[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist wants to kill me

Lin Run immediately became anxious when he heard that, and struggled to run away from Zhu Wen. He was just here to see people, not to go with them.If he left, how would he explain to the immortal when he turned around.

"Let me go, I won't go with you."

Zhu Wen wondered, the children he had seen in the past, when they heard that they were going to cultivate immortals, which ones were not elated, hugged their parents and cried bitterly, as if they would become immortals tomorrow.The child in front of him was about to burst into tears, Zhu Wen lost his mind again, and Lin Run had already bit Zhu Wen's wrist.

"You child..." Zhu Wen let go of his hand, he wasn't afraid of pain, he was already at the Jindan stage, so he was not afraid of a child's teeth, he just subconsciously protected himself.He raised his snow-white sleeve, and there was a faint saliva mark on it. Compared with the blood of monsters, this saliva is not much lethal, and it also loses face.

"The Kuntian faction is a big faction. Ordinary people don't have the good fortune to enter the Kuntian faction. Now that you have the spiritual root to be able to enter the Kuntian faction, this is a blessing from several lifetimes of cultivation. If you don't cherish it, ask humbly. I spent my whole life in this mortal world in a daze, seeking some useless fame and fortune."

Zhu Wen preached a lot, and Lin Run got impatient for a long time, but he was blocked, so he could only put his hands on the rockery, and he continued to listen with an expression of displeasure, "You don't care."

Zhu Wen was furious.

I think he is also one of the best figures in the Kuntian sect, and whoever is not a respectful senior in his daily work, and senior sister Ling argues with him, and this time he will meet a little bastard who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth...Zhu Wen stared at Lin Run for a few seconds, He said with a gloomy smile, "I can't control you, but your father can."

Why didn't he understand that the reason why Lin Zhenghao invited him to wait for a group of people to stay here was that he wanted to get his sons and daughters to test their spiritual roots.Now that there is a ready-made good son in front of him, it is expected that Lin Zhenghao will definitely give it up.

Zhu Wen just wanted to reach out and grab Lin Run and pinch it under his arm, but Lin ran away from Zhu Wen as smooth as a loach, standing proudly behind Zhu Wen and humming twice, expressing his victory After the testimonial, he was about to go back, but he felt a tightness behind his back, and he was lifted up.

"Let go of me!" Lin Run yelled angrily.

"When you see your father, let it go." Zhu Wen said, striding towards the main courtyard.

At the other end of the main courtyard, Lin Zhenghao was taking his wife and Ling Dairong to chat and laugh. Mrs. Lin was holding a handkerchief. When she came, she changed three clothes and headgear, and finally changed into this homely attire to see Ling Dairong.

Three gold hairpins, a pair of pearl earrings, and a shoulder cape with light yellow butterflies and flowers, sitting in this fragrant and warm room, with the demeanor of a noble lady, if his wife sees her, she will definitely say hello .

But she just didn't dare to say a word.

"Dare to ask what sect and sect the immortal master is?"

"Kuntian faction."

"Kuntian, what a good name. The mountains and rivers are all the spirits of Kun. Qian is the sky, and the earth is Kun. The word Kuntian contains the heaven and the earth. Your school is really famous and upright, and it is full of righteousness."

Ling Dairong just propped up his hands and said lazily, "Well, probably."

How did she know the origin of the name of the Kuntian School? In the morning class, she either sleeps or eats, so only the little old man Zhu Wen will carefully write it down.

Ling Dairong's indifferent attitude made Lin Zhenghao's heart sweat, and he secretly poked Mrs. Lin with his elbow, suggesting that she speak a few words.

Mrs. Lin's eyes were almost raised to her throat, and Lin Zhenghao would forcefully drag her onto the stage. Seeing Ling Dairong's youthful appearance and beautiful face, the first thing she said was, "Your sister is married?"

As soon as Mrs. Lin said this, she wanted to go underground. Lin Zhenghao, who was beside him, was extremely embarrassed. He complained that Mrs. Lin was useless, and he apologized with a smile, "Don't blame the fairy teacher, Zhuo Jing hasn't read a few words, I don't know how to measure."

Mrs. Lin, who was familiar with "The Commandments for Women" and "Four Books for Women", dared not open her mouth to refute.

Ling Dairong dropped Jiansui, who was playing with her, and smiled indifferently, "It's okay." She took a look at Mrs. Lin, then retracted her gaze and said, "You don't need to call me sister, after all, I am older than you."

Lin Zhenghao said with a smile, "Master Immortal, Zhuojing has already..."

"I'm over a hundred."

Lin Zhenghao didn't dare to say any more.

"I don't know the age in the mountains, but the world has passed a thousand years. This is what I said." Ling Dairong stood up and stretched, and heard the shouting outside from a distance, stopped talking and said to the two of them, "Go out and have a look. "

The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what Ling Dairong meant, and finally followed Ling Dairong out of the house and came to the courtyard.

Not long after, Zhu Wen brought Lin Run to appear in front of the three of them. Ling Dairong didn't know what the two of them were thinking, but saw Zhu Wen walking towards this side with a child in his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this for?"

"Shuanglinggen." Zhu Wen stopped walking, with obvious joy on his face, "A good young man practicing swords."

Hearing this, Ling Dairong took a few glances into Zhu Wen's arms, and didn't think Miaozi was so good, but felt that it was a pity that he was a boy.

She wants to take in a girl who is fragrant and soft, and who can wear beautiful skirts for her.

Lin Zhenghao, who was behind Ling Dairong, was surprised and delighted, and took this opportunity to step forward and say, "The dog is so stubborn, I hope the immortal master will forgive me."

Zhu Wen laughed loudly, "It's very good to be alive."

Lin Zhenghao followed with an apologetic smile, guessing in his heart that this matter was probably going to happen, his Lin family was going to produce immortals, and he would also belong to the clan of cultivators in the future.

"I like this son, I don't know if Patriarch Lin can give up his love." Zhu Wen said with a smile.

"Being favored by the immortal master is the blessing of the third generation." Lin Zhenghao wished that Zhu Wen could accept his Lin family. Although he was an unfavored bastard, the blood of the Lin family still flowed in his bones, and the natural Lin family he would support in the future.

"Let me go." Lin Run felt uncomfortable being trapped, and vaguely heard that his father was going to give himself to this person, and said everything out of desperation, "I won't go with you, I have a master."

Lin Zhenghao hurriedly said, "He is a gentleman who can read and study."

"The immortal said that as long as I can draw Qi into my body before spring begins, he will accept me."

The father and son talked to each other, attracting Ling Dairong's attention. Compared with Lin Zhenghao's literacy and reading, Ling Dairong believed in the matter of drawing energy into the body. He took a few steps closer and asked, "Where is your master?"

Lin Run was really not so stupid to report Gu Bai's location. He rolled his eyes and saw Madam Lin standing aside, pointing at Madam Lin and shouting, "This is true, Madam can testify for me."

Mrs. Lin was overwhelmed by the old vinegar in her heart. She wanted to go back to rest, but she was caught by Lin Run. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she forced a smile, "Run'er has indeed left early and returned late these days, sir. Have you forgotten that you have lost your temper over this?"

Lin Zhenghao thought, I don't know if the little bastard went out to be a prostitute or to learn art from a teacher, but now there are outsiders present, he tried to save face and smiled, "Exactly, look at my memory."

"Yes, the bamboo basket fetching water is useless." Ling Dairong said to Zhu Wen after listening, "Don't let the other disciples go, so as not to beat the younger ones and come to the old ones."

Even though Zhu Wen was extremely unwilling, he still put him down, and said to Lin Zhenghao with a calm face, "What about your other sons, call them all out, I want to test their spiritual roots."

Ling Dairong chuckled, knowing that Zhu Wen was trying to pick the wrong one. A son has dual spiritual roots. If they are related by blood, brothers and sisters will also have some spiritual roots.Seeing that Lin Zhenghao got busy, she turned her head to look for Lin Run, but saw that kid took this opportunity to run out of the courtyard, and Zhu Wen's eyes not far away were hesitant to speak.

"Really?" Ling Dairong asked him.

"You don't have to worry about it." After Zhu Wen finished speaking forcefully, he lowered his head to take out the spirit weapon.

Ling Dairong was also in a bad mood after being labeled a cold ass, he just finished the quarrel two days ago, it would be strange if he could reconcile, so Ling Dairong also walked away, leaving Zhu Wen to do the spiritual root test alone.

On the way back, Ling Dairong thought of Zhu Wen's stinky face that had never changed for thousands of years, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he thought about Lin Run's words again, and he thought about it.

Accept it if you can draw qi into your body, which means that this kid is not yet someone else's apprentice.If she went to talk to that fellow Taoist and asked him to give up the kid to her, wouldn't Zhu Wen be so angry that he would die.

The more Ling Dairong thought about it, the happier he turned his spirit energy to hide his movement, and followed Lin Run's steps secretly. He saw Lin Run running to the residence in a hurry, and when he saw the woman living there, he shouted, "Mother."

"Go fooling around again, where did you remember everything I said?"

"Mother, I know I was wrong, mother is the best, don't hit Runer, Runer is afraid of pain."

Listening to the warm words of the mother and son, Ling Dairong couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. Seeing that the clothes Fangniang was wearing were half-worn and not new, he felt a little pity for this woman in his heart.

Master always said that it is not easy for female cultivators, but in her view, it is even more difficult for mortal women.

Thinking of this, Ling Dairong listened to Lin Run's speech again, "while they are all busy, I want to meet the immortal and talk to the immortal."

Ling Dairong guessed that the opportunity had come. This Lin Run was still a young boy who knew how to plan before making a move. It was a good time for her to follow up.

She watched Lin Run bid farewell to Fang Niang, and ran out of the Lin Mansion protecting the things in her arms. She crossed the long street and exited the city gate. Walking to a wasteland in Qingluo Mountain, Lin Run stopped, took out a jade ring from his bosom, activated the formation and disappeared in front of her eyes.

Teleportation array?Ling Dairong drew out his long sword, and took a few steps forward tentatively. The wasteland was chaotic and yellow, the cold wind was bleak, and it was a scene of decay, but there was nothing else.

Ling Dairong knew that it was a blinding method, so he closed his eyes to gather spiritual power in them, and opened his eyes again, and there was a teleportation array on the ground, which is an extremely common teleportation array in the world of cultivating immortals. It can be activated only by spirit stones, and the master of the array Probably because he felt that he was in the mortal world, and no monks would come here, so he made the simplest way to facilitate the boy's travel.

"You also have to think about how the uninvited guest came." Ling Dairong took out a spirit stone, and stood in the center of the formation holding a long sword.