They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

The underworld is full of yin, the red tent is blown away by the wind, and the breath that is close at hand is entangled.

Mo Nianhuan's appearance was reflected in Shen Yuanyu's eyes, and the blood on the corner of his lips made him frown slightly: "You have been poisoned by obscenity, so you can stop thinking about it, you know?"

"But I only think about you." Mo Nianhuan only felt that the heat all over his body was rampant and difficult to vent, but the coldness on Shen Yuanyu's body made him long to get close, and with his uncontrollable nostalgia, his eyes were hot, he leaned closer to Shen Yuanyu and murmured Dao, with heavy eyelids:

"...Master, are you touching me?"

In an instant, the green lotus in front of the forehead faintly glowed with holy light, suppressing the wanton devilish energy.

It also gradually took away Mo Nianhuan's consciousness.

Shen Yuanyu hugged the limp person into her arms, her light-colored pupils reflecting Mo Nianhuan's appearance were moist and rippling, she was glad to regain the treasure after losing it.

He meticulously wiped off the blood stains on the corners of Mo Nianhuan's lips, and healed him with spiritual power. After his pulse stabilized, he gently wrapped her in his arms, covered his head with his coat, and hugged him. His expression was completely cold in the next second. Looking at the entrance of this sinister underworld, how dare you bring Mo Nianhuan to this wretched place?

This is the person he snatched back from Black and White Wuchang, and no one can take it away again.

With a wave of his hand, thousands of ghosts wailed and wailed, their souls flew away, and the gate of the underworld and the five-headed beast guarding the underworld were chopped into pieces, which undoubtedly demolished the gate of ghosts.

The head of the world's immortal sect Qingyuan Xianjun realized the ruthless way, neither happy with things nor sad with himself.

But only Shen Yuanyu knows that there is only one person in this world who can make him happy and sad, and live like a person.

Shen Yuanyu looked at the gate of the underworld crashing into powder, looked back indifferently, then looked down at Mo Nianhuan who had fainted in her arms, gently stroked her upper lip, trembling her fingertips to show her tenderness, and slowly lowered her head.

This kiss fell on the fingertips, full of reluctance.

"I am back."

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The lake surface returned to silence, and the evil spirit permeating the black mist swamp was wiped out at that moment just now, as if it had never appeared.

The seven-star exorcism formation just laid did not come in handy.

Ghost Xiu disappeared, along with Mo Nianhuan.

Shen Wanqi couldn't believe his pupils shrunk slightly, his hands frozen in mid-air trembled, but in the next second his brows relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is our beautiful little junior sister taken away like this?" Feng Lanze opened the fan and fanned it lazily.

"It's okay." Shen Qianyu caught the familiar breath and said softly,

"Oh?" Feng Lanze looked at the calm appearance of the three brothers now, and didn't know who was pale just now, he smiled, and pointed his fan at the lake: "But it's true, there is no black mist swamp in this lake anymore. The full recovery of the evil spirit means that the ghost cultivator is no longer there. Even if the ghost cultivator is still there, we cannot easily touch this lake. It is rumored that the lake where the ghost cultivator appears is the entrance to the underworld, and there will definitely be black mist swamps. The evil spirit is dense. According to the law of three boundaries, we and other mortals are not allowed to touch the underworld at will, unless we are willing to die."

The elder brother of Ling Xiaozong withdrew the seven-star exorcism array: "This ghost cultivator is so arrogant that he can take away people from our fairy gate. Isn't this a provocation to our fairy gate! Why don't we try to break through this lake and give it to us?" That ghost cultivator must suffer!"

Shen Baiyi sneered: "Senior brother Ling, do you understand what is the underworld? Break through this lake? This ghost cultivator's cultivation base is above ours, even if we work together, we may not be his opponent."

A disciple behind Ling Xiaozong said: "Then we will die one more person? Isn't this ghost cultivator bullying the weak if he makes it clear!"

"Death? Who said that." Shen Wanqi looked at the disciple who spoke quietly.

The disciple lowered his head in fright.

Feng Lanze stepped onto the bow of the boat, looking down at the lake with a bit of vigilance, as if seeing bigger and bigger ripples: "Someone is coming."

Throwing the fan backhanded, a spell opened the defensive barrier while the fan was spinning.

But just after opening the enchantment spell, it disappeared.

Feng Lanze half-closed his eyes, he looked straight at not far away, such a strong spiritual force, who is it? !

Shen Qianyu caught a familiar breath, looked at Shen Wanqi and Shen Baiyi, and the three of them looked at each other, and they were sure that they were right.

As soon as the words fell, the boat under him shook slightly.

Thousands of trees were silent, only to see that the lake was deeply divided into two, surrounded by mist, and a white figure rose from the lake, like an exile coming to the world.

The clothes outlined by plain white silver and blue silk auspicious clouds, like black black silk, poured over the whole body gorgeously, the brows of heaven and man are shocked, and the eyes are as light as still water, flowing like frost like cold moon.

And he held the thin body tightly held by the red fur in his arms, airtight without a trace of exposed skin.

Slowly land on the boat.

Feng Lanze withdrew his fan and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him, bowed down respectfully by such an irresistible aura.

Ling Xiaozong's disciples bowed their heads respectfully.

Looking at the Jiuzhou Continent, the only mortal with such divine power is the most accomplished immortal cultivator and the first Qingyuan Immortal Lord of the Immortal Sect.

Just one step away, a thought becomes a god.

"The disciple has seen the master!"

Seeing that it was Shen Yuanyu, the three of Shen Wanqi stepped forward one after another, and they were relieved when they saw Mo Nianhuan in the arms of the master, as long as nothing happened.

"There's no need to chase after me. I've sealed the entrance to Henghu Yincao's underworld, and no more ghost cultivators will come out to do evil."

The cold voice was majestic, but also with a sense of security, the disciples of Ling Xiaozong felt a false alarm.

"The disciples of Lingxiao Sect thank Immortal Qingyuan for his help."

Shen Yuanyu's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Ling Xiaozong's group: "I want to hold Ling Xiaozong accountable. As a cultivator, it is impossible not to notice the breath of ghost cultivators, but why didn't you solve it at the beginning?"

"Back to Xianjun Qingyuan, because the Immortal Sect Conference is coming soon, and the disciples don't want to spoil the interest of each sect, so—"

"So the common people at the bottom of the mountain were allowed to maliciously kill and hurt the living beings?" Shen Yuanyu's tone became more and more serious: "This is not a ghost cultivator doing evil, but the common people doing evil and hurting the gods. This is your Ling Xiaozong's negligence."

Eldest brother Ling Xiaozong was so frightened that his back was sweating coldly when he heard this: "Go back to Qingyuan Xianjun, this time it was indeed negligence due to the busyness of the Xianmen Conference, and it will definitely not be the case in the future."

"Also, who just said that this great apprentice died?"

At the sound of these words, the disciples of Ling Xiaozong were all dumbfounded, big apprentice? !Can't help but look at the one held in Shen Yuanyu's arms, is this the rumored good-for-nothing disciple of Immortal Qingyuan? !Isn't it little junior sister? !

"Mo Nianhuan is my eldest disciple. If someone lets me hear that someone is disrespectful to him, don't blame me for being ruthless." Shen Yuanyu glanced at the three brothers Shen Wanqi and said indifferently: "You three People come with me."

Tap your toes lightly, and rise into the air with the person in your arms.

"Yes, Master."

Feng Lanze stood at the bow of the boat shaking his fan, looked up at the four people who left, and couldn't help sighing: "Everyone knows that there is a great apprentice under the seat of Qingyuan Xianjun, with damaged spiritual roots and stupid talents, but I don't know, this It's amazing to protect it like eyeballs."

Unexpectedly, this Shen Xi was not called Shen Xi, but Mo Nianhuan, who was neither junior sister nor junior brother, but actually a senior brother.

What kind of idler is the apprentice that can make Qingyuan Xianjun look at him? Just look at Shen Wanqi and the three of them and you will know which one is not a talent from heaven.

Thinking of the Guixu fan in Mo Nianhuan's hand, it was transformed by the ancient divine beast phoenix. Such an arrogant divine beast would succumb to a waste?He doesn't believe it.

The corners of his lips are slightly raised, then this time the Fairy Gate Conference is interesting.

"Isn't Qingyuan Xianjun's big apprentice a waste? Why is Qingyuan Xianjun so precious?"

"The three Fenglin and Chen brothers are also very precious."

"I heard that Mo Nianhuan, the eldest apprentice of Immortal Qingyuan, seems to be his illegitimate son."

"Really, does Immortal Qingyuan have a partner?"

"There are rumors, but it seems that he died. Since then, he has been practicing alone, and then he brought Mo Nianhuan back from nowhere."

Feng Lanze glanced at a group of Ling Xiaozong who hadn't caught Guixiu and was still talking, and couldn't help chuckling. It seems that this time, their Fengyu Palace can be promoted to the second place in the Immortal Sect.

Lingxiao Palace Mingmanyuan——

Headmaster Ling paced anxiously outside the room, and others who didn't know it thought it was his wife who gave birth.

Looking at her father's trembling look, Ling Luo'er was a little puzzled: "Father, you've already turned a stick of incense, my daughter looks so dizzy."

"Father, I'm worried that Immortal Qingyuan will blame us, and our Lingxiaozong will lose face." Headmaster Ling sighed melancholy: "I never thought that Shen Xi would be Mo Nian, the eldest disciple of Immortal Qingyuan. Huan, I don't know how the injury is."

Ling Luoer didn't expect such a good-looking person to be a man, nor did she think that he was the rumored good-for-nothing apprentice under the seat of Immortal Qingyuan, no wonder he looked like a lady of every family, he didn't look like a cultivator at all. Thin skin and tender meat.

"Father, why does such a powerful figure as Qingyuan Xianjun accept people with damaged spiritual roots? Isn't this no different from ordinary people? Could it be that Mo Nianhuan is the illegitimate son of Qingyuan Xianjun?"

Headmaster Ling heard his daughter mention this question, he hesitated to speak: "Is the head of the Immortal Gate something we can criticize, children should not ask."

The more mysterious it is, the more curious Ling Luoer is, why did Immortal Qingyuan accept a trash as an apprentice?

With a 'squeak', the door was opened.

The one who opened the door was Shen Qianyu, who bowed politely to Sect Leader Ling, smiled gently and said, "My senior brother is fine, let Senior Uncle Ling worry about it." He also nodded his head to Ling Luoer.

Sect Leader Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Can I go in now?"

"Naturally, Master is waiting for Master Ling inside." Shen Qianyu turned sideways.

Headmaster Ling walked in quickly, thinking about how to turn the tide for a while. Their Ling Xiaozong's image, after all, is the host of this fairy gate meeting, and they don't want to be embarrassed.

"Hey wait..."

Just as Shen Qianyu was about to go in, Ling Luoer grabbed his arm. He lowered his eyes and touched his hand, avoiding it without any trace of intimacy, and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Ling, what's the matter?"

Ling Luoer didn't care about those details either, she lowered her voice and asked Shen Qianyu: "Senior Brother Qianyu, um, why did Immortal Qingyuan accept such a stupid big apprentice?"

Shen Qianyu's eyes narrowed slightly, this woman actually called his senior brother stupid?

"Is Mo Nianhuan the illegitimate son of your master?"

The more Shen Qianyu listened, the more outrageous he simply walked into the door without answering, raised his hand to close the door, and added a spell to prevent Ling Luoer from entering.

"Hey, why are you doing this, don't let people ask!"

The sandalwood in the room is quiet and elegant, and the cough keeps coming, which makes people's heart tighten.The three of Shen Wanqi stood not far from the bed, and they could not approach without the order of the master.

He could only forcefully resist Mo Nianhuan's coquettish treatment of his master.

"Master, I'm not feeling well, it's so hot..."

"Be obedient, don't pull it even if it's hot, you'll catch a cold."

"Just let me take off one, it's so hot and uncomfortable..."

"Xi'er, don't mess around."

"Humph."

Head Ling almost thought that he had misjudged the person. Could it be the cold and lonely Immortal Qingyuan who spoke so softly and dotingly in front of the bed?

Shen Yuanyu used her spiritual power to coax Mo Nianhuan to sleep, and saw that the flush on Mo Nianhuan's face had not subsided, her fair face was flushed, even the corners of her eyes were stained with an unsightly redness, and the green lotus on her forehead could no longer hold her back. The hotness of the soul-locking bead's obscene poison actually nourished the magic fruit. If it is not suppressed with medicine, the magic energy may not be able to be suppressed.

With deep eyes, the ghost cultivators did not appear by accident, they came for Mo Nianhuan.

When Mo Nianhuan's remnant soul is weak, no one can find out, but when the three souls return to their original position, all walks of life are ready to move.

"Master, Uncle Ling is here."

Shen Yuanyu raised her hand and brushed the hair on Mo Nianhuan's forehead, her eyes outlined this flushed and beautiful face, suppressing the turmoil in her heart that day, she looked sideways at the approaching figure, her eyes slightly restrained , his expression returned to calm, and he waved down the bed curtain.

Covered tightly, and then went out.

The moment Master Ling saw Shen Yuanyu, he couldn't help but bend down, and bowed respectfully: "I have seen Qingyuan Xianjun."

"Master Ling, has the snow opened on the top of the Holy Lotus?"

Master Ling nodded: "It's all in full bloom."

"I urgently need to use this holy lotus top snow and Shenzhi to boil a blind medicine for my disciple to unlock the poison of the soul orb. Please trouble Master Ling."

Master Ling raised his head in surprise: "My eldest nephew has been poisoned by the Soul Locking Orb?!"

Guixiu's lewdness of the soul-locking bead//poison is not ordinary overbearing, even if there is a medicine to cure it, it will take seven days and seven nights!

"With my seat here, there is no need to worry too much."

Master Ling's expression was serious: "But this poison still needs to be detoxified with the body, do you need me to find someone?"

Shen Yuanyu looked at Sect Leader Ling quietly: "I am here."

Head Ling: "..." It seemed that he had discovered something extraordinary.

The author has something to say:

Shen Yuanyu: I seem to be someone who doesn't understand?

Head Ling: ...It's just that I don't dare to believe that your master and apprentice are stirring up the foundation.

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