Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

It wasn't until the world was as dark as if covered with a layer of black frost that Fu Qing picked Mo Zilan out of the cold spring and threw him into his cave.

A sense of warmth swept over, and Mo Zilan, who was so cold that he almost lost consciousness just now, stayed for a while, then blinked in bewilderment.

The magic breath in the meridian has almost dissipated, and it is safe and sound for the time being.

It's just that I can't sleep in that bed today, either let Mo Zilan go out to freeze overnight, or...

Fu Qing: "I'll only keep you for one night, go back to sleep tomorrow night."

Mo Zilan looked at Fu Qing, and nodded very lightly and stiffly.

Seeing that his face was ruddy and the cold air in his body was almost gone, Fu Qing nodded and said: "Go back and get your things." He added: "You don't need to bring them all."

Mo Zilan raised the corners of his lips, and gave Fu Qing a somewhat incomprehensible smile.Before Fu Qing could ask any more questions, he ran away in a hurry, even his figure seemed happier than usual.

After soaking in cold water for an entire afternoon, it was full of vitality when it first came out, and there was no time for it to stop.

Mo Zilan left quickly and came back quickly, fearing that if he was too late, Fu Qing would abandon him.

A gentle spiritual force floated by, and Fu Qing slightly helped Mo Zilan lift the quilt in his arms with magic.

Mo Zilan thanked him, went into the side room in a regular manner, got in for a while, and then got out a little nervously.

Fu Qing went in to have a look, but he didn't see the bed, so he pondered for a moment and said, "There should be a bed for lying down, and you can sleep there."

"What about the immortal?"

Mo Zilan's gaze was projected over, but Fu Qing gently waved it away: "I have formed alchemy for many years, and I don't need sleep for a long time."

But his cold air penetrated his body and eroded his meridians, his body has been weak since he was a child, and he was more lethargic than ordinary monks who formed alchemy.Seven days without sleep still takes a lot of wear and tear on the body.

Mo Zilan walked two steps closer with his head down, stretched out his hand and tugged on Fu Qing's sleeve: "I'm afraid, can the immortal stay with me?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Falling asleep in a strange place, there will be evil spirits eating people in the dream." Mo Zilan let go of his hands and gestured, and said seriously, "It's darker than my eyes, harder than the shattered reflection on the ice spring Once caught by it, it will be eaten."

"Have you been eaten by it?" Fu Qing was a little concerned.

Mo Zilan nodded, then shook his head: "It doesn't eat me, it lets me eat people together. It will stuff bones dripping with blood into my mouth..."

He fell silent while talking, Fu Qing hummed suspiciously, motioning for him to continue.

Mo Zilan shook his head fiercely, his face turned completely pale, and even his voice trembled: "I can't say."

"Can't tell, or can't tell me?" Fu Qing was expressionless, "If you can't say it, you can bear it and go to sleep by yourself."

Mo Zilan pursed his lips, feeling as sad as if someone had thrown the gift he received and stomped on the ground several times.He carefully put away his remaining presents. After being greatly wronged, he was still like a little animal protecting his food, and he couldn't say anything if he couldn't say it.

Fu Qinglue waited for him for a while, and saw Mo Zilan carrying the quilt into the master bedroom calmly, without any softening in his attitude.

……never mind.

Even if he wanted to hear it, but Mo Zilan didn't want to say it, that's all he could do.

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The thick snow sucked in the sound, and it was night in the cold river, and it was eerily quiet.

In the Sutra Pavilion, not even a breath of wind can enter.Even the small sound of long sleeves brushing against each other when walking was abrupt and terrifying.The former owner, Yu Shaozi, likes to collect scriptures, which is the most restricted in the Hanchuan Realm.During the thousands of collections, Fu Qing was unable to read through it in his previous life.

Finding a more comfortable place to sit down, Fu Qing read the scriptures with a trace of consciousness.

He thought of the fragment from the bottom of the bed that he had hidden in his sleeve during the day.

There is only a small piece, and the magic breath in it is like a drop of water in the river and sea.But Fu Qing stayed with Mo Zilan for a long time in his previous life, and he sensed the huge icehouse hidden under the tip of the iceberg.

Seeing that it is just an insignificant small piece, if it hits, the iceberg will show its indestructible side.When Fu Qing noticed this corner of the devil's breath, he was really shocked for a moment, but there was not much magic breath in Mo Zilan's body, so Fu Qing guessed that the remaining magic breath existed in Mo Zilan's body, but it was forcibly sealed He couldn't let it out at all, which made him look weak.Otherwise, Mo Zilan's thin and weak meridians would have been burst by the magic breath, exploding and dying.

But this corner of the devil's breath made Fu Qing feel restless no matter what.The towering iceberg is at your feet, how to dispel it and move forward safely?

Difficult to get to the sky.

When the sky was twilight, Fu Qingfang withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the scriptures and let out a sad sigh.

Just at the right time, two blunt bangs burst in, bringing him back to his mind, and the sigh lost its tone.

The voice came from the door.Fu Qing stood up, approached the exit of the Sutra Pavilion, and with a flick of his index finger, put away the blindfold that isolated him from the outside world.

On the snow at the door, a cup of soup was placed neatly.Mo Zilan's breath was still lingering on it, so it was obvious who made this thing.

It turned out to be hot.When Fu Qing picked up the soup cup, she was slightly startled.

Pinch the top cover, steaming hot air rolls out with delicious taste.

Fu Qing squeezed the spiritual power, but there was no reaction, it should be just an ordinary ceramic jar.He only paused for a moment, and then felt that the soup became colder.

There are two eyes, the jet-black pupils that he thinks are well hidden, are looking this way without blinking.Fu Qing laughed, accepted his kindness, gently scooped up a spoonful, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The warmth flows through the meridians, as comfortable as falling into the clouds.Compared with it, how it tastes is secondary.

He has always loved to eat warm food, but he only mentioned it to Yu Shaozi and others.Mo Zilan was able to guess his taste, even though he hit it by mistake, he should have put in a lot of hard work.

Fu Qing scooped it gently with a spoon, but the green smoke suddenly sprang out from his waist, gently and unresistingly caught the figure in the dark, and drove him to Fu Qing.

The soup cup bottomed out, and the umami taste still remained between the lips and teeth.Ordinary people say that cannibalism is short-mouthed, Fu Qing relaxed a little, but his words were not much gentle: "Where did you learn the fire technique?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mo Zilan's slender wrist paralyzed in front of him.

Mo Zilan shook his head, and explained seriously: "I don't have spiritual power in my body, so I can't use spells. This soup has been heated outside Hanchuan and brought back. It doesn't take much trouble."

Not to mention how far it is from Fuyun Realm, it takes a lot of thought to make the soup.The previous fruits and vegetables also need to be handled with care.Fu Qing refused to make Mo Zilan, a child, busy back and forth for his little appetite.

Fu Qing squeezed two fingers, and pulled down the black sleeve, obliterating that fair skin from his sight.

Fu Qing said in a cold tone: "There is no need to do it in the future."

Mo Zilan's hand paused for a moment: "Don't you like it?"

"I never told you that I like it." There was a trace of helplessness in the cold tone.

Fu Qing folded the soup cup and handed it back to Mo Zilan: "The taste is not bad, but don't do anything unnecessary in the future."

Mo Zilan caught the soup cup and stood there without leaving.The sky was overcast and cloudy and covered the sun at some point, the sky and the earth and Fu Qing were all white, only his pure blackness and scorching heat stood there out of place.

He suddenly whispered: "Why... you don't like it?"

In the previous life, Fu Qing was not good at eating, so no matter how good-looking the dishes cooked by Mo Zilan were, he would only taste a few mouthfuls.But he prefers hot food, no matter what the taste is, he eats more than the other.

Why did he only dare to be sure of the things that he had spent decades in his previous life changing in just a few days?

"Thank you." Fu Qing softened his tone, looked at Mo Zilan and said, "You must be quite tired after doing so much, go back and rest. Today...you don't need to go to Yangshuo Spring to practice."

Because the spiritual marrow of the cold river state is not very useful for suppressing the magic breath in Mo Zilan's body.

Fu Qing persuaded the child to leave, and when he returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his face turned pale.

He closed his eyes, feeling uneasy again.Before he had time to rest, he plunged his spiritual knowledge into the vast sea of ​​books.

I don't know the date.

There was silence in the Sutra Pavilion, and the spiritual power was orderly, lighting up the scriptures.

Dawn and dusk alternated, and when the sun rose on the second day, there were suddenly two muffled sounds that were the same as yesterday.

The people in the room suddenly didn't realize it.

A small figure picked up the soup cup and looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with worry and bewilderment.

"Don't you want to talk to me..."

He waited anxiously.

Until the soup was cold, I didn't see that flying white coming out of the scripture storage pavilion.

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When Fu Qing came back to his senses again, he didn't know when it was going to be.

It's not that no clues have been found, but all the relevant records are saying that the natural demon body is not the so-called prone to demon physique at all.They were born demons, and apart from washing their marrow and cutting their bones and crushing their souls, they could not escape their fate of becoming demons.If you want to get rid of the magic breath in your body, unless Mo Zilan dies.

Fu Qing once wanted to cleanse Mo Zilan's bones with cold air, but it had little effect, presumably it was the effect of this enchanted destiny.Besides...he is still the Lord of the Demon Realm appointed by destiny, the only way is to be killed by the so-called protagonist.

How difficult it is to change one's fate against the sky, how could Fu Qing, who has recovered his life from such suffering and returned to the past, not understand.

The alchemist from Xunxianzhou in his previous life gave him the technique of seizing the sky and told him that if he practiced this way, he would die ten times and no one would live.

Fu Qing believed in it, and with the will to die, he practiced the Heaven Seizing Method.

At that time, there was nothing that Fu Qing would not do for his beloved apprentice.

It's just that in this life... Do you want to walk on that thorny road leading to hell again?

Fu Qingku sat for a while.

Finally, a deep sigh leaked from between his lips and teeth.

Thoughts are like knotted silk, the more you pull, the longer, the more chaotic.Fu Qing then sat up, ready to ask someone to pay attention to the news of Xunxianzhou.

This realm is drifting overseas, appearing and disappearing from time to time.The last time Fu Qing stumbled into Xunxian Prefecture by mistake when he was looking for Demon Realm, the alchemist told him at that time that he would never be able to enter again in this lifetime.I just don't know if he, the reborn who has confused the eyes of Tiandao, will have the good fortune to fool Xun Xianzhou again.

When he walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, he was a little surprised.

A small black figure was squatting down to clean up the small soup cup on the ground.

It was Mo Zilan.

Before Fu Qing could speak, Mo Zilan raised his head and stared blankly at Fu Qing.It seemed that he didn't expect him to come out suddenly.

As if thinking of something again, there was a hint of gloom in his voice.

"Xianzun?"

The author has something to say: Mo Zilan: You ignored me for a long time, why did you suddenly come out QAQ

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Tomorrow Monday, I will be busy writing reports.Make a sound of asking for leave, is that okay QAQ