Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiuyou Mountain.

"Didn't you say it's just a clouded leopard! What a centipede!"

A young man in black clothes dodged the long touch protruding from the centipede's carapace, rolled over on the spot, ate a mouthful of dust, and wiped his face with a pooh, without even the time to breathe and answer, "Ice Blade, come out!"

A silver long sword wrapped in a frosty breath flew out from the scabbard behind him, and stabbed straight at the upside-down centipede in the distance. The next shallow scratch.

The boy's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, he recalled the ice blade back into his hand, "What's going on, why is this thing so useless, father still keeps him with him every day!"

A shorter boy next to him yelled, "You want to use your father's magic weapon with your cultivation level, it's a ghost if it's useful!"

While the two were talking, the centipede seemed to be enraged, and it plunged into the soil with its long whiskers flicking, leaving a deep hole, and the ground shook wildly, as if something was about to burst out of the ground. .

"Run! The worm crawled down the soil!"

The two teenagers jumped on their swords and wanted to leave, but their movements were a step too slow. A long, scaled tentacle burst out from the ground at an extremely fast speed. Drag it underground.

The other boy guarding the sword shouted angrily, "Zheng Lengsong!" Then he flew down to save someone, but was caught off guard by another tentacle protruding from nowhere, and hit the tree slowly. When it slipped down, I only felt a fishy sweetness in my throat, and it was hard to move because of the pain all over my body while clutching my chest.

At this moment, a black shadow sprang out from the forest.

The black shadow walked swiftly, stepping on the centipede's tentacles and ran all the way. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and easily pulled it apart. The broken tentacles wrapped around the boy and were thrown away together, purple blood splattered everywhere. .

The centipede wailed from the ground, broke through the ground again, and attacked the black figure like crazy.

In the chaotic attack, the black shadow did not panic, dodged with ease, and tore off the other tentacles one by one.

The two teenagers came together with difficulty at some point, both of them were shocked.

"It's amazing. Look at this figure. You don't even need a magic weapon. You must have a high level of cultivation! The hard tentacles broke so easily. I don't know what school it is from. I will definitely come to thank you !" Zheng Lengsong was amazed.

The boy next to him frowned in pain and stared carefully, "...no...he should be a demon cultivator! Look behind him..."

Zheng Lengsong looked intently, and found that there seemed to be a... gray tail behind the black shadow?

Dozens of tentacles were torn clean, the Centipede Nightmare was dying, and the insect's blood spread tens of meters away, but it still relentlessly attacked the black shadow.

With a kick, the black shadow stepped on the centipede's head, and broke the reddish-brown carapace as hard as black iron. When he took out his hand again, he held a faint blue demon core in his palm.

The centipede's huge body twitched a few times, and then completely collapsed there, leaving only the remains of the insect and scattered tentacles all over the place.

Jiang Mi didn't take the worm blood splashed on his body seriously, put away the demon core, and jumped off the dead centipede worm lightly.

At this time, the two teenagers ran over in a hurry, "Senior, stay behind, senior, stay behind!"

Panting, Zheng Lengsong stood still in front of Jiang Mi, and then clasped his hands together with the young man beside him, "Thank you for saving my life, senior! My name is Zheng Lengsong. I don't know where senior lives. When I return to Qingmen, I will definitely come to thank you with a generous gift!"

While Zheng Lengsong was saying this, he couldn't help but look at the demon cultivator's head and back.

Now that he was getting closer, he realized that this demon cultivator not only had a fluffy gray tail hanging down behind him, but also a pair of gray animal ears that shook from time to time on the top of his head.

It looked... quite strange.

Demon cultivators have never been a rare thing in this world of comprehension. Demon cultivators are no different from human cultivators, and even possess a unique natural demon power than human cultivators in practice. There are mortal cultivators who have practiced for more than a hundred years.

It's just that although they have natural monster power, it is not easy to transform into human form. Some monsters have been in animal form for thousands of years, and it is difficult to transform into human form.It takes at least a hundred years for most monsters to transform into human bodies.

But looking at the demon cultivator in front of him, although he still has tail and animal ears, he should be several hundred years old.

Therefore, Zheng Lengsong called himself a junior in front of Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi, who had just turned 20 years old, was noncommittal about this. He only listened to Zheng Lengsong's words, but when he heard the words Guiqingmen, he lowered his eyes and stared at Zheng Lengsong thoughtfully, "You are from Guiqingmen. people?"

Zheng Lengsong was complacent with some youthful air.

Although covered in dust and embarrassed, he still puffed up his chest, coughed twice, with a pretended modest smile on his face, "Yes, this junior is the son of the Sect Master Feiting of Guiqing Clan. It's hehe..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was elbowed by the young man next to him, and there was an ouch in pain. The young man around him didn't even look at him, and bent down to salute, "My junior's name is Bai Xiao, thank you for saving my life, senior."

Looking at the two teenagers, Jiang Mi smiled, "I always ask others to pay me back on the spot when others owe me kindness. How are you going to pay me back now?"

Bai Xiao and Zheng Lengsong looked at each other, and groped their bodies all over.

Zheng Lengsong quietly hid his father's ice blade behind his back, this sword is his father's personal magic weapon, it can't be used to repay kindness anyway, if his father finds out, he might be able to peel off his own skin.

Zheng Lengsong said with some distress, "Senior, the juniors came out in a hurry, and didn't bring anything good, not even a few spirit stones, why not, senior, come back with us to Guiqingmen , when the time comes, seniors will have whatever they want."

When Bai Xiao heard that he boasted so much again, he secretly gave him a fierce look. Zheng Lengsong realized what he had said, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

Jiang Mi didn't speak, and spread out the demon core in his hand in front of the two teenagers, "I can give you all of this demon core, but you have to promise me one condition."

Zheng Lengsong stared straight at the demon core. The centipede's demon core is hard to come by, let alone such a big centipede.If he could refine it for himself, he didn't know how much cultivation he could gain, but he still withdrew his greedy gaze under Bai Xiao's glaring gaze.

He said in a dignified tone, "Senior got this monster core himself, how can we juniors covet it."

Jiang Mi looked at him and thought it was a little funny, "I'm not asking you to agree to some difficult conditions, I just want to enter the Qing Dynasty."

Zheng Lengsong and Bai Xiao looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

"...Senior, what did you say?"

-

Returned to Changtingzong of Qingmen.

The suzerain Zheng Yinghai has a solemn face, not angry but majestic, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, holding a five-foot sandalwood staff and sitting in the main hall, surrounded by a circle of suzerains from the Guiqing sect.

Until the hall door far away came two figures.

Before Zheng Lengsong reached the hall gate, he heard an angry roar, "Nizi!" He was so frightened that he staggered and almost knelt down, but was firmly supported by a hand behind him, and suddenly he felt a little confident, thinking that no matter what , You can't just kneel when you enter the door.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw his father's angry face, his legs softened, and he knelt down.

"Father!"

Bai Xiao next to him had no choice but to scold an idiot in his heart, but he could only kneel at the door together and said sullenly, "Master."

"You two still have the face to come back!" Zheng Yinghai slammed his stick on the table.

The two people at the door of the hall trembled, knowing that this time he was really angry.

Zheng Yinghai asked again, "Where's the ice blade!"

Zheng Lengsong didn't dare to raise his head, he took out the scabbard from behind in fear, put his hands on it, and swallowed, "Here, father! I know how important the ice blade is to my father, so even if my son's life is lost, Er also brought back the ice blade unscathed!"

Zheng Yinghai was about to laugh angrily, "Then do I still have to praise you!"

Zheng Lengsong shook his head again and again, "No need."

Zheng Yinghai angrily threw the stick in his hand with his spiritual power, if it hit Zheng Lengsong, he would have to lie down for two or three months, Zheng Lengsong's eyes were so frightened that he closed his eyes, but the pain did not come as promised.

He closed his eyes and didn't see it. The stick was thrown halfway, but suddenly turned his head and flew behind him.

Jiang Mi stood in front of the hall door, holding the stick in his hand, with a calm expression, "The younger generation pays homage to the suzerain."

The sudden appearance of Jiang Mi caused an uproar among everyone in the hall. It was not because they were surprised that a demon cultivator suddenly appeared, but because there were so many advanced monks present, why no one seemed to be aware of this demon cultivator. Xiu's arrival.

Zheng Yinghai frowned, and asked cautiously, "Who are you, and what are you talking about coming to Guiqingmen?"

Zheng Lengsong looked back and quickly stood up, "Father, father! That senior is not a criminal, but he is my savior!" Then, Zheng Lengsong described everything that happened in Jiuyou Mountain in a vivid and vivid way. matter.

After finishing, he pulled Bai Xiao who was kneeling beside him, "Father, if you don't believe me, you can ask Bai Xiao."

Bai Xiao stared at everyone's burning eyes, and nodded with difficulty, "...Yes, Master."

Zheng Lengsong came to Jiang Mi's side, "If it wasn't for senior, my son's life might be lost in Jiuyou Mountain."

Zheng Yinghai sneered, "You deserve it!" After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Mi, "You are not only the savior of the dog, but also the benefactor of the Changting Sect. Please sit down." Tea!"

Jiang Mi sat in the upper seat, looking at the clear tea in the teacup in front of him. In front of him stood a row of maids carrying tribute trays. The tribute trays contained a wide variety of magic tools, treasures, and piles of top-grade spirit stones. Very wealthy.

But what Jiang Mi wants is not these.

Zheng Lengsong, who was kneeling beside him, was the first one who couldn't help but speak, "Father, what senior is looking for is not these external things!"

Zheng Yinghai interrupted him, "Shut up!"

Zheng Lengsong stammered, and secretly looked at Jiang Mi eagerly, apologetically.

Because when he was in Jiuyou Mountain, after Jiang Mi said that he wanted to enter the Qingmen, he agreed without hesitation, patting his chest, saying that this request was just a matter of words for him, the son of the suzerain.

Jiang Mi never planned to rely on Zheng Lengsong to enter Guiqing sect from the beginning, he raised his eyes and said, "Sovereign, this junior has an unfeeling request, this junior wants to enter Guiqing sect." With the meaning of asking for help.

Zheng Yinghai paused for a moment, he was not as easy to fool as his good-for-nothing son, a demon cultivator with a high level of cultivation like Jiang Mi would not be honored as a guest of honor, even though the Guiqing sect was well-known, it would not be possible to come here to be a Disciple under the door.

"You're joking, we belong to the small sect of the Qingmen, what can He De do?"

His reaction was expected by Jiang Mi, and he smiled, "Although I am a little stronger than the other monks, I am just a casual cultivator in the final analysis. I have no sect to rely on, and I am just duckweed on the lake. I came to Qingmen Sincerely, I have no other plans."

This is what he said clearly.

All the suzerains present were secretly thinking in their hearts, thinking that if such a demon cultivator enters the Guiqing sect, he is afraid that the way of cultivating immortals is limitless, and he will definitely make a difference, but if he refuses the door this time, he is afraid that he will be able to do something in the future. Forge a beam, it can't end.

Zheng Yinghai naturally thought the same way. After thinking for a long time, he was still unwilling to agree, so he said, "Your cultivation base is so high that it may be difficult for other suzerains to teach you, but there is one person in Guiqing sect who can teach you, but he has been here for hundreds of years. I have never accepted a disciple, this time it depends on his wishes, if he is not willing, I will not keep you."

Jiang Mi responded, "Okay."

Hearing this, Zheng Lengsong was startled, thinking that his father was trying to make things difficult for him, he didn't accept disciples at all, well, he stayed on his own mountain every day, the last time we met was at the Zongmen Dabi, It's been decades.

He was inevitably anxious.

But Zheng Yinghai had already taken out the Jade Slip, told the story in detail, and finally asked him if he wanted to accept a demon cultivator as an apprentice.

According to Zheng Yinghai's plan, that person probably won't come over.

Everyone in the Zongmen just waited like this, when Zheng Lengsong's heart was going cold.

Suddenly there was a burst of booing in the hall, which really caused an uproar.

Jiang Mi looked up.

In the distance, I saw a person in white clothes like snow, not stained with fine dust, coming from the clouds, with long hair like ink, with a jade hairpin tied behind him, walking slowly in front of the hall door.

That person's eyebrows are like frost and snow, his eyes are extremely light, his expression is cold and unreachable, but when he looks at you, it seems that he doesn't even reflect your shadow.

Everyone was a little afraid of the chill.

Only Jiang Mi's face was meaningless, and his eyes fell on the end of the man's hair, and found that it was still a little curly, which was very interesting.

"who."

Zheng Yinghai cupped his hands hastily as if waking up from a big dream, "Senior Brother Cheng, that's him." He pointed at Jiang Mi as he spoke.

Jiang Mi's golden pupils looked at the man, and the animal ears on the top of his head trembled unconsciously. Suddenly, Jiang Mi smiled, showing his canine teeth, "Hi, senior."