I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

"Master, it's fine to stop here. There is traffic ahead, so it's hard for you to turn around."

"okay!"

The young man sitting in the back row had five knuckles on the handlebars, and the door opened with a little effort.The clean sneakers touched the bright light outside the car, Wen Yan was wearing a mask, and his amber eyes seemed full of vigor.

Not far away, on the solemn relief of the school name, and above the square where people come and go, large groups of soft white clouds are surging in the blue sky, and the sunlight is so strong that it is almost dazzling.

The prospective college student took a deep breath, took all kinds of materials for the start of school, held the handle of the suitcase, put his backpack on his back, and marched towards the school gate with arrogance.

University life, please give me advice!

"Ouch!!!"

Wen Yan staggered abruptly on the ground, most of the momentum lost.He frowned suspiciously and followed the source of the voice.

In the center of the metropolis where modernization is progressing rapidly, there is actually a dilapidated alley that can't be seen at a glance.The weather is so good today, but the sun doesn't seem to shine through.

it's wired.

Wen Yan stood there and listened carefully for a while, but couldn't find that voice from the noisy surroundings.

Did you hear me wrong...

"Brother, can you help me with my luggage? It's so heavy, I can't move it."

Wen Yan came back to his senses, and looked down. It was a very thin boy, wearing black-rimmed glasses of the same style as him, and his face was a little pale.

"Oh, okay." Wen Yan took one of his bags, "Is it okay? You look a little uncomfortable."

"No, it's okay." The boy lowered his head, "Thank you, I'm too weak, I can't even move this thing... I really don't know how to repay you."

"It's just a trivial matter, we are all classmates—"

"Meow!!!"

The cry was even more shrill than before, but the ending sound was somewhat weak, not like the normal cry of a small animal.

No way... Could it be that someone abused cats?

Wen Yan's heart trembled: "Student, did you hear any sound?"

"what?"

"That's the kind of sound that a kitten meows miserably."

The boy looked around, and smiled at Wen Yan: "No one would bring a cat to school, right? Why would brother ask such a question?"

Wen Yan felt that this title was very strange. He didn't have a younger brother in his family, and he didn't have the habit of being someone else's older brother. It sounded strange and uncomfortable.

"Just call me Wen Yan."

"I didn't expect brother...Student Wen, if you don't like it so much, then I won't shout like that next time. I'm sorry."

"Eh?" Wen Yan was taken aback, "I didn't mean that—"

"Meow!!!"

Wen Yan was really sure this time that there was a very painful cat in that alley, and the meowing alone was creepy.

Even though it was the scorching heat of September, his hands and feet were inexplicably cold.

"Sorry, I have something to do at the moment, and I can't help you with your luggage. You can find someone else! Sorry!"

Wen Yan turned around and left, wading through the upstream crowd, and it took a lot of effort to reach the alley.

At this moment, he realized belatedly that the noisy sounds around him seemed to be separated from him by a layer not too far away, and it sounded a little distorted.

what happened?

Forget it, let's save the cat first.

He turned on the flashlight in his phone and took a picture in the dark alley——

There is nothing inside.

Wen Yan's back felt a chill, his heart skipped a beat, and he was about to withdraw, but a huge black mist spread out from the alley in front of him, wrapped around his feet, and quickly enveloped him completely.

Before he even had time to call for help, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

No way, no way, it’s not true that someone was so sad that they died strangely on the first day of reporting at the university, right?

Tomorrow's hot search list in the same city probably has his place.

... No, don't make such a joke, my god.

*?*?*

"Ding! The current world is the world in the book, and the original "Magic Control of the World" has been dropped, please know."

Splitting headache.

Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes, it was rare that he didn't have much strength in his body.He subconsciously touched the pillow, but failed to find the phone.

Immediately woke up.

However, the interior decoration made him fall into a trance again.

What is this... a themed hotel?Ancient style hotel?Cultivation Paradise?

But why are there mountains outside the window! !

It must be the wrong way for him to open it.

Wen Yan quickly lay back down, but remembered that the phone hadn't been found yet, so he couldn't help getting up humbly to look for it.

The good thing is that the phone was found in no time, but the bad news is that the phone was found in no time because the flashlight was on.

Remaining power: 19%

Wen Yan: Peace of mind, harmony makes money, wealth is abundant, and there is a dilemma...

He took a deep breath, and fixedly glanced at the phone screen——

No signal/July, 18th year of the Qing calendar/Xu time/Lengyuefeng

"..."

what is this?

Wen Shengsheng looked out of the window helplessly, trying to recall the twelve-hour correspondence table taught in Chinese in high school.

Now there are two biggest questions, one is whether he is still alive, and the other is where is he.

It's hard to judge both of them - it's a lie to dream that you don't feel pain, and there is no one here, so there is nothing to refer to.

No, there was a voice just now.

Wen Yan was startled suddenly, and looked intently at the desk next to the couch. There was only a single book there, and on the cover were four big characters written in simplified Chinese——魔控天下.

This is really... the world in the book? !

After a few hours.

Wen Yan, who has read the entire original work, has only one voice left in his heart.

This Demon Lord is good at PUA.

With the help of his mother who saved Gu Jianhan's life when he was young, he almost regarded this young genius as his own dog, driving him to do this and that, secretly tripping Gu Jianhan everywhere, and constantly belittling him after the task was over.

Pretending to be persecuted by the decent sect, Gu Jianhan gradually separated from the decent sect, and kept extracting sect secrets from him, taking advantage of the opportunity when Gu Jianhan betrayed the Qingxu sect, slaughtered the entire Qingxu sect.

In the end, Gu Jianhan only ended up being bitten to death by evil ghosts in the prison of thousands of ghosts, and he was punished by the gods for that demon.

This Gu Jianhan deserved to be called miserable.

Not bad, but stupid, a love brain.

Wen Yan made a brief evaluation, and when he looked up, he saw a waist plate hanging from a dark iron nail on the wall.

There is a moon-shaped curse pattern engraved on the pale sapphire jade ring, and there are seven strange-shaped small characters on it. Wen Yan obviously couldn't recognize it, but subconsciously read it out.

"Leng Yuefeng disciple Wen Yan."

Wait... what does this mean?

Cold Moon Peak?disciple?he?

The master of Lengyue Peak is Gu Jianhan.

So... he became the apprentice of that love brain?

What are you kidding——

Is it too late for him to refuse now? !

*?*?*

Wen Yan lay on the couch for an unknown amount of time, reluctantly accepting the fact that he was forced to wear a book and became the protagonist's disciple.

My mind is a little clearer, and I feel hungry after a while.He didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, and with such a series of bizarre events happening again, his stomach was already rumbling in protest.

Wen Yan just wanted to sigh, but barely stopped.

Sighing is useless, how to survive is what he urgently needs to think about now.From the present point of view, this is the world of comprehension, where the sword is the sect, and the four ways of Qi, Dan, Talisman, and Fragrance coexist.

To put it simply, the jungle is a relatively primitive world.

But he is an out-and-out modern person born and raised in the 21st century. He doesn't know any of those things, and I'm afraid he doesn't have the talent for cultivation.

Simply put, it's trash.

Wen Yan's cognition of his own position is very accurate, and he doesn't feel so sad, but just feels that his future is bleak, and he is precarious in this kind of world.

Maybe one day I will die here, and there will be no chance to go back.

... Forget it, let's solve the hunger problem first.

Fortunately, his suitcase followed.

Wen Yan entered the password to open the box, took out several boxes of Wangzai milk and cookies, ate them for a long time, and finally decided to go out.

Although this world looks very dangerous, but his identity is the disciple of Leng Yuefeng, the sword master who rebelled against the sect in the 25th year of Qingli, which means that he is still an upright leader at this time.

Then at this peak, no one should want to kill him if they disagree with each other, right?

Wen Yan hid the suitcase under the bed, and found a lot of clothes from a wooden structure similar to a wardrobe, all of the same shape in yellow and white.

He raised his hand and took off his sweater and sweatpants. Under the shadow of flickering candles, his smooth and explosive muscle lines revealed a young capital like a wolf and a tiger, as well as a kind of fierceness and oppression that was incompatible with his harmless face. feel.

But only for a moment.

Wen Yan had never worn this kind of ancient clothes, the belt was tied in a random knot at the waist, and the outer shirt couldn't be worn well, it looked sloppy and messy.

Wen Yan lowered his head and took a look. He felt that he was really talented in dressing like this for the first time, and silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Alright, let's go now and see if there is any prey that can fill our stomachs on this mountain.

After all, he is a grown man, drinking some milk and eating some biscuits is really not enough.

However, it began to rain outside without warning.

Wen Yan was out of breath after chasing a pheasant, and successfully touched its proud tail feathers by virtue of his first place in track and field competition results from childhood to senior year, but was suddenly drowned by the pouring rain.

His sight was disturbed, he was not familiar with the surrounding environment, the vegetation in front was too deep, Wen Yan regretted his life, it was impossible to rush in.

Just a little.

It's fine if you can't catch up with the four-legged beast, but is it reasonable that the two-legged beast can't catch up with the two-legged beast?

This is all right, waste of effort.

hungrier.

Wen Yan's mood fell to the bottom. He kicked the weeds on the side of the road as if venting his anger. He didn't use much force, but he felt that he had kicked something solid.

Wen Yan raised his fingers and took off his black-rimmed glasses, and vigorously wiped the rainwater off his face.

The snowy moon on Lengyue Peak was not covered by dark clouds, and through the salty moonlight, Wen Yan vaguely recognized that it was a person lying in a pool of blood.