Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Fu Qing: "You are..."

"It's today's soup. Let it cool down, and I'll put it away."

"Today's" soup.Fu Qing divided his mind to count the passage of time, and found that it had been ten days since he entered the Sutra Pavilion last time.

"It's been ten days, and you're still delivering soup?"

Mo Zilan was silent for a while, and then he sighed.

He said angrily: "You will never remember to take care of yourself. There is an elixir in the soup that nourishes the spirit and nourishes the spirit. Even if the celestial venerable doesn't eat it, I will keep giving it to you. The celestial venerable doesn't need to bother to drive me away..."

"give me."

Fu Qing interrupted him: "I was in samadhi before, so I didn't ignore you. Now that you have done it, give it to me."

He stretched out his hand, and Mo Zilan shook it in a mysterious way, but with the other hand he hid the soup cup behind his back.

Feeling slightly cool as jade against the palm of his hand, Mo Zilan clenched a little bit harder, and pulled Fu Qing to his residence.

"This soup is cold, I'll make you another..." Mo Zilan's eyes were wet, his hands were trembling, as if he was afraid of being pushed away by Fu Qing, "If you are willing to wait."

Like it or not, Fu Qing can't say.

He should inquire about Xunxianzhou's news, and solved Mo Zilan's physique earlier, which would be a relief for both of them.Besides, before entering the Library Pavilion, Mo Zilan lied to him about the explosive explosion of the bed, and he didn't expose it. There was already some estrangement between the two of them.

But his body didn't resist at all, he was dragged away by Mo Zilan while being stiff.

The child's palms were wet, and he was extremely nervous.But the steps are big, leaving a series of small footprints on the snow without going forward.

never mind.After all, the child couldn't control the devil's breath well, and he asked Mo Zilan to cook soup for ten days for nothing, so it didn't hurt to go there.

He remembered the time when he first met Mo Zilan in this life.At that time, the child was very nervous, not to mention leading him away, even if he took a step closer, he would weigh two or three points, for fear of bumping into him and losing his life.

Qin Lefeng often said that Fu Qing was gentle and passive, but Fu Qing never believed it, thinking that when he saw someone upset, he would cut it off with a single sword, how could it be related to these four words?

It's just that Mo Zilan is used to him now, which really makes Fu Qing doubt her own temperament.

In the past, because of Fu Qing's frail health, there was a warm array in the hut, but after all these years, it can still be used.It's warm, making people a little sleepy.Fu Qing closed her eyes and adjusted her breath for a while.

Originally, he just wanted to refresh his mind for a while, but he didn't expect that he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he still supported his head with his hands.

The wide sleeve slid down from the slender wrist, revealing a forearm as delicate as jade.The hand with distinct phalanges was hidden in the blue hair, and the brows were slightly wrinkled, showing a little fragility.

Smelling the delicious aroma of hot soup, Fu Qing blinked slightly, and slowly woke up.

Perhaps because of revisiting the old place, the memories that had been sealed up jumped out in many and disorderly ways.Learning calligraphy from Yu Shaozi, learning swords from the elder brother, being rescued by Qin Lefeng in distress, mixed with the struggle against the puppet curse when he was young, and the pain of cold air entering the body... Finally, Yu Shaozi was fixed on Yu Shaozi as a sacrifice for the world of self-cultivation own scene.

At that time, the cold air entered his body and closed the death test, and he didn't even see Yu Shaozi for the last time.

Fu Qing opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion that he didn't know what was going on.

"Xianzun, drink the soup..."

Hearing some noise outside, he was stunned for a moment, then he naturally picked up the soup spoon and took a mouthful to fill his mouth.

His eyes were still dull, innocent and fragile like a hedgehog with its belly exposed.

A gust of hot air came, and someone grabbed his wrist.Fu Qing suddenly came back to his senses, but Mo Zilan took his hand and stirred in the soup pot: "This soup can't be drunk directly, you can try it like this."

Fu Qing was startled, and finally followed the child's wishes and filled the spoon into his mouth.

Mo Zilan let go of his hand, retreated to the other side of the table and looked at him, his eyes were shining, as if he was expecting something.

Fu Qing swallowed the spoonful of soup and organized his words: "It's very interesting. What's the name of this soup?"

Inside and outside, cold and hot, all have different tastes.The refreshment and warmth were left at the end, and the full spiritual energy poured into the body, cleaning away the long-term ailments, and refreshing the gloomy spirit.

Mo Zilan's eyes were glued to his body all the time, Fu Qing didn't pay attention to it either.When I came back to my senses, the soup cup was already empty.

Fu Qing's eyes froze.Being fed by a child, but also gluttonous, what does he talk like.

But Mo Zilan said with a smile: "The way you eat is always... like someone I knew before."

After speaking halfway, he turned a little bit abruptly.Fu Qing pretended not to hear, and asked casually, "Who?"

Mo Zilan was silent for a while before answering: "My mother." He added: "You are all...very quiet. No matter how cautious you are usually, once you meet something you like to eat, you will be so focused that you won't notice anything."

Fu Qing was a little uncomfortable with being a mother for no reason, and it was inconvenient to ask Mo Zilan why he fell into Xue Demon's body alone, so he replied: "You learned all these cooking skills from your mother?"

Mo Zilan shook his head: "Her cooking skills are in a mess, and the food she cooks is hard to eat. I figured it out myself in order not to starve to death."

"Fumbled like this by yourself? How long have you been trying?" A puzzled look appeared between Fu Qing's brows.

Mo Zilan seemed to have been poked into a sore spot, he lowered his head and remained silent, instead walking silently to Fu Qing's side.

Fu Qing was thinking that he was mentioning something sad about him, and wanted to change the subject, when Mo Zilan walked up to Fu Qing's side, but suddenly rushed up and hugged him tightly.

Fu Qing didn't expect Mo Zilan's reaction to be so strong, almost at a loss, and reprimanded: "Let go! Mo Zilan, let go."

Those slender arms held Fu Qing tightly in his arms, and the slight pulse could be felt through the clothes around his waist.

"Probably decades. At the beginning, I couldn't make hot food, so I used fruits and vegetables to satisfy my hunger. Later, when there was a fire, I would burn the pot again. Even if I could eat it, my mother kissed her mouth so slyly, but she didn't eat it at all. But she doesn't know how to take care of herself, so I can only feed her. Even after that, she likes to lose her temper and refuse to eat. Often things are left cold and no one is seen..."

Afterwards, he seldom even saw a person, let alone took care of that person to eat.

A muffled voice came from Fu Qing's arms.

Mo Zilan murmured complainingly: "It's too difficult. I almost starved to death."

"What does it mean?"

Fu Qing grabbed Mo Zilan by the collar and tore him away from her: "How many decades have you lived?"

The child nodded blankly, shook his head again, and said aggrievedly, "I don't know...I've lived for a long time."

"you……"

Fu Qing couldn't even speak.

From his previous life until now, he always thought that when he was first accepted, Mo Zilan was just a child who didn't understand anything.The ignorant child suddenly turned into a little monster of unknown age, and Fu Qing still had a faint sense of loss in her heart.

It's just that in this way, Mo Zilan had been hiding his intelligence and age in his previous life.Then what is he asking for when he worships under his sect?

As long as a little testing is done, Mo Zilan's roots of cultivating demons in his body will have the upper hand.It would be easier for him to clearly follow the path of the demon cultivator.

"What do you want?" Fu Qing's voice became cold.

His eyes also lost the warmth just now, and he almost strangled Mo Zilan's neck and called him a liar.

Mo Zilan laughed bitterly: "If I say that I have no intention, will the immortal believe it?"

"No intention, turned into a child and mingled with me?"

Fu Qing's thoughts were mixed.Mo Zilan grew into a teenager within five years of his previous life, no different from ordinary people, so there is no reason to maintain a child's body for decades.But the root bones in his body are indeed in their infancy.Being able to master such transformation techniques, Mo Zilan in his previous life was much more complicated than he imagined from the very beginning.

"I didn't..." Mo Zilan broke away from his hand and shook his head desperately, but his whole body was showing signs of collapse, "I'm just... just a monster..."

He took two steps back, looking directly at Fu Qing with wet eyes, as if he wanted to engrave him in his eyes: "Renxiu has never looked down on me, I can't even tell their ages, they just want to kill me ... I don't know how people grow up, I can't grow up... Is it strange? Why, why do I have to kill you?"

When the question was asked, it trembled when it came out.

That's not what he meant... Fu Qing closed her eyes, suppressing the surging emotions from her previous life.If it's just a few days of deception, it can be said that it was done unintentionally.With the business plan of more than a hundred years in the previous life, how much fraternity should he use to tolerate Mo Zilan trampling on his sincerity?

But this Mo Zilan in front of him, why Gu?Besides, Mo Zilan in his previous life, although his physique had some clues, was not to the point where the devil's breath entered his body, and he could still cover it up a bit in front of people.

Exposing herself naked like a child in front of others made Fu Qing feel embarrassed even thinking about it.

Fu Qing opened his eyes, and met the child with a weeping expression on his face.

He heard Mo Zilan gritted his teeth and said to him word by word: "You obviously don't believe me at all, why do you pretend you don't care?"

Give him hope, and then trample on that bit of light himself.

He had hoped in his previous life that even if one day he couldn't suppress the devilish energy in his body, Fu Qing would not show disgust like others.

But the moment the Ping An Pei was shattered, the last bit of their master-student friendship was gone.When Fu Qing looked at him, there was only naked guard.

Even with bruises all over his body, he can still look up to his immortal.

But whether it was in the previous life or in the present life, why did he have to let his withered heart come alive first?

"Will it make you happy when you kill me like this?"

This was the most vicious tone that Mo Zilan could ask Fu Qing.

It fell into Fu Qing's ears, but it was full of depression and disbelief.

Fu Qing sighed inwardly.He has never been very good at coaxing children.Even though Mo Zilan was not a very serious kid.

So he can only express his thoughts in detail.

"No. I won't kill you. It's not a big deal."

"Learn if you don't know how to grow up, observe if you don't know how to cultivate, follow me if you don't know how to go."

"Starting from this year, you will grow up by one year every year until you are 20 years old. When you are in your prime, you don't need to grow up anymore."

Fu Qing looked at Mo Zilan with slightly downcast eyes.

"Don't you like the fixed wind whip? When you grow up to be 20 years old, I will give it to you."

By then, you should also be able to leave the Cold River Realm.

The author has something to say: Fu Qing: Is that mother you mentioned——

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As for asking for leave, I didn't expect to be so busy at the start of the school, plus I have to follow the word count before v, so I should ask for leave every Monday and Wednesday.That means no update tomorrow.

Then the little angel of the nine-color deer may have misunderstood what I meant QAQ, I mean today’s update is before nine o’clock in the evening, the little angel has been waiting for a long time, sorry QAQ