Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Yu's face changed slightly, but his smile returned immediately.

He turned his head and saw Xia Lang leaning against the tree trunk with his arms folded and said, "Senior Brother Xia, long time no see."

"It's okay, okay," Sharon said, "I don't really want to see you either."

When Ji Wuchen officially announced that he would accept Xia Lang as his closed disciple, it caused a sensation.

Ji Wuchen is usually especially unkind. He has never accepted a single apprentice in the hundred years he has been the head of the Shangqing Sect. Meng Yu, the leading elder brother among them, should have been favored by everyone, but unexpectedly, Xia Lang, who was picked up by Ji Wuchen, took advantage of him.

Meng Yu's popularity has always been very good, and many people complained about him, but Meng Yu himself took it very seriously: "Maybe I have no fate with Master Ji, hahaha, everyone, don't blame the little brother, he doesn't know anything."

After such words came out, the First Elder's impression of Meng Yu was a little bit better. The First Elder cherished his talents, so to speak, his mouth was worn out, and finally when Ji Wuchen promised him to formally teach Xia Lang, Meng Yu could attend.

"Wu Chen," the Great Elder waved back: "This is Meng Yu, take him and teach them swordsmanship together."

Ji Wuchen frowned slightly, he didn't welcome the student forced by the elder, even though the elder once said how good he was.

But this is something he promised a long time ago, and it is understandable to say it now.

Standing a few steps behind the Great Elder, Meng Yu saw the Great Elder waving, and quickly walked up respectfully: "Meng Yu, the chief disciple of the outer sect, has met the master."

Ji Wuchen nodded to show that he knew: "From now on, you can practice swords with Xia Lang."

Meng Yu was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!"

The great elder nodded in satisfaction. Although Meng Yu is not as talented as Xia Lang, he is definitely the No. 1 outer disciple. Before appearing, everyone thought that Meng Yu would be the direct disciple of the head of the sect, but he didn't show much resentment when he was taken away by Xia Lang Hengdao. Instead, he was grateful for the opportunity to be taught by the head of the sect himself Zero tears.

However, there is a huge difference between the identity of the master who taught himself and the master's direct disciple.

After the Great Elder left, Meng Yu was left behind. He is not young anymore, he already looks in his twenties. Facing Xia Lang, who is only 12 years old, he can be said to be the relationship between a child and an adult.

But Meng Yu still called out in a polite manner: "Senior brother in charge."

Xia Lang stood where he was, smiled and said to him, "Junior Brother Meng, how are you?"

Meng Yu's expression froze slightly. Although he honored Xia Lang as a senior brother, generally speaking, his disciples would be humble and finally be called peers. After all, Meng Yu's actual age was more than 30 years older than Xia Lang, and he was also a foreigner. The chief disciple of the sect, although Xia Lang's status is twice as high, there is no problem in being commensurate with his peers.

It's just that Xia Lang accepted it so loudly, which made Meng Yu a little embarrassed.

Ji Wuchen was at the side, completely unaware of the delicate atmosphere here.

"Today I will teach you the seventh form of the Shangqing swordsmanship," Ji Wuchen pulled out his sword, and said, "This form is already a relatively advanced move in the Shangqing swordsmanship. Don't take it lightly. Watch it .”

Xia Lang smiled and said, "Okay! I will definitely not miss Master's valiant and heroic demeanor!"

Ji Wuchen glared at Xia Lang: "Don't mess around." But he didn't mean to continue to blame.

Watching the master and apprentice exchanging happily, although Meng Yu stood beside him, he couldn't get involved at all.

Although Ji Wuchen didn't deliberately indifference Meng Yu, and Meng Yu would answer the questions he asked, but compared to Xia Lang, the attitude of the two of them is heaven and earth.

However, it has to be said that Meng Yu is a person who can bend and stretch. Even so, he is still modest and cautious to Ji Wuchen, asking questions honestly.And facing Xia Lang, he has always been courteous and thoughtful calling the master master.

Over time, this instead forms a delicate balance.

It's just that only they know what the relationship between the two is.

Xia Lang leaned against the tree and yawned lazily: "Brother Meng, you came to Shangqing Hall, why don't you come to the main hall to talk to me about the past, instead come to find a young disciple who is not popular?"

Meng Yu's expression froze, and he forced a smile and said, "I actually came to see you, brother, but I thought you lived in this side hall, but I didn't expect to bother this little brother."

There was something in these words, which meant that Xia Lang did not comply with the rules and lived in the main hall, which made Meng Yu find the wrong person.

Wang Kang felt that something was wrong. Just now, what Meng Yu said was to come to him?

But before he opened his mouth, he heard Xia Lang say, "Why do you want me? I don't think there is anything to talk about between the two of us."

The smile on Meng Yu's face was almost unstoppable, but he came prepared and took out a box from behind: "This is the sword that the head asked me to bring to you."

Xia Lang took it, opened it, and found that it was Wuchen Sword. His eyes moved slightly, but he closed the box as if nothing had happened.

"Master, you still like me." Xia Lang smiled: "Even gave me his natal sword."

A trace of disdain flashed in Meng Yu's eyes, but he said respectfully on his face: "The master said that only this sword can stab the demon god."

The meaning of the words is that Ji Wuchen didn't prepare the sword specially for him at all, just because this sword can kill the demon god, and Xia Lang is currently the only one who can match the demon god.

"Oh." Xia Ran nodded: "That's it, now that the sword has been brought, then you can go."

"Senior brother," Meng Yu couldn't bear Xia Lang's way of not caring about anything the most, and his teeth were gritted, but he pretended to be sincere: "Listen to my advice, turn back sooner." , don’t do anything wrong again.”

Xia Lang seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "Huh? Tell me, what did I do wrong?"

A trace of resentment flashed in Meng Yu's eyes: "Your things, now the Shangqing faction has passed away..."

"I think," said Sharan, "you're the one who said it."

Meng Yu's body froze: "Why would senior brother think so?"

"I was punished at the beginning, except for the master and some elders, almost no one knew about it," Xia Lang said: "Others only knew that the Qingling Pond collapsed, and then the demon god ran out. Why suddenly, everyone knew it was Did I release the Demon God?"

"Except for you, senior brother [generation]," Xia Lang deliberately emphasized the code word: "I really can't think of another person."

"Why don't you talk about it, Junior Brother," Xia Lang asked Meng Yu: "Which elder is talking too much, and everyone knows about it every day?"

Meng Yu couldn't hold back his smile at last: "You brat!"

"Oh," Xia Lang still had that casual look, not paying attention to Meng Yu at all: "Are you finally telling the truth?"

Meng Yu could no longer hold back the mask of a fake good man on his face: "You orphan with nothing, why did you climb on top of me!"

He was born in a wealthy family, and he left his hometown to come to the Shangqing sect since he was a child. He walks every step of the way and greets people with a smile, just for the position of head!Seeing that he was about to succeed, he was cut off by an orphan who didn't know who his parents were!

"I became angry from embarrassment," Xia Lang concluded, "You put the nails in my shoes at the apprenticeship ceremony, didn't you?"

"So what?" Meng Yu didn't want to pretend at all, anyway, there was no one else here, and Wang Kang was negligible in his eyes. An outer disciple, what trouble could he find: "Why are you worthy of me?" Senior brother? This position should have been mine!"

"Why?" Xia Lang said, "Because I am better than you."

"I am the root of the sky, and you are only the root of the earth," Xia Lang said, "What's the use of being popular? Isn't this world of comprehension finally won by strength? For example——"

He stretched out his hand and picked up a leaf casually: "I want your dog's life, it's easy!"

The three leaves were sent out together, the first and the second collided with the hidden weapon that was shot over at some time, both smashed into pieces, and the third one went straight into Meng Yu's throat!

When Meng Yu was talking to him just now, he secretly planted a hidden weapon, trying to put him to death!

Xia Lang couldn't bear his temper even if he was a fairy: "Aside from playing these dirty tricks, what else would you do?"

Meng Yu watched the leaf getting closer and closer in horror, but he... had nowhere to hide.

Could it be... is he going to die here?

Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound, the leaves deviated from the direction, and a long bloodstain brushed across his neck, and blood began to ooze from his neck immediately.

But at any rate, his life was saved.

Meng Yu's feet softened, and he knelt directly, calling out to those who stood in front of him with a trembling voice.

"Pass... the door..."

Ji Wuchen blocked Xia Lang's fatal blow for him, but he ignored him, instead he said to Xia Ran: "What are you doing? Xia Lang?"

"He wants to kill me," Sharon said aggrievedly, "I'm just fighting back."

"How could he kill you?" Ji Wuchen didn't believe it at all. With Xia Lang's skill, Meng Yu couldn't even match his little finger: "Don't lie."

No frontal attack, but sneak attack is fine.

The hidden weapon that Meng Yu threw out just now was soaked with poison, and he could tell at a glance that blood was sealing his throat. No matter how powerful Xia Lang was, he was still a mortal, and if he got a little bit of this poison, he could only die.

It's just that the hidden weapon has disappeared now, Xia Lang said that there is no evidence, so he can only find another reason.

"Master, do you still remember the nails in the apprenticeship ceremony?" Xia Lang said, "That's what he put."