[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

"Master, master, why does the master never go down the mountain?"

The little child looked up at the tall young man, holding the man's index finger in his slender and round hand, with pure and suspicious eyes.

The child with red lips and white teeth was no more than seven or eight years old, with delicate eyebrows and piercing eyes. When he looked at Lin'an, he was reflected in those eyes alone.

Just like the teenagers in childhood, the innocence and beauty at that time.

Lin'an lowered his eyes and touched the child's head, with a smile on his lips: "Because...he promised someone."

"Who is that person? Why did the master listen to him?"

The child asked, his eyes widened with curiosity, as if you didn't tell him the answer, those watery eyes immediately shed tears.

The young man didn't speak, but bent down to pick up the boy, lifted him to his shoulders and sat down: "Have you finished your homework for today?"

"It's done...Master, you haven't told me who the master promised."

"Where are there so many questions? You little cunning."

With helplessness and pampering in his tone, the young man sighed helplessly, and then said: "It's your master's younger brother, your second uncle."

"Where is the second uncle?"

"What did I tell you just now?"

The child was silent for a while, and said aggrievedly: "But I'm just curious...Master, master, where is the second uncle? Why have I never mentioned him?"

"...he went to heaven."

"Ah? Then can I go to the sky to see my uncle? Is my uncle good-looking?"

"Naturally he is good-looking, there is no one in the world more beautiful than him."

Facing the sunlight, Lin'an carried the child and walked step by step on the bumpy hillside, talking while walking.

Thinking of Huai'an, Lin'an's eyes softened slightly, thinking of his current disciple, his heart was slightly sour.

His newly recruited disciple is three points similar to Huai'an in appearance, with the same wind-type spiritual roots, the same beauty and cuteness, and he is the best disciple in the world.

After the battle between immortals and demons that day, all the monks of the Demon Sect were forced back to the Demon Realm by the monks of the Fairy Sect, but because of this, almost all the remaining Nascent Soul monks on both sides perished, except Nie Qingcang, the Lord of the Demon Realm, and now Floating Life Immortal Lord of the Immortal Gate.

Immortal Fusheng became a demon, but he was born in the immortal sect, and all the Nascent Soul monks in the immortal sect died. The monks naturally did not want to see the scene of the dual Nascent Soul in the demon world, so they brought the corpse of his direct disciple in Fusheng After returning to Wuwu Mountain, the cultivators closed their mouths, only turning a blind eye to the fact that he had become a demon.

As a result, both Xianmen and Momen have lived in peace for hundreds of years.

Until recently, something happened in the Fushi Palace, and Lin'an asked for something, so he came to the foot of the Wuwu Mountain.

The Great Elder died, and the person in charge of the Floating World Palace fell on Lin An. Lin An held the child and stood there for a long time, comforting the impatient little boy in a low voice, until he heard a cold and quiet voice: "Come up!" .”

The barrier on the Wuwu Mountain was opened, Lin'an patted the boy's head, and then carried the boy up the mountain together.

He didn't walk for long, because Fusheng didn't live on the top of the mountain, but lived on the mountainside of Wuwu Mountain, among the bamboo forests.

It was the yard where the boy once lived.

But when Lin'an saw Fu Sheng, he couldn't believe it, that young man who used to be clean and pure like a moon, was now like a mortal, holding a shovel, squatting under a tree digging the soil, his expression indifferent Let the white clothes be covered with mud.

He looked over, and the mark of the fallen devil on his forehead was like a burning flame, bringing the chill of choosing someone to eat.

Lin An subconsciously took a step back, and then saw the boy sitting in a wheelchair not far from Fu Sheng.

He has a beautiful appearance, with his head bowed, wearing a dark black robe, covered with a thick blanket, with his hands on the side of the wheelchair, demure and beautiful.

Just like when he was 16 years old, his appearance has not changed at all.

The child let out a "wow", couldn't help tugging at Lin'an's cuff, and pointed at the boy in black: "Master, Master! Look quickly! Beautiful sister!"

Lin'an came back to his senses, saw Fu Sheng frowned with displeasure, quickly covered the child's mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense, that's your second uncle."

The child was slightly taken aback, perhaps he never expected that one day he would be scolded by his master, he felt aggrieved and gave a low "oh", then grabbed his little robe, bowed his head and stood obediently behind him .

Seeing this, Fu Sheng dimmed his eyes slightly, picked up the earthen jar hidden in the soil, and looked at Lin'an indifferently.

"This son has a pure heart, but you use him, don't you know that you are my master?"

Lin'an lowered his head and let him accuse him, lowered his head and said: "Yes, this disciple knows his mistake."

No one knew that the young man in charge of the Ukiyo Palace now lowered his head and bent his straight waist in front of another white-haired young man.

He said: "Master... this time the apprentice is for the third junior sister—"

Fu Sheng snorted coldly, and wiped off the dust on his body with a flick of his sleeve, the handful of dust came towards Lin An's face directly.

Lin'an took two steps back, pursed his lips and let the wet soil mixed with morning dew slide down his face, staining his white robe.

Seeing this, the child quickly ran to Lin'an, and stretched out his hands to protect him: "You, you, you, you hit my master! I won't allow it!"

Fu Sheng returned to the boy, pushed the wheelchair, the babbling sound of the wheelchair was covered by the child's voice, he pushed the boy into the room, gently put him on the bed, gently twisted the corner of the quilt for him, covered him with cotton quilt.

Lin'an lowered his head helplessly to persuade the child: "Ayan, he is the master, you can't talk to the master like this."

Ayan said aggrievedly: "But Master wants to beat Master, I don't want Master to be beaten by Master."

Lin'an couldn't laugh or cry: "I was not beaten."

"Obviously there is! Master, look at your face! Hmph! From now on, I don't like Master anymore!" Just as the words fell, I heard the cold and indifferent voice of the white-haired youth——

"You go."

Lin'an hurriedly said: "Master, Ah Yan didn't mean that..."

"I don't make things difficult for him." Fu Sheng interrupted him, stood at the door and looked at him coldly: "He is a good disciple and will protect you. He is somewhat similar to Huai'an."

Hearing this, Lin'an immediately shed a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

His voice was very soft, erratic and soft like the wind, but it was like a knife resting on his neck, and the last sentence was full of murderous intent.

Fu Sheng saw through his thoughts.Thinking of this, Lin'an's face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly.

Fu Sheng withdrew his murderous intent, looked at Ayan meaningfully, and raised his eyes to Lin'an: "Ling Bo is a traitor and has already been expelled from the sect. You don't have a third junior sister, and there is no Ling Bo alone in this world."

"Don't mention this matter again in the future."

"But Master, Junior Sister has redeemed her sins for a hundred years, her cultivation base has been abolished, her dantian has been destroyed, and she is now a gray-haired sixtieth old man! Why not let her enjoy her old age in peace?"

"She's about to die..." Fu Sheng gently knocked on the door, his eyes were cold: "It's time."

Continue to give her life, let her live.

A hundred years of wastage is enough to turn a girl full of resentment into a crazy old man.

Every night, the ogres devoured her body, gnawed her body to pieces, and almost stopped her life.

But as soon as the day came, her body returned to its original shape, and she was bound by chains and trapped in the cave, waiting for the arrival of the ogre.

She had never regretted it so much for a moment.

But it was useless, Huaian couldn't come back.

Huaian wanted her to live, so she had to live.

Fu Sheng looked at Lin An indifferently, his face was extremely cold.

Lin An opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond to Fu Sheng's inhuman appearance.

He knew that he couldn't persuade Fu Sheng anymore.

As for Ling Bo, he will be wasting life after life like this, as long as Fu Sheng survives for a day, Ling Bo will not end well. Although Lin'an has the intention to help her, he also has no power to do so.

Thinking of this, Lin'an sighed, bowed his head respectfully and said goodbye.

Fu Sheng seemed to be the same immortal in white clothes as before, but he was no longer the same immortal Lord Fu Sheng.

Before he left, he looked back at the back of the white-haired young man, as if he could see the madness and viciousness hidden in his body through his back.

Since then, Lin'an has never been to Wuwu Mountain again.

Only that child got preferential treatment from floating life. He was put in once every three years. Once he came back, only his waist-high boy had grown taller than him. He was already over 300 years old, but he was impatient like a Like a child, he hurried to Lin'an's study with a flustered face.

"Master! Master! Master is gone!"

Lin'an was slightly taken aback, then put down the pen in his hand: "What did you say?"

"The ancestor said that he was tired of waiting, so he left."

Lin'an's pupils shrank, and he stood up abruptly: "What did you say!?"

Fusheng is gone, who will resist the Lord of the Demon Realm? !

Although he has advanced to Yuanying, he is not as good as Nie Qingcang, the master of the demon world who has already transformed into a god!

Just as he was anxious, he heard the young man say again: "The ancestor said that Nie Qingcang is dead, and there is no need for him to stay any longer, so he took the second uncle to close the death test, and told me that if he passes If there is no catastrophe in a hundred years, you will die."

Lin'an was slightly relieved when he heard that Nie Qingcang had died, but after hearing Lin'an's last few words, his heart trembled slightly.

He knew that Fu Sheng had already made up his mind to die, so the so-called notification was just to tell him.

Sure enough, another hundred years passed, before the catastrophe came, the floating life died, and the barrier on the nothingness mountain disappeared.

When Lin'an set foot on Wuwu Mountain again, he found Floating Life in a huge underground tomb.

He was lying in the ice coffin, and the boy was beside him. They were holding hands, their fingers intertwined, and their long hair was tangled.

The two of them, one black and one white, just lay there, as vivid as if they were asleep.

Lin'an looked at them for a long time, but in the end he didn't move them, but turned and left the tomb.

When he left Wuwu Mountain, he looked up at the snow falling from the sky, and suddenly thought of a sentence.

Life is the same quilt, death is the same hole

The author has something to say

Thick and long, I have a kidney deficiency, so...the next update only has [-] words_(:з」∠)_

This is the only one in the extra episode... because I can't write any more _(:з」∠)_, the next chapter will directly enter the chapter on women's clothing, eh~

I really doubled up! ! !

I didn't fool you! !