Dressed as a cannon fodder for a harmonious essay, I have few desires [Quick Transmigration]

The highest peak of Baiyujing is Siguoya, which stands in the center of Baiyujing. It is covered with snow all the year round, and there are few people. The dead tree on the neck, the vast expanse of snow is everywhere, and the wind whistling in the ears.

Yan Sui stepped on the peregrine falcon sword and flew slowly from Geyu Peak to the foot of Siguoya. He skillfully dug out a futon from a small cave at the foot of the mountain, patted the ashes on it, and carried the sword on his back. He was a frequent visitor to Siguoya. In this way, Yan Sui began to climb up from the foot of Siguoya Mountain step by step, one person and one sword.

Siguoya, as the name suggests, is a place for disciples who have made mistakes to repent and reflect. In order to better hone the minds of the disciples, the founder of Bai Yujing carved 99 steps on Siguoya, and descended With the restriction, you can't use spiritual power, you can only climb up step by step by relying on the mortal body.

The front section is okay, the woods are surrounded by birds and flowers, and from time to time there are little things with enlightened intelligence standing on the steps curiously looking at this disciple Bai Yujing who is walking up in a hurry. He is not afraid of people at all, and some bold ones will Jump on Yan Sui's shoulders for a short ride or beg for a bite.

But the higher you go, the louder the wind and the lower the temperature.There are fewer and fewer trees around, and more and more rocks are exposed, which restricts the use of spiritual power. Yan Sui was a little blinded by the wind, but he took off the peregrine sword and pestle at his waist and stepped on the ground. climb up.

Because he often caused troubles restlessly in Baiyujing, in the past, Yan Sui was almost fine except for flirting with beautiful seniors and sisters, and was punished by Master Miaoqing to go to Si Guoya, so Yan Sui was very familiar with Si Guoya after coming and going. It took two or three days for others to climb up, but Yan Sui made it to the top in half a day.

The old god laid out a futon on the leeward side of the huge rock, Yan Sui tightened the collar of his jacket, and sat down on the ground leaning against a dead tree with his sword in his arms.

There was silence, except for the occasional whistling wind, the only thing left was the shallow breathing of the only living creature. Everything in the world was in sharp contrast with the tiny self. On the highest peak of Baiyujing, you can see the whole Baiyujing through the snow and wind. , The hazy beauty makes people's mood suddenly bright.

Really a good place to think.

Yan Sui pulled out the peregrine falcon he was holding in his arms, crossed his legs for luck, and closed his eyes to fend off his sword.Because you can't use spiritual power, if you want to activate the flying sword, you can only rely on the tacit understanding between the master and the sword. The so-called unity of human and sword, the sword moves with the heart. Starting from the simplest stabbing, Yan Sui is flying every move. Master the ultimate control of the sword in the snowflake.

The stronger the wind, the quieter the heart, the person who closed his eyes and practiced unknowingly sank into the realm of self, the flying sword light became faster and faster, and the afterimage formed a curtain wall of sword energy around Yan Sui, even the slightest wind Snow couldn't even take a step closer to the person sitting there.

"Buzz!"

There was a clanging sword sound, and the gleaming sword tip hovered in the throat of the person who had just stepped on the top of the mountain, and if there was any more, blood would be spattered on the spot.

"Come."

The moment the sword stopped, the person who was still concentrating on meditating had already opened his eyes. Compared with the lifeless look in front of the real person Ge Yufeng Miaoqing, Yan Sui at this time can be said to be full of energy, as if knocked down. The whole bottle looks like Huanchundan.

It seems that he has gained a lot from the short period of practice just now.

The talent is terrifying.

"Junior Brother Wan, have you come to see me?"

Wan Yunge looked at the Peregrine Falcon sword just a line away from his neck, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"Brother Yan, the master asked me to give you the sword manual."

The person who was still looking forward to it instantly lost his face, but still waved his sword back, moved his buttocks, and patted half of the position, signaling Wan Yunge to come and sit.

"Where's Junior Brother Huang?"

"Master said, we can all enter the inner door."

Wan Yunge walked to Yan Sui's side, but he didn't sit down, but just handed over the sword manual in his hand, while he leaned against the dead tree, bowed his head and pinched his sleeve and stopped talking.

Yan Sui nodded, took the sword manual and looked through it.Just now he noticed that Wan Yunge had changed his name to Master Miaoqing, and he guessed that Wan Yunge should have entered the inner sect just like the original book, but what was different this time was that there was an extra upright young man Huang Yu.

Wan Yunge saw that Yan Sui stopped after asking a question, and he didn't look like he was going to continue asking, so his back that had been tense all the time relaxed a little.

After Yan Sui left, it was true that Master Miaoqing accepted himself as a disciple, but at the same time he retested his roots.

After taking the blood essence and dissolving the bones, knowing that he is a chaotic spiritual root, Master Miaoqing didn't respond. After measuring that he was a hybrid of human and demon and was a descendant of a white tiger, Master Miaoqing raised his eyebrows, but in the end the domino showed a pure yin constitution Finally, Master Miaoqing couldn't help frowning.

Looking at the two identical pure black Yin-Yang Pisces on the dominoes, Master Miao Qing faced the equally shocked Wan Yunge, and both fell silent.

After a long time, the lowered voice of Master Miaoqing came from the slightly empty hall of Yulou.

"This matter must not be rumored."

"From now on, you will be my little disciple of Master Ge Fengmiaoqing. Although your spiritual root is not good, you are diligent and hardworking. There is nothing special about it."

"do you understand?"

"...disciple understands."

Wan Yunge looked at Master Miaoqing's complicated eyes, raised the hem of his clothes and knelt down deeply, bent over and kowtowed.

Wan Yunge leaned against the tree, looked at Yan Sui looking helplessly and painfully at the sword manual that Master Miaoqing asked him to bring, and couldn't help rubbing the fingers hanging in his sleeves together. The old habit of indecision.

You can't tell Yan Sui about this, at least not now.

"Speaking of which, how did you get here?"

Yan Sui took a few glances at the sword manual specially sent to him by Master Miaoqing, and felt that his head hurt, so he simply put the book in his arms and waited to read it later.But thinking that Wan Yunge followed him up the Siguo Cliff so quickly, he asked curiously.

"Master sent me here."

"No wonder, but he didn't give you any teleportation spells or anything like that?"

"No."

"Then how will you go on? You haven't built a foundation, so you won't be starved to death for two or three days?"

"..."

Wan Yunge looked at Yan Sui, although he had no expression on his face, Yan Sui still saw his momentary blankness and stupefaction.

"Hey, I said that Master's memory is getting worse and worse, and he is not happy about it."

Yan Sui got up, patted Wan Yunge on the shoulder, and then hugged him again. The two brothers sat him down nicely, and leaned against the rock to take out something from the mustard bag like a baby and gave it to Wan Yunge.

"Junior brother, don't worry, here, senior brother, this Bigu Pill is enough."

Stuffing a handful of bigu pills into Wan Yunge's hands, he felt embarrassed but had to put them away, Yan Sui smiled and stopped teasing others, picked up a handful of withered grass by the rock, and started weaving to pass the time.

"Brother, do you come here often?"

After putting away the pill, seeing the contented looks of the people around him, Wan Yunge, who thought Yan Sui would have a hard time at Siguoya, asked in puzzlement.

Yan Sui's fingers fluttered, and after a while, he placed a dexterous dragonfly on Wan Yunge's lap.

"Basically, every time I offend Master, and my parents are not in Bai Yujing and nobody takes care of me, I will be punished."

Yan Sui said nonchalantly, pulled another piece of grass and started weaving. When he was talking, the long rabbit ears had already formed.

"Your parents?"

"Ah, my father is from the Changjing Peak next door, the master's senior brother, but now he is guarding Youzhou with my mother, and he has no time to come back."

Wan Yunge looked at Yan Suiping's plain side face, and his tone was also indifferent, as if he was talking about something ordinary. However, even a three-year-old child knew that Youzhou, a place where humans, monsters, and demons mixed with creatures from the three realms, had a scene every year. Many monks died in that chaotic land.

"What kind of expression do you have? My parents are amazing. Beating people is just a matter of hand. Youzhou is still relatively peaceful now, so there is nothing to worry about."

Putting the rabbit ears on Wan Yunge's other leg, seeing the hesitant expressions of the people around him, Yan Sui raised his hand amusedly and gave the boy a chestnut on the head.

"However, because they beat people too hard, they have many enemies. When I was young, I went down the mountain with my senior brothers and sisters to play. I was kidnapped once, but fortunately, I was finally found by the master, so the master was a little too worried and didn't let me go down the mountain easily. "

In the original book, because he was not allowed to go down the mountain and was strictly controlled, the original body stayed in Bai Yujing all the time, flirting with beautiful seniors and sisters on various peaks, and causing a lot of trouble for Master Miaoqing every time, but because of inexplicable Guilt and doting, Miao Qing's real person always picks it up and puts it down gently, at most it will drive people to the precipice of thinking.

So after a few years, among other things, the original body's cultivation base and swordsmanship are still good, at least he can be regarded as one of the best among his peers.

Until later, when he met a beautiful junior from the same school, the scumbag directly changed his gender. After discovering his special physique, he used force to snatch the sauce from his junior, and then went on the way of the villain scumbag. return.

"Master, it's also for the good of senior brother."

"Yun Ge believes that senior brother will be able to cultivate to great success, and nothing in the Three Realms can stop senior brother."

The serious dark blue pupils are like the deepest lake in Bai Yujing, and Yan Sui clearly saw his own stunned reflection in Wan Yunge's eyes, looking at the innocent child at this time, looking serious and trying to comfort himself , Yan Sui caressed her heart indiscriminately, and rarely smiled without teasing her lips.

"Since my junior brother has so much confidence in me, I have to work hard."

It seems that no matter how the world changes, this guy will always believe in himself and have full confidence in himself, just like a loyal puppy who always believes that his master is omnipotent.

The two of them didn't speak any more, and the Siguo cliff top became quiet again in the wind and snow, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, it was rare to relax and feel at ease in the silence.

Wan Yunge just watched Yan Sui weaving the grass all afternoon, and when it was getting late, the withered grass beside the giant rock was almost picked up by Yan Sui, so Wan Yunge took a bunch of straw woven rabbits and frogs, Bigu Dan went down the mountain.

"Come and play often, little brother!"

Yan Sui stood by the huge rock and waved towards the back of the person descending the mountain, watching him disappear into the wind and snow.

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