[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

It was not too early for the two of them to return to the sect, so Fang Muyu coaxed him back patiently, and went to the back mountain alone.

There is only one Siguo Cliff in the back mountain of the sect, everyone knows the usefulness of this place, Fang Muyu came to this place for the first time, taking advantage of the moonlight, he saw the people who had already arrived.

It was Mu Jie who met him once.

I heard that Luohun Valley killed countless people and set fire to them, but only killed those who were disloyal, unrighteous, respectful, and filial. Some of them called themselves rebels, but Luohun Valley was indeed revered and worshiped by the world.

As the owner of the valley, Mu Jie's self-mockery is only due to his personality. Jiang Wuyuan understands his position in the hearts of the people, and Fang Muyu naturally understands it too.

Fang Muyu cupped his hands: "Senior."

"I heard that when Wuyuan accepted you as an apprentice the day before yesterday, you still wanted to change masters?"

Mu Jie turned his back to him, as if he was just looking at the scenery on the cliff, his robes fluttered around, only the cold air surrounded Siguo Cliff.

Fang Muyu looked at him indifferently, without retorting.

The collar was tightly grabbed in the next second, and the man was already in front of him, and then he yelled loudly:

"You kid, do you know what it means to respect the teacher and respect the way! Someone like Jiang Wuyuan can choose you to give your sister face, don't give face to shame!"

Fang Muyu was expressionless, and grabbed his hand: "Senior, calm down."

Mu Jieqi smiled and let go of his hand and slammed it to the side: "I came today to let you know that Jiang Wuyuan didn't owe your sister anything at all."

Fang Muyu sneered again and again after hearing this: "If it wasn't for my sister who rescued him back to the sect and knelt outside the former head for three days, how could he be poisoned by the cold poison? Died while teaching?! You still say it wasn’t caused by Jiang Wuchen? Who caused it!”

Mu Jie didn't want to say much, so he threw a scroll directly to him. Fang Muyu opened it and found that it was a forbidden scroll, which recorded the forbidden technique called "Yi Handu".

After reading a few lines, Fang Muyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

This kind of forbidden technique requires careful sacrifice, which can keep the soul and body of the sacrificed person intact, but the soul of the user will be shattered and cannot be reincarnated after death.

"With one person's heart, protect the whole life well, and eventually the soul will be annihilated, and there will be no redemption.

Yishi"

"I used all the spies in Luohun Valley to search for news. After eight years of searching, I finally found out the ins and outs. Your master immediately used Yi Handu when facing your sister's death. After using it, you should be out of your wits, but now you What kind of secret technique did the teachers, uncles and aunts use to rescue him, and turned him into the walking corpse he is now. Your sister may be warming her body in some secret room right now, but Jiang Wuchen can only bear the infamy."

Fang Muyu looked at the scroll with dull eyes.

"Jiang Wuyuan doesn't owe your sister any life at all. If there is, one Yi Han degree, and these eight years are already atonement!" Mu Jie raised his voice: "So what qualifications do you have to question the person who could have cultivated to become an immortal?" Jiang Wuyuan is living like this now!"

"Do you know how much he hated the behavior of hanging around! Do you know how much he didn't like drinking before! Now he hangs around and drinks all day long, just wants to learn from Fang Mushi and continue to live so that everyone can be happy. Unforgettable sister! Do you still despise him?"

"If it were me, I would have strangled you to death! Why treat you so well!"

Fang Muyu's eyes were straightened, his lips trembled slightly, and he staggered back two steps until the last sentence, and the scroll fell to the ground with a "click".

He finally understood why Jiang Wuchen didn't have a heartbeat - without a heart, where did the heartbeat come from?

He also knew why Jiang Wuyuan drank so much wine every day - not only because of Ajie, but also because he could only rely on wine to warm his cold body all year round.

Mu Jie pressed on with every step, with a murderous look on his face: "I have only one purpose to tell you this, since you despise him so much, then get out, you are not worthy to be Jiang Wuyuan's apprentice."

Fang Muyu's face was pale, and knowing the truth was undoubtedly a blow. Eight years of hating the wrong person made his mind go blank, and he even questioned his own existence for a moment.

But he didn't doubt it, because through various details, including all the masters, including Jiang Wuyuan, they all pointed to such a result.

He misunderstood Jiang Wuyuan.

"me……"

"You what?" Mu Jie sneered: "Don't think I don't know that you want to kill him, let me tell you, as long as I, Mu Jie, are alive, nothing will happen to Jiang Wuyuan!"

When Mu Jie left, Fang Muyu was still standing there motionless. The words on the scroll were heart-wrenching. He didn't know how to face it. If it was really what Mu Jie said, then he... I'm afraid it was really hurt. Jiang Wuyuan.

in the room.

Jiang Wuyuan lay on the bed with his legs crossed, looking in a good mood. He knew what Fang Muyu was doing in the back mountain, and he also knew that Mu Jie would not be able to keep it a secret.

He knew that Mu Jie couldn't control his mouth as before, and fighting against injustice was not at all like the villain who killed and set fire in his own mouth. Hearing that his friend was wronged by a junior, he would definitely come over and talk about the ins and outs. If he If he guessed correctly, Fang Muyu should have known what happened back then, and that naivete was small, but it had a great effect.

To Jiang Wuyuan's surprise, Fang Muyu was still the same the next day, there was no difference, except that his eyes were a little calmer.

After reporting to the sect leader, the two returned to the peak, Jiang Wuyuan went back to the room and brought out many things, including——

Two swords, a pile of talisman papers, a few medicine bottles, a stack of formation diagrams, and many messy magic weapons that Fang Muyu couldn't even name.

Jiang Wuyuan slapped the table, and said generously, "You can choose whatever you want to learn, apprentice!"

Fang Muyu: Do you run a shop?

"You...know it?" He carefully looked at the magic weapons, they were all top-notch, and any one he took out could be regarded as a town treasure.

Jiang Wuyuan looked proud: "Yes, after all, I am..." The voice suddenly disappeared, and the expression on his face went blank for a moment, then he immediately recovered, "Apprentice, what do you want to learn, is it a sword or a talisman?"

"Sword." Fang Muyu picked out a gray long sword of suitable weight.

"Okay, then these are for you." Jiang Wuyuan took out another stack of sword books: "This is the fifth brother who exists as a teacher, you choose one to teach you."

Fang Muyu's face twitched as he looked at the sword manual that was nearly half a person's height in front of him.It can only be said that he really deserves to be the monster-level genius back then.

One month, when the headmaster asked about it, Fang Muyu kept silent, but the headmaster smiled, and the matter ended like this.After a year of hard training, Fang Muyu finally achieved a lot and became an outstanding disciple in his generation.

When he understood a set of sword techniques, the head of the sect called him to the door: "Afterwards, you can worship me as your teacher."

"Why?!" Fang Muyu never expected: "Jiang Wuren can teach me a lot, and it's not the head of the sect. You said he is the most suitable person to be my master?"

Jiang Wuyuan was sent out to do a mission a few days ago, and he hasn't come back yet.

"No..." The headmaster lowered his eyes, his face couldn't distinguish between sorrow and joy, his hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly, his nails dug into his palms: "Your master... fell off a cliff and disappeared."

Fang Muyu's first reaction was disbelief.

"The head... is he asking you to test me, is he joking?"

The master shook his head, sighed, got up unsteadily and left.

Fang Muyu stood there, his mind went blank as if struck by lightning, his whole body was at a loss, and even the ability to think disappeared at that moment.He didn't know how he got back to the top of the peak, and felt ridiculous for no reason, but he couldn't even raise a half smile when he pulled the corner of his mouth.

died?

How can it be!

He is Jiang Wuyuan!

just die?

Isn't he crazy!Don't you like to test him?

This time it must be his prank, I want to test whether I really admit him...

Fang Muyu settled down. These may be tasks in the sect. When the time is right, they will naturally...see each other again.

Right?

On the second day, all the teachers, uncles and aunts came to Fang Muyu's place, coaxing him to reassure him with uncontrollable sadness.Fang Muyu was much calmer than they imagined, and replied politely to every word of comfort, as if nothing had happened.

He didn't change his master in the end, even though he didn't say a word about his master to Jiang Wuyuan, he practiced the swordsmanship that Jiang Wuyuan taught him to perfection until he broke through Yuanying.

The 28-year-old Nascent Soul Stage is comparable to the magnificent Jiang Wuyuan back then.

During the period, Fang Muyu went down the mountain to that cliff many times, but he never gave up. He couldn't tell what his attitude towards this master should be.

Until one day, Fourth Elder Gu Huaiqing came to the door of his room.

"Martial nephew, there is a task to eliminate the evil party of the evil sect, are you going?"

Fang Muyu had already shed all his childishness. Mr. Pianpian was like a snow lotus on an iceberg, exuding a calmness that didn't match his age. He raised his eyes: "Is it the demon cult that killed sister?"

Gu Huai nodded lightly.

Fang Muyu took the sword and went out without saying a word.

The rest of Gu Huaiqing sighed secretly behind him, besides the soaring cultivation base of his nephew these years, even his character has gotten closer to the original Jiang Wuyuan.

At this time, the third elder Murong Yan hurriedly blocked the way down the mountain, stopped the two people and said that the leader of the Demon Cult brought the first guest to discuss, and let everyone gather in the front hall.

The two had no choice but to go to the front hall again.

Fang Muyu has been cultivating at his peak these years, and he has only been to the residence of the master. The last time he went to the front hall was when he just entered the inner sect, and the scene of the past seems like a lifetime away.

The sect master and the elders were all there, and they all sat upright as if they were facing an enemy. Fang Muyu and a few other inner sect disciples sat at the bottom, listening to the other disciples respectfully call "big brother", Fang Muyu nodded expressionlessly as a reply .

"I came here for one thing only, so I won't beat around the bush."

Not long after, a young man appeared at the door, wearing a purple robe with a red edge and a dragon pattern, his white hair tied up, surrounded by a devilish aura.