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

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what was going on.

Why is the immortal who came out of the Qingling Pagoda called the head of the Shangqing sect, Shizun?

In their impression, the head of the Shangqing sect didn't seem to have accepted disciples?

Ji Wuchen looked in Xia Lang's direction under everyone's surprised eyes, and nodded slightly: "En."

This grace, like boiling water into a frying pan, caused great waves.

When did Ji Wuchen accept disciples?

And why is it an immortal who came out of the Qingling Pagoda?

Xia Lang was above Ji Wuchen, and he could look down at Ji Wuchen from top to bottom by lowering his head.

Ji Wuchen could feel Xia Lang's gaze, but his gaze was still as calm as water, as if he didn't notice anything, and he didn't seem to care.

"This kind of person," Xia Lang said secretly in his heart, "it's difficult to deal with."

Fickle and cold.

The master and apprentice looked at each other from a distance, but no one spoke.

At this time, another voice suddenly came from behind Sharon.

"Junior Brother Xia," the man's clear voice immediately attracted everyone's attention: "Do you still remember me? I'm your Senior Brother Meng."

The person who spoke was Meng Yu, who was actually a disciple of the elders in the sect, but Ji Wuchen was entrusted by the elders to adopt him under the sect for a period of time, so Meng Yu's reputation also increased accordingly. People respectfully call him "Senior brother in charge."

When Xia Lang was not around, he always called Ji Wuchen Shizun, and Ji Wuchen never cared much about these titles, but now that Xia Lang, the legitimate head disciple, comes out, his "Senior Brother" also does it. A little less worthy of the name.

"Junior brother? How do I remember that my master only accepted me as an apprentice?" Hearing what Meng Yu said, Xia Lang asked strangely: "I have been in seclusion for thousands of years. Could it be that the master has accepted other apprentices in these thousands of years? But even if you accept it, you should call me Senior Brother, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Yu's face changed from being so pretty.

"Xiao Lang...you don't remember me? I'm Meng Yu!"

Xia Lang didn't answer his words, but turned to look in Ji Wuchen's direction: "Master, when did you accept me as a senior brother, why didn't I know?"

This is like a child in the world asking when his father gave birth to a brother, which makes people laugh.

A few disciples with poor self-control had accidentally laughed out loud.

"No." Ji Wuchen replied.

Some disciples have already whispered who is Xia Lang, but very few people know.

1000 years have passed, things related to Sharan have become a taboo of the Puritanism, everyone is tight-lipped, and the new generation of young disciples know nothing about it.

But for the disciples of the older generation, even just mentioning the name Xia Lang, they could smell a faint smell of blood.

Legend has it that when Xia Lang was only a weak crown, he once climbed to the top of the martial arts competition in the cultivation world, entered the Qingling Pond, and came out of the place where all the immortals died with his golden core cultivation base, and destroyed this place. mystery.

Legend has it that he brutally killed King Dongling's most beloved youngest son after the match -- he was also the first royal family to have immortal roots in the thousand years of the Tangling royal family. When the seventh prince was found, his head was in a different place.

Legend has it that he released Manyou, the demon god who had been imprisoned by the Qing sect for thousands of years, causing the current situation where people are dying...

It is unbelievable that these deeds were actually done by the closed disciples of the number one sect of the Righteous Way.

"That's good," Xia Lang smiled, and quickly changed the subject: "Oh, Master, after a thousand years, don't you know that my cave is still there?"

Ji Wuchen frowned slightly: "Your status is different now, and the church will arrange a new cave for you."

"I don't," the white-clothed fairy seemed to have changed completely suddenly, from a high-ranking banished fairy to an ordinary disciple in the world: "It's a farewell in a thousand years, and I miss my master so much, I want to live with him. "

Ji Wuchen frowned even more.

Because of the catastrophe thousands of years ago, the entire Shangqing Peak has completely changed now. Xia Lang's cave has long since disappeared, and now Shangqing Peak only has his Wuchen Hall.

And no one else has stepped into his cave for many years, and now he suddenly wants to let a person live in, even if it is his former disciple, he is very awkward.

Ji Wuchen wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Xia Lang first, he tilted his head, and said with a smile: "After all, the whole Puritanism now... I only know Shizun, if Shizun doesn't want me , this huge Puritanism may not have a place for me."

What Xia Lang said seemed pitiful, but Ji Wuchen could hear a bit of threat from it.

Sharan's underlying meaning is that if he doesn't let him live in Shangqing Peak, he will leave Shangqingjiao.

But now that the Demon Sect soldiers are approaching the city, if Xia Lang leaves, they have almost no chance of winning. How could they let Xia Lang go like this?

A trace of helplessness flashed in Ji Wuchen's eyes.

But to stop... can't be stopped.

He was seriously injured by the Demon Cult thousands of years ago and was imprisoned, preventing him from leaving the Shangqing Mountains for 1000 years. Once he stepped out of the Shangqing Mountains, the entire Shangqing Cult would fall apart.

Such consequences... made him dare not try.

He could only stand in the mountains and watch the Demon Cult's attack approaching the Shangqing Sect step by step.

Now there is only less than one month before the Millennium Covenant, but the Devil's Cult is already approaching the city, and relying on his own strength is not enough.

"Okay." He said, "You follow me."

"Master!" Meng Yu was shocked.

"Meng Yu, you don't need to take care of this matter, you can deal with the battlefield affairs." Ji Wuchen said, turned and left.

Hearing this, Xia Lang floated down from the air, followed behind Ji Wuchen, and even made a face at Meng Yu.

Meng Yu stood on the spot and watched the master and apprentice leaving, and silently clenched his fists.

After a while, he turned to face the group of disciples, and it was the face of the kind senior brother again.

"Please don't talk about what happened today, it's a way to save Meng." Meng Yu clasped his fists.

"Okay, okay," they still wanted to give Meng Yu face, and a disciple replied, "Brother, who is this immortal who came out of the Qingling Pagoda? Is it really the disciple of the head? Why? Will it come out of the Qingling Pagoda again?"

"That's a long story," Meng Yu said with a smile. He is well-known in the teaching for his good temper. Even when facing disciples who are much lower than him, his tone is still kind: "But today There are many matters, we will talk about it another day.”

The disciples were also very knowledgeable, so they didn't ask any more questions, and went down to clean the battlefield one after another.

Meng Yu stood on a high place with a smile and directed the actions of the crowd, but his eyes were looking in the direction of Shangqing Peak, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The Dying Man...has something to know.

This person may really be a monster, and he can escape from such a place.

But this time he was not so lucky, he must let him... die a clean death.

Xia Lang followed Ji Wuchen all the way back to Shangqing Peak.

"Master, I haven't seen you for so many years, how are you doing?"

"Fortunately."

"Master, everything here has changed. Is it because of the previous war that it was rebuilt?"

"Yes."

"Master, in the days when I'm not around, do you cook for yourself or let the fairy boy below do it for you?"

"Bigu."

No matter what Xia Lang said, Ji Wuchen's answer was only a few simple words.

But Xia Lang still didn't give up, and continued to chatter with Ji Wuchen about trivial matters over the years.

In the end Ji Wuchen became a little irritable, interrupted him and said: "It's getting late today, you should rest first, I've already tidied up the side hall, you can sleep there first."

Xia Lang was stunned: "But Master... We used to be..."

In his memory, although the Shangqing Palace claims to have his cave, he actually slept in the same palace room with Ji Wuchen before, and he slept at Ji Wuchen's feet. Even before Sha Lang was 16 years old, they Falling asleep together.

"Your status is different from that time," Ji Wuchen said, "In two days your mountain peak will be repaired, so you can open a mansion alone."

"What if I say no?" Xia Lang suddenly restrained his smiling expression: "If Master, I must be with you?"

"You--" Ji Wuchen frowned, in his impression, Xia Lang had always obeyed his orders.

"Half a month, I only have half a month." Sharon's thin lips showed a haughty shallow arc: "After half a month, I will let you dispose of it, but for this half month, you have to listen to me." .”

Ji Wuchen was shocked all over, suddenly raised his eyes and looked fiercely at the disciple in front of him, as if he had known him for the first time.

"Okay? Master?"

Ji Wuchen had no choice but to agree.

So Xia Lang successfully tidied up his bedding, and happily carried it to Ji Wuchen's bedroom.

When their cultivation has reached their level, there is actually no difference between sleeping and not sleeping. It's just that the Puritanism pays attention to follow the trend, so when Ji Wuchen is not in seclusion, he still acts according to the normal routine of ordinary people.

Ji Wuchen stood at a corner of the bedroom, watching Xia Lang go back and forth between the bedroom and the side hall again and again, bringing all the pillows and quilts, and laying them down carefully.

Couldn't these simple tasks be done with just a little magic trick?

Why did Sharon do it by himself?

But I have to admit that these movements reminded him of the little carrot head that he occasionally picked up back then, not as high as his waist, but always wanted to do something for him.

"Master, do you eat fruit? This is a wild fruit I picked on the mountain!"

The little child did not know where he got muddy all over his body, his face was dirty, but his hands were extremely clean, holding freshly washed red fruits on his hands, and his big eyes looked at him expectantly. he.

Looking at the dirty child and the fruit in his hand, he was moved but had to sigh.

"Alang, this fruit is a golden jade fruit. Its skin is as hard as golden jade. It cannot be eaten."

"Ah..." The little child's eyes were full of disappointment, and he couldn't bear to see it.

"...Elder Ji, where the flat peaches seem to be ripening soon, are you going to pick two for my teacher?"

The eyes of the child who was full of depression just now lit up instantly: "Okay! Master, wait for me, I will go back--"

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared.

In the evening, the table in his dormitory was already placed with watery flat peaches, the pink was rosy, and it looked like it had been carefully selected.

He picked up a peach and tasted it casually, which seemed to live up to his disciple's good intentions.

He has practiced immortality for many years, and he has long been bigu, and has never had any special pursuit of these appetites.

But since then, there will be two or three fresh flat peaches on his desk every day.

He thought it was just Xia Lang who kept it fresh by using spells, but one day, Elder Ji came to him with a sad face.

"Master, no matter how much you like to eat my peaches, you can't eat them this way," Elder Ji said with white beard and hair, and when he was frowning, his two eyebrows almost formed a straight line: "It's not easy to grow my peaches. There are only a few trees that survive, and only one season of maturity in a year, and more than half of them are picked by your disciples, and you pick the best ones every day, although it is not a rare thing, but at least you should save some for our sect.”

Only then did Ji Wuchen know that what Xia Lang picked for him every day was a new flat peach.

He said to Xia Lang: "Using the Zhuyan technique can keep the flat peach in its original state for ten years. This technique should have been taught to you by your teacher."

"But I want Master to eat the freshest peaches every day~" Xia Lang held a peach and handed it to him: "Look! Master! This is the biggest and reddest peach in the whole Peach Garden!"

Ji Wuchen looked at Xia Lang who was busy tidying up the bedding in front of him, and recalled the past.

This kid... always likes to do unnecessary but troublesome things.

But his nature is good.

But why did he become like the latter?

[Ding, the current task completion progress is: 5%]

Xia Ran, who was tidying up the bedding, had a slight arc on the corner of his mouth.