Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

The spiritual power in the body is about to move, wanting to break the restriction and rescue himself from the situation of no retreat.

Fu Qing suppressed his spiritual power.Now is not the time, when he breaks through the spiritual power blockade, it will not be a problem at all if his escape route is blocked.

While the earth was shaking and the sky was shaking, he slowly moved towards the inferior magic weapon.

After walking a few steps, a new heat source appeared around him.

The hair on his back stood on end, sensing danger, he dodged into the distance without thinking.

The heat source seems to be a small burst formation, which is usually not dangerous, but if someone passes by, it will burst open immediately.

This kind of thing can't even kill a Golden Core cultivator, but it is completely harmful to the original spirit of the Cold River Realm.Even the inferior magic weapon was shattered into slag in this small-scale explosion.

Fu Qing approached again and probed carefully, but only caught a wisp of spiritual seal on the magic weapon just now, which quickly disappeared.

Although I couldn't find out which one they belonged to, there are not many in the cultivation world who can use spirit seals to make magic weapons, only Wanxiang Sect and Wuqing Sect.

Yu Shaozi would definitely not place a mechanism to destroy the Hanchuan environment here, and the person who arranged the small array and the magic weapon must be an outsider with evil plans.

The cold air and heat waves were mixed and fluctuated, as well as some spiritual power and sword intent that Fu Qing was familiar with.Fu Qing frowned even tighter.

He and Duan Qingchuan practiced here, at least for a hundred years, and it was quite normal for the sword intent to seep into the interior of Hanchuan.He and Duan Qingchuan had speculated before whether someone stole their sword intent from the Cold River Realm and made it into a sword talisman.

It's just that firstly they didn't find any suspicious person's behavior, and secondly, it was not so easy to make a sword talisman with the scattered sword intent in the Cold River Realm.

But what if... Fu Qing frowned slightly, and walked towards the center of Lingyuan.

Sensing the increasingly strong sword intent, his heart sank.

Immediately afterwards, anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

This outsider who plotted against Hanchuan Realm is probably the same person who made the sword talisman they were looking for.He stole the spiritual source of Hanchuan Realm, and set up so many traps.Fu Qing dodged carefully, but sensed many small formations that were not triggered.

If these formations are triggered at the same time, the Cold River Realm will suffer heavy damage.

"Shameless villain..." Fu Qing's tone was terrified, and the murderous aura that naturally rose from his body almost started another explosion, "I'm going to cut you down."

He walked a few steps deeper, and felt the cold air attacking people, piercing into the bone seams like steel needles.Any heat must be surrendered here, this is what the soul of the cold river should look like.

It's just that when I think of this, I want to kill that shameless villain who sneakily attacked Hanchuan.

Fu Qing exhaled, shook his sleeves lightly, and exposed his hands.

Just by raising his hand, his fair skin was covered with frost.The slightest bit of pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but Fu Qing's movements did not stop.

He directly covered the surface of the spirit marrow with his hand.

The spiritual marrow that others would die at the touch of a touch left a little affection for Fu Qing.The cold air didn't freeze him into an ice sculpture, but the abundant spiritual energy helped him break through the spiritual power restriction in his body.

The spiritual power was out of control, and it continued to flow towards the spiritual marrow.

The cold energy in Fu Qing's body comes from the same source as the spirit essence of the Hanchuan Realm.Such feeding back can help the spiritual marrow repair the parts worn out by those inferior magic weapons.

It's just really too difficult.

Even his breathing was icy, and his hair and eyebrows were already covered with frost and snow.There was no trace of blood on the face, and the eyes eroded by the cold were slightly narrowed and lifeless.He is not like a living person, but more like a statue cast by people for a fairy.

The spiritual power was emptied, making Fu Qing almost dizzy.It's just that he still reads something.

The cold river environment has been damaged to such a degree that the inside is already trembling and screaming, and the restriction with the outside world must have been opened by itself.

That kid Mo Zilan was still outside, if he came back and found out that he was locked outside, he would be very sad.If the other children, or even Mo Zilan from the previous life, were heartbroken, Fu Qing would not bother to take a look.But it happened to be Mo Zilan in this life.

Fu Qing thought of yesterday, the drunk young man, his lips were as red as blood, and tears rolled down his dark eyes.

It's like hitting people's hearts.

He was too afraid that Mo Zilan would cry.Reluctantly, Fu Qing pulled out a sliver of concentration, took out a communication talisman, and wrote on it with spiritual power.

"The cold river is shaking, and the ban will be closed on its own."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence.

"No problem, Mo Nian."

The spiritual power in the spiritual marrow is messy, and I don't know if the messenger spirit butterfly can stand it.He was slightly worried, and let Lingdie out.

The spirit butterfly was trembling, as if it would be wiped out in a second, but fortunately, it stretched out its wings tremblingly, and flew out.

But before he blinked a few times, he felt dizzy again, and flew back in the direction of Fu Qing, spinning around.

Fu Qing's heart sank.If it can't be passed on... then it can only be faster.

It's just that today I'm afraid I have to draw more than half of my spiritual power to make up for the damage to my spiritual marrow to a barely acceptable level.

Don't be in a hurry.Fu Qing sighed lightly.

The strong cold air and spiritual power enveloped him completely. Although his body was damaged, he was so happy that he almost fell drunk.

Fu Qing closed her eyes slightly, and after accepting the cold air from the spirit marrow, her face turned into a faint pink due to the rich spirit energy.

Feeling relaxed and happy, but extremely dizzy.

This state was broken up by a sudden intrusion of heat.

The strong magic breath is suffocating.

Fu Qing suddenly opened his eyes, seeing darkness in front of his eyes, as well as his spiritual sense, he felt that he was enveloped by the magic breath.

Passionate, aggressive, Mo Zilan's magic breath.

Startled, Fu Qing tore her hand away from the spirit marrow, stepped back half a step, and unexpectedly fell into a hot embrace.

Fu Qing said: "You go."

He had worked so hard to mend his spiritual marrow, and Mo Zilan barged in with his demonic breath, and if he was not careful, all his previous efforts would be wasted.What's more, the little thief's skill is so profound that he didn't dare to enter the spirit marrow. This kid really didn't think about anything, so he rushed in with a burst of energy.Fu Qing was angry and funny for a while, and also felt sad from nowhere.

He pressed Mo Zilan's arm, and completed what he said just now: "I'm with you."

The spirit marrow stabilized temporarily.If there are still problems, the two senior brothers can help solve them.But Mo Zilan, if he doesn't coax him, he might be sad for a long time.

He pushed, but Mo Zilan was still sticking to him, not moving at all.I would rather go with him.Fu Qing had no choice but to give up temporarily, and only led him out.

He took every step carefully, worried about his soul, and also cared about Mo Zilan.He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he had withdrawn from the core of the spiritual marrow, and that neither the spiritual marrow nor Mo Zilan had much influence.

He also said: "No matter how worried you are, you can't rush around. If I'm not here, you might not be able to get out of the cold river today."

Mo Zilan still didn't respond, but his breathing was heavy, as if he was crying again.

"Don't cry, you're not a child anymore." Fu Qing stretched out his hand to rub his head, but remembered that his body temperature was too low at this time, and he was afraid that he would freeze the child, so he paused in mid-air.

Mo Zilan's hot palm suddenly pressed against his, stretched out his hand, and clasped his hand into his own.

The aggressive aura suddenly approached.

Before Fu Qing could react, the soft and hot breath pressed against his forehead.

As if he was afraid of disturbing him, he split it with one touch, leaving only a burst of hot and humid breath.

Fu Qing was slightly taken aback: "Have you tried my temperature?"

But if he just tested the temperature of his forehead with his hand, how could the breath left behind be so hot?

Mo Zilan lightly touched Fu Qing's lips with his fingers, only smiled and responded.

Fu Qing tapped his forehead lightly, but didn't notice any abnormality, it was because he was so sensitive to temperature that he hallucinated after staying in the soul marrow for too long.

But I heard Mo Zilan say: "I'm sorry... I thought something happened to you and you couldn't control it... The magic breath came out by itself..."

The tone is soft and low, but the warm breath is sprayed in the person's ear, and even the joy of regaining the loss will penetrate into the other person's soul.

"I feel like I should be more pitiful, so you don't punish me. But I'm really happy that you're fine, so please drive me away..."

You drive me away, but I will crawl back when I crawl.He secretly made up the second half of the sentence in his heart.

He originally thought that Duan Qingchuan closed the restriction of Hanchuan Realm and wanted to drive him out.Hearing the constant tremors in Hanchuan, Mo Zilan thought of something worse.

Will something happen to Fu Qing?

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would laugh at him for caring so much and it would be messy.Hanchuanjing is Fu Qing's home, even there is not safe, where else can he go?

Mo Zilan also laughed at himself, but when he thought that Fu Qing might lie coldly in front of him again, the magic breath could not be restrained.

So he knew that he might just be a fool who made a lot of fuss.

"When I came here, it was snowing in Hanchuan. It's your snow. It's so cold."

The swordsmanship Fu Qing practiced can change the sky and attract Lingxue. If Qingyan loses his owner when he becomes a feather, it will attract an extremely grand snow to see him off.

When Mo Zilan realized that Fu Qing was dead in his previous life, snowflakes were already faintly falling in the sky.

But he was too domineering at that time, he didn't want Tiandi to tell him that Fu Qing was dead.

At that time, because of the forbidden spell of the monster, he was able to completely control Fu Qing.So he was obsessed and cut off Fu Qing's last snow.

But in this life, if that snow was born because of Fu Qing's transformation, what else could he use to deceive the world?

Seeing Fu Qing standing lifelessly in the center of the spirit marrow, Mo Zilan could hardly control the demonic breath in his body.

He was glad that he saw the messenger butterfly that kept spinning in time.Glad I got it under control.Otherwise it is really irreparable.

Fu Qing looked outside, and there were indeed some snowflakes, which should have been attracted when he forcibly broke the spiritual power blockade just now.He knew that he had frightened this easily frightened child, but no matter what he said to comfort him now, it was a little too thin.

Fu Qing then said: "Mo Zilan, kneel down."

Mo Zilan didn't move, still hugging him tightly.That posture seemed to be afraid that once he let go, Fu Qing would disappear in front of him.

Well, I dare not even listen to his words, so what will happen in the future.Fu Qing felt that he had to show some airs, so he pretended to be fierce and threatened Mo Zilan: "If you don't kneel again, you won't have a master."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Qing's hand was released in a panic.

At the same time, there was a loud blunt sound in front of him.

The boy's voice was a little tentative, mixed with unresolved sadness and uncontrollable ecstasy.

He called softly: "...Master?"

The author has something to say: Fu Qing's ferocity level: three years old.