This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

In the early morning of the next day, the young man in red walked down the mountain with light steps, walking down the small path he had found out a few days ago.

Of course, it is impossible for him to walk with a sword like those immortal cultivators. Before he recovers the relevant memories of magic spells in the demon world, most of them can only walk around the world with one pair of legs.

And his weapon, the magic whip, is also missing, but when he regains his memory, the magic whip will come when he is called, so there is no need to worry about it.

The lake at the foot of the mountain is surrounded by mountains, and the trail all the way down the mountain is covered with various flowers and weeds, and dry green and black moss is attached to the stone slabs.

The path to the back of the mountain is quiet and deserted, Feng Wujing observed it at the peak a few days ago, this is an excellent escape route.Although the whole mountain was under Gu Langqing's nose, among all the bad choices, this is indeed the safest path.

The dingy little dog followed behind Feng Wujing, with a look of reluctance on his face, but facing his master's indifferent and cold eyes, it could only whimper pitifully.

One person and one dog walked along this steep path, and greeted the sunrise with the light fish-belly white at dawn.

The morning sun is rising in the sky, and the warm yellow color passes through the dense fog, half of it sprinkles on the hills covered by green forests, and half of it converges on the sparkling blue lake, covering the emerald-like lake with a golden color. coat.

Feng Wujing tightly held a small silver bell in his palm.

A bright red silk thread was tied at the end of the silver bell, and it made a dumb sound in Feng Wujing's sticky palm.

The filth left on the ground by the monsters fleeing in distress yesterday has been cleaned up, and the back mountain is now full of vitality, clean as new, and there is no trace of what kind of fierce battle took place here yesterday.

Feng Wujing stepped on the fallen leaves, and the cool breeze blew some indescribable emotions in his heart.On the narrow mountain road, the boy in red stopped in his tracks for a moment.

"Jingle Bell……"

The silver bell rang suddenly.

Feng Wujing suddenly felt a burst of clarity in his heart.

A layer of white mist appeared in front of my eyes, blurring my vision, and the mist happened to fall on the edge of the window lattice of the low house, very low.The place covered with mist in the sky is thick milky white, the trees only reveal the lower half of their vigorous trunks, and the hut only reveals the lower half of the clean white wall, and the man in white standing in the distance——

Only the chest down, the spotless white robe was exposed.

At that time, Feng Wujing was still a teenager, wearing a white robe with curly cloud patterns, practicing sword alone in a forest surrounded by shadowy trees.

From the dawn of the fog to the west mountain.

From the spring mountain like a smile to the goose feather flying snow.

It's like wanting to practice until the end of time.

The juvenile sword intent has also become more and more proficient through diligent practice day after day.

It was a foggy day.

A fairy in white clothes came slowly from the distant sky. His upper body was covered in thick mist, and the edge of his robe was shimmering against the fine light like golden sand. He shuffled and couldn't see his face.

Finally, the man in white walked up to the young man, and the young man stared blankly at the immortal in front of him.

I saw him slowly leaning down, and finally let people get a glimpse of his true face.After breaking through the layers of fog, the face of the man in white slowly sank, falling straight into Feng Wujing's heart.

This face was more refined and gentle than anyone Feng Wujing had seen before - he bent his eyes towards Feng Wujing and smiled lightly.

Seeing such a situation for the first time, the boy was stunned and didn't know how to react.

Suddenly, the top of the boy's head felt warm, and it was the man who reached out and rubbed his head, and saw that pair of eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea were staring at him, and a gentle voice flowed in his ears.

"Child, I see that you are very talented in sword practice, and you are more tenacious than ordinary people. I wonder if you would like to join me as a disciple? I can teach you more powerful swordsmanship."

The little Feng Wujing opened his big eyes, his expression was full of disbelief.In the end, he finally came to a sudden realization, looked at the man in white who looked like a fairy in front of him, and nodded emphatically.

The white-clothed cactus touched Feng Wujing's soft cheek with its palm, and smiled softly. With the other hand, he cast a spell, and a faint white light shone between his fingers.

——A small and exquisite silver bell.

Feng Wujing carefully took the bell that the man handed over, stared at his eyes seriously, and listened to what he said.

"From now on, you will call me Shizun. This little bell is a meeting gift from Shizun. Keep it safe and don't lose it."

Hearing these words, Feng Wujing gripped the bell in his palm even more tightly, his eyes full of determination.

Without saying a word, he nodded heavily.

The white mist dissipated, and the figure of the man in white turned into a starlight spot and was blown away by the breeze.

The breeze blows stronger and stronger, and the woods that have lost the cover of white mist are green. The wind blows on the face, which is refreshing and refreshing.

The red-clothed Demon Lord was embraced by the strong wind, and the red robe suddenly stretched in the wind——

Feng Wujing suddenly came back to his senses.

Breaking away from the sudden memory, Feng Wujing forcibly overcame the unreality of his body.He narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head subconsciously, and looked at the sweaty silver bell in his palm.

The bell is exquisite in workmanship, with exquisite patterns engraved on the surface, and it can emit a crisp and pleasant ringing sound when it is gently shaken in the wind.

When he took the bell from Gu Langqing, it was only because of an unknown premonition that this bell was very important to him.

But now... this inexplicable memory came back to life, and Feng Wujing suddenly became puzzled.

This recent life under house arrest, which is as plain as water, is far from the majestic and dark life of the red-clothed demon in his last memory-instead, it is quite similar to this memory of a young man practicing swords.

And in memory, the clothes worn by the young man practicing sword are obviously the clothes of a certain sect of immortal cultivation.

Why is he associated with the Xianxiu sect?

As for the face of the fairy in white...

Feng Wujing couldn't help thinking of Gu Langqing.

The same title of "Master" made Feng Wujing feel restless.

Feng Wujing lowered his head and stared at the silver bell in his hand for a while, but to no avail, he tucked the bell back into his large sleeves and walked down the mountain.

Fu Li sensed his master's emotions, and took the initiative to go up and rub his ankle. Unexpectedly, the master didn't kick it away this time!

The silly dog ​​was amazed for a while, and happily followed Feng Wujing, along the winding path, facing the warm sun, and went down the mountain together.

Feng Wujing walked very slowly this time, from the first sunrise to the midday sun, accompanied by the breeze and fallen leaves, he finally walked down the mountain.

"Finally here..."

Before he finished speaking, when Feng Wujing raised his head, he suddenly saw his own reflection in a pair of amber pupils!

His dark pupils shrank suddenly, and he silently looked at Gu Langqing who seemed to be waiting here for a long time, but suddenly felt a little guilty.

Feng Wujing hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, and took the initiative to meet Gu Langqing who was standing upright.The bodies of the two were immediately pressed against each other through the clothes. He lifted his neck and breathed out hot air on the other's neck, and said jokingly: "Master, I have been waiting for a long time."

Gu Langqing's neck exposed to the air seemed to be suddenly licked by the tongue of fire, forcing him to take a step back subconsciously: "Where are you going?"

Feng Wujing took another step closer: "You want to block me?"

Gu Langqing frowned: "You are my apprentice."

Feng Wujing thought about the possibility of breaking out in his mind.

Suddenly the wind blew up, and the fallen leaves rustled against the ground. Feng Wujing's gaze involuntarily shifted to Gu Langqing's long hair tied up high - the silver-white rubber band was securely tied on top of his hair. Not messy.

As soon as his ankle became hot, Feng Wujing looked down, and saw that unknowing earth dog was rubbing against him again at this inopportune time.

Feng Wujing's eyes rolled, and he looked up at the man's exquisite jawline with a smile: "Well, you are my master."

Gu Langqing asked repeatedly: "Where are you going?"

Gu Langqing didn't tie his collar today.

Feng Wujing moved his gaze to his protruding Adam's apple amusedly, and asked again: "You want to block me?"

Gu Langqing: "..."

Seeing the person's appearance, Feng Wujing still laughed and took the initiative to take two steps back: "Master, I'm bored, just walk around."

After saying this, Gu Langqing cast his eyes on his face and stared at him carefully for a long time, so long that Feng Wujing thought that he was not going to speak anymore, and began to think about how to slip away.

Gu Langqing's cold and cold voice suddenly sounded: "There is an evil spirit in a family at the foot of the mountain, please ask my disciples to help him get rid of the evil spirit."

Feng Wujing: "?"

Gu Langqing said: "Master, I see that you are idle on this mountain all day long. Set off tomorrow, follow me to catch the demon."

Feng Wujing: "??"

Catch a demon?

The two worlds of monsters and demons have always been on good terms. As the supreme being of the demon world, can he do such a thing of persecuting his colleagues?

Gu Langqing walked past him, leaving behind a cold breath, and said: "You pack your luggage today. It takes time to climb the mountain. I'll take you up the mountain."

As soon as Gu Langqing finished speaking, Feng Wujing saw a bright white light before his eyes.After being dizzy, when he opened his eyes again, he appeared in his bedroom, and Fu Li also lay down on the ground as if he had lost all strength, "Zaichi Zangchi" stuck out his tongue and breathed out.

Feng Wujing: "..."

When he recovers his mana, let's see if Gu Langqing dares to be so arrogant.

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In the jungle that covers the sky and the sun, there are giant trees with strange roots everywhere, strange flowers and fruits on the incredible old stems, the air is sticky and humid like being soaked in a steamer, and the vines are coiled and intertwined above the head , covered all the people below under the dark green net, and the sunlight could not reach it.

In the distance, two figures, one red and one white, walked towards a huge banana tree. The banana leaves were thick in color and green as if they could drip black ink at any time.

Under the banana tree, stood a huge mansion, on which were written two big characters—Zhou Mansion.

"Oh, my two immortals, you guys are here. What happened in my village is really worrying. I can't eat well, and I can't sleep." The middle-aged man saw the two from a distance, immediately trotted out to greet them, and led the two to Zhou Mansion.

"As long as the two of you can help me get rid of this monster, you will be my saviors in Zhouge Village! Come, come, come, please, Xianjun."

The man had a thick goatee beard, presumably this was the official Zhou who delivered the letter to Wangyou Peak.

The climate here is hot and humid, and the temperature on Wangyou Peak is completely different. Feng Wujing sat on the seat in the welcome hall very uncomfortable, and listened to the story bored.

Zhou Gezhuang was originally born in the prosperous south of the Yangtze River. Later, due to the war, the whole village moved to the rainforest to seek refuge.

When they migrated a hundred years ago, there were only a few villagers. After moving to the rainforest, they escaped the chaos of war, and everyone reclaimed wasteland and farmed land. Although life was a bit bitter, they were safe and happy.

But after a while, people finally realized a problem. Everyone in the village was relatives and acquaintances, and they were more or less related.Most of the young men and women are cousins ​​who have played with each other since they were young. If they could talk about love, they would have talked about it long ago.In this paradise, I don't know people from outside at all, this...

This is a sign of cutting off children and grandchildren!

However, compared to the turmoil outside, everyone decided to cherish the present peaceful days after thinking about it, regardless of whether there is love or not... Lonely men and widows live in the same room, no matter how dry wood can be ignited, the big deal is to match up the next generation in the future.

So a few crying babies were born in this world.

As they grew up, they accepted the ideology instilled in them by their fathers and villagers every day, and they fell in love with brothers and sisters of the same age in the village, and gave birth to children again...

Zhougezhuang was born in this way.

It has been peaceful for a hundred years, the expansion and development of the village has been very successful, and the number of villagers has increased dramatically. Finally, everyone no longer has to worry about not being able to find the girl or boy they love.

"Very good." Feng Wujing turned his head and looked at Daguan Zhou, "Then where did the monster you speak of come from?"

Daguan Zhou's palms suddenly fell on his knees, his face full of pain: "Hey, how good is it! My ancestor was originally the most prestigious person in the village, and he was the one who first proposed the matter of matching boys and girls back then, and everyone listened to him. If so, hundreds of years have passed...but, but..."

Gu Langqing looked sideways and raised his head: "But this is not a long-term solution. Later, you discovered that more and more babies died due to illness."

Zhou Daguan hurriedly clapped his hands: "Yes, yes! That's it. That day I found a book in the ancestral bookcase, which said that if cousins ​​and cousins ​​get married, the younger generation will easily get sick and die... Father, grandfather Everyone must know, but why didn't they tell everyone the news!"

"Because it's useless to tell," Gu Langqing said in a low voice, "You can't find someone from outside the village to marry you. Telling everyone abruptly will only increase panic."

"But when I left the village that day, the war outside had already subsided, and we didn't have to trap ourselves in this small and hot forest anymore!"

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes slightly: "You went out?"

The senior official of Zhou said: "Exactly, exactly."

Gu Langqing asked: "What did you do when you went out?"

Zhou Daguan said humanely: "I went out... used the treasures saved at home, exchanged a few young slaves in the market, and asked them to have bridal chambers with the boys and girls in the village."

The author says:

Feng Wujing: The barrier is broken!run!

Gu Langqing: Then you and I will go down the mountain to slay demons and slay demons (see through or not.jpg);

Gu Langqing OS: Heh, man, it's up to you?Don't even think about escaping from my Wuzhi Mountain (with a wicked smile);

This chapter is also known as: "Rejection of Inbreeding Marriage, Start with Me"