Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Xiuyuan walked into chaos.

When he left the world of the last mission, his consciousness instinctively started the reincarnation program.

But when he regained consciousness again, the expected scene of opening his eyes and getting a brand new body did not happen.

It was devastated, as if the world was still in the silence and darkness before the beginning of the world.

He is groping alone, the world is vast, he is like the smallest creature before all things are resurrected, walking forward in the chaos without stopping.

The brain seemed to have stopped thinking, Lin Xiuyuan only knew that he had to go forward like this and could not stop.

I don't know how long I have been walking, but the black mist with no end in sight finally turned, and turned into Mount Asan, which contained thousands of spiritual things back then.

There are many mountains and mountains, and the mist is vast.

The darkness under the feet turned into a mountain stone ladder extending infinitely forward.

At this moment, a stern voice came from behind: "Xiu Yuan, don't run around!"

Lin Xiuyuan was startled, and slowly turned around.

Really Master.

Immortal, upright, and full of white hair can't hide the abundant energy from the inside.

That face had nothing to do with fear at all, but Lin Xiuyuan subconsciously took half a step back.

Behind the master is myself who came to Mount Eshan for the first time that year.

At that time, Kobayashi Xiuyuan was only six years old, like a little white radish that had just sprouted. He went up the mountain for the first time, and he was surprised to see everything. When he came across a beautiful flower or a colorful bird, he raised his short hands to go. After chasing and looking, I almost ran into a tree just now. After hearing the stern sound, I ran back to the master and stretched out my hand to hold the other's wide sleeve: "Master, hold it, and you won't run around if you hold it."

The old man glared at him, then shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to hold him and continue walking up, and sure enough, as soon as he held him, the little disciple became obedient and obediently followed the whole process.

The mountain was high and the road was steep, Lin Xiuyuan watched them walk past him, all the way up.

Neither of them could see him at all.

Lin Xiuyuan knew that this was his past.

After he regained his senses, he tried to call the system, but there was no response after calling countless times, and the system interface that had always been in his mind disappeared.

He didn't panic right away, after all, when he was a ghost, he was conscientious in his performance. In order to obtain the chance of reincarnation, Lin Xiuyuan studied almost all relevant knowledge thoroughly.After the tasker completes the task and decides to reincarnate, it is absolutely impossible for the system to change the final outcome. Whether it is the ghost world or the system, there are extremely strict relevant regulations and supervision departments. In addition, there are very few places for this kind of reincarnation. It is absolutely impossible for them to throw the mission winners into other mission worlds or past time and space in order to clear the memory of a reference object, and that will pay a huge price.

Therefore, Lin Xiuyuan judged that this should be similar to the chance that some people will go back to the past when they are dying. As for him, his real body has long since disappeared, but the other end of life is death. He is about to reincarnate but has not yet reincarnated, so At this time, he is on the border of death, so to a certain extent, he is now stepping on life with one foot and death with the other, which is similar to the state of human beings dying, so he saw this.

On the Cangbi, the wind suddenly became stronger, and the silhouettes of the master and the apprentice gradually began to blur. Lin Xiuyuan hurriedly raised his feet to catch up. Unexpectedly, after a few steps, the scene in front of him changed again, and it became the practice field in the sect.

Rows of teenagers whom he was familiar with rose up with their swords, breaking through the strong wind, with every move, graceful like a dragon swimming.

He saw himself at the front.

At that time, Lin Xiuyuan had already turned 11 years old, and he was much shorter than the brothers around him who were at least sixteen or seventeen, so he was easy to find at a glance.

After Kobayashi Xiuyuan finished his sword practice, he went straight to the direction of the master's practice room.

The teenagers on the field hugged their swords and breathed a sigh of relief. One of them looked at his junior brother's back and said with a smile: "Our little junior brother is really attached to Master. If you don't know it, you may think that Master is taking care of the children on the mountain..."

"It's normal for me to regard my teacher as my father since I went up the mountain at such a young age."

"It's so small, speaking of age, we grew up alone in the ghost forest since we were young..."

"Do you dare to compare him? Then who can compare... To put it bluntly, in a few years, even the master may not be able to compare!"

The faces of the group of teenagers who were still laughing and making noise changed slightly, and they stopped talking. The oldest disciple among them got up and smiled to smooth things over: "Okay, if we don't practice hard, we may not be able to see that senior brother." On the one hand... let’s talk about Junior Brother, don’t you think that Xiuyuan has improved very fast recently? The last sparring made me a little hard, if I don’t work hard, it will be embarrassing to spar in the future.”

"He is the master's closed disciple. The master is partial to him. I'm afraid he made a lot of small troubles in private..."

"Oh, your words are a bit bitter. He has only been in the sect for five years. Even if the master usually takes care of him, this speed of progress is not something that anyone present can achieve, right?"

"This……"

"Okay, okay, they are all brothers in the same sect. The master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. Don't talk about those. If there is anything you are not willing to do, just work hard."

……

Lin Xiuyuan left the practice field and followed Xiao Lin Xiuyuan to the master's practice room.

At that time, he didn't have to cling to his master. He was not an introvert since he was a child, but the sect didn't have anyone of his age. When he first went up the mountain, he was arranged to sleep in the big bunk with his brothers. There were five people in that bedroom at that time, except for him. , the youngest brother is also 11 years old, he is like a bean in it.

At that time, there was a senior brother who was almost 11 years older than him and next to his bed. At first, the senior brother was talented and very popular with the master. Later, because of his heart, he gradually degenerated. I was sentenced to three months of confinement, and exactly three months had passed at that time, when I came out and learned that the master had brought back such a closed disciple, I felt dissatisfied.

Lin Xiuyuan seldom gets up at night, but it was the first time he slept on the mountain, he was inevitably nervous, and couldn't help but go out to the latrine in the middle of the night, and when he came back, the bedroom door was locked.

He yelled outside for half an hour but no one answered. Knowing that the door could not be knocked open, he left to find Master.

After all, it was my first day in Asan, and I was unfamiliar with everything, so I got lost naturally.

A six-year-old child, tired and frightened, sat helplessly on the top of the hill and cried, and fell asleep in a daze while crying.

In his vague consciousness, it seemed that he was lying on someone's back. It was not an adult's back. His body was like a child who was only slightly bigger than him, but there was a cold aura that did not belong to a child.

There was a cold air on the back from a special environment, and it wasn't warm at all, but he grabbed the man's shoulders like he was grabbing his parents, and rubbed his face on the back in a drowsy state.

When I woke up again, I found myself sleeping in a small room next to the master's bedroom.

Not far away, the master was meditating. When he noticed that he woke up, he didn't ask the reason, and said in a heavy tone: "You actually ran near the ghost forest last night. If it wasn't for your senior brother who was in a good mood and willing to send you here, let me see , I, a closed disciple, have to accept another one..."

It was also that day that Lin Xiuyuan knew that there was a senior brother in Eshan that he had never seen before, a person who was only eight years old at the time, but would be honored as senior brother by all the seniors in their teens and even adults.

After that, he didn't say anything, and the master didn't ask anything. Since then, he fixed his sleeping place next to his own bedroom, and the senior brother who locked the door quietly was expelled from the teacher's door the next day, and the rest of them ignored him. The brother who asked was fined to face the wall and contemplate for a month.

Lin Xiuyuan, who was six years old at the time, really wanted to meet the elder brother to say thanks, and worked extra hard to make a slightly edible but unreadable sesame seed cake, which he planned to use as a thank you gift. He was severely reprimanded by the master.

The master said: "Qi Jue is different from all of you! He has no sense of right and wrong. He sent you back last night because of no friendship at all. It's just that you just happened to be lucky!"

The little boy stuttered and asked, "Then why didn't Master teach him?"

The white-haired old man paused, and looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are still too young... No one in this world can teach him."

"I desperately kept him in Eshan because he is the last hope of Guangyao Daozong."

"..."

About this senior brother Qi Jue, the master never told him again. At that time, Lin Xiuyuan forgot about any troubles in his sleep, and didn't think about it at all. His little brain couldn't bear it. There is too much information, and it is already very tiring to memorize those formulas and evil materials every day.

But because of the experience of being bullied that night, he didn't try to integrate into the collective life of his seniors.Apart from reading, studying and practicing, I spend the rest of my time with my master until I am 11 years old.

Lin Xiuyuan did not follow Xiao Lin Xiang, who was only 11 years old at this time, into the master's practice room, because he knew that Xiao Lin Xiuyuan would come out in a short time.

During that time, the master worked hard to study the mental method, but he still failed to break through, so he casually sent the little disciple to a valley in the sect to practice by himself, where only some wild beasts and not very lethal creatures usually appeared there. Spirit beasts do not have dangerous evil spirits, so low-level disciples of the Taoist sect will go in for training all year round.

Lin Xiuyuan, who was 11 years old, had never been there before. At that time, he did not understand the meaning of the master's words asking him to go with the brothers in a group. That night, he packed his luggage and swords, asked the brothers where they were, and followed the instructions. The direction went.

The senior brother did not point it wrong, but the terrain in the mountain was chaotic. Lin Xiuyuan seldom went out in the past five years, basically carrying water, meditating, studying, practicing swords, and sleeping. Before entering the ghost forest, he went to several wrong places.

As the sun went down, Lin Xiuyuan followed the 11-year-old Xiao Lin Xiuyuan all the way to the place that was full of evil spirits, but he missed it so much.

When Xiao Linxiu went in, he also felt the dangerous atmosphere, but when he thought of what Master wanted him to train, he still walked forward holding the sword.

Lin Xiuyuan was walking along with the boy, when suddenly his eyes darkened and turned into chaos again.

While Shensi was in a daze, there was a sudden sound of rapid breathing from behind.

He turned around quickly.

A full moon was in the sky, and the boy under the moonlight was pale and waved his sword to scare away the last resentful soul who wanted to approach. The originally clean white Taoist robe became dirty and torn, and his little face was also gray After a while, seeing that there were finally no "things" around, he found a tree with his sword in his arms and sat down against it, and began to wipe away his tears.

This was the second day after he strayed into the ghost forest by mistake. The senior brothers usually only dared to practice in the marginal area when they were in company. He relied on part of his luck and ability to exhaust himself for two days.

At that time, he predicted that he would have to leave in another day, and he was afraid that the master would say that he was stupid, so he felt uncomfortable and burst into tears.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at him quietly.

The boy cried for a long time, and finally got tired of crying. He leaned against the tree with his sword in his arms and began to sleep.

His gaze passed through Lin Xiuyuan in front of him, and he looked straight at the figure not far away.

The boy's black hair reached the ground, and he was obviously wearing the same white Taoist robe as him, but it was a completely different situation.

Kobayashi Xiuyuan opened his mouth slightly, surprised and delighted, but just as he smiled, his throat was grabbed by the boy who approached for a moment with one hand.

For the first time, he felt such a strong murderous aura surging out of a person's body.

The other party is really going to kill him.

The boy glanced at him coldly: "You are very strong, but not as good as me."

The night wind howled, and all the birds on the surrounding trees flew away.

The boy opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and even the struggle was worthless under the oppressive force. In an instant, his body became limp, and his face tilted down, sticking to the boy's hand.

The boy's pupils changed slightly, and he was about to let go when he heard him weakly say:

"Brother, after I die, you should eat the biscuits in my burden..."

That night, the 11-year-old Lin Xiuyuan saw the boy in the ghost forest for the first time, and knew that it was the senior brother he hadn't thanked. Two-year-old Qi Jue.

Fortunately, in the past five years, he has been able to make biscuits that look good and taste good.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!