Infatuation buff transferred [Quick Transmigration]

In the barren land of Xizhou, the cold wind invaded the skin, and suddenly a large piece of terrible catastrophe cloud wrapped in purple thunder and lightning appeared in the sky. The rolling black cloud almost covered the sky, covering the rare golden sun in winter months, making the sky even colder frozen ground.

There was a loud bang, and purple lightning bolts as thick as an adult's wrist slammed down towards a certain place in Xizhou, with the power of heaven and earth, splitting large areas into scorched black pits.

Ordinary monks, if they go through the thunder calamity, they usually go through the three-seventh thunder calamity, but the thunder and lightning that struck the sky over Xizhou is not only 21, and the power of the thunder calamity is by no means so great.

Because of this unusual lightning calamity, many hidden cultivators suddenly came to Xizhou, which is usually inaccessible.

The cultivators who dare to come and investigate at this time are all above the Nascent Soul. They have advanced cultivation bases, and their bodies are not afraid of the severe cold. direction.

It's just that before they could find out who was crossing the robbery, Jielei, who had split 49 lightning bolts, was finally satisfied and gradually disappeared.

On the edge of Xizhou, in a deserted forest near Nancheng.

A boy about six or seven years old was leaning against an old tree. The black robe on his body was torn and torn, and the style could not be distinguished. Several places on his white skin seemed to be burned by something, leaving burns in his eyes.

His eyes are tightly closed, his eyelashes are long and thick, his small brows are frowning, and his cheeks are slightly smeared with baby fat. Even if there are two gray and black marks on his face, he can't hide his delicate and lovely appearance.

Lu Peichen opened his eyes under the severe pain and cold all over his body. He looked at the branches of the old tree above his head swaying slightly with the cold wind. The memory in his mind was blank. He only knew some common sense background of this world, and somehow knew that he just suffered It was a serious injury, and he died without medical treatment.

The survival instinct made the body subconsciously look at the storage ring worn on the left hand. The dark ring carrying hope has been broken into three pieces and fell on the mud floor, showing that it is powerless.

Lu Peichen supported the trunk of the old tree with difficulty, stood up from the ground, and wanted to get out of this deserted forest.

He endured the screaming pain all over his body, and dragged his seriously injured body forward reluctantly.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and wisps of sunlight cast on the dark soil.

Lu Peichen didn't have time to look at the sky. He thought he had walked for a long time, but when he looked back, he only walked tens of meters.

Thick fatigue swept through the body, and even a place between the eyebrows was excruciatingly painful, as if countless fine needles had been pierced, Lu Peichen fell down and sat down exhausted, even gasping for breath.

There was still an endless forest in front of him, Lu Peichen frowned and became dizzy.

Just as he was about to lose his strength and pass out, a white figure suddenly fell before his eyes.

The visitor was surprisingly young. He was dressed in white, with clear eyebrows, light pink lips, and black hair like a waterfall. The middle and back were tied with a white hairband, revealing a delicate and elegant appearance.

The young man's eyebrows are like ink paintings, his eyes are like cold stars, his face is like the mid-autumn moon, and his temperament is like a fairy. From a distance, he looks like a pure and pure immortal in the mountains. When he looks closely, he will notice the pair of phoenix eyes that contain a little bit of stars. , and a small black mole under the corner of the phoenix eyes, adding a few traces of red dust and fireworks.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated completely, and the dazzling sunlight cast on the young man's head through the branches without emerald green leaves, like a god.

The young man stretched out his slender and white hands with well-defined bones, his voice was as clear as a gurgling spring in the mountains, and asked, "You have a relationship with me as a teacher and apprentice, so would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Lu Peichen opened a pair of black and white eyes, and his long eyelashes fluttered a few times. He pulled himself together and asked, "If I am a teacher, will you save me?" The voice is unique to children.

The young man nodded slightly.

The boy then put some dirty, small palm into the young man's palm.

There is nothing to plot against him now, so it's better to take a gamble.

The young monk's brows and eyes are clear, and he can be described as beautiful and moonlike. With a very faint smile on the corner of his lips, he said in a warm voice: "My name is Duan Fangxiao, and from today onwards, I will be your master."

The next moment, Lu Peichen passed out.

When I wake up, I am hungry.

He faintly smelled a strong and mellow food aroma in his nostrils. Lu Peichen opened his eyes and looked around. It was a simple wing room, and the cheap master who saved him was not there.

The pain in his body subsided a lot, and Lu Peichen could still bear the rest. He turned over and got off the bed, and found that he was wrapped in a set of children's winter brocade clothes, which was very thick, just like that master, pure white of.

Just as he was about to go out to look for food, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a beautiful lady in white came in, with clear eyebrows and a calm expression, holding a bowl of milky white fresh fragrant fish soup in her hand.

The white palm holding the fish soup trembled slightly, Duan Fangxiao lowered her eyes to look at the child who bumped into his lap and reached his waist.

Lu Peichen looked a little embarrassed, he stepped back a few steps, Duan Fangxiao passed him, and put the fish soup on the wooden table.

Fascinated by the aroma, perhaps because he is too young now, Lu Peichen's stomach could not help but grunt twice, and he was even more hungry. He ran to the wooden table, stared at the fish soup, and looked up again. Look at the cheap master.

A small white dumpling, big black and white eyes full of longing, Duan Fangxiao seemed to be poked by something soft, his long eyelashes fluttered, a little puzzled by this strange emotion.

Seeing that the light in the child's eyes dimmed a bit, Duan Fangxiao said, "It's for you."

Lu Peichen thanked, and was struggling to pick up the big bowl of fish soup and was about to drink it. Suddenly he paused, looked at Duan Fangxiao, and asked, "Master, won't you drink it?"

Duan Fangxiao heard the child's soft "Master", just now that emotion came to his mind again, he was inexplicably happy, his face was still cold and indifferent, he shook his head and said: "I have already bigu, you can drink it yes."

Bigu?Lu Peichen blinked his eyes, an explanation naturally appeared in his mind, he nodded, and took small sips of fish soup.

Drinking the still steaming milky white fish soup into his belly, his lips and teeth were full of fresh and mellow deliciousness, and his heart was also warm and comfortable. Lu Peichen couldn't help speeding up the movement of drinking the soup.

The bowl was too big, bigger than Lu Peichen's face, and there was no spoon. After drinking for a while, his hands began to shake, so he had to put it down to relax.

Duan Fangxiao, who was sitting next to him, stared at the child happily drinking the soup, saw him stop, and asked, "But it doesn't suit your taste?"

Lu Peichen hesitated, looked at Duan Fangxiao, not sure whether his master had forgotten or what, but the young man gave him the feeling that although he looked cold and unapproachable, he was still a good person, so he whispered truthfully: "There is no spoon, bowl It's too heavy to carry."

From Duan Fangxiao's point of view, it was his disciple who asked him for help in aggrieved manner.

He glanced at his disciple's slender wrist, which was nearly half smaller than him, frowned slightly, and said, "It's because I'm not considerate as a teacher." Most common sense has been forgotten.

Duan Fangxiao took out a small clean emerald green bowl from the Sumeru Ring, poured a small portion of fish soup into it, and handed it to Lu Peichen.

Lu Peichen took it, there was still a little emerald light on the wall of the bowl, and he knew it was not ordinary at a glance. He stared at the small bowl of fish soup with a little curiosity, knowing inexplicably that it was a magic weapon.

Lu Peichen glanced at Duan Fangxiao, and put on a new label of being rich.

Using a utensil to give soup to a new apprentice?I'm afraid it's the only one in the cultivation world.

Duan Fangxiao looked at Yuxue's cute child quietly, and didn't say that the bowl was a high-grade magic weapon that can condense spiritual liquid. Seeing that the child continued to drink the soup happily, he quickly finished a big bowl of fish soup this time , a faint smile emerged from the bottom of her phoenix eyes.

He took out a few small spiritual fruits like a magic trick, and motioned to the child.

Lu Peichen ate the fruit and felt that his stomach was full of water. He glanced at Duan Fangxiao, and saw that the person was sitting on a wooden stool like a green bamboo, and seemed to have no intention of giving him food anymore. Did not ask the exit.

But Duan Fangxiao seemed to know what he wanted to say, and said lightly: "The few fruits just now are spiritual fruits. A drop of spiritual liquid is added to the fish soup, which is enough to fill the stomach. If you want to aspire to the great way, you must eat less mortal grains from now on."

It was only then that Lu Peichen realized that his master was some kind of cultivation power?Also seems to be a little strict on practice?

However, since one is a teacher, one must respect the teacher. Lu Peichen accepted it well. He was originally a very self-disciplined person who didn't eat mortal food. He was sure he could do it, so he said "yes" obediently.

Duan Fangxiao saw that the child was extraordinarily well-behaved, his eyes warmed up, and he was inexplicably a little proud.I always see those monks and apprentices in the Zongmen who are mischievous and disobedient in cultivation, and they always get into trouble, but his apprentices are different, cute and obedient, and when they are brought back to the Zongmen, they must crush those little monkeys.

"What's your name?" Duan Fangxiao asked.

"Lu Peichen."

Duan Fangxiao nodded, murmured twice, and asked again: "Where are your parents? I will take you back to the sect to practice, and I have to pay a visit."

Lu Peichen's expression froze, his memory of his identity was blank, how could he remember where his parents were?Maybe it's because he became smaller and his mood fluctuated a lot, he looked around with a dazed emotion, he pursed his lips, feeling a little lost.

So Duan Fangxiao saw that the child's expression was wronged again, and the slightly pouted mouth was tightly pursed, so that the baby on both cheeks was swollen, obviously sad, but it looked cute and a little happy feel.

Before Duan Fangxiao had time to appreciate it, she heard a small milk voice: "I don't remember anything."

Can not remember?Duan Fangxiao recalled that when he first met him, his body was covered with wounds, his voice was rare, and he said, "I can find your parents as a teacher, don't be afraid."

He said, "I'll lend you a strand of hair." Seeing Lu Peichen nodding, he pointed to a sword, cut off a small strand of hair, and used his spiritual power to find blood relatives.

This kind of technique is a technique that if the person being found is a monk, he will be backlashed. Duan Fangxiao doesn't care about the little backlash. He closed his eyes and deduced it. After a stick of incense, he was silent for a moment under the child's expectant gaze. Shaking his head, he regretted, "Your blood relative is no longer alive."

Lu Peichen actually guessed it, and miraculously didn't feel sad about this sentence, but he couldn't show it in front of Duan Fangxiao. He lowered his head and paused for a while, reached out and grabbed Duan Fangxiao's pure white sleeves, and said, "It's okay, I There is a master."

The little milk's voice was weak and small, and Duan Fangxiao felt distressed. He touched his heart, and his heart, which had been calm for a hundred years, seemed to have strange emotions several times when it met this good apprentice.

Being obsessed with cleanliness, he let the child pull his sleeve with the hand that had just finished drinking the soup, raised his other hand to stroke his apprentice's soft hair, and made a promise: "From now on, Master will be you relatives."

The author has something to say: the Lu Gong of children in this world will soften a little, but when they grow up, they will harden! =W

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