Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Feng Tinghan's expression was gloomy, and he felt a bit of a toothache: "Master and apprentice are talking about whether they are worthy or not. Young master Jiang must have read too many story books. He is like those idiots who complain about women and want to be right."

Young Master Jiang, who had read a lot of stories, blushed like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. He was ashamed and angry. He touched the saber at his waist and squeezed the hilt harder: "Anyway. You are not worthy to be the apprentice of the Immortal Venerable."

"Then who deserves it?" Feng Tinghan asked in surprise, "Young Master Jiang, don't you think that I stole your master?"

Jiang Qingru snorted coldly. Although he didn't speak, the meaning was obvious in his eyes.

"Will you definitely be able to apprentice without me?" Feng Tinghan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Jiang Qingru became angry from embarrassment: "Without you, I would definitely become the apprentice of the Immortal Venerable. I am 16 years old and have outstanding talents. How could I not be as good as you!"

"Really?" Feng Tinghan looked at the sword he drew out, and suppressed his smile, "Master Jiang is talented and intelligent, and he should take it as his own responsibility to save the common people in the world. You drew your sword at this time to treat a mortal like me. Do you want to make a move?"

"I do not have!"

The cold light of the blade froze his blood, Jiang Qingru let go of his hand suddenly, if Feng Tinghan hadn't spoken, would he really have made a move?The way of swords proves his heart, Jiang Qingru was afraid for a while, he couldn't worship his teacher, if the way of swords was ruined, then his life would be over.

Fu Siqian didn't know what it was like, he was afraid that the silly Baitian apprentice would be bullied, but now the two people in front of him, the obviously red-eyed Jiang Qingru, seemed more bullied.

Is this a vicious male partner?

Feng Tinghan finished picking things and paid the bill, and returned to his usual gentle look: "Master is still waiting, young master Jiang, let's go."

Fu Siqian rushed to the wine shop quickly, and sat down before they arrived. He took a sip of tea, looked out of the window as if unintentionally, and turned his head after someone sat down next to him: "Why did you come so slowly?"

Feng Tinghan sat beside Fu Siqian, touched his nose when he heard the words, and said embarrassedly: "I'm too fascinated by the selection, I kept Master waiting for a long time."

He knew what happened, and he didn't hold on to it. Fu Siqian called Xiao Er, and ordered seven or eight dishes in one go: "Do you two have anything else to order?"

Feng Tinghan shook his head: "No."

Jiang Qingru was still thinking about what happened just now, and forced a smile: "I listen to the immortal."

Anyway, the two of them probably didn't have much appetite, so Fu Siqian said, "That's all, let's have another pot of pear blossom stuffing."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Qingru took out a jug of wine from the storage bracelet, "Immortal Master wants to drink, I have a jug called Zuihuayin, why don't you try this."

There are wines on the left and right, so Fu Sigan nodded.

Jiang Qingru pulled out the cork, poured a glass for Fu Sigan, and poured half a glass for Feng Tinghan with great reluctance: "Zihuayin is strong wine, Senior Brother Feng is still young, it's better to drink less."

The young master was still angry just now, Fu Siqian shook his head secretly, raised his glass and took a sip.The wine was fragrant and mellow, and Fu Sigan's eyes lit up, no wonder Jiang Qingru was reluctant to let Feng Tinghan drink more.

Zuihuayin collects a variety of different flowers to brew, the wine has a strange aroma, and the taste is sweet, Feng Tinghan's eyes are cold, the hand holding the cup is getting harder, and the veins on the back of the hand can be seen faintly.

"Where did this wine come from?" Feng Tinghan laughed, "I mean, I haven't heard of it in the market, is it called Drunken Huayin?"

Jiang Qingru looked proud: "Of course there is none on the market. This is just brewed by my second uncle. It is the only one."

Fu Sigan raised his eyebrows: "Such a precious thing, you probably brought it out secretly, right?"

Jiang Qingru touched his nose, and whispered: "Anyway, everything in the Jiang family will be mine from now on."

Jiang Family in Huaiyin... Feng Tinghan drank the wine in one gulp, licked the unhealed wound on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and didn't stop until the smell of blood in his mouth covered the aroma of the wine.

After dinner, Jiang Qingru rushed to pay the bill, Fu Siqian didn't refuse too much, and led the two of them out of town.

"Xianzun, do you want Yujian to go back?"

Fu Siqian responded, summoned Sanqiu, turned to Feng Tinghan and said, "Come here."

Jiang Qingru held onto Feng Tinghan, and squeezed out a smile: "Senior Brother Feng doesn't know how to control a sword, right? I just don't know the way, how about you and me?"

Feng Tinghan didn't say yes or no, he pulled his arm and didn't pull it away, his eyes flashed darkly, and he smiled softly: "Then please trouble young master Jiang."

Seeing that the two of them had discussed it, Fu Siqian didn't say much, and left with the sword first.

Jiang Qingru formed seals with both hands, and said rather proudly: "Senior Brother Feng, you must hold on to me. People who have never practiced are especially easy to fall when flying with the sword."

Yujian soared into the sky, the dusk was heavy and windy, and all the towns turned into dots of duckweed.

Feng Tinghan moved forward, deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Jiang, you are flying too fast, I'm scared."

"Stay away from me!" The sun was shining brightly, Jiang Qingru was sweating coldly from Feng Tinghan's disgust, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Feng is too timid, the journey is far away, we have to catch up with the Immortal Venerable."

Feng Tinghan said quietly: "But flying too fast, I will be afraid."

Jiang Qingru: "..."

Feng Tinghan: "How about I hug you?"

The sword bounced in the air, Jiang Qingru exclaimed in shock: "No!"

Feng Tinghan was also afraid of falling, so he stopped teasing Jiang Qingru and began to think about the clues he had obtained in recent days.Zuihuayin smelled the same as the day he was plotted against. Those who chased and killed him were all killed, and now the only way to investigate is from Huaiyinjiang's house.

Fu Siqian flew a long distance, turned his head and found that the people behind him hadn't followed him, so he stopped in mid-air, surrounded by clouds and mist, he was intrigued, and only stopped when he dispersed them.

"Xianzun, I kept you waiting for a long time."

Jiang Qingru was sweating on his forehead, the sudden bump just now was so sudden that he was always worried, for fear that he would fall and he would not be able to explain to Fu Siqian.

Fu Siqian nodded and said: "Be careful, I will slow down this time."

The grass, trees, rivers and rivers were like passing clouds, and changed in a flash. Jiang Qingru's hair was blown up by the wind, and Feng Tinghan's face was blown. He reached out to brush away the obstructive hair, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Got it!

The wind brought by Yujian passing by was so strong and fast that it hurt his face.

"what--"

The robe rattled, and Feng Tinghan fell in the air at an extremely fast speed. He mobilized the little spiritual power in his body to protect himself, and waited peacefully for the moment when he fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Fu Siqian glanced back, and almost fell off Sanqiu. How did his silly, sweet apprentice fall? !

Sanqiu passed by, and the wind brought almost knocked Jiang Qingru off the sword. He was completely stunned, and it took him a long time to react, and then flew to the ground.

It has to be said that the strength of the cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Stage is really strong. Fu Siqian managed to catch Feng Tinghan before Feng Tinghan hit the ground. in one breath.

Feng Tinghan looked bewildered, as if he hadn't realized why he didn't fall to the ground.

Fu Siqian wanted to scold someone, so he finally understood why Jiang Qingru would go offline so early and dare to do it in front of him. If Jiang Qingru didn't die, who would die?

Fu Siqian directly convicted Jiang Qingru in his heart. Feng Tinghan was stupid and sweet, and it wasn't two hundred and five, so how could he seek death by himself!

Feng Tinghan also wanted to scold people, he owed everything to Dongfeng, and now it turned into a dead game.

Didn't he say, how could Fu Siqian fly so fast?

Jiang Qingru was bewildered, he looked at Feng Tinghan, opened his mouth but didn't say a word.He wanted to kick Feng Tinghan down, but that was because he had no guts, he really didn't know how he fell.

The landing point is near Wuji Mountain, not far from the mountain gate.

"Why are you standing here?" Yan Junxing came over shaking his fan, raised his eyebrows, "Zhaoyuan, your apprentice has a broken leg?"

Only then did Fu Siqian realize that he was still hugging Feng Tinghan, and put him down with a cold face: "It's not broken."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Almost."

Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes in his heart, almost?More or less okay.

Yan Junxing laughed, and pointed at Jiang Qingru with a fan: "This face-to-face student, what's your name?"

Fu Siqian snorted coldly, but didn't answer, he was in a rage right now, and if he didn't kill Jiang Qingru, it would count as a good temper.

Jiang Qingru was so wronged that he didn't dare to lose his temper due to Fu Siqian's presence, so he held back his tears and bowed to Yan Junxing: "Jiang Qingru, the younger generation, is the son of the Jiang family in Huaiyin."

"It turned out to be the young master of the Jiang family." Seeing the unhappiness of the three of them, Yan Junxing smoothed things over, "Your father sent a letter earlier, saying that you have already established a foundation, and you are here to Wuji Mountain, but do you want to be a teacher?"

Jiang Qingru looked at Fu Siqian, and was very irritated by his frosty face. She felt that she was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent, all of which was stuffed in her chest.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran away. The young master ran very fast, and disappeared in a flash.

Yan Junxing: "...What happened to him?"

Fu Sigan flicked his sleeves and asked without answering, "Why are you here?"

Ever since he obtained the memory of the original owner, and knew that Yan Junxing approached him for other purposes, Fu Siqian had always been on tenterhooks, and he didn't know if he saw the clues during the month of getting along with him.

Yan Junxing waved his fan with his right hand, raised his left hand when he heard the words, and smiled gracefully: "Come here to pick flowers."

What a beautiful... dog tail flower.

Fu Siqian: Can you see what you are holding in your hand?

"What a beautiful flower, let's not talk about it. I found it with great difficulty. I have to take it back and keep it." Yan Junxing turned around and left, walked a few steps and then turned around, smiling meaningfully, "I just got a jar of fine wine , Zhaoyuan, come to my side when you have time, let's have a good chat."

Fu Siqian: Raising dog tail flowers, I believe in your evil.

Feng Tinghan: "Changling Immortal is really..."

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "What is it?"

"Sight." Feng Tinghan boasted appreciatively.

Fu Siqian: To be honest, I suspect that you are blind.