Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

I don't know if the two parties are really embarrassed, or a coincidence, but the atmosphere in the room is weird.

In the end, Duan Rin was the first to break the silence, "Master is worried."

The young man's handsome face was as usual, his black pupils were dark and quiet, and he could not see any emotion.

Fang Zhuo, "..." No, brother, you are fine.

Don't you find it strange that your master's personality collapsed and he cursed loudly?

He tried his best to tighten his face, and his eyes were a little annoyed, "I was just impatient for the teacher, so I treat you..."

Duan Rin looked at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "I know that if the master cares, he will be in chaos."

Look, the good apprentice even found out the reasons for him, he is so filial and considerate.

Fang Zhuo happily picked up the avatar, put it back on his face, and asked seriously, "What happened just now?"

Duan Lin lowered his head, lowered his eyelids, with an obvious attitude of admitting his mistake, "He was distracted for a while."

My mind is distracted every now and then, what if I go crazy!

Fang Zhuo hated iron for being weak, "Come with me."

Like a big tail, Duan Lin followed the man closely and left the room.

The dense fog in the corridor has not yet cleared, Moxiu, Renxiu, and a few ordinary people gathered in it, stretching their arms to touch the elephant.

Fang Zhuoyu passed through freely, without letting anyone get on his clothes.

It wasn't until the master and apprentice entered the door that the fog dissipated.

After entering the door, Fang Zhuo took off his shoes, crossed his legs, and signaled the young man to sit opposite, "You practice, I'll watch."

Duan Lin glanced at those white and tender feet, and sat down on the bench opposite the man as he said.

He closed his eyes, but his mind couldn't calm down. He always thought of those feet and the delicate ankle bones above them.

As the body grows, so does the mind.

It's as if there are some things that have long existed in the mind, and only need an opportunity to pour out along the broken hole.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and was about to speak, but found that the person on the opposite side was secretly eating melon seeds.

Success in cultivation has a lot to do with personality, and there are not a few of them who can't calm down like Fang Zhuo.

Afraid of being discovered by his disciples, he picked up the melon seeds after eating a dozen or so, put on a show, and continued to meditate.

Duan Lin closed his eyes the moment before Master's eyes swept over him.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and the person on the opposite side stopped eating melon seeds, and was teasing the fiery red spirit bird.

Chicken Cub was keen, and suddenly turned his head, and Fang Zhuo followed suit.

Although he didn't say anything, he admired his little apprentice from the bottom of his heart. No matter at any time and any place, he could concentrate his energy and devote himself to cultivation.

For such a hardworking and talented person, it is unacceptable for him to be unsuccessful.

Fang Zhuo left the chicken cubs at the gate, put on his shoes and socks and went out for a stroll.

The boss greeted him enthusiastically when he came out, "Is the immortal passing by this time, or is he staying?"

"Passing by." Fang Zhuo asked, "Is there something happening in the town?"

The boss shook his head, "There is a strange thing. Almost every day recently, you can see a group of Moxiu leaving the town and heading to the south."

This is not surprising, the big baby suddenly came to the world, and everyone wanted to pounce on it to share a piece of meat.

Fang Zhuo left the inn and went to the most prosperous restaurant in the town.

It happened to be dinner time, and the restaurant was in full swing, and the seats were full.

After entering, Fang Zhuo didn't ask for a box, but found a corner to sit down.

After ordering, he ordered another jug ​​of wine, pecking at each mouthful, and let go of his spiritual sense to eavesdrop.

At ten o'clock, the three uncles were chatting about state affairs.

At three o'clock, a man is holding the girl's hand, praising you for being so beautiful.

Nine o'clock direction... Fang Zhuo's eyes were shining, a bearded man and a thin man were talking about the sea of ​​blood.

The bearded man sipped his wine, ate his meat, and said, "It is said that the reason why this sea of ​​blood is red is because during the battle between the Heavenly Demon and the old man, the Heavenly Demon, who was injured, sank into the Nine Abyss and dyed the sea red."

The skinny man said, "Fart, isn't the battle between the demons and the human cultivators representing the way of heaven a battle with the demon world? What a waste of heavenly demons."

"Did you see it with your own eyes during the Great War? How did you know it wasn't?" The bearded man asked, seeing that the drinker was silent, he sneered, "I'm not bragging. That war, can this be false?"

Qingcang Qingcang, what a name, this is trying to stab the sky.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Is the Qingcang faction a newly emerging sect? I don't remember it."

233 looked it up, "The sect has been established for more than 2000 years, but it has no sense of existence in the mainland."

"Are you kidding me?"

For more than 2000 years, even if one apprentice is accepted every year, there will be a total of 2000 people. Will such a sect have a sense of existence?

233 explained, "The Qingcang sect has no fixed office and teaching location, and no monthly salary and other benefits. No one is willing to go. So far, there are less than a hundred disciples, and they are basically in a state of their own. There is no such sect."

Fang Zhuo, "..." sounds a bit miserable.

He asked, "Because you are poor? Can't afford land?"

233 said, "There is no specific reason in the document."

Fang Zhuo smacked his lips, okay, it looks like he's going to do it himself.

So he picked up the flagon, walked towards that table, and informed Xiaoer by the way, asking him to serve the dishes to another table.

Although the demon cultivators yelled and killed at every turn, not all of them were so violent and reckless. If there were no conflicts of interest, most of them got along with each other like quacks.

Fang Zhuo put down the wine, but before he could speak, the two stood up in unison, their eyes terrified.

This person is afraid of being famous, and once he is famous, he will easily feel a sense of distance from the masses.

Fang Zhuo greeted like a boss, "Don't just stand there, sit down."

The two demon cultivators looked at each other and sat down one after another. This ghost has a strange background and extraordinary strength. Even if the two brothers join forces, they are not his opponents, so they can only wait and see.

Damn, he hasn't done anything immoral recently, so why did he get targeted.

Fang Zhuo filled the wine for the two of them, and cut straight to the point, "I just heard you two talking about the Qingcang faction?"

The bearded man raised his vigilance, and as soon as he touched the handle of the knife, his hand was shaken away by a wave of spiritual force.

His teeth were about to crack, he slapped the table and got up, and was immediately forced to sit back by the huge coercion of the other party.

Seeing the drinking buddy like this, the skinny man was as quiet as a chicken, stiff as a statue.

Fang Zhuo took a sip of his wine, "I'm not here to cause trouble, I just want to ask you about the Qingcang faction."

Humiliated, the bearded man dared not answer, and said angrily, "Ask!"

Xiaoer happened to serve the food, Fang Zhuo took it, put the big pig's trotters in front of him, as a thank you, "Qing Cang School has been building the school for 2000 years, why doesn't it even have a serious mountain gate?"

These words fell into the bearded ears, full of sarcasm and contempt. He was so angry that his neck was thick, and he retorted in a rough voice, "Who said that I, Qingcang, have no proper mountain gate!"

Fang Zhuo, "..." Tsk, he still doesn't admit it.

The skinny man didn't seem to want to leave, but boldly slapped his beard, "What kind of mountain gate, it's just a broken rock."

After speaking, he glanced at Gui Jianchou who was sitting on his right hand.

The half of Brother Chou's face exposed outside the mask was quiet and indifferent, and he was eating peanuts with his mouth open.

He relaxed a bit, "The Immortal Elder doesn't know something. The old ancestor he talked about was a drunk lunatic, drunk all day long, talking crazy. It's been many years, and he hasn't broken through to become a god yet."

Fang Zhuo put down his chopsticks, looked down at his beard, "How many years?"

Disciple Qingcang was a little embarrassed, "I, I don't know either."

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his heart was agitated, and he asked calmly, "What do you mean by not knowing?"

As if he was going to get angry, he said nonsense, "If you don't know, you don't know. The ancestor himself can't remember how many years he has lived."

Expert, this is definitely an expert, maybe he really knows something related to the demon species.

Fang Zhuo stopped drinking, and clasped his hands and said, "Can this elder brother recommend you?"

The bearded man was stunned by this attitude, feeling more respectable, he held his head up and said, "My ancestor likes to travel around the world, no one knows where he is."

Fang Zhuo withdrew his hand, and his attitude became cold, "Then tell me, why does your Qing Cang sect only have a stone as a mountain gate, but there is no serious dojo and teaching place?"

"It's okay to tell you, the ancestors said it, but the fate has not yet come."

Routine, this fucking is definitely a routine, who is the fate, maybe it is his little apprentice.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and drank the glass of wine, "Take me to have a look."

After speaking, the sword was revealed, which means that you have two choices, die or take me.

Qingcang disciple couldn't beat him, so he could only lead the way aggrieved.

The two held their swords all the way, and after walking for a long time, they arrived at the end of the Bitter Cold Land, which was colder than other places.

Beyond that, there was something oppressive, lurking in the air all around.

Fang Zhuo couldn't tell exactly what it was, but his body entered the state of preparation for battle first, and even the system issued an alarm.

"There's something under the ground, be careful."

There is a bottomless layer of ice under the feet, Fang Zhuo can't help wondering if there is water underneath, and there may be some water monsters in the water.

He asked the bearded man, "What's down here?"

Lu Hu said he didn't know, "The ice and snow here have never melted."

Fang Zhuo sighed in his heart, it was not easy for people living in the severe cold, no wonder they were dishonest and always wanted to run south.

Not long after, the two arrived at the mountain gate.

It was a huge stone, more than ten meters high. Judging from the outline on it, the stone looked more like some kind of huge animal fossil that was staring at the ice and snow land indifferently.

Fang Zhuo asked the system for help, "Can you scan what's inside?"

The system said directly, "Shocking Python."

The Shocking Python is a legendary species on the mainland. It is said that it can swallow the sun and the moon with its mouth open, and can set off tsunamis when it goes into the sea. It is quite awesome.

Fang Zhuo touched it with his hands greedily, "So this is a fossil?"

233 said, "The living fossil, it's just asleep."

The bearded beard saw that Gui Jianshou, who even frightened Moxiu, admired his own Zhenshan stone so much, and became proud, "This stone has guarded here for many years, and it gathers the demonic energy of heaven and earth. It is absolutely extraordinary."

Of course this is not Fanpin, this is definitely an opportunity for the protagonist.

Without saying a word, Fang Zhuo flew away with a flash of white light on the spot.

Leaving the beard alone, he touched the Mediterranean Sea on top of his head, confused about the situation.

In the inn, Duan Rin was still practicing, not to mention his posture, even his hair hadn't changed.

Fang Zhuofang walked into the door lightly, his nose suddenly itched, and he yawned. The smell of alcohol shivered and quickly dissipated into the air.

The young man on the stool frowned and got down, "Where did Master go? Have you been drinking?"

Although now that he has cultivated himself and never gets drunk after a thousand cups, Fang Zhuo is still a little flattered, with two bright red spots floating on his face, and his eyes are shining with water.

"I only drank a little." He let out a mouthful of foul air, feeling a little hot, "Rest early, we will set off early tomorrow morning."

Duan Lin didn't have any objections, but quietly left the inn while the person on the bed was asleep in the middle of the night, and found the two who had drank with Fang Zhuo from another inn.

The bearded man never thought that he would be so unlucky, he sent the old one away, and a young one came.

The point is, this little one is still a magician.

Duan Lin's cultivation base is not high, but he releases some magic energy appropriately.

His devilish energy was so pure that he was so frightened that he thought he had met a boss in the late Golden Core stage.

When some demon cultivators kill people, they like to open their guts, goug their eyes, and their hearts. They are much more cruel than those cultivators who are self-proclaimed and decent.

The bearded man was so obedient, while kowtowing, he sold out Fang Zhuo.

Duan Lin squatted down, grabbed the back collar of the bearded clothes, and pulled his upper body off the ground, "How long have you been together?"

"No, less than one square hour."

"See his face?"

The bearded head shook like a rattle, "No, no, he has been wearing a mask."

Duan Lin let go, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he returned to the room, the man was still lying on his side. The moonlight passed through the window paper and fell on the head of the bed.

Duan Lin walked without making a sound, even her breath was restrained deliberately.

He knelt down and quietly looked at Fang Zhuo's face.

This person often thinks that every time he does something, every time he does it, there is his reason.

For example, what happened to him in the afternoon, he can be sure that the man made an impromptu request to inquire about the Qingcang sect with those two people.

But later he proposed to go to the bitter cold extreme north, it must be to confirm a certain conjecture in his mind, and after the conjecture was confirmed, he came back and told him to leave tomorrow.

The destination should be Qing Cang Sect.

Duan Lin said suddenly, "Master."

Fang Zhuo was in a deep sleep, he couldn't even hear his fart, not only didn't he hear it, he even scratched it a few times.

The young man twitched his lips, "Who the hell are you?"

It wasn't Shen Su, and it wasn't some evil thing that seized the house. This person seemed to know a lot of things. Sometimes, he would even think affectionately that this person came here to save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

Duan Lin raised his hand, with his fingertips hanging in the air, tracing the facial features of all men, it's so beautiful, it looks good everywhere.

Fang Zhuo was ignorant, turned over, and pulled the collar of his clothes in dislike of heat, exposing a small part of his collarbone.

Duan Lin choked for breath, and then became heavy. From his angle, he could just see the man's chest covered by the clothes.

The red flower that is about to drip is quietly blooming.

He leaned over and pushed aside the front of his clothes with his fingers, exposing a small petal to the moonlight, alluring and seductive.

Fang Zhuo had a very strange dream that night, dreaming that someone was tickling him.One after another, scratching from the chest to the instep.

Later, it was a ghost pressing the bed again, and I always felt that there was a stone on my chest, and it was cramped.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he grabbed it with his backhand and caught a ball of hair.

Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he pushed open his glued eyelids. Under the clothes on his chest, the chicken cubs were huddling around inside, having a great time playing.

He sat up on the bed and found that it was bright and he was alone in the room.

"Where's your brother?" Fang Zhuo took out the chicken cub, shook it in the air, and suddenly said "Huh", why didn't this little guy crow this morning?

The chicken cub seemed to see Papa's question, opened its small yellow mouth, and hiccupped.

Oh, I'm full, no wonder I don't bark.

Fang Zhuo rubbed its stomach with his fingers, it was swollen.

Being a chicken can reach this level, it is already the pinnacle.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Duan Lin walked in with freshly boiled hot water, twisted the hot handkerchief and handed it over.

Fang Zhuo took it, covered his face and took a deep breath, and immediately felt refreshed.

He handed the towel back and found that the young man's eyes were bloodshot, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Duan Lin clutched the towel tightly, stared at Fang Zhuo and said, "No."

Fang Zhuo suddenly realized that this child must have stayed up all night practicing.

He got out of bed and put on his shoes, took out his coat and put it on, when his arm was suddenly pulled from behind.

Duan Lin, "May I ask Master a question?"

Fang Zhuo, "Ask."

Duan Lin caught a glimpse of something suddenly, his ears turned red, and he shook his head, "It's nothing."

Fang Zhuo was curious, but he couldn't show it. He stretched out his hand, and the chick flew over and landed in his palm, and slipped into the owner's sleeve.

Duan Lin lowered his eyes, raised his eyes after a few moments, and looked at the side of the man's neck, where there was a small patch of bright red.

A rush of hot air surged up in his chest, making his mouth dry.

If he had a vague understanding of the relationship between the master and his uncle because of their private conversation before, then after last night, this understanding has changed from vague to clear.

Fang Zhuo was walking on the road, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Looking back, the apprentice is holding the whip, obediently following behind.

Fang Zhuo's eyes fell on the long whip, "How is the whipping technique recently?"

Duan Lin tightened his grip on the whip, "I just want to ask Master for advice."

Fang Zhuo nodded and took half a step back.

Over there, the young man has already started to swing his whip.

I have to say that this kid's comprehension is really high. I haven't taught him yet. He has already learned to pour spiritual power into the whip, and he has his own whip wind. It's awesome.

In addition to sighing, the sense of crisis also doubled, this kid is too inhuman when he cultivates.

Fang Zhuo panicked, "Brother Ah San, I don't think I will be able to teach him after a while."

As a master, he was overtaken by his apprentices, and when the news spreads, where will he put his face.

233 said, "You can't be a master and apprentice, you can be a brother or a friend."

Fang Zhuo looked at the young man who was playing with the whip so that the faces of gods and ghosts turned pale, and couldn't help shaking.

This aptitude, this comprehension, and what he hides in his dantian, destined him not to yield to anyone.

In this kind of comprehension world, which protagonist does not have seven or eight chances, and a dozen or so nobles.

Some of them are big stones, some are small stones, but without exception, they are all stepping stones for the protagonist to climb the peak of life.

Of course, that includes him too.

For the first time, Fang Zhuo realized that the wings of the chick under his arms were gradually hardening, and he would not be needed soon.

Duan Lin retracted his whip, his eyes were dark and bright, "What do you think, Master?"

Fang Zhuo raised his chin at the young man, "Two tricks with the teacher."

Duan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "With the master's cultivation, it's a bit bullying."

Fang Zhuo suppressed his cultivation, "How?"

As soon as the young man on the opposite side moved his finger, the end of the whip flew towards him.

After suppressing his cultivation, Fang Zhuo was just a rookie in the early stage of foundation establishment. It stands to reason that the two should be on par, but soon, he found that it was more difficult to deal with.

Duan Lin's moves are quick, precise and ruthless, and he loves to use his brain, play tricks and strategies.

Fang Zhuo only had a cold at the beginning, but he couldn't do it in the second half, his hands and legs were entangled by the whip.

Until the end, the waist was also wrapped.

The young man had great strength, and as soon as he pulled in his direction, Fang Zhuo's body was swept away by the whip.

Duan Lin grabbed his waist, "Master, you lost."

Fang Zhuo lost face, twisted a little annoyed, frowned, "Let go."

Duan Lin let go of him, and twirled his fingers lightly, missing the soft touch.

He hung the whip back around his waist and knelt down on one knee, "I was so rude just now, please master punish me."

Oh, now I know I'm being rude, why did I go earlier.

I don't know what it means to stay on the front line so that we can meet again in the future?

Fang Zhuo put on a straight face, and said generously, "It's a fair discussion, there's no way you can offend me, get up."

Duan Lin got up obediently, like a big dog who only wants to praise, "I also ask Master to give me some pointers."

Fang Zhuo said, "There is nothing to point out, your whip technique has been practiced quite well."

Duan Lin was encouraged. Along the way, he used the whip to catch hares, used the whip to collect firewood, and even went to the river to catch fish, and he could use the whip to entangle the fish.

The hand whip method made Fang Zhuo's scalp tingle.

Every time he saw the whip being thrown out, he subconsciously rubbed his waist.

To be honest, just now, being wrapped up was quite painful, and the waist must have turned red.

For his old waist, Fang Zhuo proposed, "I will take you to control the sword as a teacher."

As soon as the ice edge sword was released, the surrounding trees immediately trembled. Seeing the admiring eyes of the little apprentice, the aggrieved heart finally felt better.

Fang Zhuo reached out to hold the young man's hand and pulled him up.

Yu Jian's speed was fast and the wind was strong. Duan Lin tentatively reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the master. Seeing that the man did not object, he put his arms around his waist again.

Fang Zhuo glanced at the well-behaved hands clasped in front of his belly, and did not raise any objections.

He asked the system at the corner of his mouth, "Brother Ah San, look at the data, the intimacy value must have risen."

[Intimacy value: four stars. 】

Fuck, it has risen so much?He asked, "Just let him hug you for a while, and it's only increased by one and a half?"

233 said it wasn't because of this, Fang Zhuo asked, "Why is that?"

The system held back for a while, and finally threw out three words, "I don't know."

With that fierce tone, Fang Zhuo squinted his mouth aggrievedly, and then secretly increased his driving spiritual power, and within half a day, he reached the edge of the extremely cold place.

Fang Zhuo took off his outer shirt and threw it to the young man, "Put it on."

He led the people to the big rock, stroked his chin and began to think.

Since this place is the "mountain gate" of the Qing Cang Sect, there must be an enchantment or restriction. As long as there is a slight touch, the old ancestor in the bearded mouth will definitely pop out.

He threw the ice edge sword to Duan Lin, "Split this stone."

According to Duan Lin's current strength, holding the sword was quite strenuous, but he gritted his teeth and held on, chopping again and again, the palm of his hand was worn out by the hilt and bleeding.

Since coming here, Fang Zhuo has been conscientiously being a good teacher, and when will this kid bleed.

He stretched out his hand to grab the young man's arm distressedly, but was thrown away forcefully.

As if possessed by a demon, Duan Lin swung the sword mechanically, and compared it smoothly with each other. In the end, he split the stone with his sword.

The ground under his feet suddenly began to shake, and even the opposite mountain began to shake.

The ice and snow above collapsed like a mountain torrent.

It's an avalanche.