Mo Zilan's eyes.

"I promise you not to move until you come out."

As if being terribly frozen by the cold, Mo Zilan whimpered, without saying a word, and resignedly accepted the cold air rushing around the ice pool.

Fu Qing found a rock by the cold pool and sat down, staring at Mo Zilan with complicated thoughts.He had indeed been sleepless for seven days, and felt that he should meditate for a rest, but he was always worried, so he might as well think about how to deal with this child first.

In the previous life, Fu Qing had seen Mo Zilan's ruthless determination to reach the peak with his body covered in bruises.He didn't think that Mo Zilan in front of him was really as unambitious as he showed, it was just that he had never seen anyone with comparable strength to Fu Qing, so he was obsessed with him.

Since he doesn't want to look for it, it's not that Fu Qing can't be a favor.

Mo Zilan opened his eyes in front of him and aimed towards him, but happened to meet Fu Qing's gaze, so he hurriedly avoided.

But he asked in his mouth: "What is the immortal looking at?"

He is allowed to peek at others, but others are not allowed to look at him.Fu Qing didn't expose Mo Zilan's petty thoughts.

He only said lightly: "Look at the grass. I see you planted a bunch of dead grass by the pool."

This grass should have been planted a long time ago, but its existence seems to be in harmony, and Fu Qing has not been able to pay attention to it.

In his impression, this ice pool is indeed a bit green.A touch of dark green, a touch of fresh green.The thick one belongs to Fu Qing, while the light green one is...

It was Mo Zilan.

Fu Qing closed her eyes.

He remembered.

In the previous life, after he accepted Mo Zilan as his apprentice, in order to encourage him, the two of them planted two Lingyu trees by the hot spring of Yangshuo Spring.

Ling Yumu looks soft and green, but it is extremely tough, and it will grow with people's wishes.The wish that Fu Qing made when he planted the plant was for Mo Zilan to have the power to protect himself and inherit his mantle.

So the Lingyu tree began to sprout, and every time Mo Zilan became stronger, it became more vigorous... Until Mo Zilan fell into a demon, the flowers on the tree bloomed unknowingly.It was clear that at that time, Mo Zilan was far from the successor in Fu Qing's heart.

And Mo Zilan's plant, as if it had been frozen, had barely grown up in a hundred years.But when people don't notice, it takes a long time to tell people that it is not dead yet, and it still has a little bit of hope.

After Fu Qing was imprisoned in the Demon Realm, he never saw those two spiritual plants, and he didn't know whether Mo Zilan had fulfilled his long-cherished obsession since then.

The grass and trees beside the cold pool were withered and yellow. Fu Qing stared at it, wondering in a trance what Mo Zilan was thinking when he planted that spiritual plant.

The author has something to say: a bit of sluggishness

I wanted to ask the teacher of the Writers Association in the lecture just now, but I didn't snatch the boy next to me, so the rare opportunity disappeared

I spent a long time building my mind for nothing

Obviously I am raising my hand so viciously [crying] [crying]

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[Highlight] 10.25 revised the name of Ling Yumu