[Quick Transmigration] I don't want to be a big brother for many years

Daoist Bai Yin looked at her tender face with tears still on her face. For some reason, when she saw the person in front of her so sad, her heart felt rippling. It was like this since the first time they met.

He turned and entered the room with a calm tone, "Do you know what cultivating the Tao is? The past cannot be done, and so is the Tao. Tianxing Pavilion will never spy on the past life, nor does it know what the next life will be. It only wants to survive the state of mind in this life."

Chen Muyao knew this, but she was always unwilling to bury those unknown people and things deeply, even the facts.

"Master, I'm going back to my room first." She dragged her worries and disappointments and walked slowly towards the front of the corridor.

Master Bai Yin put one hand behind his back, looked back at the distant figure, and murmured: "One day you will understand that clinging to the past will make you worry about gains and losses and lose the present moment."

Chen Muyao staggered as she strode forward, clearly she had taken the wrong way back, but she still couldn't stop, the moonlight on the roof was thick, she looked up at the full moon, the silvery-white moon disk was very bright, her mind A word suddenly flashed in the middle, Bai Yueguang... Bai Yueguang, I seem to have said it before, where did I say it?To whom?

She leaned against the pillar and thought about this sentence. In the distance, there was a figure of a woman stretched a little longer by the moonlight. She seemed to be writing something with her head down.

"Senior Sister?" Chen Muyao shouted behind her, but the woman touched the corner of her eye and ran away quickly. When she got closer, the ground was already blurred, and she couldn't see what she just wrote. .

That figure was very familiar, and I didn't dare to make a judgment without seeing it, but the woman looked very sad, and I don't know why she was sitting alone on this deserted rooftop writing.

Hong Ling swept the floor from Wu Yazi to the place where Bai Yin lived, but she avoided him every day.

One day, she held a broom and swung her sword like a dance in the courtyard. When she saw Bai Yin approaching, she hurriedly saluted and walked back.

"Hong Ling," Chen Muyao quickly stepped forward and called to her, "Your steps were smooth and flowing, if you use a sword, you will definitely be more elegant."

"Master, can I be your sword spirit?" She still mentioned what she wanted in her heart again.

Daoist Bai Yin walked up to her, drew a sword from nowhere and stood in front of her, and said calmly: "Your skill should not be underestimated, becoming a sword spirit is beyond your reach, practice hard, and you will be able to shoulder the burden in the future." The responsibility of Tianxing Pavilion comes."

"But didn't you say that if I still have this long-cherished wish, you will consider it carefully?"

"This is the decision I have considered. My sword does not need a sword spirit."

"But I want to stay by your side," Hongling yelled out instantly. This sentence may have been on her mind for too long, and her voice trembled a little when she yelled it out.

Daoist Bai Yin and Chen Muyao looked at her excited expression at the same time, there seemed to be tears in her eyes, this appearance was not at all as free and easy as seeing her before.

She knelt in front of him with the broom on her hands, bowed her head and said, "You have Mu Yao as your disciple, and I know that Master has only one disciple, so I don't expect that, becoming a sword spirit can protect Master."

"Hongling, do you know that a cultivator cannot be disturbed by the mundane world, I don't need a sword spirit." After finishing speaking, Bai Yin walked away with his hands behind his back.

Chen Muyao wanted to help her up, but she pulled out the sword on the ground and ran out too.

She really has different emotions towards Bai Yin, but she feels that she has been suppressing this emotion in her heart.

Since that day, I haven't seen Hongling sweeping the floor here, and Chen Muyao has been studying medicine books at Wuyazi for several days. This is also the homework given to her by Bai Yin, and she already knows basic defensive swordsmanship , although it cannot kill the enemy, it can protect itself.

One day, when she was copying the Jingxin Sutra in the house, a strong wind blew open the window and knocked all the books in front of her to the ground. She got up and closed the window, and when she turned around, she saw Mr. Xiang standing behind her.

"Mu Yao, how are you doing these days?" His voice was always floating in the air, as if a gust of wind pierced through the cochlea.

Chen Muyao stretched out his hand and called out the wooden sword to point at him, "How did you get in? Do you want to go with me to see Master or get out of Tianxing Pavilion obediently!"

Xiang Jun smiled heartily, then sighed, and stretched out his hand to grab her sword blade, "I have no malice towards you, even last time I was helping you find your true strength."

"No need," she forcefully tore off the sword held by his fingers, "I can't kill, but Master can."

"Don't you want to know what the person your master has been looking for has anything to do with you?"

Mr. Xiang slowly pulled away his hands, and a conch appeared in a bubble in the middle. The water in the bubble gradually disappeared, and the conch fell steadily into his hand.

According to legend, there is a sea in the heaven and earth of Tianxing Pavilion, and there is a bronze mirror on the bottom of the sea, which can see people's past lives, and this conch is the key to open the bottom of the sea.

He waved the conch gently to Chen Muyao's hands, "You don't have to believe what I say, but don't some things are more interesting and make up for the shortcomings if you see them with your own eyes?"

"What on earth do you want to do?" Chen Muyao threw the conch to him again, and these things might shake out the stale air in her body that had been so hard-won in the next moment.

"I just want to return the property to its original owner, and send the recovered person to your side." Jun Xiang's tone was gentle, and he did not intend to kill, but it was different from what he had seen before.

He flashed to Chen Muyao's side, took her hand and placed the conch in her palm, "You saved my soul, and you are my master. How could I harm you? If you have to give me a reason, then Even if you let yourself verify it, it is better than me telling others, and you will still think that I am lying to you."

What did he mean by that? Could it be that he already knew who that person was?

Just as he was about to ask what he meant by what he said, there was no one there. There was a sentence echoing in the room. Only when the sea water ebbed could one enter, and the ebb tide would be three days later, and only the sound of a gust of wind remained in his ears.

Chen Muyao looked down at the conch, feeling a little hesitant in her heart, if she told her master he would definitely not let her go, but if she didn't tell her, if there was any fraud, she would fall into Lord Xiang's trap.

"Mu Yao, your complexion is not good. Could it be that the turbidity in your body..." Hong Ling just entered the room, saw her lowered hair in a daze, with a calm expression, and couldn't help asking.

Chen Muyao came back to her senses, and held the conch in her hand in front of her eyes, "Mr. Xiang came here just now and gave me this thing. He said that there is a bronze mirror on the bottom of the sky ladder, which can see people's past lives."

"You're worried that this is a trap, but you can't convince yourself not to go." She hit the nail on the head about the problem she was hesitating at the moment.

Hong Ling picked up the conch and looked at it carefully, "The one who should come will always come, Master will agree, I will accompany you to find him."

As she spoke, she pulled Chen Muyao to look for Daoist Bai Yin, and along the way told her to stay by Master's side more in the future and not to get entangled in the past.

"Hongling," Chen Muyao who was behind took her hand, she had a premonition that this person would never be a simple Jianghu chivalrous woman, she must have secrets about her, and it was related to her master.

"Your feelings for Master seem to be different. At first I thought you just wanted to be Master's sword spirit, but when I was in the courtyard before, I always saw a figure, and at first I thought it was another disciple. When I went back, the figure I saw when I passed the rooftop was you." She bit her lip and said, "You have feelings for Master, right?"

A gust of wind blew the hair ends of the two into a mess, Hong Ling pulled up Chen Muyao's loose hair from the sideburns, and smiled, "Mu Yao, if I can, I will definitely tell you, but not right now."

"why?"

"You will know when you see the bronze mirror on the bottom of the sea."

Chen Muyao was still hesitating at first, but when she said this, how could she not go, so she let go of her hand and hurriedly went to look for Daoist Bai Yin.

After listening to what she saw, heard and said today, Bai Yin knocked the conch out of her hand angrily, "Nonsense, didn't I say that this matter has nothing to do with you? Have you ever thought about why Mr. Xiang cited Did you go to the bottom of the sea just to let you know about people from previous lives?"

"I thought about it," she suddenly became very calm, without yelling loudly, nor with grievance, "Master, I have heard the conversation between you and Yao Lao before, if this matter is not settled, the evil spirit will Threatening you with this..."

"Master, it's not good, the library is on fire." A disciple outside rushed to interrupt Chen Muyao's unfinished sentence.

"What did you say!"

A few people immediately followed Bai Yin's footsteps to Zangshu Pavilion, the flames shone on the entire Tianxing Pavilion, thick black smoke shot straight up into the sky, Dao Cen came out from inside, coughing all the time, he saw Bai Yin The real person patted his chest to suppress his breath and stabilize his cough.

"Everything inside has disappeared. The fire has just been put on. This fire is not an ordinary open fire, but an evil fire."

The fire is indeed different from ordinary red flames. It is light blue, and the top of the fire is purple red. The disciples downstairs are pouring buckets of water, but they still can't see it being extinguished. look.

Chen Muyao recalled that Mr. Xiang came to look for her today, so she hurriedly asked if this was a trick of his own, using the bronze mirror on the seabed to attract their attention, so he came to set fire to it.

The secrets on the third floor of the Zangshu Pavilion can only be purified with the scriptures in the Zangshu Pavilion. Although it has been printed, this resentment is too heavy. Without the suppression of the books outside, it will break through the seal sooner or later.

Today they revealed that the secret inside is the resentment of humans and demons in the world, and the crystal ball contains their previous memories and resentment in their hearts. Once the memory is opened, resentment will arise from it.

Now those secrets are no longer in the building, presumably they were all taken away by someone. The Tianxing Pavilion has stepped up patrols recently, but Mr. Xiang is still free to come and go, and the library has been burned. It must be that the evil spirits are about to move.

Immortal Bai Yin looked up at the burning flame, "This is not what Mr. Xiang did."

He asked Chen Muyao if she still remembered the shopkeeper of the inn.

"Of course, but isn't he a young man? Could it be that he can come up the mountain smoothly?"

"We were all deceived that day," Daoist Bai Yin regretted a little. He only focused on dealing with the group of zombies and Mr. Xiang that day. Find out if the person he plays is real or not.

"Do you still have any memory of the candle he sent that day?"

After his reminder, Chen Muyao also looked up at the flames. It was indeed the same as the candles that day. The shopkeeper turned into a disciple of the Tianxing Pavilion. You will give it to him yourself.

Master Bai Yin turned his head to look at the hidden sword pavilion on the other side, and asked, "Is Cen Xianjian still there?"

"The celestial sword is surrounded by secret techniques, and it is difficult for anyone to approach it except us." Dao Cen's voice was a little hoarse from the smoke.

He glanced at Chen Muyao again, "Master, if the resentment drifts away, I'm afraid that the people at the bottom of the mountain will have a hard time living. It's better to let Chen Muyao go down the mountain to subdue it. It's also an experience. Right now, she is the only one who can draw out the place where the resentment gathers."