Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

Mo Zilan was still kneeling here with the smell of alcohol all over his body, and the cold river environment also smelled faintly of alcohol.You can't let Duan Qingchuan in, or Mo Zilan will order him not to try to save him.

The situation was urgent, Fu Qing said indifferently: "Kneel if you like."

Then, he summoned Qingyan, and Yu Jian rushed to the junction of Hanchuan Realm and Fuyun Realm.

Green smoke hit his side, rolling with snow like white sand, obliterating Mo Zilan's last consciousness.

Fu Qing reprimanded him for drinking Drunken Thousand Immortals and damaging his bones, but he didn't know that the daily cold spring soaking had already eroded his bones. It was all because of the abominable repair ability of this body that Fu Qing didn't discover it all the time. .

But today is wasting too much.

Mo Zilan's chest throbbed with difficulty, trying to absorb the moist and warm air that he needed to survive from the cold wind.

Master left in such a hurry, something must have happened.

Obviously...Master was ready to forgive him before, didn't he?

Something must have happened that made him leave in such a hurry.He had to follow behind to see, otherwise he would be too unwilling.If he hadn't followed before, the master would have to face that filthy monster in Xueyu.How could those things enter the eyes of Master...

Move your hands and feet...

Heh, the exhaled breath turned into a large cloud of white mist, sticking to his face, wet and cold, exuding a breath of despair.

He stood up staggeringly, but in the end he could only fall down powerlessly, his slender body stirred up a burst of snow mist.

The cold gradually receded, and his consciousness sank into darkness. Mo Zilan strenuously stretched out his hand forward.Climbing also wants to climb out.

He even thought he moved.

But until the end, his body was still on the spot.Didn't move a bit.

Almost at the same time that Mo Zilan fell, a pure white figure left and returned.

Before leaving the Cold River Realm, Fu Qing already regretted leaving Mo Zilan alone by the Cold Spring.

So he hurried back again, and carried the boy who had passed out in the snow back to his hut.

"Why are you still crying?"

Amid the ups and downs of consciousness, Mo Zilan caught Fu Qing's voice.

It's like hearing fairy music.

The slightly cool touch caressed his cheek and gently wiped away his tears.

"I'm not trying to kill you."

After putting Mo Zilan back on the bed, Fu Qing blurted out an explanation to the boy's struggling sleeping face.

When he came back to his senses, he was slightly annoyed that he would be chaotic if he cared about it, and he was in a hurry to get rid of himself before he woke up.After all, he was the one who made Mo Zilan kneel, so he couldn't get away with it.

He really wasn't being vicious just now.

I was just worried about whether I could see the living boy tomorrow.

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Not knowing where Duan Qingchuan would come from, Fu Qing planned to stay outside Hanchuan, always be careful.

His knuckle fingers were clasped on the hilt of the sword, and he rushed forward to stop the person just waiting for the Qingyan sword to move slightly.

Duan Qingchuan, the famous sword master in the world, is an extremely sharp sword. Qingyan, who is also a sword, has the most keen perception of him.Senior brother Fu Qingzang seldom succeeded, and the few times he succeeded, almost all depended on Qingyan's keenness.

Almost the moment Fu Qing stopped, Qingyan began to buzz.

under?

The sword energy on Qingyanjian was beating, pointing to a narrow gap in the cliff at the junction of Hanchuan Realm and Fuyun Realm, an extremely dangerous natural moat.It is covered with frost, and the soil is slippery, and even thorns are not willing to grow on it, and there are even fewer footholds.Whoever goes that way will be twice as slow as usual.

If you don't take a good road, do you have to break into the sky?Fu Qing had doubts in his heart, but his figure didn't stop. Holding the green smoke, he drew a faint spiritual light in the night sky.

There are steep mountain walls on both sides, Fu Qing had to be careful and push Qingyan forward with difficulty.

The sword body trembled more and more, it didn't seem like the excitement of seeing an old friend, but more like anger.

fraudulent.

With a flash of thought, Fu Qing tapped his toes, jumped up from the sword, and released the green smoke to free himself.

Getting rid of the long-standing suppression, Qingyan trembled excitedly, drilled deep into the stone wall, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

No matter how powerful Duan Qingchuan is, he will not come from the mountains.That is something strange in the mountain.He just waited for Qingyan to drive out the source of the strangeness before he made further calculations.

The uneven stones on the mountain wall were touched by Fu Qing's feet, and his clothes flew up, rubbing them up little by little.

When the top of the cliff could already be seen, there was a sudden earth-shattering explosion from under the cliff.

The spiritual power swayed in circles like a tide, and the mountain disintegrated and fell like a puppet that had lost its support.There were bursts of chill, and even the fallen boulders were stained with frost.

It's Duan Qingchuan's spiritual power, but it's weaker than him.Someone stole Duan Qingchuan's spiritual power, no wonder Qingyan was so angry.

It's just that if you distinguish more carefully, you can still find the sword intent belonging to Fu Qing.

...that sword talisman that mixed his and Duan Qingchuan's auras.

Fu Qing thought of this almost instantly.A flash of inspiration flashed by, and he tried to grab it, but his feet lost speed, and he could barely dodge the falling boulder.

He was prepared to suffer some minor injuries, but unexpectedly fell into an embrace that was glowing with abnormal heat.

"The Immortal Venerable, don't move."

The man was holding Fu Qing weakly, but he tried his best to block the falling rocks with his body.

Fu Qing wanted to struggle, but was worried about hurting Mo Zilan again, so she had to put on a layer of spiritual power to protect her body, and watched his every move, and when Mo Zilan made any changes, she hugged him instead.

The stone mountains outside Hanchuan were also soaked in sword energy, not to mention the green smoke stirring in it, and Fu Qing's body protection spiritual power did not dare to stick to Mo Zilan, so the young man ate a few times solidly, his face pale as Paper.

When Fu Qing watched him relax, he pulled the man into his arms, blocked him with his body, and covered the two of them at the same time with the spiritual power of body protection.

Fu Qing looked at Mo Zilan, and the young man also looked at him.

——When did you wake up?

— when you go and come back.

nonsense.He carried the man back, not to let him run out to die.Fu Qing protected the man in his arms, and moved left and right among the endless rubble.

"I need your help?"

The spiritual power fluctuated like mountains and seas, and even the voice of Fu Qing blessing with spiritual power was not very clear.

The care under the rage is like honey, and it penetrates into the hearts of the people.The corners of Mo Zilan's mouth curled up, but he didn't dare to show it too much, he just pulled it into a wry smile.

It wasn't until Fu Qing took him and managed to get out of the turbulent flow of spiritual power that he came closer, his eyes wandering to tell the truth.

"I came out with the immortal, and hid near the mountain wall. If I don't come, I will die in the rocks."

After hearing this, Fu Qing's anger disappeared suddenly, but he still kept a straight face: "Go back and rest well, don't follow me out next time."

Mo Zilan was still holding on to his arm, but he tightened his hand when he heard the words, but as if afraid of scaring him, he immediately flung it away.He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

The rumbling sound in the ear suddenly stopped, only the slightest chilling sound of freezing.

Before Mo Zilan realized what had happened, Fu Qing's expression suddenly turned cold, and his thin lips curled into a nervous arc.

Qingyan patrolled around, seeing that there was no threat, she sheathed her sword consciously.

There was a slight sound of clang, which brought back Fu Qing's thoughts.

He gently put Mo Zilan down, and turned around by himself.

A strangely shaped iceberg appeared in front of the two of them.Among them, there are many shadows, and every shadow is a mountain that has just collapsed.

The shaking of the sky and the ground seemed to be an illusion, and all the sounds between the sky and the earth were wiped out.The thick ice, as tough as iron, devoured the rocks in an instant and shaped it into a twisted iceberg.

There is only one man in white on the top of the mountain.

He stood with the sword in his hand, and it was just an ordinary black iron sword in his hand, but it looked like a peerless weapon that cut iron like mud.

Seeing that the crisis had been resolved, Duan Qingchuan indifferently withdrew his sword and jumped down from the top of the iceberg.

After getting closer, he smelled the smell of alcohol on Mo Zilan's body, and his face turned even darker.

His tone was extremely cold, almost murderous.

"Drunk Thousand Immortal?"

Fu Qing straightened his back, and looked at Duan Qingchuan lightly.

This senior brother Jian Zun was already very angry.Unlike Fu Qing, he got angry very directly.When he was angry, he released coercion, forcing people to be weak, wishing to kneel down in front of him and grab the ground with his head, even monsters did the same.

Often when I really kneel down, I can hear the sound like icicles breaking on the knees.

Fu Qing's moves come with snow, Duan Qingchuan himself is an ice blade.

But the more terrified the angry Duan Qingchuan was, the more he could not retreat.

Mo Zilan behind him seemed a little cramped, Fu Qing told him calmly: "Go back and kneel properly."

"Do not--"

As soon as a word came out, Fu Qing interrupted: "Go back, this has nothing to do with you."

"Fu Qing." Duan Qingchuan in the distance suddenly said, "It's related."

Before he could say another word, Fu Qing turned her head and said to Mo Zilan viciously: "Get lost! Go back and kneel!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Zilan finally reluctantly opened his legs, as if he wanted to walk back to the Hanchuan Realm.

Fu Qing knew that the young man hid a communication talisman in his hand, lit it with spiritual fire, and he would go away in a short while.Can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.The child can go back and coax him, but Duan Qingchuan has to make sense now.

His way of protecting people is to behead the enemy in front of him, so as to prevent future troubles forever.When it can't be cut off, it loses its sense of propriety, like a hedgehog that has huddled itself up, stabbing anyone who comes close first.

But until the pure sword energy from Duan Qingchuan's body approached, Mo Zilan was still in place, and suddenly threw his hand away as if he had been stabbed by something.

A piece of teleportation talisman that was bubbling with cold air fell on the thick snow.Mo Zilan's spiritual fire was still burning, and the messenger talisman was ignited by a little bit, and finally turned into ashes.

"Qin Lefeng said that you picked up a natural demon body, don't kill it, keep it." Duan Qingchuan froze Mo Zilan as well, and asked Fu Qing, "Is this the one?"

Fu Qing responded in a low voice: "I have agreed with Qin Lefeng, give me three months to consider."

"I didn't talk to you."

"You can say it now." Fu Qing gritted his teeth.

Duan Qingchuan didn't speak, and Fu Qing also fell into silence.

Mo Zilan was completely frozen by Duan Qingchuan, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he couldn't say a word.

Duan Qingchuan's pure sword intent made the demon in his body aware of the danger of going deep into the bone marrow.Under the layer of solid ice outside the body, the magic breath soared, like a viper in the dark, watching the outside world, and wanted to stretch out the snake letter to test it——

"You dare to release a little bit of magic breath today, from now on we will never see each other again."

Fu Qing's sound transmission was like a tailor-made cage, which properly bound the savage and growing demonic breath, so that he could no longer be a demon at all.

The strange look in Mo Zilan's eyes disappeared, replaced by deep worry.

He rarely met Duan Qingchuan in his previous life.But every time they met, the sword master's murderous intent towards him seemed to solidify, probably because he was considering him as Fu Qing's apprentice, so he didn't really make a move.Compared with the master, this former uncle is the one who is truly merciless to monsters and demon cultivators.

After bringing the master back to the Demon Realm, Mo Zilan and Duan Qingchuan fought for the first time, and they were beaten to the point of defeat, and their bones were completely destroyed.If it wasn't for his disgusting physique, he might really lose his life at the hands of this world famous sword master.

Later, when he heard that Duan Qingchuan's ruthless way was broken and his corpse was thrown into the wilderness, the all-powerful demon lord Mo Zilan breathed a sigh of relief.

But now, the master doesn't let him be a monster. As a person with extremely poor talent... how can he help?Mo Zilan had no clue.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

Until Duan Qingchuan's voice sounded coldly: "You are confused."

"Save one person, but kill tens of thousands. I thought you could tell which is more important."

Fu Qing stood obediently without making any rebuttal.

There is no denying it.Even if there were no "millions of people", just because Duan Qingchuan died at the hands of Mo Zilan in his previous life, Fu Qing should have killed the child.

But for some reason, he wanted to see the child's future, and wanted to watch him grow up well.

I really want to.

The author has something to say: There is a red envelope in the comments of Chapter V today.There are two updates at midnight, and one update will be written when I wake up tomorrow, and it will be updated before [-]:[-].