They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

There are still two days before the Fairy Gate Conference, the five sects and the small sects of the Fairy Gate have already arrived, and the entire Ling Xiaozong is full of excitement.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sound of practicing exercises could be heard everywhere in the Lingxiao Sect at Maoshi, the sword cut the dead leaves, cut through the breeze, and the brothers and sisters were heroic.

Fenglin Chen's and Fengyu Palace's courtyard were close, so the two sects found an empty space to practice together.

Mo Nianhuan, who was forcefully pulled out of bed to practice, stood in the last row, like a walking corpse, his eyelids were heavy and drowsy, and his body almost fell over.

Standing on both sides of Mo Nianhuan, Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi stretched out their hands to protect him behind him.

Mo Nianhuan was awakened by his own shaking, sober in an instant, and then found Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi beside him looking at him delicately, and subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

"...not drooling."

Shen Qianyu withdrew his hand helplessly: "Brother, why don't you go back and rest."

Shen Baiyi raised his hand and pinched Mo Nianhuan's cheek: "You're almost drooling, I can sleep like this, I really admire you, brother."

Mo Nianhuan touched his sore face, no, he can't sleep anymore, his eyes fell on Shen Wanqi who was standing at the front and leading the team to practice swords, he had to fight up, Shen Yuanyu said he wanted to take the lead.

"No, I can do it, the master said that I want to take the lead!" After speaking, he took the wooden sword in his hand and followed Shen Wanqi to practice the sword art.

"Hey, the tone is still so loud, little~teacher~sister." Lan Ze, who was instructing the practice of Fengyu Palace disciples, heard these words when he walked to the back row, and looked at Mo Nianhuan and couldn't help laughing.

Full of ridicule.

Mo Nianhuan didn't mind Lan Ze calling himself that, he also knew that Lan Ze knew that he was a man.

"Aren't you very angry, you want to marry Fenglin Chen's elder brother." He raised his eyes and gave Lan Ze a faint look.

Looking up, Lan Ze couldn't help feeling numb just being stared at.

Among the disciples, the one who attracted the most attention was Mo Nianhuan, who had a beautiful appearance, exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and was the prettiest in wearing the same white clothes.

Lan Ze pursed his lips and smiled: "It seems that we are all ambitious people, so we'll have to wait and see. I'm going to marry you, Senior Brother Nian Huan." With a 'pop', he retracted his fan and walked forward.

It seems that it's impossible not to take advantage of it, so it's okay to destroy the arrogance of this fragile Fengmeiren senior brother.

Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi's expressions darkened when they heard this.

Mo Nianhuan didn't care, and continued to practice sword arts with Shen Wanqi in front.He is not proficient enough in the seventh layer of the sword qi form of Qingyuan Sword Art, and needs to practice more.

Withdrew his eyes, looked forward firmly, and waved the sword in his hand.

...and then accidentally poked Shen Baiyi beside him.

Shen Baiyi: "...Brother, I thought you would definitely come out on top with your tone of voice just now."

Mo Nianhuan retracted the sword in embarrassment and smiled at Shen Baiyi: "It's okay, Baiyi, luckily it's a wooden sword." As he spoke, he lifted up and touched the wooden sword blade, making gestures that it was not sharp at all.

As a result, a gash was cut on the pulp of the finger, and blood spilled out.

Shen Qianyu pulled Mo Nianhuan's hand quickly, frowning and scolding: "Brother, be careful."

As he spoke, he pointed to use spiritual power to wipe the cut on Mo Nianhuan's fingertips, smoothing the glaring mark.

Mo Nianhuan looked at his body that fits the cannon fodder of a salted fish, clearly he is the senior brother cannon fodder, isn't he? Why did the plot deviate from the original setting, asking him to participate in the martial art assessment, asking him to participate in the fairy gate meeting, and asking him to Go down the mountain to practice.

And all of this stemmed from his greedy eating of that magic fruit.

There is indeed no such plot in the original text. The cannon fodder that is more cannon fodder than Shen Shen did throw him into the cave, but it is himself who really changed the plot.

It was he who changed the plot himself, and he himself shattered his dream of watching people engage in pornography.

Want to cry but have no tears, everything is his greedy fault.

Shen Qianyu's fingertips trembled slightly. Looking at Mo Nianhuan's moist eyes, she thought she had hurt someone: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Nianhuan shook his head, sighed, "It doesn't hurt, it's just...a little hungry."

Shen Qianyu: "..."

So why did the master let the senior brother come out? Isn't it good to play at home obediently?

As soon as Mao Shi passed, the disciples dispersed in twos and threes and went to the kitchen to look for food.

Shen Wanqi walked up to Mo Nianhuan from the front, raised his hand and confiscated the wooden sword in Mo Nianhuan's hand: "Brother, you should practice more how to summon Guixu to protect you, you should still use such a sharp and dangerous weapon as a sword." Don't use it anymore."

Listening to Shen Wanqi's tone, Mo Nianhuan knew that his three-legged cat kung fu just now had been seen, and shrugged: "Okay, I will practice returning to the ruins more."

"I don't know what Qingyuan Xianjun thinks. The great waste apprentice really deserves his reputation. I heard that Mo Nianhuan was able to go down the mountain with Lingxiaozong to catch ghosts a few days ago, and was almost killed by that ghost. If it wasn't for Qingyuanxian You may die if you come out of customs to save each other.”

"Xianjun Qingyuan is haunted by ghosts, and his disciples are naturally different from other immortals. We should not discuss it."

"Didn't you see it just now? He can't hold a sword like that. I heard that his damaged spiritual root is not a material for cultivating immortals. Let alone cultivating immortals, even ordinary people are inferior. He is still a medicine jar, that's it. I don't understand why Immortal Lord Qingyuan likes someone like him."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about them coming, or we will hurt Senior Brother Lan Ze."

These people were far away, but Mo Nianhuan still heard their conversation clearly.

Yes, everyone in the world knows that the great apprentice under the seat of Immortal Qingyuan is a waste, and he changed only because he came.

"Junior Brothers, tell me, I'm such a waste, why did the Master accept me?" Mo Nianhuan couldn't find out why from Shen Yuanyu, so he could only find the answer from the Junior Brothers.

"Senior brother, how can you be a waste now? You were able to transform sword energy into form in the school assessment that day. This is the seventh level of the Qingyuan Sword Art. Among the disciples of the Fenglin Shen family, except for the sixth brother, they have already encountered the seventh level, which is the seventh level. You, the three of us have only reached the eighth floor." Shen Qianyu comforted.

"That's because I ate the magic fruit. Is it because I was tainted with the magic energy that I cultivated so fast?" Mo Nianhuan raised his hand and touched his stomach. hit a ball.To him, the sword formula is like the existence of the nine-nine multiplication formula, and it may be because he has not really tried it with others.

"So what about the magic fruit, you were born in the fairy gate." Shen Wanqi said.

Mo Nianhuan thought to himself, there are always strange pictures and voices appearing recently, and the content is quite exciting. If it is the memory of the original owner, then the original owner should not be cannon fodder.

But now it seems that he is clearly holding the protagonist's script, and the cannon fodder is like a golden finger when he gets the treasure, first showing his sharpness, and then counterattacking and hitting his face.

Speaking of treasures, he has the Fan of the Phoenix Returning to the Ruins, and the shameless Shelong Bell, one is an ancient artifact and the other is an ancient magic artifact, and they are all heirloom-level objects that are taken out casually.

Not only that, but Shelongling asked him to get the Linlang Lock from the Xianmen Conference, saying that there were some fragments in it, and that these treasures were all his toys.

This kind of tone is not a counterattack script, or what.

That being said, after the fall of Master Gao Leng, he couldn't see it?

Mo Nianhuan looked at the three juniors beside him with resentment: "Are you going to find Master later?"

In other words, he didn't see the picture of the juniors and the master in the same frame, which is too strange.

He remembered that there was a segment in the original text, that is, they took a bath in the hot spring together, that is, at this time of the Fairy Gate Conference, that chapter, not to mention how wonderful the comments are, even the long comment area has small essays, all kinds of begonia levels The content is dazzling.

But he happened to see the chapter about soaking in hot springs, and Master Brain Budding came in after being made with sauce by his juniors in the hot springs.

Could it be because of his article that this article has become a plot article? ? ?

No!

"Why does senior brother always ask us if we want to see Master or not? Don't you want to see Master?" Shen Wanqi put away his sword and asked with a smile.

Mo Nianhuan looked away guiltily at the teasing in Shen Wanqi's eyes. In fact, he just wanted to see the picture of the four of them in the same frame.

"I think it's natural, but I think you may think more..." He peeked at the expressions of the three people, but found that the expressions of the three people were exactly the same, so he was very calm, so he boldly tested: "Master It’s so pretty, don’t you have any other ideas?”

Three people: "..."

Mo Nianhuan boldly guessed again: "Could it be, are you really father and son?"

But don't say, father-son love, ahem, it's not impossible to drink, and forbidden love is more emotional.

Shen Baiyi put his arms around Mo Nianhuan's shoulders, so as not to listen to it even worse: "Come on, brother, don't think about it, the master is the master, how could it be the father."

"Then where did you come from?" Mo Nianhuan asked curiously.

Shen Wanqi pursed his lips and smiled.Mo Nianhuan's appearance was reflected in his smiling eyes: "How we got here is how we got here."

Mo Nianhuan didn't understand why.

"By the way, Master asked us to go to the ice spring at the foot of the Holy Lotus Mountain in the Lingxiao Sect on an empty stomach after our morning exercises." Shen Qianyu said, pointing to the snow mountain not far away: "I heard that soaking in ice springs and even cold springs for 49 days can regenerate you. , Brother, you were injured by that ghost cultivator and lost your spiritual veins, so you can heal your injuries."

As soon as the words fell off the sleeves, she was grasped tightly, and Shen Qianyu was stunned when she met Mo Nianhuan's bright eyes.

"So are we going to take a bath?" Mo Nianhuan was so excited that his voice started to tremble, he didn't care about healing, he felt that he was in great spirits now.

Shen Qianyu thought for a moment when he heard the word 'bath': "It is."

Mo Nianhuan pursed her lips and didn't dare to smile too obviously: "That's four people."

This kind of plot says that Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive, it is not too beautiful! !Master vs Junior Brothers! !

Just when he was secretly happy, he felt his shoulders being encircled, and a warm breath fell from his ears. He turned his head and looked at Shen Baiyi with a smile that was not a smile.

"Brother, you are wrong, there are five people."

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