Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

He closed his eyes, tried his best to endure the anger that was about to burst out, and the word "shameless" swirled between his lips and teeth, but he couldn't say it in the end.

"Yunxu." Feng Chang'an called, his voice was light and without any emotion.

Yun Xu loosened his arms and hummed in a nasal voice.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're tired of living?"

Feng Changan stared at the fingers holding his right hand, and a sharp jet of water the size of a finger condensed silently from the palm of his left hand.

"Yes." Yun Xu's scorching eyes followed the ears of the person in front of him all the way down to the neckline. The skin exposed at the neckline was as delicate as ceramics. "Master, don't you always say that disciples are tired of work?"

Looking up, watching the other party's gently rolling Adam's apple from the side, the other party should want to say something, but he is waiting for him to finish speaking.

"Even so, don't disciples live well?"

His sharp mandibles were grabbed by the flames that exploded in the sky instantly, and the gorgeous flames climbed from his fingertips to the brows, and then spread into his eyes, dazzling and dazzling.

"Then you can die!"

The sword eyebrows were upside down, and ice slag was quenched like a gust of wind and rain. Feng Chang'an held a sharp water jet and stabbed the back of Yun Xu's hand on his waist.

The blood burst out, and the domineering sword intent spread from the water column to the entire arm, shattering, the entire arm was cut, and blood dripped out.

"Say it one last time, let go!"

Yun Xu has always known that he is unfeeling, just like 20 years ago, he was able to abolish his cultivation with a sword, beat himself from the early stage of Jindan to the fifth level of foundation building, and even expelled himself from the sect.

Just like later, after he abolished his golden core cultivation base, he didn't even look at it. That night, he went to Yixiantian without hesitation, chose to lead by example in Wuhailin, and died at the hands of the demon king Qi Tian.

Just like in the end, no matter the cost, he tried his best to save him, but he was blamed for not keeping the agreement, and even said that he didn't need to save him, so he was ruthlessly lost on the night of this year's New Year's Eve.

I couldn't catch it, and I couldn't keep it. I just watched his body turn cold and disappear into the world.

On New Year's Eve, everyone is celebrating on such a lively New Year's Eve. Beixi even puts out tens of thousands of Kongming lanterns, and when the bells and drums strike, the gates of the city are opened to welcome the new year, becoming the first city that never sleeps for nine days and nine nights.

And he ruthlessly left everything behind, and they all dispersed.

Take nothing away and leave nothing behind.

Yun Xu was really scared, he let go tremblingly, and took a step back: "What the master says is what it is."

He didn't dare to retreat too far, in case the other party wanted to abandon him, he could at least keep up.

Feng Changan turned around, squinted his phoenix eyes and looked at him carefully.

081 is not around now, and his own cultivation has also returned to zero, so it is impossible to resurrect his body and change his identity.

His current plan is: use the dream to make Yun Xu think that he is really dead, and the one standing in front of him is just Dao's remnant consciousness.

From the residual consciousness, he felt that the boy was still a teenager, but because of the influence of the sword intent on the Qingming Sword and the residual consciousness, it was somewhat similar to the original Kong Huai.

But this person is suspicious by nature, he had exposed some flaws before, and he went directly to the dreamland to test it out, and I am afraid it will be difficult to recover.

But there is no other way, the jar is broken.

Feng Chang'an carefully considered his words, raised his sword eyebrows, and said sharply: "From today on, you are no longer my disciple, take your luggage and get out!"

Yun Xu was already stretched by a string, and when she heard the word "roll", she wanted to say "I don't want to roll", but just as she was about to speak, the string broke.

Why is this sentence exactly the same as when the other party wanted to drive me out of the teacher?

He remembered clearly that in the year 2000 in the Gregorian calendar, the beginning of spring was slightly cold, and his master told him to go away.

And the last time they met was on New Year's Eve this year. Twenty years later, this incident has already turned the page, and it is impossible to mention anything related to him again.

Yun Xu's heart sank slightly, and she looked at him fixedly: "Master, your memory is getting worse and worse, didn't you give up on this matter long ago?"

"Give it up?!" Of course Feng Changan knew he had to give up, but he still pretended not to give up.

He shook his sleeves violently, and said angrily, "What daydream are you doing, and you can't understand human words? Get out of here immediately!"

"Master..."

"Shut up, I don't have any disciples!" After speaking, he disappeared out of thin air.

Yun Xu wanted to pull it in panic, but he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. The moment it disappeared, the strange feeling superimposed and flooded him like a sea tide.

Why did Master repeat what he said back then, as if he had forgotten it.

forget

How could I forget!

The manic fire scorched his mind, and it made Yun Xu go crazy. He pulled his hair like a goat, he couldn't get up, he couldn't get down, he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. I couldn't cry anymore.

"Plop!" With a sound, he fell to his knees.

The azalea all over his body was broken into two halves by him, one section fell to the ground, and the other pierced his clothes and penetrated into his calf, pouring a fishy smell on the bright red azalea.

Why would you forget? !

Should not be forgotten, why would you forget!Yep!Don't forget, it's one-one time!

The time... the time is not right.

How does time seem to go back 20 years? !

He was scratching his head, but he couldn't catch the key point. The truth is like a whitebait in the bottom of the water. Someone deliberately muddied the water, so that he couldn't catch it no matter what, even if he was very hungry.

It wasn't until the heavy rain fell that he was woken up, and he came to the pool in an instant, and the broken Qingming sword broke into his eyes again.

Qingming Broken Blade glowed with ice blue light, reflecting his mad state.

The young man's left sleeve was drenched with blood, his neatly tied black hair was messed up like a lunatic, and the white jade hair crown was tilted to one side, pulling a few strands of hair.

The young man's hostility was strong, and it was reflected on the sword at this time, like a ghost who just got up from hell, with a pale face and red eyes, and wanted to eat his heart and lungs.

Li Gui stared at the slumped reflection on the Qing Ming sword, raised his hand and slapped himself three times in a row, knelt down on the ground like a trapped beast, and let out a desperate roar.

He got it, he got it all.

The two masters before and after are both true and false.

The first one should be the sword intent, responsible for guarding the Qingming sword; the second one should be the residual consciousness, parasitic on the Qingming sword.

Qing Ming has a spirit, and can record certain fragments under certain circumstances, and condense the fragments on the body of the sword in the form of consciousness.

That's why the second one is so strange, it's not a real person at all, it's a phantom 20 years ago, and all consciousness stays at the time when he was about to be expelled from the teacher.

No wonder the latter had to apologize as soon as he came out, and said that he was still in the womb when he was famous, mad and arrogant, and arrogant.

Yun Xu suddenly wanted to laugh, wasting her thoughts in vain, it was all fake.

He crawled on the ground like a wild animal, punching the ground with both hands, until the shards of azalea sank into his flesh, and he didn't stop: "Hahahaha, I knew it was fake, I should have known it was fake long ago! "

So what if you know it's fake?

Thinking about it day and night, tossing and turning, even if it's fake, it's an unattainable luxury.

Yun Xu's heart was congested, and the clear scene in front of him began to blur. He coughed twice and spit out blood.

The time to use foreign objects to enter the dream has come, he must withdraw from the dream, otherwise his consciousness will be severely damaged, he is either crazy or stupid.

But he is not reconciled, how can he be reconciled? !

Finally reunited with each other, the first time, fake, the second time, still fake, everything, everything, it looks so ridiculous.

He is like a fool, played around by illusions.

Yun Xu grabbed the ground with both hands, both of which were covered with mud. He scratched the ground like the claw marks of a wild animal struggling in despair, with blood and tears engraved on it.

This is the last chance, the last time.

After this time, there will be no chance again.

The vicissitudes of the old man's words kept echoing in his mind: "Zixu, the underworld is not the place you should come to. Where did you come from? Go back there quickly."

"Master, this disciple is here to find someone." He said, and then looked at the dead souls drifting by him foolishly, "This disciple is here to find Master."

"250 one?" Ge Pingsheng, who was standing aside, suddenly frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, "He died too? How did he die?

This suzerain has never seen him before, he came here as soon as he came, and he didn't say he came to pay respects to the master and brother, he is too ignorant..."

Patriarch Penghao hid himself in the darkness, staring at the thin and tired young man with a few eyes on the top of his head, and said slowly:

"The old man knows your purpose, but you also heard that we have never seen 250 one.

If you really want to look for it, the old man has a soul lottery here. At the beginning, he dripped the blood of all the disciples in order to protect it, but it can't be guaranteed now. If you are willing to take it back and hand it over to the current suzerain, your master will give it to you. Blood can be given to you. "

The sound of the iron chain hitting the ground became more and more clear, and the color was monotonous to the pale underworld. The ghost messenger used the chain to drive all kinds of ghosts to float here.

Some of these ghosts had their bodies cut off, their eyes missing, or half of their heads had been cut off.

"Heartblood has a certain connection with its owner, but after all, it has been too long and the connection has faded. It can only be used ten times, so you should take care of it.

Enough said, go back.If you don't go back, if the ghost messenger finds out, it will be difficult to leave. "

Ten times, only ten times.

Careful and careful, cautious and cautious, it's over.

He was wrong, and he was never right once. He always had hope first, and then he was slapped severely by reality, and finally lost everything.

This last time, I was also wrong...

His heart was so congested that he couldn't breathe, Yun Xu's thoughts began to slacken, and a powerful force wrapped around his neck from the outside world, trying to drag him out.

How could he?

He raised his head with force, staring at the broken Qing Ming sword with burning eyes.

Qingming is the master's natal sword, although it was broken, it has not disappeared, which shows that the master has not lost his soul.

If there is no soul flying away, it means that the master still has a corner that he can't find.

In the flash of Flint, his head cleared up, no, he was not wrong, he still had no evidence to prove that the young man was not a master.

Because he has never seen the boy from the beginning to the end, and when he saw the master before, he forgot the real purpose.

Because their tempers are too different, one is superior and the other is lively, people want to associate them together but are forced to tear them apart.

Under the pressure of being pulled out of the dream, Yun Xu wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth viciously with her last hope.

Just as he was about to force himself to stand up, as if to break his guess and make him give up, the young man appeared a hundred meters away.