After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

On the day of Luo Yunzhang's departure, Qi Wuyou didn't go to see him off, and continued to meditate in his room.

Luo Yunzhang specially came to the door to bid farewell to him, accompanied by Yan Rulu and Huazhuxue——Qi Wuyou had made up his mind, they couldn't ask for love, so they had no choice but to go with Luo Yunzhang, so as to help out one two.

In addition to the two of them, there are also many older senior brothers and sisters in Xianzong who worried about their accidents and took the initiative to join the ranks of experience.

Qi Wuyou felt a little regretful. If he had known that there would be so many people helping the male protagonist reduce the difficulty of training, he should have chosen more difficult tasks.

As soon as these people left, he was the only one left in Qionghua Island, so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves remained.

It is also clean.

From then on, Qi Wuyou locked himself in the room, kept his ears to nothing outside the window, and only focused on climbing the ladder.

There is a sympathetic knot, Luo Yunzhang will come to him to report every night.

All the questions he asked were trivial and trivial, and they were indeed questions that a monk of his age would have.

Luo Yunzhang is usually too well behaved by his side, never asked him these things.

He thought that Luo Yunzhang was the hero, and he took it for granted, and never took the initiative to give advice.

Now I help him answer one by one in a uncomfortable way, but I am more and more convinced in my heart that Luo Yunzhang just wants to find a master who can solve his doubts, not him in particular.

Now the last doubt was dispelled.

Half a month after Luo Yunzhang set off, one night, the spirit thread slipped in through the crack of the door and swam towards him.

It didn't wrap around his wrist immediately, but used the tip to hook his wrist twice before curling up.

Like a puppy rubbing its head against its owner's hand, trying to please its owner.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Wrong payment, really wrong payment.

I think he came here through the book, devoted himself to Luo Yunzhang, and blocked a blow for Luo Yunzhang when he was in Long Yinzong—of course, a large part of the reason was for himself, but from Luo Yunzhang's perspective, He can be regarded as a good model teacher who devotes all his heart and soul to his disciples, right?

But every time Luo Yunzhang saw him, he was like a doormat under someone's fence, either with shy eyebrows or cautious, those who didn't know thought he had abused this little white flower in private.

The wild master was just helping him solve some trivial problems, and he was so courteous and friendly that he even learned to act like a baby!

The male lead has two faces at a young age.

It's really a young heart, a sea needle.

Although the wild master is also himself, Qi Wuyou has a subtle feeling of a carefully cultivated cabbage jumping out of the pit by itself, chasing outsiders overnight.

A disguised voice sounded in my mind: "The disciple encountered some trivial matters today and was delayed for a while. Please don't be angry, Master."

Luo Yunzhang often said this sentence, and he would say it if he was late, asked too many questions, or was connected for a long time.

Qi Wuyou looked back on the days he had passed through, as if he had never been angry with Luo Yunzhang, why did Luo Yunzhang act like he was ptsd about the matter of "Master will be angry"?

"It's okay, if you have something to do, you can stay later," Qi Wuyou said in a daze, "What doubts do you have today?"

At this time, Luo Yunzhang was sitting in front of the bonfire with a bloodless face in the suburbs thousands of miles away from Xiaoyao Xianzong, and the people around him were busy.

The brothers and sisters were discussing what kind of elixir to use, while Yan Rulu helped him tear off the blood-soaked clothes under his ribs with trembling fingers.

He was about to speak out the questions he had prepared during the day, when Yan Rulu tore off the drenched bloody clothes a little harder, the pain made his forehead twitch and he snorted.

Huazhuxue took out a elixir from the storage bag and handed it to him. He took the elixir and ate it, saying, "Thank you, junior sister."

Yan Rulu listened to his muffled groan, his hands trembled more and more, tears fell down, and he choked up and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, Junior Brother, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for saving me, Junior Brother wouldn't have been killed by that demon cultivator." All the injuries are all my fault..."

After swallowing the elixir, he gained a lot of strength. Luo Yunzhang comforted him: "It's the demon cultivator who is too cunning, and has nothing to do with senior brother. Senior brother, don't blame yourself. Without your elixir and talisman along the way, this trip is not good." It will be so smooth. Here, the senior brother came out to practice for me, and I should protect the senior brother. If the senior brother is injured, how can I explain to the master when I return to Qionghuayu?"

"No, I'm senior brother, I should be the one who takes care of you, how can, how can..." Yan Rulu shook her head repeatedly.

Hua Zhuxue frowned when she heard the words, and said, "No one put a knife on the necks of my senior brother and me to let us follow. Everyone should be careful, and you don't have to take everything on yourself. You say What is it? You are the one who was injured, so you can explain to Master?"

Luo Yunzhang was taught a lesson, his brows and eyes were quiet, he thought for a while, smiled lightly, and said: "Thank you for your concern, junior sister, I will take note of what junior sister said."

Instead, he said to Yan Rulu: "Senior brother, don't be nervous. I'm much better after taking the elixir. It's not a serious injury. Let me meditate for a while, and I should be fine soon."

The senior brothers and sisters next to her heard the commotion and came over to persuade Yan Rulu.

Yan Rulu wiped away her tears and moved to a place farther away from Luo Yunzhang to guard.

Everyone around left, and Luo Yunzhang finally had time to reply through the red line——

"I'm sorry, Master, I left for a while just now, and no one will disturb you this time."

"Ah."

"Master, I was thinking about..."

——You were the one who got hurt, so why don't you explain it to Master?

The well-thought-out question got stuck in his mouth because of the bouquet of snow.

In the past few days, when he has time, he will ask the brothers and sisters what questions they have in their practice, and ask the master at night.

He didn't want to waste his precious time on these things today.

——What he wants to know more is, if he is injured, will Master still take care of him patiently like he did in Long Yinzong?

Qi Wuyou waited for a long time but did not wait for Luo Yunzhang's question, so he urged, "What?"

Luo Yunzhang hesitated and said: "Master, can I ask a question that has nothing to do with practice, but has been confusing me recently?"

"You said."

"Disciple...the disciple has a friend."

Hearing this gesture, Qi Wuyou's spirit lifted.

Here it comes, Luo Yunzhang finally wants to ask something related to himself!

He gave a curious "hmm", indicating that he was listening.

Luo Yunzhang said: "The disciple's friend is also a casual cultivator, and he has always had a close friendship with his master, but recently his friend made a mistake, which made his master angry, and the immortal elder has been ignoring him for several months. He also asked him to go to other sects to worship under other immortal sects. Recently, he was upset because of this and tossed and turned, asking his disciples.

"But the disciple has no experience, so he wanted to ask the master, what should he do so that the fairy elder can forgive him?"

Qi Wuyou: "..."

A casual cultivator, who was left alone for several months, was ordered to learn another teacher, tossing and turning, inexperienced...

The little padded jacket is quite good at weaving.

Ask a question and know to manually type code.

When he later realizes that the question is on his head, it will be strange if he doesn't die.

It's funny but also a little relieved, fortunately, the little padded jacket has a bit of conscience, and he didn't forget the old master without having a new master.

Qi Wuyou was worried that he would not have a chance to talk about it, so he weighed it up and replied: "In my opinion, your friend's master may not be angry with him."

"Master, why did you say that?" Luo Yunzhang asked.

"Master will not easily get angry with his disciples, maybe there is something unspeakable."

"Unspeakable concealment?"

Based on Luo Yunzhang's half-truth and half-false information, Qi Wuyou explained his indifference during that time in a roundabout way: "Cultivating immortals has a long journey, and one day the disciple will leave the master's school to be on his own. The master is unwilling. One day I will let go cruelly.

"Your friend's master probably thought that his abilities were limited, and worried that his disciples would have no way out around him, so he asked him to join the sect to earn a better future for himself."

"Master also thinks so?"

Qi Wuyou pretended to be touched by the scene, and sighed: "There are few masters in the world who do not cherish their disciples, and I am naturally the same."

He never called himself a teacher to Luo Yunzhang, who was on the opposite side of the spiritual line, in order to create a sense of difference.

"Let your friend recall the details of getting along with the master. His words and attitudes on weekdays may be against his will, and he must not be fake when he is true. Whether the master is angry with him or has no choice, he has his own judgment."

Luo Yunzhang opened his eyes while the bonfire was beating, it was hard to tell...?

For several days in a row, Luo Yunzhang dismantled his situation into several irrelevant issues, and repeatedly confirmed in the name of friends and random practitioners he met on the roadside.

Qi Wuyou was dumbfounded by his cautiousness and suspicion.

Counting Luo Yunzhang's age, he should be in his adolescence in the world outside the book.

His adolescence passed smoothly, and he and the classmates and elders around him felt nothing, as if he had changed from a boy to a youth overnight.

But I don't want other little boys to be so sensitive when they are fourteen or fifteen years old.

Qi Wuyou was afraid that he would go astray, so he resolutely put an end to ambiguity, and spent a lot of effort to get his answers back into the circle of "the elders place high hopes on the younger generation".

After being tortured for four or five days in a row, Luo Yunzhang seemed to finally accept that he was not angry with him, and even if he was angry with him, it was not because he was dissatisfied with his behavior, but because he wanted to encourage him to improve in an alternative way.

Perhaps it helped him solve his worries, Luo Yunzhang became more and more obedient to him through a spiritual thread, every day when the spiritual thread entangled him, he wished he could turn a few somersaults on the spot and juggle.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

While thinking about staying with the master, at the same time acting coquettishly and cutely with the wild master.

I really can't see that the hero has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and has the potential to be a master of time management.

Another month later, Luo Yunzhang and his team followed a group of monsters to the wilderness and temporarily camped under a boulder.

Seeing that Luo Yunzhang had finished adjusting his breath, Yan Rulu leaned over and asked, "Junior Brother Luo, have you had any fun lately?"

Luo Yunzhang was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Yan Rulu said: "Junior Brother used to be unsmiling, but recently he is much more relaxed, and..." He often blushes and smiles slightly, something is wrong!

Hua Tuan Xue heard the words and looked over, as if she agreed with Yan Rulu's words, and wanted to know the reason.

Luo Yunzhang was brilliant, he knew that he had been so complacent recently that he had revealed all his thoughts.

Immediately restraining his expression, he said: "It's nothing, just thinking, everything is going well recently, maybe I can go back to see Master sooner."

"That's right, it's also the first time I've been out for such a long time, and I miss Master a little bit." Yan Rulu said.

They are clearly talking about the same thing, but their minds are different.

Luo Yunzhang could sense the subtle differences between him and his senior brother, he hesitated, suppressed his sober self-knowledge, and curled his lips at Yan Rulu as if nothing had happened.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

Qi Wuyou condensed his spiritual energy day by day, and finally showed signs of a breakthrough.

The original owner's foundation is not bad, and belongs to the type that is more deficient than the top.

It is impossible to reach the super 3S level of the male lead, the upper limit is there, but if you want to get to S, you should work harder, there should be no problem.

In the past, the original owner was high-spirited and red-eyed. He only wanted to reach the sky like a genius. If he couldn't make it, he would have problems with his mentality. He always wanted to kill those who were stronger than him, so that he could stand out.

Going back and forth wasted a lot of effort.

Since Qi Wuyou came through, he spent the time that the original owner used to pretend to be in cultivation, and his cultivation level gradually improved.

After choosing a day to inform Qiu Sanxian, he also informed Luo Yunzhang through the spiritual thread, and then formally retreated.

On the first night of retreat, Luo Yunzhang tried to call him once with a spiritual thread, but got no response.

Holding the spirit thread on the wrist through the wrist guard, he thought to himself——after the master retreats, his cultivation will improve again, so he can't let the master down.

Luo Yunzhang discarded distracting thoughts, put his spiritual consciousness into the wristband, and began to gradually practice the inheritance left by the spiritual consciousness in the wristband.

Cultivation has no time.

Before he knew it, Qi Wuyou had been in seclusion for half a year.

Repeating the boring process of reiki movement day after day, I finally experienced the mysterious feeling of accidentally falling into the timing when I just passed through.

The spiritual energy in the whole body rushes towards a blocked orifice without any traction.

When the spiritual energy broke through the dam and went up, he became a vortex with a radius of several miles, and the spiritual energy spun wildly and was drawn into the dantian, widening and strengthening his spiritual veins.

When he swiped the ground and opened his eyes, the aftermath of the spiritual energy was pushed around by this small movement, and the petals suddenly fell on Qionghua Island, and all the birds were startled.

Qi Wuyou got up and glanced at his hands, opened the system interface to check, a big "S-" fell behind the "repair level".

Sure enough, it has been upgraded!

Qi Wuyou took a deep breath, more and more he realized that the words "art masters are daring" made sense, his cultivation base was raised by two levels, and he breathed more confidently than before.

He took out the invitation card from Cloud City City from his storage belt—the Luming Stream Fair is still a month away.

Everything is ready, it's time to go to the appointment.

Yushan came out of the Hualin Courtyard and flew all the way through the Qionghua Forest. His body was full of spiritual energy and his vision was farther.

When passing by the disciples lying down, Qi Wuyou found that Luo Yunzhang and the others hadn't come back yet.

Subconsciously glanced at the wrist - only the party holding the magic weapon can initiate a connection with the concentric knot.

I don't know what happened to the three of them.

When he came to Xiaotian Palace with his imperial fan, Fang Zhiqiu Sanxian suffered another heart injury and went to retreat.

Fan Yizhen met Qi Wuyou when he was acting as an agent for the sect, and said, "The suzerain abolished [-]% of Wen Qingyun's cultivation and expelled him from the Xianzong."

If he didn't mention it, Qi Wuyou would have forgotten about Wen Qingyun, nodded casually, and asked, "Does Yunzhang have any news?"

"Not long after you retreated, they completed all the tasks and came back once. They sent back a few injured disciples and received a few jade cards. They should be going to Junke Island now."

This efficiency.

As expected of the leading group.Hearing that the male lead and the others are fine, Qi Wuyou felt relieved, stepped back and cupped his hands and said, "The Lumingjian tour is coming soon, I'm here to bid farewell, and when the suzerain leaves the customs, I hope Immortal Master Fan will convey it on his behalf."

Fan Yizhen nodded.

Without further delay, Qi Wuyou withdrew from Xiaotian Palace, and Yu Shan rushed to Luming Stream.

There are not many descriptions about Lumingjian in "The Villain", only a few words are mentioned when telling the life of Luo Yunzhang's parents.

Lumingjian does not belong to any sect in the world of cultivating immortals, but a place where mortals and casual cultivators gather.

At first, Luming Stream was just an ordinary mountain stream. Because of the aura gathered in the terrain, it attracted a group of mountain deer. Passers-by often heard the name Luming.

Although there is aura here, it is not of a large scale. Zongmen monks look down on it, so many mortals and scattered cultivators moved here.

With more people, a small town gradually formed outside the stream. At first the town still had a name, but later the name was forgotten, so it was referred to as Luming Stream.

So the Luming Stream Fair mentioned in the invitation card, to be precise, refers to the small town outside the Luming Stream.

It took Qi Wuyou more than 20 days to rush from Xiaoyao Xianzong to Lumingjian.

Looking from a distance, the rapid waterfall, green mountains and clear waters, surrounded by greenery, very much like the pictures of the world outside the book appearing in travel advertisements.

Under the mountains and rivers, there is a busy town with people coming and going.

The streets of the town are criss-crossed, monks and mortals come and go, many casual cultivators took advantage of the situation to set up stalls on the side of the street, put magic talismans, medicine pills, and magic weapons, and the sound of selling them spread far away.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the town, close to the Luming Stream, and separated from the town by a long cave, stands a tall tower called Zhaixing Tower.

If what is said on the invitation is true, then the current Destiny Jun Xihe of Yunzhong City lives there.

There are a large number of mortals in Luming Stream, and Tianmingjun has no cultivation base. All monks who enter the boundary of Luming Stream must suppress their cultivation base to the foundation building, otherwise it will be difficult to pass the restriction at the entrance.

Qi Wuyou saw a huge boulder with the three gold characters "Luming Stream" written on it, so he fell off the flower bone fan and walked towards the entrance.

The journey was very smooth, and nothing happened, so that when I heard a burst of laughter from ahead, my footsteps stopped——

"If you want it, grab it!"

"Hahaha, look at your useless appearance, come to join in all the fun, don't you think you deserve it?"

"This way!"

"then!"

The path at the entrance just changed from narrow to wide, and the front suddenly opened up.

Then I saw a thin young man in an indigo robe and carrying a book basket, being teased by several tall monks, chasing a book that was thrown back and forth between the four of them.

The young man had slender arms and legs, so he didn't look like a powerful monk. After chasing for a while, he lost his strength. He bent down and put his hands on his knees to pant, while raising his head amidst the laughter, he begged, "Please." Please, give it back to me, I promise I won’t write any more in the future!”

"Do you say that if you don't write, we will believe you?"

One of the khaki monks with a knife on his back took the book thrown by his companion, turned to a page and read aloud: "Most Xuantianzong monks are ugly and have vulgar temperament—"

After reading this, the sword-carrying monk's cheeks bulged and his hands were about to exert force.

The young man's complexion changed: "No!"

The sword-bearer cultivator ignored him, tore off the page with a tear, and held it in his hand.

When I let go, that page of paper turned into fine powder, blown away by the wind.

The young man was stunned, and suddenly went crazy and rushed to grab it. He knocked the monk with the knife back two steps, almost fell, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment.Kicking the young man away, he tore the book in half and cursed at the same time: "What the hell are you, Xuantianzong's reputation has been ruined by such bastards as you!"

Tearing up a book was not enough, so he directed the other three monks to say: "Take his book basket, and tear up all the books in it! Maybe he wrote something nonsense, and if you tell it in the future, the edited sect The door has to thank us!"

The young man was kicked until the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and when he heard this, he got up in horror and hugged his book basket, shouting: "You, you can't do this to me!"

"See if we can do it!" The other three responded and surrounded them.

Qi Wuyou: "..." Ah.

Monks bullying ordinary people can be called a classic plot in Xianxia.

It is comparable to the protagonist in a martial arts movie when he suddenly heard "Indecent!" when he passed by a restaurant.

He is an editor at least, and he understands the iron law that important characters in this kind of drama will encounter trouble when they go out.

When encountering accidents on the road, it is best to avoid them if possible, so as not to get involved in any messy plot.

But he came by coincidence, at this moment no one passed by the entrance of Luming Gorge, if he left, the young man would have to be repaired, maybe even beaten to death.

Just as he was hesitating whether to intervene in this nosy business, the surrounded young man saw him through the human wall surrounded by four monks, his eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist, stay a step! Please help me, fellow Daoist!" ! There must be a big thank you afterwards!"

The four monks turned their heads in unison, and eight eyes shot over.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

I can't help it now.

After being seen, Qi Wuyou walked out from the path with his hands behind his back.

He came here to investigate, not to cause trouble. Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, he mainly focuses on persuasion.

He said politely: "I passed by here, and I saw a few fellow Taoists embarrassing an ordinary person. How inappropriate, in my opinion, I'd better return the book basket to—"

Before he could finish speaking, the lid of the book basket broke through the wind.

Qi Wuyou turned to one side, the bamboo cover flew over the corner of his clothes, and hit the boundary stone with "Luming Stream" written on it.

The cultivator with the sword pointed at him: "Where did you come from, the little boy? It's none of your business, get out of here!"

The second half of Qi Wuyou's words got stuck in his throat, and he smiled: "..."

You can't speak well, can you?

The other party strikes first, he is not polite, the hand behind his back passed his waist, the flower bone fan has reached his hand, it circled in his palm, and flew towards the four people.

The fan wind was sharp, and the sword-bearer cultivator quickly drew out his long knife to block. The fan blade spun and rolled over the blade.

The knife-carrying monk stepped back a few steps, raised the handle of the knife in his hand, touched his forehead with the other hand, twisted the blood, the muscles on his face trembled, startled and angry, opened his mouth, and shouted: "Fuck it! Lao Tzu Let the two of you die here together today!"

Two of the remaining three people were about to rush up, but the other person suddenly changed color when he saw the flower bone fan, grabbed the hem of the two people's clothes, and said in a low voice: "It's Mr. Lan Fang!"

The caught person paused, and looked at Qi Wuyou suspiciously: "This little boy?"

"Fan! That's a flower bone fan! If you don't believe me, smell it!"

The flower bone fan made a circle and just fell back into Qi Wuyou's hand. With a flick of his wrist, he unfolded the fan and fanned it twice in front of him.

At this time, the five people present felt a cold fragrance spreading in the air.

Looking at Qi Wuyou, his five fingers are white and slender, his joints are as smooth as the bones of a fan, he is like the breeze on the river, gentle and elegant, extremely handsome. "Really, really Mr. Lan Fang?!"

For monks from a small sect such as Xuantianzong, which is not mentioned in the original book, the "Three Immortals of Xiaoyao" and "Lord Lanfang" are both out of reach.

The monk who recognized Qi Wuyou at first boldly said: "Your Excellency is Lord Lan Fang?"

Qi Wuyou smiled without saying a word, and took a step forward.

The four of them thought about the power of that sash just now, their legs went limp, and they immediately yelled "Your Excellency, stay a step", stepped back more than a dozen steps, turned their heads and ran away.

"..." Just so bold.

Qi Wuyou felt bored, put the flower bone fan back on his waist, and walked forward.

Looking at the direction in which the four were fleeing for a while, the young man suddenly turned his head when Qi Wuyou passed by, stared blankly, and asked in a daze, "Are you really Mr. Lan Fang?"

Qi Wuyou didn't stop walking, didn't answer, and continued to move forward.

The young man hastily took out a pen and paper from the book basket, and licked the tip of the pen to moisten the ink.

Picking up the book basket and carrying it on the back with difficulty, he chased after him and asked while drawing: "Are you Lan Fangjun Qi Wuyou from Xiaoyao Xianzong?"

Qi Wuyou glanced at him, and saw that this man was drawing while walking, but his hands were steady, and he grasped his features with a few strokes, and outlined an outline.

He tilted his head and said, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

The young man still had scars on his body, and there was blood and ink at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care.

He jumped up and said: "The name of Lan Fangjun has spread all over the world of cultivating immortals, but not everyone has seen him. If you were him, I would draw your portrait and compile it into a collection with other celebrities in the world of cultivating immortals. Wouldn't it be wonderful for a monk to buy just one book, and then he can see many celebrities and refined scholars!"

"Are those just now celebrities and refined scholars?"

"Ah, they are not. They belong to the Xuantian Sect. They bully the weak in Lumingjian because they are monks. Such scumbags will naturally be included in the book and invite immortals and mortals to share!"

Qi Wuyou recalled what the sword-carrying cultivator read out just now—ugly appearance, vulgar temperament...

Dance directly to the face of the person, wouldn't it be strange if you didn't chase him and hit him?

"So? So are you really Mr. Lan Fang? That fan of yours is called Huagu Fan, right? Can you lend me a look?" The young man staggered and almost fell to the ground, and then caught up after standing still.

Borrowing a monk's magic weapon, this person really has a big heart.

Qi Wuyou saved him as well, he didn't want to have too much contact with him, so he immediately sacrificed the flower bone fan, stepped on the fan, and left with the imperial fan.

The young man's eyes were bright, he stared intently at Qi Wuyou's back, quickly drew a few times on the paper, and a monk with a fairy air appeared vividly on the paper.

There are still seven days before the fair, and monks are arriving one after another.

Qi Wuyou entered the small town and forgot what happened just now.

He had just arrived, and it was the first time he participated in a fair of this scale. He planned to observe the action for a few days, so he found an inn in the town to stay.

As if he had timed it right, he stepped into the inn room with his front foot, and a spiritual thread entered the room with his back foot, and wrapped it around his wrist impatiently.

As soon as he lowered his head, the long-lost, pleasantly surprised voice sounded in his mind: "Master, have you left the customs?"

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