Set things right [Quick Transmigration]

It took Xiao Yuyan a lot of effort to get up from the bottom of the cliff. He can't use it with his cultivation base, and he doesn't have the corresponding spiritual weapon to fly with the sword.He could only try to circulate the aura to the soles of his feet, so that he could walk like flying, which saved him a lot of energy.

Feng Wuque returned home five years later to pay homage to his relatives, and met Yan Xiao who was passing by by chance. Xiao Yuyan didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he went straight to his destination after getting up.

The Feng family is located in Jinzhou City in the south of the Tianyan Continent. It is a small cultivator family. The Yunding Gate where Li Feng Wuque lives is separated by half a continent.Yan's house is in the southeast direction, closer to Feng's house.

Xiao Yuyan traveled day and night, sat down to practice when he was exhausted, and found a place to lie down and sleep when he was tired. After half a month, he finally arrived in Jinzhou.

There are many cultivators in Jinzhou City. Cultivating immortals is no secret to ordinary people. You can often see cultivators passing by on the streets. There is a city within the city that is specially designated for cultivators.

Xiao Yuyan is now in this city within a city.

Xiao's father and Xiao's mother gave Xiao Yuyan the best. He is a qualified aristocratic boy, the kind of trait that makes people look like a child from a rich family even if he is dressed in tatters.

There were a lot of spirit stones in this ring, and Xiao Yuyan was full of confidence. He found the biggest shop and bought the most expensive vestments and artifacts, and was sent out by the shopkeeper respectfully.

Everything in the realm of comprehension is elegant and chic, this is the ethos brought up by the head disciple of Yundingmen and the senior brothers of the whole school.

Legend has it that this elder brother was born in a scholarly family, gentle as jade, elegant as a chrysanthemum, handsome and extraordinary, friendly to others, and a smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze. All the female cultivators in the cultivation world use the elder brother as the standard to find a Taoist partner, so this elegant style Just like that, it started to blow up, and even demon cultivators and evil cultivators also developed in this direction.

Yan Xiao has a good foundation, his appearance is above average, and he has a small dimple when he smiles. He is originally from a family, and Xiao Yuyan, the young master from another world, adds a lot of coquettishness.

He was dressed in a sky-blue robe, covered with a white veil, his hair was tied with a light-colored headband, and a long tail was pulled out behind him. A long sword with a scabbard with dark gold patterns hung on his waist, faintly shining in the sun. There was a flash of light.

Even if the elegant atmosphere blows up in the cultivation world, no one will wear it like Xiao Yuyan. After all, this is a world of the jungle, and killing people to win treasures is common. very rich.

There is a family in the city, no one dares to mess around, and anything can happen outside the city.

The Feng family was a small family in the city at the beginning, and before the accident, not many people supported them.Feng's house is not big, it is located on the edge of the city.

Ten years have passed, what the Feng family was like when it was destroyed, and what it is now, no one has cleaned up the pile of ruins that were burned in the fire, both to remember and dare not.

Xiao Yuyan stood at the place where the gate should have been. The two stone lions at the gate could no longer see their faces after being tempered by the wind and rain. He stroked the scorched rafters, as if he could see the glorious and happy family in the past, with children playing around. Some parents were chatting about trivial matters. It was an ordinary day, but the god of death was quietly descending.

A burst of great grief suddenly hit my heart, and the memory of Yan's family being wiped out came to me from the depths, which was so similar to Feng's family.

The ruthless sword edge, the mournful cry, there is nowhere to escape.

Xiao Yuyan couldn't bear it and knelt down, and his knees suddenly pressed against the bluestone slab, bringing a new pain to the newly healed bones, but this pain was not as good as the pain in his heart. This was the memory of Yan Xiao's body. Weeping for what happened to him.

Xiao Yuyan thought of his parents, his car accident, and the pain of a broken bone. In this brand new world, he will walk alone.

"who!"

Feng Wuque arrived here three days ago. During his five years in Shimen, he has cultivated from the sixth level of Qi Gathering to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and also allowed him to grow from a boy to a young man. His peers say he is a genius. He is 20 years old. It is rare in the world in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but he thinks it is not enough, how can he take revenge at this level.

Hatred tortured him all the time, and only by immersing himself in cultivation could he gain some peace.

He asked his master to go out to experience, one is for exercise, and the other is to find clues about the murderer.

The first stop when I came out was Feng's house.

He was standing in the place where his parents' room used to be. The candles for the sacrifice had been burned out. For the past three days, he had stood there motionless.

The sound from outside woke him up, turned over and fled outwards.

Then I saw that sad face that seemed to be carrying a lifetime of pain, which I will never forget.

"what are you doing?"

The voice was as cold as winter ice and snow, not like a question, but a question.

Xiao Yuyan turned around when he heard the voice. The person who came was dressed in a snow-white disciple uniform, with a long sword on his waist, and his hair was simply tied up in a bun. The most eye-catching thing was his face, which was as bright as the moonlight at night, and as awe-inspiring as a god in the heavens. , no words can describe the beauty of that face, but it won't make people doubt his gender.

Xiao Yuyan immediately matched this image with Feng Wuque, yes, and him, only the protagonist in this world can trust.He rushed towards Feng Wuque, and when the other party subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch him, he buried his head in his chest and cried loudly, from the first whining carefully, to howling loudly later.

When Xiao Yuyan had cried enough, an unknown amount of time had passed, crying so happily, Xiao Yuyan's whole body relaxed, and lazily stared at his chest that was covered in tears and snot.

"Yes, I'm sorry, hiccup, I stained your clothes, hiccup, hiccup." I couldn't stop my emotions for a while.

"It's okay, why are you crying like this." Different from the cold voice, the tone was soft, and the hand patted on the back was warm.

Xiao Yuyan was puzzled, Feng Wuque had gone through a big change, he was cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and ordinary people can't get close to him easily, let alone hugging a stranger and crying, and even helping him.Yan Xiao in the original text also let Feng Wuque let down his guard after going through a lot of hardships with him.

No matter, that's a good thing, Xiao Yuyan didn't want to challenge the protagonist's high IQ, so he decided to tell the truth and cheat for sympathy.

"Hi, I remembered, hi, my family, they died in such a tragic way, me, woo."

The mood hasn't subsided yet. Speaking of this, Xiao Yuyan wanted to cry again. He held his mouth and tried his best to suppress this desire.

The hands behind the back exerted force, and then he was hugged into his arms.Feng Wuque just hugged him quietly, as if waiting for him to cry again.

"..." I don't want to cry any more, and I don't want to smear those tears and snot on my face again, thank you.

He struggled to push away his embrace: "I won't cry anymore."

"it is good."

It seems that the protagonist likes Ruan Ruan Meng Meng.

Xiao Yuyan went into a misunderstanding before, thinking that it was necessary to fight wits and courage with that book runner. Now that he thinks about who the book runner who messed up the plot doesn't know who he is wearing, it is impossible to guard against. The best way is to directly attack the male lead. You have superb military strength, a brilliant tongue, and the protagonist in your hand, I have the world.

Xiao Yuyan continued to pretend to be cute: "Who are you?"

"Me?" Feng Wuque glanced at the dilapidated house, "It's just a duckweed in the world."

"I'm alone too, we just happen to be companions!"

Feng Wuque's eyes flickered, and he was alert: "You and I are just strangers."

"Who didn't start with a stranger? My name is Yan Xiao. Looking at your clothes, you must be a disciple of Yun Dian Sect."

"Yan Xiao?" Feng Wuque has been tracking down the murderer. He has carefully collected information on every place where the family was exterminated. This person named Yan Xiao is a member of the Yan family who was exterminated a year ago. Is it a coincidence or he survived by luck? ?

Xiao Yuyan smiled wryly: "Yeah, you've heard of it too, the Yan family who was exterminated. My limbs were crushed and my bones fell into the cliff. Now I'm climbing up!"

He looked at Feng Wuque with piercing eyes, "To tell you the truth, I want to enter Yun Dian Sect and take revenge after I finish my studies. Can you take me in?"

Xiao Yuyan realized that he was too careless just now, and met someone on the road who said that he wanted to be friends with you. What was your reaction? Feng Wuque was very wary, and he would be rejected if he approached directly. Fortunately, he came back witty, because It is safer to admire the master and approach him than to have a plan for him.

"I'm not qualified to bring people in. After three months, Yundingmen will accept apprentices every five years. You can try."

"But, I'm already 24, so I'm over the age limit."

Only then did Feng Wuque notice that the other party's cultivation was beyond his reach, and he was puzzled: "Are you the Golden Core Stage?"

"Yes, in order to reshape the severed limbs, I forcibly raised my cultivation level, but this is only on the surface. In a real fight, the Qi training period is enough for me to eat a pot."

Feng Wuque believed his words for the time being, as the lucky one who survived the bloody feud, in order to avenge alive, if it was him, he would choose to advance to cultivation first.

"You can follow me first, and then think of a way when you return to the teacher's gate."

Xiao Yuyan stared: "Really! That's great!"

Feng Wuque's original plan was to return to the teacher's school while traveling after paying homage to his family. He didn't plan to change the itinerary with one person, but he had to hurry up.

With no extra time left, the two purchased the necessary supplies and headed north.

Encountered a little trouble when setting off, Feng Wuque did not expect that Xiao Yuyan could not even fly with a sword, which is the most basic skill for home-traveling practitioners in the Tianyan Continent.

For the convenience of traveling, just after leaving the city gate, Feng Wuque taught him the formula and asked him to try flying.

The cultivation world is ranked by Spiritual Artifacts, Magical Artifacts, and Immortal Artifacts. The common ones on the market are Spiritual Artifacts, which are more than enough for Golden Elixirs. Magical Artifacts must be made by a special craftsman. Generally, they are not sold. Immortal Artifacts are only Each of the several sects has one, and others can't see it even if they want to see it.

Xiao Yuyan's sword is a low-grade magical weapon, the store's treasure, and he bought it at a high price. Some cultivators who transform the spirit only use magic weapons of this level.

A sword is a good sword, but the person who uses it is not so good.

Xiao Yuyan tried his Shuoyue sword a few times without even moving it, sweating profusely, he must not lose the chain at this critical moment! !How can I hook up with the male lead if you are so weak!

He calmed down, recited the mantra silently, pointed like a sword, swung it towards the sword lying on the ground, didn't move, swung it again, barely shook it, and didn't move again.

Xiao Yuyan's face was hot, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at Feng Wuque's face, and continued to toss the sword.

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