Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

The sky and the earth turned white, and the violent wind swept the furious snow, which soon covered the ground.

Icebergs were scattered here and there indiscriminately.The ground was cracked, and it was not known who had smashed the cracks. It was dangerous as if the world would collapse if touched.In the wind and snow, everything is fragile.

In the daunting wind and snow, a figure paler than snow walked alone.

The white snow soon fell on his head.

The snow is too heavy, even if it is shaken off, it is useless.Fu Qing let his shoulders and head covered with snow, closed his eyes and focused on moving forward.

In the drifting wind and snow, there is Fu Qing's own spiritual power, and there is also an inexplicable magical energy.The pictures in his consciousness flickered on and off, and his steps stopped and went, making his progress rather slow.

In his previous life, Mo Zilan told him many scary things about monsters in order to dissuade him from running away.

One of the strange snow demons can mess up the inside of the body before dying, dragging the enemy into its belly to die together.That group is rare even among snow demons. I didn't expect him to be lucky enough to meet him as soon as he was reborn.

The place where the sword pendant was lost has become a towering snow mountain.There is only a star and a half of contact, stubbornly giving Fu Qing hope.

After walking for a while, he noticed something was wrong.

The position of the sword pendant seems to be moving.Slowly but firmly, approach him.

Fu Qing was slightly surprised.The sword falls without spirit, the snow demon is dead, there should be no other living beings here except him.

This fleeting feeling quickly disappeared.When trying again, the induction of the sword pendant has become very stable.It stopped at a cliff.

After a while, Fu Qing stopped by the cliff.

There was a vast expanse of surroundings, and there was no trace of the sword pendant.

The connection between Jianzhu and him is indeed stronger than at any moment before.This strong perception, like ice water poured into the spine, makes people tremble, but they are more awake than ever.

If it is not the ground, it is under the snow mountain.

To be precise, the inside of this majestic snow mountain under his feet was sealed under a layer of hard ice and rocks.

Fu Qing paused for a moment, looking from a distance, he looked like a snowman rooted in an iceberg.

A figure flashed in the snow, and the fallen snow dissipated with the strong wind before it touched the ground.

Fu Qing stood up with one foot on the ground, and the natal spirit sword was unsheathed at the same time.

Qingyan moved randomly, and Jianfeng flashed a cold light.

That sword is extremely simple.

Simple as a new branch on an ancient tree in the sky, no one would think it has any power.

When it fell to the ground, the momentum suddenly changed.

That is not a so-called new bud, but a sharp blade that penetrates the trunk!

When the sword qi was stirred up, it caused landslides and landslides!

The indestructible snow mountain was forcibly split from the middle.There was rumbling thunder from the ground, and Fu Qingyujian went away in response to the sound.

He had been restraining his spiritual power before, so as not to stimulate the magic energy in Snow Demon's body and cause it to explode.

Now that the sword is falling, it would be too pitiful to shrink back.Just have to move faster.

The boulders on both sides rolled down one after another, and a blue light circled in it deftly, probing everywhere on the two walls, looking for the trace of the sword pendant.

But the sword pendant that was still here just now disappeared out of thin air.That weak connection extended to the foot of the mountain.

Aware of this, Fu Qing made a decisive decision and flew to the foot of the mountain under the control of the green smoke.

At the foot of the mountain is a thick demonic energy.The picture in his consciousness became more and more blurred, Fu Qing tensed his nerves, and took out the teleportation talisman from his sleeve, and when he got it safely, he withdrew.

The wind and snow became more and more violent, and the snowflakes condensed into small particles, hitting the person with a bang.

In the hurricane's ears, a somewhat distorted syllable flashed away.

"... respect?"

The overly familiar voice made Fu Qing pause.

He used spiritual power to keep his voice still: "Mo Zilan?"

The howling wind brought back a vague response.

But Mo Zilan could not be seen at all in his spiritual consciousness, which was almost covered with demonic energy.

Judging from the sound, Mo Zilan's position coincided with the sword pendant.

Fu Qing's voice was light: "Can you go? Come if you can."

After a while, the position of the sword pendant moved a little towards Fu Qing.

As expected, Mo Zilan was holding his sword pendant, and it was strange that the position of the sword pendant had changed suddenly.Although Jianzhuo has no feet, Mo Zilan's legs are more diligent than Fu Qing's imagination: this child should have stayed in Xuezong honestly.

Before Fu Qing asked Mo Zilan what was going on, he heard Mo Zilan's voice a little clearer, probably because he was getting closer: "The sword of the Immortal Venerable is indeed very fast."

The seemingly non-existent smell of blood was mixed in the chill, captured by the numb sense of smell.

Mo Zilan's voice sounded equally weak: "But I'm very happy to see the Immortal Venerable again while alive."

The voice in his heart told him that if he killed Fu Qing and integrated him with himself, he would be with him forever.

But this is wrong.

He has already tried.

Before he could react, Master died in his arms.

The body temperature is lower than ordinary people, and the cold is extremely fast.When Mo Zilan realized it, Fu Qing was almost frozen into an ice sculpture by the unrepressed cold air in his body.

That was a nightmare that Mo Zilan would never relive.

A voice told him that it was he who was wrong and outrageous, that's why the master left him.But another voice told him that if they merged into one body, they would be together forever.

Mo Zilan did that.He devoured Fu Qing's cold corpse, like a very hungry beast devouring a helpless white rabbit.

During that period of madness, he seemed to have attained bliss.

When he regained consciousness, he lost his master forever.

The second junior brother, who was always hated, used the sword Fu Qing gave him, pierced through Mo Zilan's heart fiercely, and strangled his heart to death.

The second junior brother said that for a monster like him, his heart must be smashed to pieces, so as not to come back to life and harm the world.

Mo Zilan didn't want to harm the world, he just wanted Fu Qing to be by his side.

Maybe a few more words.Don't dare to hope too eagerly, just be as strict as usual.

So when Mo Zilan sensed a trace of Fu Qing's aura on his junior brother's sword, he didn't hide at all, allowing the sword to bring him a miserable and painful death.

He doesn't want a lot.

He doesn't care about others.I just want that cold and bright fairy to give him a non-malicious look.

Is his request too high?

Mo Zilan suddenly felt wronged, and he expressed his thoughts in a crying voice.

"But I was a little greedy and wanted more...so I found it."

He stretched out his hand, and handed the blue-colored jade towards Fu Qing.

"It's very important. I touched it, am I a heinous person? But I want to be even worse, so that when the immortal sees this sword pendant again, he will remember it...

"It once stayed in the hands of my monster."

From his words, Fu Qing could hear the feeling of weeping blood.It is no longer like a confession, but more like a last word.

Mo Zilan shouldn't be like this.He is Gui Yizong's most proud disciple, and few people in the cultivation world dare to take the lead.Later, even if he became a demon, he was still the demon king who ruled all directions.When he gave an order, even the most arrogant monster would kneel down and beg for mercy.

Previously, Mo Zilan was reserved, but Fu Qing thought it was due to his withdrawn personality, and he was not good at interacting with others.

Listening to it now, this child is... because of him?

The omnipotent immortal venerable clenched his sword tightly, and stood still, with an anxious arc on his back.

In the dense devilish energy, Mo Zilan's breath revealed a shadow.

With a flash of Fu Qing's figure, he took the child's trembling body into his arms.The clear breath suddenly surrounded Mo Zilan.

The fresh smell of blood lingered in the nostrils, Fu Qing gently brushed the frost and snow from Mo Zilan's hair.

Fu Qing stretched out his hand to explore the sword pendant, and flicked his fingertips, as if Mo Zilan was startled by the heat and humidity of his palm, and moved away in a flash.

He retrieved the sword pendant and tied it back to Qingyan at will.

The lump in his arms was hot, and the roasted person was full of thoughts, and he couldn't ignore its existence.

Fu Qing hesitated again and again, and finally said those two words.

"...Don't cry."

As soon as these words came out, he felt the hot air clinging tighter, and his thin arms wrapped around his body.

But still the same as when they first met, sticking to that line fiercely, unwilling to hurt him.

He probed with his aura, and found that Mo Zilan had no internal injuries, the smell of blood was so strong, it was just too many scratches.He patted Mo Zilan's trembling shoulder lightly, channeling spiritual power into him to heal his injuries.

Unlike injecting vitality, the healing process is somewhat painful.Mo Zilan's body was fairly stable, but Fu Qing could guess that he was suffering secretly in a secret place.

He wanted to say something to distract the child, but was overwhelmed by what he said just now.After thinking about it, he asked, "When I drew the sword, were you in the mountains?"

Mo Zilan hummed softly, revealing the tremor in his voice.

Sensing the sudden tense body in her arms, Fu Qing patted his shoulder lightly, trying to make him relax.

Mo Zilan's voice was muffled, presumably the person who came here was also drowsy from the pain.

"Originally, I wanted to give the sword pendant directly to the Immortal Venerable. But I couldn't get out. I didn't react when the Immortal Venerable drew the sword, so I ran away when the road was cut out... I'm sorry... Am I right? It's better to die there..."

"No."

Instant answer.

He didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he found that when Mo Zilan spoke, there was a dark agitation in his body, as if it was going to swallow him up at any time.

Fu Qing used his mind to dispel the devilish energy for him.Mo Zilan's body trembled suddenly, but he gritted his teeth so as not to let out a moan of pain.

Pressing Mo Zilan's head with one hand, he pulled him into his arms.

Long, warm, slightly stiff, Fu Qing's hand.

Mo Zilan moved his body to move, but Fu Qing didn't give him a chance to struggle, so he continued.

"……Thank you."

The struggling stopped abruptly.

But Mo Zilan was so embarrassed that he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

In the wind and snow, Fu Qing's voice was quickly blown away.

Those words fell on the hearts of the two of them.

Mo Zilan could hear Fu Qing's violent heartbeat.But his tone was still as indifferent as usual: "Thank you for helping me find the sword pendant without risking your own life. You also helped me get rid of the snow demon before. It is a bit too much for me not to repay my favor."

"……No need to……"

The body in his arms was no longer cramped, but there was obvious frustration in his voice.

Fu Qing's voice was very light, with an imperceptible warmth: "What do you want? You tell me, and I will help you achieve it, as my thank you to you."

Mo Zilan didn't say a word, but lost his sense of proportion, and tightly hugged Fu Qing, strangling him so painfully.

He put his head firmly on Fu Qing's waist, his voice muffled, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

The boy asked softly in the arms of the immortal.

"I want to ask you to accept me as an apprentice, is that okay?"

The author has something to say: to accept apprentices, or not to accept them, that is the question.