They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

"What? Senior brother actually wants to participate in this year's martial art assessment?!"

The three or two disciples from the outer sect who were sweeping the snow in front of the Sword Training Pavilion murmured softly.

"I don't know either. Yesterday, when I handed over the name tag of self-recommendation to Elder Qing Yun, I found out about Elder Brother."

"Are you still participating this time?"

"What's the matter, I can't participate yet, the more I get frustrated, the more courageous I am, it's just a loss, but as long as I'm here, I have a chance to be promoted to an inner disciple." The speaking disciple looked sideways at the silent and calm: "Hey Junior Brother Shen, are you participating?"

Calmly sweeping the ground with his head down, Mo Nianhuan couldn't help but sneer when he knew that Mo Nianhuan was also participating in the martial arts assessment.

Then he heard the seniors asking him something, he tightened his grip on the broom, his eyes were gloomy, and when he looked up, he turned into a smile: "Yes, senior, I will participate this time, even though I made a mistake and was demoted , but I still have a chance to go up.”

The outer brother nodded appreciatively: "It's good to have such a mentality, they all say that you are very talented, you work hard!"

"Well, I will be a senior brother." He answered calmly, sneered in his heart, and then pretended to be curious and asked in a low voice: "Dear senior brothers, do you know why a senior senior brother can become a senior senior senior brother? Isn't his surname Mo?"

As we all know, the Fenglin Shen family is a family sect, unless it is an exceptionally talented family, but from a thousand years ago to the present, only Mo Nianhuan can have such an existence.

"You don't know that, Eldest Senior Brother is a child brought up by Immortal Qingyuan himself, and the feelings are different. Even if he is not Elder Senior Senior Brother, he will exist as the son of Immortal Qingyuan."

Shen Zi still didn't understand: "Is the Qing Yuan Xianjun has a fairy companion?"

"none."

"The elder brother is..."

The outer sect disciple whispered to Shen Shen's ear and said, "I heard that our elder brother is the illegitimate son of Xianjun!"

Shen Shen was shocked to the extreme: "So this is why Fenglin Chen allows such a talented and stupid person like Senior Brother to exist?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he said, "You can't say, you can't sayhhh, if you hear it, you will be punished severely, anyway, just know it in your heart, how is your child?" It’s all good, no one else can tell.”

After finishing speaking, he continued to sweep the snow.

He looked at the Sword Training Pavilion calmly, and then sneered, so that's the case.

Immortal Lord Qingyuan is such a protector, he wrote thousands of laws just to protect his shady illegitimate son, that's beyond his control!

A night in the sea of ​​consciousness is like seven days in the outside world, and a month in the outside world is two hundred nights in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Yuanyu taught by hand, one sword after another in the sea of ​​​​consciousness for hundreds of nights, the effect is still effective, after all, every night like this, Mo Nianhuan's ability to play the fan has improved a lot, but he can't memorize the Qingyuan Sword Art .

"What is the sword art on the sixth floor?"

"...to, to..."

It was time to recite the sword formula again, and Mo Nianhuan stood in front of Shen Yuanyu with his head down, not daring to raise his head. He stuttered and recited the sword formula of Qingyuan. He couldn't recite it, and forgot it.

He obviously remembered it just now.

Although it seemed like a lot of time to practice, Mo Nianhuan found that he was really stupid as the book said, even if Shen Yuanyu taught him very carefully, but he really forgot it in a blink of an eye.

The sword formula was recited once and forgotten once, and it went in the left ear and out the right ear. He felt that he was the memory of the goldfish, and he took such a good one back to the ruins for nothing.

Perhaps the only good use is to throw Guixu out and get it back.

A look of helplessness flashed in Shen Yuanyu's eyes, he looked at Mo Nianhuan who was pitifully bowing his head, and waved to people: "Xi'er, come here."

"Master, you can scold if you want to. I'm too stupid, I really can't remember." Mo Nianhuan was a little puzzled, why he could remember so clearly his Haitang briefcase, even the ones used in the first few chapters Any posture can be remembered clearly, except for those dry words, which are quickly forgotten.

Just make room for Haitang Wenbao.

He also remembered the erotic pictures hidden in the corners of Zangshuge clearly.

So let's say, he is really suitable to be a salted fish, hey, what kind of martial arts assessment should he be asked to take.

"As the teacher said, you are now returning to your position with seven souls and six souls. It's normal that you can't remember sometimes."

Mo Nianhuan curled his lips, and he walked up to Shen Yuanyu: "Master, don't comfort me, it seems that I am really not suitable for cultivation, I give up."

"Do you know which soul you recovered?"

"do not know."

"want."

When Mo Nianhuan heard this, he glanced at Shen Yuanyu guilty: "...Which desire?"

Needless to say, he felt that he still had a lot of messy thoughts about desire.

"Desire of desire." Shen Yuanyu rolled up his sleeves, and saw a book appearing in his palm: "Draw a picture of the sword formula for the teacher, maybe it will be useful to you."

Mo Nianhuan took the book, his eyes widened suddenly when he opened it, he closed it with a 'snap', and looked at Shen Yuanyu in disbelief: "Master, this... did you draw it?"

Good guy, all the moves of the Qingyuan Sword Art have been pictographically drawn into erotic pictures. He really teaches students according to their aptitude, so he will be able to memorize the sword art tomorrow!

Shen Yuanyu nodded: "Yes."

Mo Nianhuan leaned over to Shen Yuanyu's side, blinked, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Master, who are you thinking of when you draw, you draw so well."

This is a cold and lonely master!Could it be that he was thinking about his juniors!

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of Shen Yuanyu's ears, red, are you shy?

"you."

"what?"

"Practice well." Shen Yuanyu turned around and walked deep into the cave, her figure gradually turned into an ice-blue mist.

Mo Nianhuan was stunned for two seconds when he saw Shen Yuanyu leaving, and then shouted: "Master, you just left like this, I haven't learned it yet!"

"You will meet soon." Shen Yuanyu's quiet voice came from the air and echoed in the cave.

"Then can we still meet in the sea of ​​consciousness at night?"

"No."

"Ah? Then what if I miss you?"

"Wait for me to go out."

"Then when will you leave the customs?"

"almost."

"How fast is that, can I see you in the martial arts assessment?"

"No."

Mo Nianhuan: "..." It's really cold, just practice him like this and leave.

Sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​consciousness, he flipped through the erotic pictures of the Qingyuan Sword Jue in his hand. Every movement was so exciting, from individual to multi-person Jian Jue, the corners of his mouth grinned until he was shoulder to shoulder with tomorrow's sun.

Sure enough, teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is correct, and I wrote it down in my brain.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he called out the practice of returning to the ruins.

The next day—

"Brother, wake up."

"...I'll sleep for a while."

"Today is the sect assessment, all the elders in the sect will be present, so you can't be late."

Mo Nianhuan hugged the quilt and turned over in pain, struggled to open one eye, and found that it was Shen Wanqi, and groaned in pain: "I have a sore back and a sore back, and I'm so sleepy, I really can't get up. coming."

He really doesn't want to participate in the martial arts assessment.

Shen Wanqi smiled when he heard the words: "Senior brother, why do you look so tired recently? Could it be that... a dream of love?" So I can only help my brother wash and change clothes.

Mo Nianhuan has been here for a few months and has gotten used to being hugged and undressed at every turn, so he just let it go and opened his hand to ask Shen Wanqi to help him change.

"It's not a dream of first love, it's much more intense than first love."

Shen Wanqi's eyes fell on the snow-white skin in front of him, he closed his clothes, and then found a red mark on the side of his neck, his deep eyes darkened, and he said with a half-smile:

"Really? It seems that the brother has really grown up, so can I know who the person in the brother's dream... is?"

"Master, who else can it be?" Mo Nianhuan closed his eyes and recalled last night's sword art, he must not forget it for a while, and he doesn't know who he will be matched with, now anyone in the sect is stronger than him, I don't know if the three-legged cat kung fu during this period can make him win.

Shen Wanqi lowered his head and held Mo Nianhuan's ankle to put on socks and shoes for him: "It seems that brother likes Master very much, and he is always Master in his dreams."

"Yes, I like it."

The corners of Shen Wanqi's lips rose slightly.

"Brother, you don't want to participate in the martial arts assessment?"

Mo Nianhuan had a headache when he heard this, and he looked at Shen Wanqi helplessly: "Do you think I am someone who can take part in the martial arts assessment? My spiritual roots are damaged, and I have just started practicing with you, so let me compete with them, what? I think I've lost."

"I believe in brother."

Mo Nianhuan stared blankly at Shen Wanqi's determined eyes.

Shen Wanqi smiled and said, "I believe in you."

Fenglin Chen's three-year martial art assessment arrived as scheduled, and it was held in front of the Sword Training Pavilion.The person in charge of this assessment is the head of the sect, Qingyun. In terms of ranking, Qingyun is only second to Qingyuan Xianjun, who is in charge of everything in the sect when Qingyuan is not around.

I saw four mahogany chairs on the high platform of Jianjian Pavilion, which were the seats for the elders.

Elder Qingyun was wearing a blue and white gown, middle-aged and elegant, standing in front of the seat with his hands behind his back, looking down at the disciples of the sect who were going to take part in the assessment today, and frowned when he didn't see anyone in his eyes.

He looked at Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi who were standing on one side: "Where is Nian Huan?"

"Back to Senior Uncle Qingyun, senior brother, he has been feeling a little unwell for the past few days, and he will come back soon." Shen Qianyu took a step forward and cupped his hands.

"As far as I'm concerned, Qingyuan shouldn't be so fond of this child. If he is stupid, he needs to practice more. Now it's good. The more he hugs and sucks, the less he grows up, the less proper he will be!" Sitting on the second chair Elder Qinglin hated iron as weak as steel, and patted the armrest of the chair: "To be late for such an important occasion today, where is the door regulation!"

"Senior Uncle Qinglin, the first rule of the house is that you are not allowed to talk about the senior brother, and those who violate the rules will be whipped one hundred." Shen Baiyi looked at the elder Qinglin with a bright smile, and said in a relaxed tone: "I hope that the uncle will abide by the rules of the house as an elder, Juniors are role models."

Elder Qinglin was so angry that his beard curled up.

Elder Qingyun frowned and looked at Elder Qinglin, then looked at Shen Qianyu and Shen Baiyi: "Nian Huan is playful by nature and is too weak. Since Qingyuan has ordered you brothers to look after him, don't let him go." Since he is too reckless, what should be taken care of is still to be taken care of. Sect assessment is not a child's play, Nian Huan has never practiced, let alone he can't cultivate, participating in the assessment is not a game, but what is it?"

"Cough-cough-"

Just at this moment, a clearer and more translucent voice came.

In fact, there are many disciples in the sect who have never met senior brother Mo Nianhuan. They only know that their senior senior brother is a waste with damaged spiritual roots and cannot cultivate, but they don't know that he is...

The blush was reflected in everyone's eyes, and surprise appeared at the same time.

I saw Shen Wanqi descending from the sky with Mo Nianhuan wearing a red dress in his arms. The red clothes and white robes were flying and intertwined, and everyone's eyes fell on Mo Nianhuan.

Because it is too conspicuous.

Three thousand strands of hair hang down in the middle, the overly white complexion makes the crimson color on the lips too eye-catching, and the bright color between the brows seems to overshadow the surrounding environment.

Mo Nianhuan fell steadily from Shen Wanqi's arms onto the sword training platform, and he bowed to the elders on the high platform first:

"Disciple Mo Nianhuan is late, please forgive me." Then he turned to look at the disciples who were taking the assessment today, his eyes slightly raised, and he smiled lightly: "Today is the first time for seniors to participate in the school assessment, please forgive me." Brothers and sisters, please bear with me."

Regardless of 21, even if you lose, you have to be handsome on the stage!

The red-clothed snow-muscled, smiling face is like a flower, and he is so fragile that the outer disciples who have never met the senior brother in the audience are dumbfounded.

Does the elder brother actually look like this?Are they going to fight such a big brother?

How can they fight if they become soft when they smile?

Elder Qingyun's eyes showed suspicion. He looked at Mo Nianhuan, who was still a little pale in front of him, with a radiant look on his brows. He didn't miss anything, but how could it be...

Mo Nianhuan's three souls and seven souls were torn apart, among the three souls, the heavenly soul and the earthly soul were still there, the life soul was damaged, and only one of the seven souls remained.The so-called seven souls are scattered first, and then the three souls are separated, and it is impossible for Mo Nianhuan, who has three souls and seven souls to be torn apart, to have such a spirit no matter what.

Clearly there is only one breath left, it is Qingyuan's idiotic dream to want Mo Nianhuan to live like a normal person, they are just ordinary people cultivating immortals, and they must not change their fate against the sky.

unless--

Did Qing Yuan really give Mo Nianhuan the life soul on his soul-guarding lamp to call back three souls and seven souls? !

The author has something to say:

Mo Nianhuan suddenly realized: So you are my father, no wonder you are so kind to me.

Shen Yuanyu: ...you will know who I am when I come out.

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