The little apprentice is well-behaved and pure [Transmigration Book]

In the cool breeze in the mountains at night, insects chirp one after another, and nightingales sing from time to time.

Lin Jichen was lazily leaning against the eaves with a piece of dogtail in his mouth, with a bright silver moon on his head.

In the middle of the night, the night was dark, Lu Hao fell asleep, snoring one after another, and in another room adjacent to it, Mo Yinzhui sat on the bed and meditated, with a thin and straight body.

The boy's eyes were closed, his thin lips were pursed, beads of sweat appeared on his white forehead, and his cheeks were flushed, as if something was wrong.

Xiao Jinshu looked at the tiles for a while, and said quietly: "Hey, why do you have to practice so hard for a natural furnace? Anyway, it will be easier for others in the future."

No one paid attention to it, and after talking to itself for a while, it finally became suspicious: "Boss, why do we come here in the middle of the night to watch Xiao Shou practice?"

Just when he was wondering, he heard a "wow" sound from the room, and he lowered his head to take a closer look. The boy who was meditating well on the bed just now spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell on the bed.

The young man only wore a snow-white singlet, his thick hair was scattered on the blue silk quilt, dark red patterns appeared on half of his cheeks, and his lips were stained red with blood, like little red plums, which was extraordinarily enchanting.

The so-called meditation is to feel the spiritual power in the environment around oneself, and then turn this spiritual energy into one's own use.

Mo Yinzui practiced for a few days, and he could already feel the spiritual power contained in the heaven and earth, but every time he carefully dragged that trace of spiritual power to swim in his body, when the spiritual power reached a certain place in his lower abdomen, he stopped moving forward.

In the past few days, he tried to use his spiritual power to break through the invisible barrier, but unfortunately he tried many times, but all of them ended in failure.

This time, Mo Yinzui had accumulated spiritual power for a long time, intending to forcibly charge. When the spiritual power finally broke through the barrier, the blood boiled all over his body, and his internal organs seemed to be burned by a fire. The pain was so severe that he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood out.

A scent suddenly filled the air, Lu Hao fell into a drowsy sleep, and murmured something in his sleep: "What kind of smell, it smells so good, it smells so good."

The scent came from the mouthful of blood that Mo Yinzhui spit out.

It is rumored that if a member of the Lingyin clan is emotional after they become adults, a sweet and greasy fragrance will be emitted from their bodies, which will arouse people's most primitive desires, and even advanced monks cannot resist it.

This strange fragrance on Mo Yinzhui's body is described no less than once in the book.Different from the extremely sweet, soft and overripe smell described in the book, the smell that Lin Jichen smells now feels very fresh, like the scent of unripe fruits on the tree after the rain, faint, green and astringent There is a faint fruity taste in the taste, which smells good.

It's just that this smell should not be smelled too much, even he will get it if he smells it too much.

Lin Jichen stood in front of the bed, held his breath, and burned the blood away.

Looking at Xiao Shou Shou who was unconscious on the bed, the little golden book flew up and down anxiously: "Boss, is Shou Shou alright?"

"No problem."

Lin Jichen raised his little apprentice's slender wrist, thought for a moment, handwritten a rune in the air, and shot it into Mo Yinzhui's body.

Soon, the strange patterns on Mo Yinzhui's face disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a golden book flying up and down, like a fluttering pigeon. On the cover of the book, there was a pair of human facial features.

Eyes met, Xiao Jinshu blinked: "Ah, he saw me."

It was the first time Mo Yinzhui saw such a strange thing. There was a human face on the book. Although he was a little confused, he still nodded: "I did see it."

On how the protagonist of Huangwen felt when he saw the book written by himself as the protagonist, although Mo Yinzhui didn't know the content of the book, but the little golden book felt a little guilty for no reason.

The air was silent for two seconds, Lin Jichen took the little golden book back to the sea of ​​consciousness, "Yin Zhui, try mobilizing your spiritual power."

Mo Yinzui tried to mobilize his spiritual power, and he was surprised to find that the spiritual power that had been blocked before had circulated in his body unimpeded for a small week.

The young man's pale face was slightly raised, and the light flickered under the long black eyelashes.

"Master, I have practiced Qi!"

Looking at the surprise and joy in those beautiful eyes, Lin Jichen didn't know whether to praise or comfort.

He sighed in his heart, touched the boy's head, and smiled lightly: "Well, very good."

The boy was like a kitten, whose fur was plucked for the first time, his eyes widened slightly, his thin white neck froze for a while, he didn't know whether to avoid it or not.

The little golden book whispered, "Shou Shou blushed again."

"Cough." Lin Jichen coughed dryly, and withdrew his hand, "Go to bed early, don't practice too late, and practice should not be too hasty."

...

That night, Lin Jichen went to his private wine cellar to pick up two large altars of fine wine that had been preserved for a long time, and went straight to Lianhuafeng Library Pavilion.

The gatekeeper of Zangshu Pavilion is a gray-haired old man of unknown age, dressed in coarse clothes and linen, with two white eyebrows and a beard on his face.

Usually, when a disciple goes to the library to borrow books, he always sees the old man meditating with his eyes closed, thinking that the old man has fallen asleep.

As soon as Lin Jichen stepped into the gate with his left foot, the old man opened his eyes, "Why are you here again?"

Lin Jichen grinned and said, "Mr. Zeng, the moon is very good tonight. I looked up and saw that it was as round as a pancake. How can I not have good wine for company on such a beautiful day? With good wine, how can I enjoy it alone?"

Mr. Zeng glanced over: "You kid talk a lot of nonsense, ask me for a drink and bring out the wine."

Lin Jichen obediently served up the wine and filled it up, "Old Zeng, don't let it go if you don't get drunk today."

After drinking for three rounds, two lumps of red silk appeared on Old Zeng's face, and he was so drunk that Lin Jichen put down the wine glass, took the key from his waist, and walked towards the secret room of Zangshu Pavilion.

The wine glass in Old Zeng's hand rolled down, Lin Jichen didn't look back, and said with a smile: "Old Zeng, I'll be out soon."

The library pavilion of Tianyanzong existed before Tianyanzong was founded. Tianyanzong was built on the remains of an ancient sect. With the vicissitudes of life and the changes of time, the library pavilion of that year has long been changed into another appearance. The secret room is still there. I am afraid that even the previous suzerains did not know that there is such a secret room in the Zangshu Pavilion.

And the strength of the lonely old man who has been silently guarding in the library is even more unfathomable, and almost no one knows his origin.

When he was young, Lin Jichen discovered this existence like a sweeping monk, especially when Mr. Zeng showed his extremely strange and unique swordsmanship when repelling the enemies outside the sect, it almost blinded his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes. Since then, Lin Jichen has been Often come to harass this withdrawn old man.

He figured out the old man's temper. His only hobby was drinking. After drinking, the old man would occasionally give him advice.

It's a pity that the old man doesn't want to accept him as an apprentice, otherwise Lin Jichen would like to call him master.

The secret room is extremely spacious, even larger than the three-story library outside, and the books inside are even more dazzling. Lin Jichen closed his eyes and walked past a book. After a long time, he finally stopped in front of a book with a brown cover .

He sensed that there might be the answer he wanted in this book.

In front of Lin Jichen was an ordinary book, which looked no different from the books collected outside. On the brown cover, four words "Kyushu Forbidden Art" were written profusely. The strange thing is that this book should be quite old. , but the book doesn't look old at all, the paper is as good as new.

It's also a book, the little golden book in Lin Jichen's sea of ​​knowledge. Seeing this book with a brown cover is like seeing a big villain.It trembled and said: "Boss, I smell an ominous smell from this book. It is definitely not a good book. Don't open it."

"It's okay just to look."

Lin Jichen untied the seal on the book. The book seemed to know what he was thinking. The pages of the book opened automatically, and a few dense black characters appeared on the top of the book.

After reading Xiao Jinshu, he was dumbfounded: "Although the seal on Shou Shou's body can be undone, but this forbidden technique... the price is too high."

Lin Jichen looked at those few lines, his face became serious.

...

When Lin Jichen came out of Zangshu Pavilion, it was already dawn outside.

Facing the rising sun, he yawned and stretched.

"Stinky boy, stop." Mr. Zeng called to stop him, his eyes were a bit sullen.

Lin Jichen remembered that the key was still on him.

"Ahem, Mr. Zeng, I seem to have picked up a key when I was drinking last night. Is it yours?" He bowed his head, stretched out his hands, and handed the key out.

If the other disciples of the Tianyan Sect saw that the strongest sword fairy in their minds was so respectful to the gatekeeper of the Zangshu Pavilion, they would be shocked.

The old man took the key, looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, and said only one sentence: "There is a definite number for everything, don't force it."

Lin Jichen showed his white teeth and smiled brightly, "I know, Mr. Zeng, don't worry about me."

"Who's worried about you brat?" Old Zeng raised his eyebrows angrily, "Don't hang around in front of me all the time, it's an eyesore."

"Okay! I'll bring you sweet-scented osmanthus wine next time." After Lin Jichen finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

There is a definite number for everything, and Lin Jichen's definite number is decades later, when he fails to ascend, and is struck by that powerful purple-gold thunder, there is not even a scum left.

But what is practice, practice is to change fate against the sky.

...

school.

Break time.

A group of disciples formed a circle. In the circle, the bully Feng Tianhao held a piece of paper with a word written on it. He held the piece of paper in front of Lu Hao's eyes.

"Hey, idiot, guess what this word is?"

Lu Hao had never been to school since he was a child, and could not read a single big character. He glanced at his junior brother not far away for help, but his junior brother was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The disciple next to him deliberately booed: "That's a good word."

Lu Hao had no choice but to falter and say: "Okay."

Feng Tianhao laughed loudly: "Fool, this word is obviously daddy, call it daddy quickly."

The surrounding disciples burst into laughter.

Although Feng Tianhao's qualifications are mediocre, he has a good father.

His father, Feng Yuan, is the master of Xuyang Peak, one of the seven main peaks. There are many disciples under Xuyang Peak, and he is in charge of the mining of all the spiritual mines under Tianyan Sect, the most lucrative.

These Sunrise Peak years are in full swing, and there is a vague tendency to surpass the main peak.

Feng Tianhao looked at Lu Hao with contempt on his face: "You can be accepted by Lin Jichen as an apprentice with your stupid qualifications. I think his title of sword fairy is probably just for fame."

When the old sect master passed away, Feng Yuan wanted to be the master. Lin Jichen has always protected his elder brother, so Feng Yuan was not allowed to take the position. If there is anyone in the Tianyan Sect who hates Lin Jichen the most, it must be Feng Yuan.

Xuyang Peak and Xiao Cangfeng have been at odds for a long time, but in the past, Xiao Cangfeng had few people, so it was difficult for Xuyang Peak to find happiness for Xiao Cangfeng.

Lu Hao was very embarrassed, but he was stupid and didn't know how to refute, and he was so anxious that beads of sweat rolled down his head.

Ye Rongrong, who was not far away, finally couldn't take it anymore, "Feng Tianhao, what do you mean by bullying a new student who just started!"

Feng Tianhao has his father as his backer, and he is used to domineering: "Hey, I was bullied, what's wrong? Come and hit me? Give me a fight? Are you a fool!"

"You!" Ye Rongrong got angry, she drew out her sword, "I'll fight you!"

"I don't fight with women." Feng Tianhao turned to look at Lu Hao, "Tsk, a coward who only hides behind women and lets women stand out."

The younger brothers around Feng Tianhao burst into laughter.

"If this fool fights, he's afraid he'll pee his pants in fright, right?"

"With his qualifications, if his master hadn't given him the back door, how could he have entered the inner school?"

Lu Hao's dark face was flushed with anger, and he said angrily, "No..."

"Since it's not, do you dare to go to the Martial Arts Field and fight with me?"

"If you're afraid, you don't have to go. As long as you kneel on the ground and bark like a dog every time you see me, I'll bypass you."

Lu Hao was finally irritated, rolled up his sleeves, "Just go, no one is afraid of you!"

The disciples of Tianyan Sect strictly forbid internal fighting. However, if disciples want to fight, they can go to the martial arts field to compete in the martial arts field, regardless of life or death.

In the martial arts arena, the rule against beating fellow disciples is gone.

Feng Tianhao's goal succeeded.

"What kind of skill is it to bully him?" Suddenly, a cold and youthful voice sounded.

The surroundings became quiet, Feng Tianhao looked for the sound, and looked at Mo Yinzhui's delicate and fair face, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The young man got up, raised his dark eyes slightly, and said slowly: "A fifth-level qi-training contestant competes with a disciple who has not yet practiced qi-training, and a monk competes with a powerless mortal. Even if he wins, what is it? Is it something to be proud of? Shouldn't it be ashamed?"

"It's really embarrassing." Ye Rongrong said loudly.

Feng Tianhao stared at Mo Yinzhui's face, "I haven't troubled you yet, so you should be happy secretly, get the hell out, or I'll beat you up too."

Lu Hao said: "Junior brother, don't worry, I will beat him down."

Lu Hao has confidence in himself. He often fights with the village boy king in the village, and he has never lost a few times. Anyway, he is so tall and strong, and he has strength.

Mo Yin chased Lu Hao's confident face and frowned slightly.

He blocked Feng Tianhao's way with his hand, "I'll compete with you for him."

Feng Tianhao sneered, it was the first time he saw someone who came to seek death on his own initiative, he sized up Mo Yin and gave him a look, "You are so thin, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if I slap you down."

"I've already practiced Qi." Mo Yinzhui released his spiritual power.

Shao Yuan was watching the excitement in the distance. Yesterday he saw that Mo Yinzhui had not yet reached the Qi training period, but today he had already broken through, and he couldn't help but marvel at what kind of cultivation speed this is?

Mu Qingruo's eyes were cold, she frowned slightly as she looked at Mo Yinzui.

Feng Tianhao smiled, "It's just the first level of Qi training, just getting started, let's go, let's put on the martial arts arena now, I won't show mercy, I can tear you apart in one fell swoop."

"Who said I want to compete with you now," Mo Yinzhui said slowly, "After three months, I will wait for you in the martial arts field."

Feng Tianhao rubbed his fist, "After three months?"

His fists are itching now.

"Yes," Mo Yin chased, "Why, are you afraid that you won't be able to beat me after three months?"

Mo Yinzhui raised his eyelids: "If you are afraid, you can just kneel down and bark like a dog now."

"Joke, who is afraid of you!" Feng Tianhao stared at Mo Yinzhui, "Okay, three months will be three months, after three months I want you to look good!"

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