Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Listen to this tone, if you dare not believe it, you are courting death.

Fang Zhuo looked sincere, "I believe, I believe."

He touched the jade hairpin on his head, took it off, and quickly changed the subject, "Look at the quality of the jade, when did you buy this style?"

233 suddenly said, "This jade hairpin has a lot of background."

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and found that there was indeed a curl of spiritual energy entwined on it. There was a little bright red on the top of the jade hairpin. If you looked carefully, you could see that it should not be natural color or artificial dyeing.

But blood Qin.

I just don't know what blood it is.

"Brother Ah San, can you detect whether it's spirit beast blood or human blood?"

"It's Phoenix blood." 233 was determined, "Good stuff."

Seeing that the master couldn't put it down, Duan Lin didn't say anything, his eyes softened, he took the hairpin and put it on for him again, "I got a chance, do you like it?"

Fang Zhuo remembered the boss's sales pitch, and nodded falteringly.

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Yuan Mingzong's disciples have been extremely busy these two days.

A small group was sent out to look for traces of the little master, and the other small group disguised themselves as ordinary people and went to the extreme north to inquire about the person who survived the catastrophe that day.

Suddenly, a great power in the fusion stage appeared in the realm of magic cultivation, and many people in the realm of human cultivation could not sleep at night, and could not eat tea or rice.

I was afraid that the soldiers would come to the city the next day and they would be caught off guard.

During this period of time, all the disciples of various sects have entered into a state of preparation for battle, their cultivation is more diligent than before, and their patrols within the sect are also stricter.

As soon as Fang Zhuo arrived at the mountain gate with his young apprentice, he saw a group of disciples patrolling with swords. Everyone had a serious expression, as if they were about to go out to fight.

In the patrol team, someone deserted and glanced left and right. When his eyes fell on Fang Zhuo, he was stunned.

"Small, little uncle!"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone followed the disciple's line of sight and looked over.

The leading disciple looked like a ghost, turned his head and ran away, shouting, "Master, hurry up and tell Master, the little uncle is back!"

A moment later, in the East Peak Promise Hall.

Fang Zhuo was surrounded by four senior brothers, and his ears were buzzing.

I don't know how long it took, but the brothers finally had enough talking in the group, and the boss Zhao Dongnian presided over the topic.

"In the past few days, your three senior brothers and I have been sending you voice transmissions in turn, why don't you reply."

"Ah?" Fang Zhuo was confused, he didn't know about it at all.

The system reminded, "The protagonist is afraid that some senior brothers will disturb your recovery, so he unilaterally hijacked the sound transmission."

Fang Zhuo squinted at the little apprentice, the brat lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, pretending to be pretty.

He said guiltily, "Brothers also know the situation in the north, but they really didn't care about it, and I was injured later..."

When the senior brothers heard that they were injured, they couldn't care less about other things. They started to care about each other with every word.

After about half an hour, Fang Zhuo finally broke free from the tongues of his seniors.

He led his disciples, and just stepped into the door of Xiangwuwei Peak's small courtyard, when a sapphire blue figure rushed towards him.

After the junior uncle left that day, Song Qingjian was lectured by his master and the other three uncles.

After that, he stayed at Wuwei Peak all the time.

One day, two days and three days passed, and there was still no news from the little uncle, and the disciples sent to the north also sent news that no one was found.

A good living person is like disappearing from the world.

Song Qingjian was terrified, thinking that something had really happened to the little uncle, and he was blaming himself all day long, thinking it was all his fault, so he didn't take care of others.

Now that the person finally came back, he wished he could hold his little uncle and cry for three days and three nights.

Unfortunately, this idea was blocked by a hand.

Duan Lin didn't feel ashamed at all of bullying the little one, and pushed him away with a skillful hand.

With tears in the corners of Song Qingjian's eyes and shaking his lips, he realized that the little uncle had brought someone back.

It was a tall man with unfamiliar facial features, but he recognized the whip hanging on the other's waist.

It was the whip that Duan Lin never left his body, even when he was sleeping.

Song Qingjian opened his mouth, with a vague idea in his mind, "Uncle, this is..."

Fang Zhuo patted him on the head, "This is your junior brother Duan."

Song Qingjian, "..."

He took a step back, and then another step, in disbelief, "No, it's not possible..."

In less than a year, the little radish has grown into a young man, and then from a young man to a handsome and mature man. This growth rate is too unbelievable.

"I don't believe it." Song Qingjian was very conflicted.

In the past, in front of the little boy Duan Lin, he still had the arrogance of a senior brother.

Now the other party is tall and big, just looking at that gloomy face is scary, what capital is there to be proud?

Fang Zhuo knew that some children and some adults could not understand awkwardness and comparison psychology.

In a rare and gentle way, he bent down and looked at the young man at the same level, "Aren't you used to having an extra brother?"

Song Qingjian lowered his head, rubbed his toes on the ground, and muttered, "Yes."

Duan Lin, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Zhuo towards him.

The refreshing fragrance suddenly faded away.

Song Qingjian raised his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of eyes that implied warning.

Those eyes were strangely black, Song Qingjian shuddered, and almost yelled "Brother, I was wrong, but fortunately I held back."

Before this period, the younger brother didn't talk much, and he would come over to practice from time to time, and he wouldn't be with him, he always walked alone.

Now that he suddenly appeared so high, his temper has grown.

Song Qingjian felt very uncomfortable, why, isn't it just because of his height.

He pursed his lips, glared at Duan Rin provocatively, and became stubborn, "Little Uncle, can you demonstrate the sword technique again, I forgot what you taught last time."

Tsk tsk, this is a fight for favor.

Junior nephew, you don't know something, your junior brother is in my heart, that is supreme.Even if I do things, I have to act according to his face.

Fang Zhuo peeked sideways, and met the eyes of the little apprentice, who smiled at him.

Good-looking is good-looking, but it makes the scalp numb and the knees feel weak.

He swallowed, put his hands back, turned and walked into the room, "Uncle Shi is a little tired today, I will demonstrate it for you another day."

Song Qingjian was annoyed, the little uncle had been running around for days, and he heard that he was injured a little bit, so his request was too much.

He stared at his toes, his brows were tightened. Although he was not as mature as an adult in the past, he was still stable, but now he is becoming less and less like himself.

Fang Zhuo entered his mansion, the inside was spotless, it looked like it had been cleaned by someone.

He sent out a voice transmission and thanked Song Qingjian.

The young man who was immersed in self-reflection just a second ago, immediately became full of energy, which was more effective than fighting chicken blood.

But this happiness didn't last long when he heard someone calling him.

Duan Lin looked at the objects in the room that did not belong to him, his whole face turned dark.

I just went out for a stroll with my master, did this kid think he was dead, looked at the boy standing at the door, hesitating, and said coldly, "Come in."

As Song Qingjian's young disciple at the first peak of the Yuan Mingzong, the senior brothers and sisters above love him so much, when has he been ordered in such a tone.

Teenagers also have their own stubbornness.

His feet were like tree roots, refusing to move.

Duan Lin stepped over with long legs, and Song Qingjian was easily caught by a big hand like a little chick, into the room and thrown to the ground.

"Who allowed you to change the room?" Duan Lin was condescending, with a condescending posture and tone that made people very uncomfortable.

Song Qingjian gritted his teeth, "Me."

"You're not here, so I naturally have to take care of the little uncle's daily life nearby."

Duan Lin knelt down, pinched the boy's face, "I'm back, I don't need you."

He is not a dog who will go away, Song Qingjian said angrily, "You and I have the same level of cultivation, why do you let me go?"

If there is a dispute between disciples, they often rely on competitions to solve the problem.

Song Qingjian heard from his master that Duan Rin has no spiritual roots and will always stop at Qi training. He is about to build a foundation soon, will he not be able to beat him?

He wants to teach this big man well today, how to be a good man.

He got up from the ground and looked down at the man who was still squatting on the ground, "It's a close-up competition, no weapons are allowed. If I win, this room belongs to me."

In the room, Fang Zhuo applauded unkindly.

It's the most boring thing to watch onlookers fight.

It's a pity, to protect the boy's self-esteem, he can't watch the scene.

Just as he was sighing, there was a knock at the door.

Duan Lin walked in, pulled the door shut with his backhand, clasped Fang Zhuo's shoulders, and pushed him against the door.

"Peeping again?"

"..."

Fang Zhuo had felt it a few times before, and the little apprentice seemed to dare to detect him peeping.

Hey, the protagonist this time is so awesome, even the system's live broadcast system can sense it.

But if you ask, just ask, why did you move your mouth, Fang Zhuo only felt a numbness on his neck, and within two strokes, a big strawberry was thrown out.

Song Qingjian saw the shadows on the window paper overlapping and shaking, and scratched his head in doubt, "Uncle?"

Duan Lin opened the door and walked out, Song Qingjian subconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked inside.

The little uncle was sitting cross-legged in front of the incense burner, meditating with his eyes closed, but his clothes were a bit strange, his neck was tightly covered, and he seemed afraid of the cold.

It seems that the master didn't tell him the truth, the little uncle was hurt very badly this time.

He pursed his lips, looked at the big man, "Go, go to the dojo."

Song Qingjian is full of confidence, because he knows that in the cultivation world, age, height and weight are not a problem, and what really determines the outcome is his own cultivation.

The two stood on the left and the right, respectively standing on the black and white sides of the Tai Chi diagram.

Song Qingjian concentrated all his spiritual power on his fists and legs, ran fast, and punched quickly, every time he hit his life directly.

Duan Lin suppressed his cultivation, only dodged, and did not fight back. After several rounds, neither of them was injured.

Song Qingjian was sweating profusely. He couldn't believe it. With his qi training skills, how could he manage to avoid it every time.

Duan Rin stepped forward, pinched the boy's face and lifted it up, gently stroked with the other hand, leaving a knife mark on the tree behind him.

Song Qingjian touched his neck subconsciously, but there was no bleeding.

A shadow fell, and the little junior brother was leaning over to look at him, "Master belongs to me alone, put away your flattering thoughts."

Until Duan Rin left, Song Qingjian was still in fear and shock.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly came back to his senses and touched his pants. Fortunately, it was okay, he didn't really pee his pants.

Duan Lin came down the stone steps and was about to enter the door when he noticed someone chasing him from behind.

Song Qingjian's attitude changed drastically, and he took the initiative to switch back the things in the two rooms, his face was flushed, he hesitated to speak, "Junior Brother Duan."

Duan Lin's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't say a word.

He is releasing his consciousness to monitor the entire Yuan Mingzong, and everyone's words and deeds are under control.

Song Qingjian worshiped the strong, and he was so scared that he almost peed his pants just now, it was so thrilling and exciting.

He took a step forward, his ears blushing, "Little brother, how did you manage to turn the aura into substance? Can you teach me."

Duan Lin raised his eyebrows, "I can teach you, but you have to promise me that you are not allowed to cling to Master after menstruation."

"I don't have one." Song Qingjian was a half-grown boy after all, and was very embarrassed when he heard the word "sticky".

After a short period of entanglement, he chose to compromise temporarily, and let the tricks be learned first.

So, a quarter of an hour later, on the light screen in front of Fang Zhuo, a picture similar to father strictness and son filial piety appeared.

He sighed, propped his chin and said to the system, "Thousands of years old, how could he have the cheek to compete with children."

233,"You gave it."

Fang Zhuo agreed, "My man, I don't spoil anyone."

As he was talking, he suddenly wanted to grab a chicken cub, but after groping around, he couldn't find anything. In a blink of an eye, he saw the shocking python turning in from the window, and lazily put his hand on his head.

Fang Zhuo took advantage of the situation and rubbed twice, then slapped his head violently, "Oops, my son is still in the cave."

It was already midnight when Duan Lin lifted the barrier remotely and the chicken cub flew back from the extreme north.

As soon as I opened the window paper with my head, spiritual power flew from nowhere, and it flew out all at once, and happened to land in the bird's nest on the top of the tree.

Unconvinced, it flew down and landed on the roof. After a lot of effort, it finally heard a little noise.

He had heard this voice before, it belonged to his father.

Hmm, ah, I don't know what I'm doing, it seems that I can't sleep with my father tonight.

The chicken cub was dejected, and when he turned his back, he saw a snake. It was really fat.

The big snake was very irritated by its mocking eyes, curled its tail, dragged the chicken away, and went to the back mountain.

The Profound Realm Conference is coming soon, Fang Zhuo must practice honestly.

But it's strange to say that although the cultivation base is still not advanced, it is obvious that the meridians have been broadened, and the spiritual power in the dantian is abundant.

Fang Zhuo turned around in Hengtian Secret Realm, and suddenly realized that it turned out to be dual cultivation.

The last world was the Dharma-ending era. Although it was also a dual practice, it was more about the combination of yin and yang between two people.

This world is different, the fusion of mind and soul, and the fit of body can benefit both of them in terms of cultivation.

Fang Zhuo was bubbling with beauty in his heart, imagining, "Brother Ah San, do you think if I continue like this, my spiritual power will accumulate more and more, and then it will burst out at the Profound Realm Conference and amaze the audience .”

233 poured a basin of cold water on it, "No, your dantian can't carry so much aura at all, you can only get in and out, and it will explode sooner or later."

Fang Zhuo imagined the scene where his body was torn apart and the minced meat flew all over the place, feeling a little disgusted.

He hurriedly got up and went to the ashram, took out his sword, and danced in a swish, decided not to make trouble tonight, and covered the quilt with his disciples, big and small, and had a good chat.

It is best to be able to convince the other party to accept his Yuan Dan.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, stopped the sword and fumbled around his body, unfortunately, the suicide note seemed to have disappeared.

He panicked and shouted, "Brother Ah San, have you seen my suicide note?"

233 said no.

"Can I watch the replay?" Fang Zhuo was in a daze, the things written in the suicide note were not for fun, if other people saw it, he and the little apprentice would have to play together.

233 was silent for a moment, "Sorry, I can't play back."