Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Siqian asked abruptly, he had already left the hall of sages, and when he heard the words, he came back aggressively with Sanqiu.He flew fast, and the flowing light from the bottom of his sleeves kissed the edge of the sword, like boiling snow and warming wine to make tea, light and eager, as if a disappointment, the next second can split mountains and rivers with a sword.

"The person who fainted, but Feng Tinghan?" Fu Siqian's eyebrows were frosty, and his voice became colder, "Speak!"

The twenty-eight-year-old girl was held in the palm of Le Zhengcheng's hands, and she had been used to it for many years. She had never seen such a battle before, and was immediately forced to speak by Fu Siqian's powerful coercion. She shrank her neck and completely forgot about herself. What is the purpose of coming to the Hall of Sages?

Le Zhengcheng showed displeasure on his brows, but he didn't make a direct move because of face. He just patted Le Zhengyao's arm to make her back away, and he stepped forward to block Fu Siqian's sight: "Zhaoyuan, Yaoyao is old Xiao, I can't stand the torment, I just fainted, first put back your momentum."

just fainted...

Your daughter can't stand the trouble, but my silly Baitian can stand the delay?

Fu Siqian almost threw this sentence directly at Le Zhengcheng's face, his eyes changed, and he sneered, with a strong sense of irony, he praised people to the sky when he needed it, and kicked him when he didn't need it. Open, Ling Yun Xianzun is worldly and tactful, and he has to be number one in the cultivation world.

He has never been a person who can restrain his temper, and Le Zhengcheng rushed to recruit him. Fu Siqian was so angry that he didn't show any mercy in his words, and directly replied: "Please be merciful to the precious daughter of Lingyun Immortal. Tell me, is it my apprentice who can stand the ordeal who fainted? If I don't have the right to treat me as unreasonable, I will apologize to you junior. It's a big deal."

Speaking of this, it is a bit too much.

Le Zhengcheng was taken aback by these yin and yang words. Is he still in front of him the Qingfeng Langyue who doesn't care about world affairs?What do you mean fainting is a big deal, your apprentice is so precious?His movements froze suddenly, and he looked at Fu Siqian in disbelief.

"I have my heart and I am pursuing it."

Is it...

The words are still in my ears, and all the details come to my mind: a person who is dedicated to cultivation accepts an apprentice for the first time, leaves the closed door after dozens of days, and even agrees to go down the mountain to help that person get the snow in the snow... Le Zhengcheng thought of Feng Tinghan again, That man with a beautiful face, handsome and gentle as jade, can leave a deep impression on people with just one glance.

From this point of view, it is not impossible, then everything makes sense.

It's just that the relationship between a master and a student is really shameful, and if it spreads, it will inevitably make people spit all over.

Seeing no answer for so long, Fu Sigan frowned impatiently: "How long will it take for a word?"

Le Zhengcheng thought he had a good guess about the matter and understood Fu Siqian's mood to some extent, so he no longer obstructed Fu Sigan's "pursuit". He patted the dumbfounded Le Zhengyao, and thoughtfully offered to help and asked: "Yaoyao, is Brother Feng Tinghan? What happened when he fainted?"

Le Zhengyao was still immersed in the collapse of the image of Zhaoyuan Xianzun. Jing Le Zhengcheng reminded him that he just remembered what he was here for, and immediately pursed his mouth and nodded tearfully: "Senior brother Ting Han suddenly vomited blood and passed out. I was just sent to the Yaoshitang, I was afraid, Daddy, Senior Brother Ting Han has not woken up, what do you think happened to him, could he have been injured in the secret realm?"

In the secret realm... Fu Sigan's heart tightened, and without saying a word, he went directly to the medicine stone hall with Yujian.

At that time, Feng Tinghan frantically threw himself on the corpse, as if he had been haunted by a nightmare, his whole body lost its soul, what mystery of the Guanyin phantom array did he not know, that would make Feng Tinghan vomit blood?

A sense of powerlessness rose in Fu Siqian's heart, mixed with anger, which made his blood rush straight to the top of his head.Obviously he followed into the secret realm, but Feng Tinghan was still injured, how could this be?How could this be so?

Sanqiu flew across the air quickly, leaving a fleeting afterimage, and arrived at Yaoshitang not long after.

The Jiang sisters were standing outside the house. When they saw Fu Sigan approaching, they quickly stepped forward, and the two blocked the door, one on the left and the other on the right.Jiang Jiu'an snatched the chief to the ground, and yelled sharply: "What are you doing, don't you see that the house is busy?!"

Fu Siqian floated to the ground, and Sanqiu turned into a red light and flew back to his hand. The blade cut through the wind and shattered the snow, and lay in front of Jiang Jiuan. An inch between her eyebrows.

"Step aside."

Jiang Jiulan's eyes were shattered, as if she had seen Fu Siqian's identity, she quickly pulled Jiang Jiuan aside, and said in a deep voice, "Immortal Zhaoyuan just said it, why bother to face each other!"

There was a cry of pain from inside the room, Fu Siqian's eyes froze, he immediately waved the two of them aside, kicked the door open.

The old man with white hair and long beard glanced at the door, then looked away indifferently, and held up a long silver needle as thin as a hair in front of his eyes: "Close the door if you want to enter, and go out if you don't. But I can't stand your feet."

Feng Tinghan's face was pale, his peach blossom eyes sparkled, he leaned on the head of the bed and looked towards the door, his eyes were full of surprise: "Master?"

"I heard that you vomited blood and passed out, what's going on?" He was worried all the way, but now that he was safe and sound, Fu Siqian felt relieved, took Sanqiu away and walked to the bed.

Feng Tinghan shook his head, showing a faint smile: "It's nothing serious, Master, I'm worried."

"It's not a serious problem." The old man blew on the silver needle and interjected indifferently, "I have to wait a few days to die."

Fu Siqian's eyes dimmed, he tilted his head to look at Feng Tinghan, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why—"

Feng Tinghan's eyes flickered slightly, and he coughed violently, his originally frosty face was red from coughing, and there were drops of water at the end of his eyes, he covered his mouth and whispered: "Master..."

Like a very wronged cub, it's... so pitiful.

Fu Siqian's movements froze, and he couldn't say anything to blame.

The old man glanced at Feng Tinghan inexplicably, and suddenly sneered and said: "A body made of diamond iron can't stand your tossing like this, you have to choose the same if you die."

Fu Siqian's sanity came back instantly, he pinched Feng Tinghan's wrist, he had checked it when he came out of the secret place, and found nothing unusual, why would he vomit blood so easily?

The hand on the wrist was very cold, Feng Tinghan curled up his knuckles, but did not withdraw his hand.

Still no abnormality was found, before Fu Siqian could speak, the old man said slowly: "If even you can see that something is wrong, there is no need for me to take action."

"Master, I brought the things here." The boy with the buns came running in with the wooden box in his arms, and raised his voice again without coming up, "Zhao, Immortal Zhaoyuan?"

Recognizing that it was Qian Yue, a young disciple of Yaoshitang, Fu Siqian looked at the old man: "Mr. Wonderful Hands, Benevolent Gold?"

Although it was a question sentence, the tone was firm.

There is a famous doctor hidden in Wuji Mountain, who is unique in the world of cultivation with silver-bearded needles. He is called "Miaoshourenxin". This medicine stone hall is named after him.This person has a weird personality, and he likes to study difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He will not cure what others can cure, and will not take over what he can't cure. Therefore, he has never done anything since he came to Wuji Mountain for many years. Qianyue, take care of the affairs of Yaoshitang on his behalf.

Jin Yaoshi didn't deny it either, but only called Qianyue to take the wooden box and carefully took out the contents. He glanced at Fu Siqian with an expression of "Why don't you leave, why are you still here".

If you were a thin-skinned person, you wouldn't be able to stay any longer at this time, but Fu Sigan was different. He didn't care about Jin Yaoshi's gaze at all, and took a seat beside the bed, patted Feng Tinghan on the head, and said righteously : "Be good and listen to Mr. Jin."

Feng Tinghan: ...Where do you put the dog's paws?

Jin Yaoshi: Old mister?I vaguely remember that you are older than me.

Fu Siqian had heard of the name of a good hand and a benevolent heart. Now that Jin Yaoshi was out of his hands, Feng Tinghan would definitely be fine. He stared at the things in Jin Yaoshi's hand with great interest, waited for a long time without any movement, and then urged : "Why haven't you started yet?"

Shameless people are invincible in the world, Jin Yaoshi felt that he couldn't compare to his shame, snorted and stopped breathing, and urged the Lihuo lamp in his hand on his own.

The silver-whisker needle flitted across the green flame of the Lihuo lamp, the long and slender needle seemed to make Feng Tinghan's pupils shrink slightly, he leaned back against the wall, and said softly and seriously, "I don't want to use a needle."

Jin Yaoshi kept moving his hands, and took the time to give Fu Siqian a look: You handle it.

Fu Siqian frowned slightly, looked at Feng Tinghan disapprovingly, and said in a serious tone, "Good boy, don't make trouble."

"I said, I don't want to use needles." Feng Tinghan looked at Fu Siqian and emphasized it word by word. Seeing that Fu Sigan didn't speak, his tone softened a bit, "Master, I don't want to use needles."

Qian Yue looked down on those patients who didn't cooperate the most. He curled his lips when he heard this: "You don't need it if you don't want to? Are you a doctor or my master is a doctor? If you want to survive, just be obedient."

Fu Siqian brushed Feng Tinghan's falling hair away without saying anything rough, and remained silent, obviously acquiescing to Qian Yue's meaning.

Feng Tinghan's voice was so soft that he was almost blown away by the wind. He said, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of pain."

The author has something to say: Mr. Feng: "I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of pain."

Fu Bao: "I am afraid of death and pain."