Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

"Tell me about you, go to Wanlang Pavilion, what's wrong with bringing it back, bring a disciple back, catch a lot of good seedlings on Wuji Mountain, which one is not good, just pick one with injuries like this..."

Le Zhengcheng babbled about a lot, and didn't stop until someone came in. The person who came was Yin Ci, his second apprentice, who came from Yaoshenzhuang, proficient in medical skills, and usually helped in Yaoshitang.

It can be considered that the nagging is over, Fu Siqian let out a long breath, pointed at Feng Tinghan: "Thank you."

Yin Ci briefly checked Feng Tinghan's injury first, and then began to feel his pulse. She had never seen Zhaoyuan Xianzun care so much about anyone, so she became more serious, and her expression became more and more serious.

Fu Sigan was startled, he didn't even bother to drink the tea: "It's serious?"

"Very serious." Yin Ci nodded solemnly, Xu found that his words were ambiguous, and quickly added, "But it can be cured."

Fu Sigan raised his throat, caught off guard and dropped it again. If it wasn't for a female doctor, he would have stabbed it with a sword.

Le Zhengcheng urged: "Then let's do it quickly."

Yin Ci: ...How do you say it is like murdering and setting fire?

Yin Ci painstakingly took out the elixir, with reluctance flashing in her eyes, it was made with great difficulty by her, costing countless talents and precious treasures, just this one.

"You saved him today, so I owe you a favor." How could Fu Siqian fail to see what was in her heart, and after a moment of pondering, he made a decision, "If you open your mouth in the future, I will definitely pay you back, okay?"

"The Immortal is polite, of course it is good." Yin Ci's eyes lit up, and immediately stuffed the elixir into Feng Tinghan's mouth. When the medicine is gone, you can refine it again, but the favor of the Immortal Zhaoyuan is something you can't ask for, " This is a wound medicine for external application, sprinkle it directly on the wound, once a day, and take a decoction for internal injuries, I will go back to my residence to prepare."

After she finished speaking, she ran away like a gust of wind. Le Zhengcheng shook his head helplessly. This apprentice is good at everything, but he is a bit of a money fanatic.

The elixir worked very well, but Feng Tinghan woke up after a while, and the two people beside him were still talking.

Le Zhengcheng earnestly said: "Zhaoyuan, why don't you think about it again?"

Fu Siqian rubbed his eyebrows: "I only accept one apprentice in my life."

Feng Tinghan just heard these words when he opened his eyes, he was unconscious and woke up by fright, he looked at Fu Siqian, his eyes were full of emotions, all of them turned into greedy and murderous intent.

Fu Siqian got a headache from the nagging, and seeing Feng Tinghan woke up, he hurriedly took him out of the Hall of Sages and headed towards the Broken Jade Palace.

Thousands of years ago, the sky thunder fell, and an abyss was cut behind the Wuji Mountain. The cliff that was cut open has no shelter in all directions. It is called "Banhun Cliff".

The morning and evening bells resounded throughout Mount Wuji, and the two of them met a group of disciples as soon as they left the Hall of Sages.Feng Tinghan hurriedly retreated to the side. He was seriously injured and his movements were not flexible enough. Seeing that someone was about to touch him, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and pulled him into his arms.

Fu Siqian sideways blocked the crowd, patted him on the back, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

The scent of pine and bamboo lingered around him, Feng Tinghan was startled for a moment, but didn't push him away.

"Zhaoyuan, when did you come back?"

People smell it before they laugh, and the faint and dark fragrance comes in. The eyes are bright yellow, large swathes of embroidered flowers are covered all over the skirt, eyebrows and lips are like red, a face that is indistinguishable between male and female.

Fu Siqian took a look, it was none other than the original owner's good friend, Xihua Immortal Venerable Xiao Nianyuan, he smiled politely: "I just came back today, but I want to go to the Hall of Sages?"

"Exactly. Brother Lezheng entrusted me to preside over today's summary meeting." Xiao Nianyuan looked behind him and asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes, bowed and saluted: "Young Feng Tinghan."

Ever since he had the memory of the original owner, Fu Siqian had the confidence to speak: "My apprentice."

Xiao Nianyuan was surprised: "You have accepted apprentice?!"

There were many disciples coming and going all around, and they all stopped when they heard the words, with the expression of seeing a ghost on their faces.

There are five Immortal Venerables on Wuji Mountain, only Immortal Venerable Zhaoyuan devoted himself to cultivation and refused many times those who came to worship as teachers, not to mention apprentices, apart from him, there was not even a living thing in Suiyu Palace.

This person actually accepted an apprentice!

Fu Siqian understood his shock. After all, the original owner was a freak who only had eyes for cultivation. He patted Xiao Nianyuan on the shoulder: "You heard me right, I've accepted my apprentice."

Xiao Nianyuan had mixed emotions in his eyes, it took him a long time to say goodbye, Yu Jian went to the Hall of Sages.

Fu Siqian sighed faintly, wondering if it was affected by the memory of the original owner, he thought of Xiao Nianyuan's ending in the book, and he felt a little sympathy rarely.

Feng Tinghan wiped away the blood from the wound on his wrist, looked at the person beside him who was deep in thought, and said with deep eyes, "Master?"

The sound of "Master" pulled back Fu Siqian's thoughts, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, he concentrated his mind, and his tone unconsciously became serious: "The wound is bleeding again?"

Feng Tinghan stretched out his wrist and blinked innocently: "A little bit, it doesn't hurt."

A little bit more, do you think this is pearl milk tea, cup after cup?

Fu Siqian took out a handkerchief from the storage bracelet, gave him an annoyed look, carefully wiped off the blood on his wrist, and then lowered his head and blew, "Forget about the pain."

Gentle hot air brushed over the wound, bringing a burst of numbness, Feng Tinghan's eyes set off wild waves, his whole body stiffened as if struck by lightning, and he let him move in a daze.

"Go back and wash off the blood on your body first, and then apply the medicine properly." Seeing him in a daze, Fu Siqian flicked his finger on the place where there was no blood on his forehead, "Why are you so stupid?"

Feng Tinghan was a little distracted, he didn't pay attention to what he said, he just nodded.

Fu Siqian smiled, like a silly rabbit, softly.

A bridge was built on Broken Soul Cliff. Over the years, the bridge body has withered away, and now only two solitary iron cables remain.

Looking at the chain bridge, Fu Siqian frowned, closed his eyes all day, and was killed in the end. If he has free time, don't he know how to repair the bridge in front of his house?

What a disgrace!

Good guy, is the No. [-] sect of the Righteous Way already so poor that they can't even afford to repair a bridge, Feng Tinghan squinted his eyes, secretly thinking about the possibility of attacking Wuji Mountain.

Fu Siqian glanced at the blood stains on Feng Tinghan's body, and said seemingly unintentionally: "This iron chain is made of cold iron, very stable."

Feng Tinghan was calculating the accounts in his mind, when he heard this, he only said "um".

Fu Siqian said again: "Enter my practice door, practice is on your own."

Feng Tinghan looked at his clothes, stared at the blood stains and corrected: "Master, I haven't started yet."

After finishing speaking, he blinked and asked in a low voice: "Master, I really want to try how it feels to fly, can you take me there?"

Who the hell can bear this?

With a flash of red light, Sanqiu unsheathed, Fu Siqian stepped on the sword, grabbed Feng Tinghan by the back collar, and carried him onto the sword: "If you are afraid, close your eyes and don't move around, no one will catch you if you fall."

The howling wind brushed past his ears, and his robes fluttered. Fu Sigan shielded Feng Tinghan with his hands weakly. The door stopped.

A little blood got on his hands at some point, Fu Siqian frowned, and wiped it carefully with a handkerchief.

Feng Tinghan looked at the red dot, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

There is a natural hot spring in the Broken Jade Palace, and a whole piece of cold jade is placed at the bottom of the spring, which is full of spiritual energy and is good for healing.Fu Siqian brought Feng Tinghan here, told him to wash himself, and then left.

Although Broken Soul Cliff is not as large as the main peak, the Suiyu Palace is the largest among the residences of the immortals, with winding corridors and lush vegetation.When he first came here, Fu Siqian lost his way, but now with the memory of the original owner, he found a place to put his clothes with ease.

The rumors are true, the original owner really likes to wear white clothes, and the clothes in the cupboard are all made of Shengxue, very clean, just like wholesale funeral clothes.Fu Siqian rolled his eyes once before, but now he is used to it, and took two pieces without changing his face.

After the day passed by Xilin, it was almost dusk, the sun was warming and sprinkled a layer of gold powder.

The hot spring is open-air, and just as Fu Siqian turned into the bluestone path, he saw Feng Tinghan's back was facing him, his long black hair was soaked in water and draped softly behind him.

A black silhouette like a crow's feather flashed in front of his eyes. Fu Siqian looked up and saw the blue sky and warm sun, where there was no shadow of the moon.

There was a slight sound of splashing into the water, Feng Tinghan turned around: "Master?"

The hot spring water instantly dispelled the fatigue on his body. Fu Siqian squinted his eyes and sighed comfortably: "Well, I'm here."

The hot spring is very big, there are two or three meters between the two, and the fog is so thick that only the outline can be seen vaguely.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, he had such a thin waist.

Feng Tinghan had already washed off the blood on his body, he stood up, and slowly walked towards Fu Sigan, his loose hair slid in front of him, and his voice was wet: "Master."

The breeze brushed the bamboo leaves rustling, Fu Siqian looked up, and between the twilight and the water color, he bumped into the stunning beauty of this world.

Feng Tinghan's eyebrows are deep and bright, and there seems to be a galaxy of sparse stars hidden in his eyes, which reminds people of blades, flames and spirits for no reason.He has extremely deep double eyelids, the creases reveal a charming depth, and the long eyelashes are rippling, drawing a little shadow under the smoky yellow light.The most important thing is the dizzy arc at the end of the eyes, like a snow-cutting blade, or like drinking ice cold core, dangerous and ecstatic.

This is the most noble God Lord in the future.

I want to kiss the blade, I want to jump into the flames, I want to drink the strongest wine in the world.

Think... blasphemous.

Fu Siqian was taken aback by his own thoughts, and hurriedly looked away. When he looked down, he saw the criss-cross wounds on Feng Tinghan's body, and his heart ached. He stretched out his hand to touch the wound, and asked softly, suppressing his anger, "It hurts." ?"

That finger was so cold that Feng Tinghan was stunned, and when he realized it, he had already held Fu Siqian's hand.