They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

Fenglin Shen's is located in Fenglinzhou, standing on the top of Yunshan Mountain, leading the way by a stone bridge without a seat and no pier, until it reaches the stone steps, looking up is the stone gate hidden behind the sea of ​​clouds, that is the first fairy gate. A school of Fenglin Shen.

At dawn, the sun shines on the Fenglin Shen family, and the group of phoenixes fly out from the deep mountains, passing along the eaves and phoenix pavilions, skipping over the ice surface of Fenglin Lake, reflecting the dazzling red color.

"...Seeing is invisible, hearing is not hearing, encompassing the world, nurturing all beings..."

At this moment, there was a uniform song formula not far from Xiujian Pavilion, which was the sound of Fenglin Shen's disciples getting up to practice swords in the morning.

According to Fenglin Shen's sect rules, all the disciples must not delay or leave early to practice swordsmanship, otherwise they will be punished with [-] lashes according to the sect rules.

There is a pavilion facing Xiujian Pavilion. At this time, the good-for-nothing senior brother Mo Nianhuan is eating breakfast leisurely and watching the juniors practice swords in a uniform manner.

Mo Nianhuan ate the red bean cake in his hand contentedly. He was fond of sweets, and this taste was just what he wanted. While eating, he watched the juniors practicing swords and the sword moves they made, and he felt a little puzzled in his head.

It has been a month since he came here, and since he fainted last time, he found that he could really see all the moves clearly, and he was also able to fight cattle across mountains for no apparent reason.

Is it really because he entered the body of Mo Nianhuan in the book that changed the plot?

——Xi'er.

Ok?

Mo Nianhuan heard a cold and deep voice coming from his mind, huh? ?

——How long has it been since you can't even hear the teacher's voice?

It is Master Shen Yuanyu.

Mo Nianhuan's eyes lit up, the voice he heard last time was really Shen Yuanyu!Come, come, come what he likes!

——Xi'er, can you see their moves clearly?No need to speak, take a bite of red bean crisps and answer as a teacher.

Mo Nianhuan silently ate the red bean cake.

——I heard from my teacher that when you reach the realm of Zifu Yuanying, you don't need to hold a sword to transform into a sword, this is a subtle breakthrough.What is the subtle breakthrough, that is, you can catch their moves become slow in your eyes, and all of them are printed in your mind and become your moves.Now that you have eaten the magic fruit, your spiritual roots are gradually recovering, which is a good start.In addition, you are different from others, although you can't hold a sword, you can learn to transform the sword into form.

Mo Nianhuan thought he was not a voice controler, but he couldn't stand the seduction of such a voice, it was cold and deep with such a hint of gentleness, his eardrums couldn't help but feel numb.

Hearing the sound, there is a picture immediately, the most beautiful person in the cultivation world, Qingyuan Xianjun, his master!

Want to see, want to see, want to see!

Opening his mouth to speak, he heard Shen Yuanyu's voice again:

——Xi'er, did you listen to Master Wei?

There was a bit of sternness in this voice, as if criticizing Mo Nianhuan for not being serious.

When Mo Nianhuan was told by Shen Yuanyu, he immediately became honest and honest, so fierce.

By the way, why wasn't this plot in the book before?He was able to penetrate into the microscopic realm, he was able to transform sword energy into form, and he was able to capture and remember all their sword moves, so that his ability to recreate memory was like cheating, how could he do this as a waste!

What else is a magic fruit?

——From today until you leave the customs for the teacher, the teacher will take you to double cultivation in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Nianhuan: "???"

Knowledge of the sea and the double cultivation?Is he mistaken?Stream of consciousness?

——As a teacher, I will come to test you in a short while, so don't hurry up and study.

study......

As promised, he is a salted fish! ! !

——Also, Fenglin Chen's underwear is disheveled, and he should be punished when he leaves the customs for his teacher.

Mo Nianhuan suddenly looked down at her somewhat open collar, tidied it up quickly, and gathered the fox fur, obediently covering herself tightly without revealing an inch of skin.

Finally, I checked it carefully.

I didn't realize why I listened to Master's words so much, it seemed like an instinct carved in my bones.

——Xi'er, did you miss me?

Mo Nianhuan's hands in arranging his clothes paused slightly, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes, huh?

——Assessment tonight.

"..."

The gentle tone just now seemed to be an auditory hallucination.

Mo Nianhuan quickly turned his attention to the sword-practicing juniors outside, feeling as if he would be stunned for a while, and he didn't care about the stream of consciousness, the stream of consciousness, and the question of whether he wanted to or not.

It's so scary, there's still an exam, and it's agreed that he is a waste and can be salted fish! !Why can he learn these things like a piece of trash? This is not the same as what was promised.

His gaze closely followed the sword moves made by his juniors, and he subconsciously sank into a state of concentration, which he hadn't even noticed.

Shen Qianyu heard the slight movement of scratching, glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and saw Mo Nianhuan's hand scratching on the table, and the speed of finger strokes kept up with the sword moves of his juniors, with ease, without any omissions.

Take a closer look at the practice of the juniors. Compared with Mo Nianhuan's calmness, the practice of the juniors is like the gap between the master and the apprentice.

Obviously before, Mo Nianhuan was still in a state where he would be panting for a hug within a hundred steps after walking a few steps, but now his spirit has improved a lot.

Frowning, the power of this magic fruit is so terrifying, and it is not an ordinary magic fruit. It is the fruit formed by the blood essence of Mo Xianfan, the demon king who fell a hundred years ago. Mo Nianhuan's body can really bear it ?

Mo Nianhuan's broken spiritual root was repaired by the magic fruit, and he was able to concentrate on his inner injection and listen to his breath. The three brothers had protected Mo Nianhuan for so many years and knew how fragile this person was. .

His gaze shifted from Mo Nianhuan's green and white fingers to his delicate eyebrows and eyes. Now he was no longer sickly pale all year round, but pale and crimson as if all things were revived, and his face was peachy.

The magic fruit cleanses the soul, restores the broken spiritual root, and even allows the senior brothers to capture the sword moves so defiantly. The sword moves practiced by the junior brothers are the first level of Qingyuan Sword Art, but yesterday they caught the elder brother and the younger brother His sword move, the power of the magic fruit is really terrifying.

But in this world, the way of cultivation is clearly distinguished. Since ancient times, good and evil have opposed each other, and only those who cultivate the Tao can exist in the immortal sect.

Would the Immortal Sect allow such an existence?

While Mo Nianhuan was practicing, he wrote down all the practice content of his juniors. He never thought it would be so easy. It seems that the exam will be [-]% tonight!

He continued to eat his red bean crisps contentedly.

While eating, he glanced sideways at the third junior brother Shen Qianyu, who was holding a sword on his waist and back, and his pen was as gentle as jade.

Fenglin Shen's costumes are really beautiful, the snow-white robe is outlined with silver silk auspicious clouds, the light purple girdle makes Shen Qianyu's waist straight, and the long ink-like hair is tied up with a purple jade hair crown. It can be seen that he is a cultivator with his celestial and chivalrous demeanor.

The robes were white and spotless, even the sunlight was too embarrassed to leave mottled tree shadows on Shen Qianyu's body.

Mo Nianhuan looked at Shen Qianyu and the serious examiner watching the juniors practicing swords. Not to mention, these three brothers are exactly the same as long as they don't smile, not to mention that Shen Qianyu and Shen Wanqi are fraternal twins. People have a similar temperament when they are calm and serious.

"Qianyu." He whispered.

"What's the matter, brother?" The seriousness on Shen Qianyu's face softened instantly when he turned his head, he put away his sword and squatted in front of Mo Nianhuan: "Brother, are you full?"

"Yeah." Mo Nianhuan stared blankly at Shen Qianyu squatting in front of him, and he realized that these three juniors really treated him...

It's so meticulous, it's too good to say.

It's strange, Mo Nianhuan is an inconspicuous elder brother or a small cannon fodder in the book, why does he seem to be so different from the book after he comes?

Could it be that he broke the rules in the book?

Shen Qianyu took out a handkerchief from her waist, soaked it with spiritual power, then gently took Mo Nianhuan's hand and wiped it, finger by finger, wiping it meticulously, as if she was holding a peerless treasure.

"Brother, do you feel uncomfortable today? If so, you must tell me."

Mo Nianhuan looked at Shen Qianyu with worried eyes, as if he was afraid that he would be broken in the next second, and shook his head: "I think today is pretty good, but it's a little hot."

As he spoke, he tugged on the heavy fox fur on his body.

This is both an enchantment and a heater, completely blocking the ice and snow outside, so he is still cold, his body is warm, as if he kicked a heater.

I always feel that the stove is in my stomach, and it still jumps.

"That's good. It seems that brother's body is slowly getting better."

"vomit--"

Shen Qianyu: "..." It's too early to exaggerate.

As soon as Mo Nianhuan finished speaking, he felt his stomach churn. He ate so many pieces of red bean cakes just now, and now thinking about it made him feel tired, which made him choke in his throat.

Clutching his stomach to relieve the discomfort, he looked at Shen Qianyu in horror just when he felt something moving in his stomach.

"Qianyu, I have a bold idea, I don't know if I should say it or not."

Facing Mo Nianhuan's nervous look, Shen Qianyu immediately felt his pulse with his hand, the pulse flowed smoothly and smoothly, and the corners of his lips sunken slightly.

Seeing that Shen Qianyu didn't say anything, Mo Nianhuan continued to make bold guesses: "I feel like something is kicking my stomach."

At this moment, Shen Wanqi walked into the pavilion from outside the barrier with his sword in hand. He saw Mo Nianhuan's eye sockets were moist and looked like he was being bullied, and he glanced at Shen Qianyu who was feeling Mo Nianhuan's pulse. He tapped Shen Qianyu's back.

"Are you offending senior brother?" There was a hint of warning in his tone.

"Was Baiyi guarding senior brother last night?" Shen Qianyu looked up at Shen Wanqi, with a smile in her eyes but a serious tone: "Shuamai."

Mo Nianhuan: "??" Don't bully him for not understanding!

Shen Wanqi caught the flash of teasing in Shen Qianyu's eyes, and thought of the joke that he made because of Huamai before, the three brothers looked at Mo Nianhuan almost crying, although they knew that the following offense was wrong , but the master is not there, I still can't help it.

I never get tired of teasing my senior brother.

"Is it Baiyi's?" Shen Wanqi pretended to be serious and asked.

Shen Baiyi walked in after him, and found that the atmosphere around the two elder brothers was a bit subtle, so he came in curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"Brother Huamai, was it you last night?" Shen Qianyu asked.

Shen Baiyi looked at the two elder brothers and knew that he was going to throw the blame on him again. Hmph, he has to carry it every time. Well, he will carry it this time.

"Yes, I am the father of the child, what's the matter?"

Mo Nianhuan: "..." I thought I could cheat, but who knows that they are all masters.I'm sorry, but I can't do one against three, so he quit the joke.

its not right!It happened in this storybook!After knowing it, tsk, he, who holds the script in his hand, can still be deceived.

"We're teasing you." Shen Qianyu lowered her head and smiled, her eyes became aura when she raised her hands, and she fell on Mo Nianhuan to relieve his discomfort: "It's because you love sweet things too much, senior brother, that's why you have such a pulse."

Mo Nianhuan snorted coldly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, glanced at the three brothers and retracted their gaze without a trace, and then looked at the unremarkable Shen Shen in the last row outside, with deep eyes.

The next step is the triennial assessment of the sect.

In the original plot, this assessment was to do things calmly, which almost caused Mo Nianhuan to be seriously injured.

The original owner is the eldest disciple of Qingyuan Immortal Sovereign, there is no need to participate in such a trial, but at the assessment meeting, he boldly questioned the unfairness of Fenglin Shen's rules, saying that the original owner, a waste, can enter the Qingyuan Immortal Seat Next, if you have a very high level of cultivation and don't want to expose it, why bother to hide it?

All in all, he wanted to fight Mo Nianhuan and humiliate Mo Nianhuan.

"Heh." Mo Nianhuan slapped the table angrily.

With long hair and shawls and a cool face, he was wearing a fox fur and reclining on a soft chair, and he slapped the table with a 'slap' look like a big boss.

It seemed that he had to find a way to fish in troubled waters and not go to the martial arts assessment, and he must not let the cannon fodder bully his sick and salted fish, and miss him seeing the master playing with his juniors.

The three brothers looked at each other, with slight guilt on their faces, did they make the senior brother unhappy?

Outside the barrier, the person standing in the last row of the line looked at the pavilion with envy in his eyes. Thinking of the irreparable scar on his back, it was hard to dispel the hatred in his heart.

"...It's just trash."

The senior brother next to him heard Shen Shen's words and quickly patted him, warning: "The school rules stipulate that you must not discuss senior brother Nian Huan, and those who violate the rules will be whipped a hundred times."

Calmly and reluctantly practicing sword moves: "Who stipulated this? I think it's a bit weird."

"This is the sect rule written by Xianjun Qingyuan himself a hundred years ago."

Calmly puzzled, why such a waste can get into the eyes of Qingyuan Xianjun: "Why does Xianjun favor Senior Brother Nian Huan so much?"

The senior brother looked indifferent, and turned around with the sword behind his back: "Senior Brother Shen, as a collateral disciple, you need to be cautious in your words and deeds, you are not allowed to talk about senior senior brother in the sect, if you are accused, the person who informs you has the right to execute one hundred lashes. "

As soon as the words were spoken, the time for sword practice was just over, and the disciples held swords and clasped fists at the brothers in the pavilion, and only left in twos and threes after the salute was over.

Standing calmly, holding his sword, he clenched his teeth.

He wants to see what this trash can do in the martial arts assessment!

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