Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

When did he hold Feng Tinghan in his arms? !

Why did he hold Feng Tinghan in his arms? !

Fu Sigan shyly withdrew his hand, and changed the subject pretending to be calm: "Now that you have mastered the method of cultivation, it's time to find a magic weapon for your hand."

"Does Master have any recommendations?" Feng Tinghan asked with a smile.

"Anything is possible." Fu Siqian glanced at him, "Do you have something new?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Siqian turned and went ashore: "There is no rush on this matter, you should practice hard first, and it won't be too late to bring it up later."

The wind passed through the forest, and the leaves rustled. Fu Siqian cast a spell to dry the moisture on his body, and shook off the grass clippings on his sleeves, and then he looked into the lake: "The lake is cold, it should be earlier Come up."

Does Xianzun know that the lake is cold?Feng Tinghan ground his teeth, pretending to be innocent: "What do you think of the nine-section whip, Master?"

Nine-section whip...

[The Demon Lord has a lonely and arrogant personality, and he doesn't want to be the same as others in everything. Even the magic weapon is unpopular. A nine-section whip crosses 31 sects in the demon world, and kills countless masters in the cultivation world. 】

In "Supreme Divine Lord", the Nine-section Whip is directly connected with the Demon Venerable Feng Zhiyuan, and the face wearing the silver mask appeared in front of his eyes, and Fu Sigan said "very good" in a strange way.

Feng Tinghan smiled lightly: "Master thinks it's very good? Why is it so good?"

Fu Siqian said vaguely: "There is a man of great beauty who is used to wielding the nine-section whip. Although I have never fought against him, I have heard of him, very good."

Is there only one person in the world who is used to using the nine-jointed whip, so magnificent?Tsk, this is interesting.

Feng Tinghan curled the corners of his lips: "Since the master agrees, then I will use the nine-section whip."

In "Supreme Divine Lord", the hero's magic weapon is obviously an ancient divine sword, Fu Siqian asked doubtfully, "You don't use a sword?"

"You don't need a sword." Feng Tinghan came ashore, he didn't know what to think, and smiled brightly, "I also want to be a magnificent person."

Fu Siqian remembered who he said was the most magnificent person, and just wanted to say to Feng Tinghan: You don't have to.

He tapped his fingertips to dry off the moisture on Feng Tinghan's body, and the latter approached with a smile: "Thank you, Master."

A room was vacated in Suiyu Palace as a kitchen, Fu Siqian asked Feng Tinghan to cook and eat by himself and then went back to his room. He got up too early today, and now he is sleepy and very tired.The morning and evening bells rang throughout Mount Wuji, and he was woken up just as he fell asleep. Le Zhengcheng sent a message, asking him to go to the Hall of Sages as soon as possible.

Fu Siqian sighed, being a Laoshizi's immortal is really troublesome, he summoned Sanqiu, thought for a while and went to the kitchen, and said to Feng Tinghan: "Don't mess with it, I'll take you to the dining hall in Wuji Mountain to eat , I just went to the Cangbing Pavilion after eating."

Feng Tinghan couldn't get what he wanted, so he immediately dropped the things in his hands, and the two of them flew with their swords all the way, and they flew directly to the Hall of Sages before stopping.

A lot of people gathered at the gate of the hall, Fu Siqian pulled Feng Tinghan to a corner and gave some instructions before entering the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, there was a voice: "Zhaoyuan Xianzun is so big, let a group of people wait for you."

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, and recognized who this yin and yang person was, Mingguang Immortal respected Ye Mingguang, this person had a bad relationship with the original owner, and every time he met, he would sneer at him.

Before Fu Siqian opened his mouth, Xiao Nianyuan began to smooth things over. He has a soft temper and always wants everyone to be kind: "Sister Mingguang, come and taste this pastry. I brought it back from the mountain. It's very popular recently."

Yan Junxing lowered his eyes and smiled lowly: "But the peach blossom cake that just came out recently?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Nianyuan handed him the cake, "There are many people queuing up in the city, so I went to buy it early."

Fu Siqian glanced at the hall, and resigned himself to taking a seat next to Yan Junxing, he really didn't want to be next to Ye Mingguang.

Yan Junxing took two pieces of peach blossom cakes and gave one piece to Fu Siqian: "Zhaoyuan, try it?"

Fu Siqian waved his hand: "No need."

"Yan Junxing, why bother." Ye Mingguang snorted and laughed, "I was so eager to be humiliated, I didn't know you still had such a hobby."

Fu Siqian raised his eyes to look at Ye Mingguang, the original owner could bear it, but it didn't mean he could bear it: "I don't know, some people take talking with guns and sticks as a hobby, today can be regarded as an eye-opener."

Ye Mingguang jumped up against the table: "What do you mean?!"

Xiao Nianyuan sighed: "Sister Mingguang..."

"Ye Mingguang, why bother." Yan Junxing ate the cakes slowly, "Did Immortal Xihua pay attention to the words on the oiled paper when buying cakes?"

"Writing on oiled paper? I haven't noticed that."

Yan Junxing swallowed the peach blossom pastry in his mouth, and said with a smile: "It is said that this peach blossom pastry is very popular, some people should eat more, and have the luck of the pastry, so that what they say will not be annoying, Ye Mingguang, you eat more."

Ye Mingguang's face darkened, and Fu Siqian squinted his eyes and laughed out loud. I have to say that Yan Junxing's mouth is quite pleasant to talk to.

Xiao Nianyuan gave up persuading, and just ate cakes on his own, quarreling, quarreling, he didn't get involved.

After all, there was no quarrel, Le Zhengcheng rushed over from outside the hall, and dropped a big bomb as soon as he sat down: "The Demon Lord is dead!"

Fu Siqian's eyes were like a knife: "What do you mean?!"

Le Zhengcheng rubbed the center of his brows: "Literally, Mozun, Feng Zhiyuan, is dead!"

The person wearing a silver-white mask, with black hair and red lips, said with a smile, "The moonlight is so beautiful, let's share it with you"... Fu Siqian touched the mustard seed in his arms, and his heart seemed to be full of waves, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Yan Junxing snorted and laughed: "Where did the news come out? It's so outrageous."

"A traitor has emerged from the 31 gates of the demon world, and the demon venerable Feng Zhiyuan was besieged, and it is reported that he has already fallen." Le Zhengcheng sighed, "The 31 gates have already been fought. Where do you think the news came from?"

Fu Siqian sneered. This matter was not mentioned in the original book. As the biggest villain in "Supreme God Lord", Feng Zhiyuan should not die, nor can he die.

Yan Junxing put down his teacup, waved his fan thoughtfully, "It's fake."

Le Zhengcheng said: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. What's important is that the 31 sects are in chaos now. Everyone in the devil world is not restrained, and some people have already started to make chaos everywhere."

Ye Mingguang frowned: "Is there any news from other sects?"

Le Zhengcheng looked stern, and said nothing.

"Something happened." Yan Junxing flicked his fingertips, and said in a deep voice after a long time, "Is there a sect that I can't get in touch with?"

Xiao Nianyuan raised his eyes in surprise: "Is that what I thought?"

Yan Junxing closed his eyes: "Nine out of ten."

Le Zhengcheng nodded: "There is news that Zhujian Villa has been wiped out."

Zhujian Villa is a small sect, Fu Siqian thought for a long time, but he didn't think of any description about Zhujian Villa.

"It's not enough." Yan Junxing raised his eyes and met Le Zhengcheng's eyes, "The small family of Zhujian Villa has declined up to now, and it's not a big deal if it dies. It can attract the attention of various sects, and it should happen again. Something unusual happened."

Le Zhengcheng sent a message outside the hall: "I can't hide it from you, there are indeed other things."

Yin Ci was at a loss, Chen Muzhong gathered the crowd, she was waiting outside the hall, when she suddenly received a message from Le Zhengcheng, asking her to enter the hall: "Disciple Yin Ci, I have seen all the immortals."

Xiao Nianyuan looked at Yin Ci, and said softly, "Yaoshenzhuang?"

Le Zhengcheng's face sank like water: "After Zhujian Villa was wiped out, everyone's corpses were arranged into three words - Yaoshenzhuang."

Different from Zhujian Villa, Yaoshenzhuang is a big family of medicine, not only has a long-standing reputation in the cultivation world, but also has a great reputation in the dynasties of the world.

Yin Ci panicked when he heard Yaoshenzhuang: "Master, but something happened to Yaoshenzhuang?"

Le Zhengcheng looked at Yin Ci, and said slowly: "Yaoshen Village was invaded, and [-]% of them were killed or injured."

Seventy percent of the casualties... Yin Ci staggered and fell to the ground, Ye Mingguang quickly helped her up and let her sit down on the chair.

Fu Siqian clenched the bead in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the next one?"

"Happy League."

There was silence in the hall.

Xiao Nianyuan said softly: "Are you sure, Xiaoyaomeng?"

Compared with Zhujian Villa and Yaoshenzhuang, Xiaoyaomeng has a special status in the world of comprehension. Xiaoyaomeng is an institution established by the dynasty, and Zhili is the current emperor.

The cultivation world and the dynasty do not interfere with each other, and the Xiaoyao League is the hub between the two. Many cultivators serve in the alliance and are responsible for contacting the major sects in the cultivation world. It can be said that if something happens to the Xiaoyao League, it will definitely be triggered The whole body affects the entire comprehension world.

"What is the attitude of other sects to this?"

"The cultivators are stationed in Xiaoyao League."

Yan Junxing clicked his tongue and said, "Why are you guarding the law? The Xiaoyao League belongs to the dynasty, and the number of cultivators among them is no less than that of a sect. If you intervene rashly, the dynasty probably doesn't have such an attitude."

Fu Siqian agrees with Yan Junxing's point of view. The original book once described the mentality of the rulers of the current dynasty. The young emperor with a strong desire for control is arrogant and arrogant, so naturally he will not be judged by others.

"Even if the Xiaoyao League is dead, the little emperor probably won't let us intervene."

"The disaster is at the top, why is it here!" Ye Mingguang frowned, and shouted sharply, "The common people are the first and the emperor is the last. Isn't this what the dynasty itself preached."

Le Zhengcheng showed embarrassment on his face, and said hesitantly: "As soon as the news of the cultivation world reached the dynasty, the emperor immediately rejected it, saying that even if the Xiaoyao League is destroyed, it will not let the major sects... get their hands on it."

Xu was too surprised, Ye Mingguang's eyes widened: "Rying fingers? Is that what he said?"

I'm afraid the little emperor's words were more exaggerated than this, Fu Sigan propped his forehead, glanced outside the hall, and suddenly thought of Feng Tinghan, after talking for so long, I don't know if he fainted from hunger.

"No matter what the dynasty's attitude is, if other sects send people to Xiaoyao League, we can't remain indifferent." Xiao Nianyuan's eyes were heavy, and his tone was decisive, "I would like to take people to Xiaoyao League."

Ye Mingguang nodded: "I want to go too, but I want to see if this arrogant emperor is really short-hearted!"

Le Zhengcheng nodded: "According to the agreement, we have a team from Wuji Mountain. I have considered it carefully. I am afraid it will be too ostentatious. It is better for a fairy to lead the team to Xiaoyao League. You—"

"I'll go!" Xiao Nianyuan preemptively said, "I'm familiar with the Dynasty, and I will definitely live up to the trust."

Ye Mingguang didn't hesitate: "I'm familiar with it too!"

Fu Siqian turned his head to look at Xiao Nianyuan, it's strange that a person who is usually unwilling to go down the mountain is rushing to go to Xiaoyaomeng today.

Le Zhengcheng had a hard time. He thought it was a hard job, but it turned out to be a favorite: "Just one person is enough. Staying in Wuji Mountain is the real thing."

Xiao Nianyuan got up in a hurry: "Sister Mingguang..."

"You're a boy, why are you softer than me?" Ye Mingguang said while holding his forehead.

Xiao Nianyuan looked at Le Zhengcheng again. The latter didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he asked, "Zhao Yuan, Jun Xing, what do you two think?"

Yan Junxing raised his eyes and smiled at Fu Siqian: "I have no objection, let's hear what Zhaoyuan has to say."

All of them are masters of Duan Shui, Fu Siqian cursed a few words inwardly, and said in a deep voice with scorching eyes: "I think it's more appropriate for Mingguang Immortal Venerable to go."

"Zhaoyuan!"

Fu Siqian avoided Xiao Nianyuan's gaze, and continued: "This time I went to the Xiaoyao League, intersected with the dynasty, and there are other sects, so I need to see how to deal with them. Nianyuan, you are meek, I'm afraid you will suffer."

Yan Junxing shook his fan and laughed softly: "What Zhao Yuan said is very true, it is more appropriate for Immortal Mingguang to go."

Le Zhengcheng immediately made a decision: "In this case, Ming Guang will lead people to Xiaoyaomeng."

"Master, this disciple also wants to go down the mountain." Yin Ci stood up with a firm tone.

Le Zhengcheng cupped his hands towards Ye Mingguang: "Please take a look at Mingguang."

Ye Mingguang glanced at Yin Ci, and sighed softly, "It's what I should do."

"In that case, let's rest." Le Zhengcheng nodded to the others, and led Yin Ci out of the Hall of Sages.

Ye Mingguang glanced at Fu Sigan, then left with a snort, which made Fu Sigan speechless.

There were only three people left in the hall. Yan Junxing looked to the left and then to the right, and said helplessly, "It's still early, why don't we talk about pastries?"

Xiao Nianyuan sat down angrily, took out the pastry from the storage bracelet, and put it on the table without saying a word.

"Zhaoyuan, I really don't want to try this peach blossom cake. It tastes really good." Yan Junxing brought the pastry in front of Fu Siqian, "There are so many people in that shop, from the street to the end of the alley."

Thinking of something, Fu Siqian stopped his hands and turned to take the pastry: "I still have something to do, you can talk slowly."

After he finished speaking, he took the pastry and walked out of the hall, leaving Yan Junxing and Xiao Nianyuan staring at each other. Xiao Nianyuan patted the table and asked in a deep voice: "Zhaoyuan, why didn't you choose me?"

"You are not suitable." Fu Siqian left the Hall of Sages after finishing speaking.

Yan Junxing sighed: "Why are you bothering?"

Xiao Nianyuan clenched his hands tightly, his palms were red because of too much force: "Who knows."

A preliminary plan was made, and Ye Mingguang led ten people to the Xiaoyao League. This mission was dangerous. Le Zhengcheng and Ye Mingguang made a plan and selected a few disciples with profound cultivation bases.

When Fu Sigan came out, the crowd had dispersed, and Feng Tinghan was standing by the side leaning on the guardrail, surrounded by several people, chattering about something.Good guy, this man is simply a walking flirting machine, he just left for a while, Feng Tinghan "hooked up" so many girls.

Awesome!

Fu Siqian gave Feng Tinghan a big letter of admiration in his heart!

"Master!"

Fu Siqian withdrew his thoughts, walked over slowly, stuffed the paper bag into Feng Tinghan's arms, and said calmly: "Peach Blossom Crisp, I won't go to the cafeteria anymore, you can take this as a cushion, and go to the Cangbing Pavilion first."

The female disciples next to him said hello, Fu Siqian nodded, and went to the Cangbing Pavilion first.

Feng Tinghan looked down at the cakes, his eyes were dim, and when he came back to his senses, Fu Siqian had already walked ten steps away, he smiled apologetically at the women beside him, and hurried to catch up.

"What are you running, are you done talking?"

Feng Tinghan let out a long breath: "What did you say?"

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "Is Lang's concubine interested?"

"Nothing." Feng Tinghan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Master, you know what we talked about just now?"

Fu Siqian was aroused by these words, and he was really curious about how the male protagonist of the stallion novel attracted the attention of others: "What did you talk about?"

Feng Tinghan said with a smile: "Of course I'm talking about you, Master."

"What do I have to talk about?"

"Why not, there are too many things to talk about about you, Master." Feng Tinghan whispered in a low voice, "You are the apprentice of Xianzun Zhaoyuan. I heard that the Suiyu Palace is beautiful, but I don't know you. Is there a teacher missing?"

"Nonsense!" Fu Sigan walked for a long time, then stopped suddenly, "You were joking just now!"

Feng Tinghan smiled and rolled his eyes: "This cake tastes good."

The topic moved quickly too.

Fu Siqian lowered his eyes, looked at the exquisite and small peach blossom cakes, and thought of Xiao Nianyuan's indistinguishable face, feeling a little melancholy.

【Xihua Immortal Venerable Xiao Nianyuan, left Wuji Mountain at the beginning of the month, traveled for a few days, lost the news, and a few months later, news came from the Xiaoyao League that Xiao Nianyuan's body was found.Since then, one of the five immortals has fallen, and the heyday of Wuji Mountain in the cultivation world has ended, and it has begun to decline. (End of the first volume of "Supreme God Lord")]

"Master, open your mouth."

Fu Siqian subconsciously opened his mouth, a piece of pastry was stuffed into his mouth, and the sweetness of the peach blossom cake spread on the tip of his tongue.