[Quick Transmigration] I have nothing to do with it, I am forced to hang up

Huangfu Qijia was entangled again by Chen Zhuo and his gang.

He is not well qualified, has a withdrawn temper, and has never been very social. He has no other good friends except Li Luo, because his aloofness and aloofness make many people dislike him.

Although the status of the outer sect disciples is not very high, there are quite a few small groups one by one. Huangfu Qijia is a loner, he doesn't know how to cater to others, and he doesn't know how to swallow his anger. People with such a temperament have no background, so they are naturally others. Objects that cannot be seen.

Now that I can't get used to it, it's a pastime to bully him from time to time.

Of course, most of the time, Huangfu Qijia would fight back fiercely, although the final result was to bruise himself all over.

Fortunately, Shangqing Palace is a well-known decent school, and strictly stipulates that fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other, and those people don't dare to kill each other no matter how much they hate Huangfu Qijia, otherwise, with his proud temperament that never bows his head, can he live It's still two words today.

And Chen Zhuo is probably the one who hates Huangfu Qijia the most among those people.

Chen Zhuo is a son of an official, but in Shangqing Palace, let alone a son of an official, even a person who was born in the royal family cannot be ranked here. He was sent to Shangqing Palace because of his good aptitude for cultivating Taoism. He was even selected as a disciple by an elder.

When he was full of ambition, the disciples who used to be in the outer sect together were very flattering to him now, only Huangfu Qijia still had a dead face, which made him more or less unhappy.

He was unhappy, and of course the culprit couldn't be better off, so Huangfu Qijia, who was walking on the road in good order, was stopped just like that.

He was taken aback, a little dignified, there were five opponents, and he was alone. It was a pity that Li Luo wasn't around. If he was there to make jokes, it might be able to relieve him a little bit. No matter how bad it was, he could have more helpers. Huangfu Qijia saw Looking at Chen Zhuo's arrogant face, he really wanted to punch him.

Chen Zhuo clicked his tongue twice, and said: "Isn't this Mr. Huangfu? I heard that you were rejected again in this inner sect general election. If you don't have that talent, you can just work as a handyman and go to the elders once a year to embarrass yourself. Now, I'm ashamed for you!"

He spoke so harshly that he immediately hit Huangfu Qijia's sore spot, and the people behind him laughed.

His hands clenched into fists in his sleeves, his nails almost sank into the flesh, Huangfu Qijia tried his best to control the anger that kept rushing up in his heart, the opponent was no longer an outer disciple, but the apprentice of Elder Zhou, the inner and outer disciples The difference in words is something he can't afford to offend.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by a person in a timely manner, and turned in another direction, still standing in front of a figure.

"What exactly do you want!" Huangfu Qijia took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Chen Zhuo pulled out the saber at his waist, and said with a sneer, "I don't want to do anything, but the master passed down a set of sword techniques a few days ago, and I want to ask Brother Huangfu to learn it!"

As soon as the last word fell, his sword had already pierced, and there was no time for Huangfu Qijia to refuse.

When they were both outer disciples, the two were still able to fight evenly. It's just that Chen Zhuo worshiped his master and after some guidance from senior monks, although it was only a short period of time, he faintly had the ability to overwhelm Huangfu Qijia. trend.

Especially the set of swordsmanship he used, restrained the person in the sword to death, and after a while, Huangfu Qijia was wounded. This is why the most important thing for a cultivator is to find a good master. There is a huge difference between a person with the same talent, who has great guidance, and who is groping forward by himself.

Amidst the jeers of the onlookers, Huangfu Qijia was hit on the back with a slap, and fell a foot away. The moment he fell to the ground, a round stone a little bigger than a slap fell from his messy lapel. Zhonggululu rolled out and fell into the grass not far away.

It was this stone-like thing that made Mu Qinghua, who was just passing by and didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, appear and stand in front of several people.

The corners of the snow-white clothes appeared abruptly in front of Huangfu Qijia's eyes. They were simple and clean, without any lines or patterns, and were as soft as the clouds in the sky.

The white skirt shook, and a slender, warm, flawless hand came into view, and then picked up the round, inconspicuous stone on the ground.

Huangfu Qijia pursed his lips, but finally couldn't hold back, and said, "That's my egg."

"So it's an egg?" Mu Qinghua carefully looked at the thing in his hand, and then said: "I'll exchange something with you, this egg for me?"

Huangfu Qijia was stunned, and the others were not much better than him. He could at least say a word, while Chen Zhuo and the others had already knelt tremblingly on the ground, not even daring to take a breath. .

Although I have never seen a real person before, but privately, Mu Zhenjun's miniature was sold for a high price of [-] spirit stones!

If it was someone else, hearing that Zhenjun Mu had taken a fancy to something in his hand, he would have offered it respectfully without saying a word, but Huangfu Qijia was still able to kneel up straight, gritted his teeth and said: " If it is something else, the disciple will definitely offer it with both hands, but this egg is the only thing that the disciple brought out when he left home, it is very important to the disciple, so please forgive me."

All eyes shot at him, Chen Zhuo and the others almost had the word "stupid" written on their faces.

What is Mu Zhenjun's identity, even the head of the Shangqing Palace dare not refuse so clearly, let alone a small outer disciple, and the other party is not taking it for nothing, but promises to exchange things, that is Mu Zhenjun, really No. 1 in Taoism, even if he took out any thing casually, it is the treasure that monks dream of. It is much better than this ugly egg with no peculiarities at all. There are still people in this world who dare A fool who offended Zhenjun Mu? !

Mu Qinghua lowered her eyes slightly, met those stubborn eyes, and said indifferently: "This is just an ordinary monster egg, not a treasure, and it is not beneficial to you but harmful. You will not suffer from trading with me."

Anyone who mentions the monster race is extremely repelled. Huangfu Qijia is just an ordinary outer disciple. It is known that he has a monster egg on his body. unfavorable.

"This is indeed a monster egg." Huangfu Qijia said bravely, "But it is just a dead egg, and there is no life in it."

There is indeed no breath of life. Mu Qinghua touched the rough surface of the eggshell, and the spiritual energy invaded bit by bit along the fingertips. All he could detect was a piece of chaos and death. Huangfu Qijia could see things. Of course, he could not I can't tell, but this egg gives him a very strange feeling. He has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years. Although he doesn't have the ability to detect the future and calculate all the secrets, he can still catch some premonitions in the dark, especially Regarding myself, let's meet soon, Ye Chonglan!

A gleam of warmth flashed across the black eyes, which was too fast for people to notice.

"I am determined to get this egg." A faint coercion radiated out, the kneeling person was breathless, and those with weak willpower were already limp on the ground, "Give me something, and you can take any treasure from Qianchong Pavilion."

Qianchong Pavilion is the place where the treasures of the Shangqing Palace are hidden. As the No. [-] school of cultivation with profound foundations, the treasures of Qianchong Pavilion are what everyone in the world dreams of, and what Mu Qinghua is talking about is any treasure in Qianchong Pavilion. There are no rules and no bottom line, even if Huangfu Qijia took the best one, it doesn't matter, if someone finds out, she will definitely be jealous to death, at least the eyes of Chen Zhuo and others looking at it will almost make that lucky person explode It was shot into a sieve.

Huangfu Qijia's heart was moved. No one could resist this kind of temptation. Trading a dead egg for a treasure that a cultivator dreams of is like exchanging a stone for the wealth of the whole world, no matter how meaningful this egg is , it is just a dead egg, the one who doesn't change is a fool, the number one fool in the world.

He put his hands on the ground, and just about to bow down, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at Chen Zhuo, and a very bold idea flashed across his mind, little by little sweat stains floated on his body, mixed with blood, It made him look extraordinarily embarrassed, but his lowered eyes were excited.

His forehead was on the ground, and he could smell the smell of mud. His voice was not loud, even a little hoarse because of the injury, but he clearly understood every word, "I don't want any treasures, I just ask the true king to accept me as a disciple!"

His voice trembled a little, and he put all his courage into these words. There was silence around him, and there was only one thought in Chen Zhuo's mind: This man is crazy.

Zhenjun Mu never accepts disciples, this is something everyone knows, even the head of the sect tried to persuade him several times but failed, so why would he accept such a disciple with not so good aptitude?Just for an egg?

To put it bluntly, in the Shangqing Palace, even if Mu Zhenjun took a fancy to something in the master's hands, Daoxu would still offer it with both hands respectfully, let alone an outer disciple who would exchange treasures Already superior enough, Huangfu Qijia went even further.

Just when Mu Qinghua was thinking about whether he was too talkative and whether he should grab it, the aura that penetrated into the egg suddenly felt a slight fluctuation, and then he clearly felt that the egg in his hand was still alive the previous moment. The dead can't die anymore, but in the next second, there are traces of life.

It's not an illusion, little by little life force condenses in the egg, and then forms a living body.

Mu Qinghua's heart moved, she couldn't care about the affairs here anymore, and only said, "Go back and clean up, and someone will take you to Hidden Sword Peak." With a wave of his sleeves, he disappeared in place.

Only a few people remained in place in a daze, and it took a long time to slowly realize, is this a promise?accepted? !How can it be? ! !

In this way, Chen Zhuo and the others' eyes were not only jealous, but wished to tear Huangfu Qijia into pieces. Why did this shit luck fall on this annoying guy? Why didn't they do it like this? A magic egg! !

For a long time since then, there has been a strange craze in the Shangqing Palace - collecting monster eggs, or the dead monster eggs, maybe someday they will be taken by Zhenjun Mu? !Maybe he could be accepted as a disciple by Mu Zhenjun? !

Losing to such a person, all the geniuses in Shangqing Palace who wanted to worship Zhenjun Mu as their teacher said that they were not convinced at all!