[Transmigration Book] Forced to the days of the Holy Father

After the black crow was rescued, he stayed in Cangyun Peak, nicknamed it: "Looking at the beauty".

The boss didn't say anything about it.

Yan Runzhi and others told Xuanjizi the truth about the situation at the foot of the mountain. After hearing this, Xuanjizi was silent for a long time, and finally waved them back.

The black crow is always restless, from time to time he goes to the spirit beast garden to "trick" the spirit bird, or wanders around the spirit sword gate, basically the entire Yunwu Mountain has been visited by it.

It flew around, and met Qi Lin at Jianjian Peak.

He was competing with another man in white and black, restraining that man with one hand, and throwing him out with five points of spiritual power.

There was blood in that mouth, but he stood up with a smile, and said: "Senior brother's skill has improved again."

Qi Lin glanced at him, frowned and said: "After you go back, recite the mental method a few more times."

Black Crow felt a little bored, and was about to leave, but Qi Lin saw him, and said lightly, "You're here."

It fluttered its wings, as if it didn't understand what he said, and didn't answer.

The black crow rolled his eyes suspiciously, then flew away.

Qi Lin kept watching its distant figure, which gradually turned into a black spot in the sky and disappeared.

"Senior brother, do you know this crow?" asked the person who just competed with Qi Lin.

"Old friend." Qi Lin only said these two words.

The black crow came to Yunzheng's room and found that he was not in the room, only the Jixing sword was left here.

I guess something must have happened.

It leaned in front of Jixing and lightly touched the blade with its claws. The Jixing sword, which originally refused to be touched by outsiders, did not bounce the crow away, but showed a beautiful blue light little by little.

The black crow smiled, and the hoarse and dull voice before turned into a man's gentle voice, "Ji Xing, long time no see..."

The soft voice sounded like someone was painting on paper, and the pen and ink touched the paper, slowly blurring.

With a trace of softness, a trace of nostalgia.

Yun Zheng was in the medicinal herb garden at this time, and an old man beside him watched him carefully irrigate the spiritual grass with water containing spiritual power, and then cleaned out the rest of the weeds and put them aside, with a smile on his face.

He gently placed his hand on the spirit grass, and his fingertips sprinkled a few beautiful sprays of water, which slowly sprayed on the medicinal herb.

"Yunzheng, it's been hard work, it's no wonder you still have time to accompany me, an old man. You must be very tired when you come back, why don't you take a rest?" The old man's hand touched the ground, and a thick mat immediately appeared on the grass. Looking at Yun Zheng, he said, "Come on, sit with me for a while."

"Yes, uncle." Yun Zheng withdrew his hand and smiled.

He sat with the old man, listened carefully to what he said, nodded from time to time, with a bright smile on his face.

This old man is Liao Chengyuan, the younger brother of the head of the sect and Yun Zheng's uncle.

I usually like to be in contact with flowers and plants.

So he took the initiative to take over the task of taking care of the herb garden.

Yunzheng liked to come here when he was young, and took care of the spiritual grass with his uncle. Later, when he grew up, he could not carelessly play and spend most of his energy on cultivation. Although he would come here, he could The time you stay can't be compared with before.

This time when they came back down the mountain, Xuanjizi asked them to go back and rest for a few days to recharge their batteries.

In the past few days, Yun Zheng has come here often, not only helping to take care of the spirit grass, but also chatting with the uncle more, helping him relieve his boredom.

"The master school recruited a lot of outer disciples before, did the uncle choose some to come to the herb garden? There are only a few people in such a big herb garden, how can you come here in such a hurry." Yun Zheng said.

Liao Chengyuan smiled after hearing this, "A few days ago, there were also some disciples who were assigned here, but my uncle thought they were clumsy, and was afraid of accidentally hurting the spirit grass here, so he didn't stay and let them all go back."

"But you are alone here, how can this work?" Yun Zheng looked at him worriedly, "I saw you often took care of the spiritual grass without sleep and rest, and had no time to rest. If it goes on for a long time, even a practitioner will not be able to bear it ah."

Suddenly thought of something, Yun Zheng's eyes lit up, and said, "Why don't I go there with you to see if there is any suitable candidate."

"Okay, okay, then the uncle and Yun Zheng will go to the outer door, let my little nephew be the eyes of the uncle, and find some good candidates."

The disciples of Spirit Sword Sect who have not yet been assigned to each gate peak live in a side hall, waiting to be assigned.

Usually, I help clean up nearby, or help other people do things.

On this day, because they had nothing to do, many people gathered in one place to facilitate talking.

The newly recruited outer disciples are basically from the same village, and most of them are acquaintances.

Not long after, I heard a senior brother surnamed Zeng who brought them to the side hall before said very politely: "Uncle Liao, Junior Brother Yunzheng, all the new disciples are here."

That Senior Brother Zeng came in with two people, an old man in a white Taoist robe, and a handsome elder brother they had met at the foot of the mountain before.

After Yun Zheng saw them, he smiled slightly and said, "Do you still remember me?"

The group of children replied excitedly: "Remember!"

After hearing this, Yun Zheng smiled and took Liao Chengyuan's hand, "Uncle Master, these children are the disciples we recruited back from the mountain before."

After saying this, he looked at the person who brought them here just now, and asked, "Senior brother, are these people who haven't arranged where to go yet?"

The man nodded and explained: "Not long ago, some uncles and uncles selected half of the people, some were in Chilian Peak, some went to Spirit Beast Garden, and some were responsible for cleaning Jianjian Peak, and others Feng also selected some people to go back one after another, Cang Yunfeng did not choose new disciples, and the herb garden managed by Uncle Liao did not choose anyone."

"Master and uncle have really similar temperaments, they are both people who are afraid of trouble." Yun Zheng teased.

Liao Chengyuan laughed and let Yun Zheng make fun of him.

Yun Zheng's eyes fell on one of the children, he let go of Liao Chengyuan's hand, walked to the disciple who was wearing the uniform white and green clothes of the outer sect, and asked him gently: "What's your name?"

"Xiao Mu." He replied softly.

"Do you know how to take care of herbs?" Yun Zheng asked again.

"Yes! My family used to grow medicinal herbs." Hearing the word "herb", his eyes lit up slightly.

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "The spiritual herbs in the medicinal herb garden are different from ordinary medicinal materials, but since you know the medicinal materials, you can take good care of them if you want. Come with me..."

He brought Xiao Mu to Liao Chengyuan, and asked his uncle, "Uncle, how do you think he is?"

Liao Chengyuan took a look at the child in front of him, and found that his eyes were clear, and his eyes did not escape, unlike those sinister and cunning people, he nodded slightly: "Then follow Yun Zheng's intention."

"Uncle Liao, the herb garden is so short of people right now, so you can just pick a few more people," said the senior brother Zeng.

Under the persuasion of the two of them, Liao Chengyuan, together with the talented Xiao Mu, finally selected six disciples to return to the herb garden.

When Yun Zheng saw that someone was helping Master Uncle to take care of the herbs, Master Liao would not have to be so busy looking after the herbs in the future, so he immediately felt relieved.

Thinking that he hadn't gone back for almost a day, he hurriedly bid farewell to Liao Chengyuan.

Liao Chengyuan quickly agreed and told him to go back and rest quickly.

Yun Zheng went back and found that there was another person in the room. Bai Jin was sitting at the table, looking at the Jixing Sword curiously. Hearing the familiar footsteps, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and said: "Master, you are back."

"Bai Jin?" Yun Zheng asked doubtfully.

Afterwards, Yun Zheng looked at his face and smiled: "You don't look very good today, you haven't recovered from your injury yet? Why don't you rest in the room."

Yun Zheng stretched out his hand and told him to sit down.

Bai Jin's eyes dimmed, and she asked in a low voice, "Master, why haven't you come to see me recently, did Bai Jin do something wrong?"

Yun Zheng was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, unable to laugh or cry: "I've been helping my uncle take care of the herbs recently, and I'm thinking of coming to see you in two days. Besides, why am I angry with you?"

"Then will you come to see Bai Jin tomorrow?" He asked Yun Zheng expectantly.

Yun Zheng nodded.

Bai Jin's expression brightened instantly.

"At the foot of the mountain, I found a few interesting things. I thought I would give them to Master, but I got injured. When the injury healed, Master had already gone down the mountain." At this time, Bai Jin seemed to have forgotten that day Seeing the pain from the tragic death of his parents, he was smiling at Yun Zheng and talking to his master about the things and things he encountered during those days.

Yun Zheng couldn't bear to disturb him, and he didn't want to mention the previous time, for fear of touching Bai Jin's scar.

All he could do at this moment was to listen.

Yun Zheng sighed secretly, but smiled on his face.

When Bai Jin's injury is completely healed, the master should have someone take him to Hidden Sword Peak to pick out his natal magic weapon, but Yun Zheng thought about it later, and later that night in Xunxian City, he saw Bai Jin Yujian Leaving, did Bai Jin already have her own magic weapon?

He was about to ask, but he heard footsteps outside, and someone came in again.

Bai Jin raised her head and looked over, her eyes sank when she saw the person coming.

His hands, hanging behind his back, were clenched tightly, and the joint bones were a little white.

When Yun Zheng saw the visitor, he was stunned for a moment, and called out in doubt: "Chu Zhaoran?"

Chu Zhaoran walked in straight, found a familiar place and sat down, as if in his own home, he smiled and looked at Yun Zheng, and then he seemed to notice Bai Jin, and asked, "Who is this?"

The author has something to say: 23333 is a little wolf who knows what to ask.

This chapter should be called: Love rivals are extremely jealous when they meet_(:зゝ∠)_