Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

Fulin world.

In the snow-capped mountains, there are pines and rocks all over the field, and there are three or two spirit birds flying into the domed bell tower standing on the top of the mountain, carrying snow in their cloaks.

The big bell rang, and the lingering sound echoed. The disciples of the martial arts platform covered with a spirit array in front of the main hall became excited. They hung down their swords and bowed their hands to the master. museum.

These hundreds of beginner disciples with blue skirts and gray trousers have not yet been able to eat grains. If they want to eat mortal grains, that is, for those who are physically strong, one meal a day is indispensable.

What's more, even the old disciples of Bigu are often reluctant to part with the perch soup served by the master chef in the restaurant with exquisite knife skills and exquisite meat.

The restaurant is divided into three floors, the first floor is for all disciples, and the second and third floors are only accessible to inner sect disciples and elders holding identity jade cards. They supply spiritual beast meat and spiritual fruit with ample spiritual energy.

Before a lunch was finished, snowflakes fell in the sky again.News came from the instructor that the sword practice will be skipped this afternoon, and the disciples will arrange it by themselves.

Everyone rejoiced, after dinner, those who should go back to the bedroom to sleep, and those who should sneak out to accompany the door to hunt a few wild rabbits, all happily went to do their own things.

The martial arts arena was empty, and soon, half a foot of snow had accumulated.

Someone stepped on the snow.

Footsteps fell on the snow, leaving no traces.

It was cold, and he only wore a thin white robe with extremely wide cuffs. His peach wood hairpin was in half a bundle, and some hair fell slightly at the temples. Under his calm eyebrows were bloodless lips.

When you come to the martial arts arena, you naturally want to practice swords.

He happened to bring one in his hand, took off the sheath, and danced casually for half a quarter of an hour. The moves were stable and in place, but after all, he felt that it lacked some charm.

Behind him, a thin old man in black came at some unknown time, sighed, and walked slowly up the stone platform.

"People cannot be resurrected after death, Cang'er, I'm sorry."

"Thank you, Master Master, for your concern."

Meng Cang turned his head and made a series about the head of Qingjingmen.

The head of the sect persuaded again: "You have been like this since you were a child. You are used to being alone. You don't care about what you see, and you keep it in your heart. When your master left, you didn't sleep for two months. When your senior brother passed away, you will take him I knew it when I brought it back to the door, but I still didn’t close my eyes for three days and three nights, watching the ashes of his soul lamp flying into the air little by little. It’s better not to put all your thoughts in your stomach... Although our door advocates cleanliness and innocence. door, but it’s not advocating ruthlessness and ignorance, and only one person should bear everything.”

Meng Cang bowed his head: "Hengliu is just feeling, Master Yazhen's lineage, there is only Hengliu left."

The head of the sect said helplessly: "Yesheng's death really has nothing to do with you. It's hard to tell the cause and effect of good fortune, and it's hard for you and me to spy on the secrets of heaven, so we usually treat people around us kindly. You won't wait for Yinghan when you go down the mountain this time." After marrying Xiao Zhan?"

Meng Cang said indifferently: "I promised senior brother that I will go to Haijiao City to bring back his only son, and Junior Sister Yinghan, why don't you want me to see her get married?"

The head was a little puzzled, and asked: "Why doesn't she want you to go?"

Meng Cang explained: "Junior Sister had a crush on me. If I go away in the future, everyone and she must know that I am open and honest. I am telling the world, but Junior Sister will inevitably feel sad. I never cared about her." Mind. The reputation of cross-flow is light compared to the future of junior sisters, so cross-flow will not go away."

The sect leader was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he couldn't help sighing: "Cang'er has never shy away from anything since she was a child. I really don't know if it's good or bad with your temperament."

Meng Cang lowered his head and thought about it, he really had nothing he couldn't tell the master in charge, so he just replied: "If there is really something inconvenient to say, just keep silent, and the master will naturally know."

The headmaster looked at the sword in his hand, chatted and said, "Still can't use the Sword of Shocking Rain?"

Meng Cang nodded, and said, "Hengliu knows that he has no destiny in the way of the sword."

The sect master's expression gradually became strange, and he asked again: "Are you still afraid of the cold?"

Meng Cang nodded again, and said, "Although I have stepped into the Ruins, occasionally I still feel extremely cold."

The headmaster brushed back the white-robed disciple's broken hair, touched the birthmark like a sword scar twice, and said thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be like this..."

He babbled and said: "Your master mentioned it when he was alive. When he picked you up in Hemingtan, he was wrapped in a sword that seemed to be made of spiritual energy. There was a vision in the sky, and the fire fell everywhere and could not be extinguished." , in the end, the sword turned into gas and scattered those flames... How could this be so... When your master brought you to see me, he swore that you are definitely a genius with swords, born to be close to fire aura..."

The result is still genius.

It's just that it has nothing to do with fire aura and sword.

Meng Cang showed a long-lost smile, and a cluster of ice crystals appeared on his fingertips: "It's not bad to be close to ice spiritual power."

The headmaster shut up at the right time, and forced his nephew into the main hall to avoid the snow, saying that he wanted to help him prepare some salutes for going down the mountain.

Talking about the child to be brought back, the head of the sect suddenly said: "There are nine elders in the sect, except you, all of them have already opened up mountains to accept disciples, how about this time, if the child is of good quality, if you are interested, accept him as a disciple. A first disciple?"

Meng Cang was startled, but then refused: "Senior brother's son, how dare Hengliu be his master."

Sect Leader: "Isn't that what your senior brother meant?"

Meng Cang said seriously: "Hengliu can only raise this child on behalf of his senior brother, and let him choose on his own to recognize his teacher."

The sect leader thought, how could anyone in the world refuse Qingjing Meng Hengliu to be his master, this matter is probably settled, so he smiled and said, "That's fine."

The two discussed everything.

The next day, the heavy snow was still falling, and before everyone got up, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, the head of the sect personally sent Meng Cang down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Meng Cang bid farewell to his uncle twice: "Go back."

The headmaster nodded, and forcibly sent out the magic weapon with a stack of defensive talismans inside. When he turned around and stepped on the stone steps, he asked casually, "The child you want to bring back is called Ye Fei, right?"

Meng Cang: "It's called Ye Fai."

The head of the sect looked back at him: "Very well, it seems that there is not a single surnamed Ye among the disciples of this generation."

Meng Cang smiled: "Indeed."

The author has something to say:

These two chapters are flashbacks.

Meng Cang and Ye Fei's first meeting must not be written in a few strokes.

In fact, in my conception, the main text begins when Meng Cang descends the mountain... It's just that Li Jun's part in the front is written cheerfully, accidentally exceeding the word count