They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

At the foot of Fenglin Shen's Mountain——

Black and white impermanence looked up, then looked at each other and smiled.

Ah, the smell of performance.

Fenglin Shen's Accord——

"The 15 people of my Fengyu Palace were killed in one move in the dense forest of Taoyuan in Fenglinzhou. The head of the house, Shen, all of this happened too coincidentally." Feng Lanze sat on the back of the chair, shaking his fan, and said with a half-smile, although it was a smile But it made people dare not look directly, as if they would be killed by the fan in his hand in the next second.

That's true, he wants to dismantle the Accord above his head, not to mention the old guy in front of him.

Shen Qingyun slightly raised his hand to signal his servants: "First, serve tea to Palace Master Feng."

Then he looked at Feng Lanze, Feng Lanze, who had just taken office as the extremely young Feng Palace Master of Feng Yu Palace. His eyes stayed on the two people beside Feng Lanze. They were dressed in white clothes and black clothes, but they looked away after a while, and did not pay attention inside.

"Master Shen, don't bother me. I'm not here today to drink tea with you, but to ask me if the killing of 15 people in Fengyu Palace is related to Fenglin Shen." Lufan, his expression was indifferent, but there was no trace of chill.

Shen Qingyun laughed, full of helplessness: "Yes, the Fenglin Chen family has indeed occupied the position of the first sect of the fairy sect for too long, and there are so many people who are jealous, but you dare to say that the Fenglin Chen family has no As? But why did a non-existent black lotus pour dirty water on Fenglin Chen."

He naturally knew that he would be blamed for the death of people from the five major sects of the Immortal Sect in Fenglin Island. Before, his disciples killed the daughter of Ling Xiaozong, and now 15 people from Fengyu Palace were killed. In Fenglinzhou.

There is no other way now, only the sword is slanted, and the opposite is done to let him see who is behind the mess!

"Master Shen, tell me why it's such a coincidence that Sect Master Ling's daughter was killed by your Fenglin Shen disciples in Fenglinzhou, and then my people were killed in Taoyuan dense forest." Feng Lanze looked at Shen Qingyun He said with a smile: "The head doesn't think that there is such a coincidence in this world. All the dirty water can be poured on Fenglin Shen's body. Everything is not groundless, including Mieshi Heilian."

Shen Qingyun was at ease, lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "It seems that my nephew has always held a grudge against me, Fenglin Chen, and Fenglin Chen has been suppressing Fengyu Palace all these years, and he must also want to pour this dirty water on my Fenglin Shen's body."

Feng Lanze's eyes were gloomy, but he didn't expect that Shen Qingyun still had the ability to reverse right and wrong, and now he still wanted to draw the matter to him: "Master Shen, what do you mean by that?"

At this moment, a footstep came from outside the door.

"Master, the arrangement is almost done."

Feng Lanze will realize that the young man who has never met before comes in, he looks extraordinary and dignified, he does not wear Fenglin Shen's clothes, but he calls Shen Qingyun his master, half-closed his eyes, it is possible that this is Shen Qingyun Wen Mo, the apprentice who returned from wandering around?

Inadvertently, he met the man's eyes.

There was an imperceptible indifference in this person's deep and unpredictable eyes, and he turned his eyes away in an instant, as if he was just an ant under the dust, not worth a few more glances.

Feng Lanze: "..." Oh, where is the arrogant kid.

Black and white impermanence looked at each other, knowingly showing doubts.

"Come to Mo'er, let me introduce you, master. This is Palace Master Feng of Fengyu Palace." Shen Qingyun smiled kindly, as if the meeting today was like that between friends.

Wen Mo bowed slightly to Feng Lanze and signaled: "Wen Mo has met Palace Master Feng. I heard that Palace Master is one of the best in the cultivation world. A feather fan is mysterious and can kill people with one blow. Wen Mo admires it." exist."

Feng Lanze sneered, he spread out his feather fan and shook it lightly, staring at Wen Mo in front of him: "Why, in your opinion, I killed 15 people from Fengyu Palace?"

What a reversal of black and white!

"Wen Mo didn't mean that." Wen Mo raised his eyes slightly, but his eyes stayed on the two people beside Feng Lanze for a moment. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he soon swallowed up the strangeness and returned to normal.

"I think that's what you, Fenglin and Chen, mean." Feng Lanze no longer showed a good face, and said with a serious face: "Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are not many people who can be killed with one move. I, Feng, am not too divine, and want to kill I can't reach this level yet. I think that your apprentice, Sect Master Shen, who is in the Void Realm of Wen Mo Cave, is very likely to be killed with a single sword strike, and by the way, he carved extremely arrogant words on the tree."

"Palace Master Feng, this statement is wrong." Wen Mo said: "Wen Mo has been traveling abroad since he was a child, and has never participated in the affairs of the various sects of the Immortal Sect. How could he do such indiscriminate things?"

"Okay, Wen Mo, stand by my side." Shen Qingyun was afraid that his good apprentice would be bullied by Feng Lanze, so he smiled and said to Feng Lanze: "Nephew, I think there is still room for us to join hands." As a matter of fact, don’t be in a hurry to fight, my disciple really doesn’t know anything. But if there is anything going on in the future, just ask Wen Mo to do it.”

"Joining hands?" Feng Lanze felt it was ridiculous: "Master Shen, what does this mean?"

"My dear nephew, do you know how precious this world-destroying black lotus is, it is a sitting lotus born by the sun of the holy god of heaven, it has supreme power, if a mortal possesses it, he can bring the dead back to life, live forever, and heal all diseases in the world. "Shen Qingyun said bluntly: "The Demon Venerable Mo Xianfan will definitely come to get the last piece of the world-destroying black lotus. If we can encircle and suppress the Demon Dao and kill Mo Xianfan, won't we be able to get this treasure? My nephew, don't you?" Want to get such a baby?"

Feng Lanze's hand holding the fan suddenly tightened. He didn't expect Shen Qingyun to have such thoughts: "Master Shen, what is the difference between you doing this and evil way?"

"Hahahahahaha..." Shen Qingyun raised his head and laughed, but his eyes were as deep as a deep pool when he lowered his head: "I have cultivated the Tao all my life, and the Dao is ruthless and the Dao is ruthless, but I will never reach the realm of harmony between man and nature. If the force can't reach it, why not use external force?"

Feng Lanze understood now that regardless of whether the last piece of the World-Mietering Black Lotus was in the Fenglin Shen family or not, Shen Qingyun still had the ambition to win the World-Mietering Black Lotus in the name of encircling and suppressing the Demon Dao.He also kept saying that there is no balance between good and evil, but now it is good, and he started to take this monster.

But as far as he is concerned, this time he came to Fenglin Chen's family not for some immortal sect meeting.

"Master Shen, it's not impossible for me to cooperate with you, but I have a request."

Shen Qingyun heard that Feng Lanze's eyes were bright, Feng Lanze is the most powerful helper, and the other sects are old bones: "Nephew, you can make a request, as long as the old man can do it, I will help you reached."

"I want Mo Nianhuan."

Shen Qingyun's expression froze: "What, what?"

Feng Lanze's eyes were determined: "I want to marry Mo Nianhuan as my wife, other than that, I have nothing else to ask for."

As soon as the words fell, he felt a gaze fall on him, looked sideways, and found that it was Wen Mo.I don't know, so I felt the hostility in Wen Mo's eyes, and I was a little suspicious.

hostility?

Where is the hostility.

How did Shen Qingyun know that what Feng Lanze actually wanted was Mo Nianhuan, his expression was a little subtle, the original promise was now speechless, how could he change a living person, Mo Nianhuan died three years ago.

It was buried under the magic tree in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

"Mo Nianhuan is dead. I'm afraid you won't get what you want." Wen Mo stared at Feng Lanze with downcast eyes, and said every word with extreme indifference: "I hope that Palace Master Feng will stop thinking about my eldest brother." Brother."

Feng Lanze was completely stunned. The last ray of hope seemed to be broken in an instant. The hand holding the feather fan trembled slightly. All the possibilities in his mind were empty because of these words. reddish.

The four eyes met, and the undercurrent of hostility at this moment completely revealed its true colors, without any concealment, like the shadow of a sword, showing a compelling momentum.

Suddenly, Feng Lanze's eyes darkened, and the fan in his hand turned into a shadow, as cold and icy as a crescent moon, attacking Wen Mo like a broken bamboo, showing no mercy.

Wen Mo moved his body slightly to avoid the deadly attack of Lu Fan. The Lu Fan brushed past his shoulders, but tore the clothes on his shoulders.

He looked at Feng Lanze, his originally calm eyes were filled with ripples, and the sword of life appeared in his hand.

Feng Lanze raised his hand to retract the feather fan, and smiled gracefully, "Wen Mo, the cave realm is nothing more than that."

Wen Mo sneered: "Then let's try."

The moment the voice fell, the two of them each held the Feather Fate Sword and attacked towards their respective deadly places. The speed was extremely fast, attacking like a phantom.Clothes fluttered, and the shadow of the sword showed no mercy.The fighting between the void realm and the distraction realm broke apart the best ornaments of the Accord one by one, and even the door and roof were not spared from damage.

Shen Qingyun: "..." Why did they fight over a disagreement?

Take a step back silently.

On the top of Fenglin Island, dusk fell and the sun was covered by haze, and the sun was shrouded in the icy mist that lingered all year round, reflecting the setting sun like blood.

The two on the roof competed uncompromisingly, moving through the clouds and through the fog.

The feather fan collided with the sword of life, and instantly swayed an irresistible power in the air, shaking the towering trees on both sides, and finally fell down inevitably, making a heaven-shaking sound.

Looking at each other, not to be outdone.

The hair on Feng Lanze's forehead was blown, and thin sweat slid down his cheeks. The afterglow fell on the side of his face, outlining a resolute face. His pupils reflected the setting sun, and the eyes were covered with blood, like burning candles.

Holding the feather fan in his hand, he tried his best to resist it, staring closely at Wen Mo who was close at hand, and laughed as if he had noticed something: "Where does your hostility to me come from? Huan, you become angry from embarrassment?"

"Nian Huan is my senior brother, are you worthy of pleasing him?" Wen Mo's whole body exuded coldness, his face was as gloomy as the king of Hades, and the sword of life pierced Feng Lanze's throat without any effort.

Feng Lanze took a step back and raised his fan sideways to block Wen Mo's attack. He heard Wen Mo bite 'my' so hard: "Why, Junior Brother Wen Mo, who didn't grow up in Fenglin Shen's since childhood, also Do you admire Nian Huan? It seems that Nian Huan is really attractive, too, who doesn't like a beauty?"

Such frivolous words filled Wen Mo's eyes with anger, and the sword in his hand did not back down: "It's really presumptuous! You can tease Nian Huan at will! Show me some respect!"

Feng Lanze noticed that Wen Mo's unusual attachment to Mo Nianhuan seemed to be delighted, but there was more admiration that seemed to dare not be profane. He rolled up his sleeves and put away his fan to stop wasting unnecessary effort.

The moment the fan was put away, the sword edge reached the throat, and it was only an inch away, and it could have passed through the throat and died.

Wen Mo looked at Feng Lanze, and saw that the man put his hands behind his back in a calm posture, except for the thin sweat on his forehead and slightly disordered breathing, he really couldn't tell that he had fought with him just now, and he was trying his best What is the reason for making such a gesture now?

"Junior Brother Wen Mo, I, Feng, cannot beat you."

Wen Mo frowned.

"But I can exchange something with you." Feng Lanze felt that at this time, he should be outsmarted by the one in the Distraction Realm, and he would definitely suffer in a hand-to-hand fight.

"what?"

Feng Lanze took out something from his sleeve, and saw it was a small and exquisite bronze mirror.

Wen Mo half-closed his eyes, a little surprised: "Backtrack?"

"That's right, this mirror is a retrospective that can retain memories, and you can see what happened in the past." Feng Lanze swiped his index finger and middle finger together on the mirror, and the mirror rippled: "I don't think you know what happened before. What happened at the Xianmen Conference, you must also want to know how radiant your senior brother Nian Huan is, then I will show you how I met your senior brother Nian Huan and cherished each other."

Wen Mo looked at Feng Lanze expressionlessly, and the sword in his hand was about to move.

"court death."

Feng Lanze smiled and said, "I'm here to show you Nian Huan, don't you want to watch it?" His eyes kept falling on Wen Mo's face, as if he was waiting for some flaw.

Wen Mo's eyes flickered slightly, didn't he want to?

he thinks,

I have thought about it for many years.

"So where is Mo Nianhuan?" Feng Lanze had a panoramic view of Wen Mo's expression, and after finding Ni Duan, he retracted the trace back into his sleeve: "Is he really dead?"

"Dead." Wen Mo noticed that Feng Lanze was looking at him, and his expression was gloomy: "Buried in the back mountain, do you want to go and see?"

"Dead?" A look of sadness appeared in Feng Lanze's eyes, but he didn't believe it. Black and white impermanence said that he would die saving his sweetheart, and how would he save his sweetheart when he was gone: "I don't believe it."

"He's alive again." Wen Mo said, "He got the other three fragments of the World-Exterminating Black Lotus and came back from the dead."

Feng Lanze was stunned: "What do you mean?" Got the other three fragments of the Black Lotus?

"Mo Nianhuan died, and was reborn as Mozun Mo Xianfan."

Feng Lanze was completely stunned, his eyes revealing disbelief: "...what?"

"Don't you like him, then use the last piece to lure him to Fenglin Shen." Wen Mo put away his sword, looked at Feng Lanze and said, "Or do you think he is afraid of becoming a demon?"

Feng Lanze did not expect that Mo Nianhuan was really dead, it was not a rumor, but he also did not expect that Mo Nianhuan could be reborn, and he was reborn as Mozun Mo Xianfan.

Is he afraid?

How could he be afraid, he was just afraid...

There is no chance to express my heart to my sweetheart.

Facing Shang Wenmo's gaze, he pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "I join forces with Fenglin Shen, as long as I can see him again."

Wen Mo lowered his eyes: "Okay, it's a deal."

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On the other side, Mo Nianhuan, who was completely unaware of being contested, was lying comfortably in the carriage, eating red bean cakes, and was about to rush to Fenglin Shen's to break the gate of Youyu Valley and set off a big drama.

"Master, I'm so tired." Qinglong, who was driving the carriage in front, felt that the stool outside sat on his buttocks: "I want to sit in the carriage."

Mo Nianhuan was pillowed on Shen Yuanyu's lap, being served comfortably by Shen Yuanyu: "Okay, you can ask Shen Yuanyu if he agrees, and if he agrees, you can come in and sit."

Shen Yuanyu paused holding the red bean cake, her eyes were dim: "Do you want to rest on Qinglong's lap?"

Qinglong outside heard: "Forget it, forget it, don't mess with me, I will continue to drive, I am only worthy of driving, I am not tired, I am fine," wanting to cry but not crying, beating a worker, he is not worthy.