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

"Cough...cough..." Xia Lang's violent cough brought Ji Wuchen's thoughts back to reality.

He saw that Xia Ran suddenly put down the spoon in his hand, covered his mouth, and began to cough, as if he was about to be coughed up by his lungs.

Ji Wuchen's hand is faster than his brain, and for some reason, a glass of water has already been passed in his hand.

Xia Lang disregarded that he was still coughing badly, and hurriedly wanted to take it, but his hand almost shook and he didn't hold the cup.

"What's wrong with you?" Ji Wuchen asked.

"No...cough...cough...it's nothing..." Xia Lang said, "I...I...just choked."

There was still some bean curd brains on the spoon that Xia Lang just dropped, so you could tell what he had just eaten at a glance.

Ji Wuchen took a look and found that there was a finger-thick chili oil floating in the brain of the tofu, and frowned slightly.

This is obviously not a normal level of spicy oil, it may only be that someone has a little thought...

Sharon's reputation is not good. Few people know about the events before the millennium, but it doesn't mean that no one knows. I didn't expect that Sharon would not be punished after the millennium. Instead, he transformed into a savior and lived in Shangqing Dian—someone is dissatisfied.

It's just that those dissatisfied people didn't dare to resist directly, so they used such low-handed methods.

Ji Wuchen is extremely disgusted with these small tricks that can't be put on the table, but because it is Xia Lang, he doesn't want Xia Lang to hold them accountable too much. After all, once Xia Lang makes a move, it may lose its importance...

"This chili oil is already very spicy, so be careful next time."

Hearing these words, Sharon's last hope was shattered.

He understood the strong sense of protection in Master's words, because Master had always protected him like this before.

Thousands of years have passed, and the master is no longer his master...

Xia Lang's heart was cold, but he raised his head and smiled slightly: "I haven't eaten for a long time."

Ji Wuchen didn't know why, when he saw Xia Lang's smile, his heart shrank suddenly, and he felt a bit distressed.

—No, you can't be soft on him any more.

Thousands of years ago, he had already made an exception for Xia Lang—all the elders proposed to kill Xia Ran directly, and finally he held back the pressure and sent Xia Ran to the Qingling Tower. Yes is better than nothing, isn't it?

Ji Wuchen said lightly: "If there is nothing else to do in the future, I will have dinner with you." This is what he promised, and he doesn't want to break the contract.

"Okay," Xia Lang said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome."

When have they become a relationship that needs to say thank you and you're welcome?

Xia Lang had a sad look in his eyes, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

All of this is his own fault, and he can't blame others.

If he did it again, he would still make the same choice...to destroy the secret realm of Qinglingchi and release the demon god Manyou.

Although he is sorry for the entire cultivation world, he has something that he wants to cherish more than the common people in the world...

As for the common people in the world, then he will compensate them for himself...

After Xia Lang had eaten, Ji Wuchen asked him: "Is there anything you want me to do?"

Since the fifteen-day agreement was made, with Ji Wuchen's character, he would fulfill his duties dutifully, whether he wanted it or not.

Xia Lang thought for a while: "I want to forge a sword, can I? My previous sword... I don't know where it went."

Ji Wuchen said: "If you want a sword, you can go to the Wuwu Pavilion and pick a handy one."

The treasured swords in the Wuwu Pavilion are the ancient swords that scattered out after the Qingling Pond was destroyed. The Shangqing faction collected them and put them together in the Wuwu Pavilion.

"But," Xia Lang shook his head and said, "I just want to forge it myself, and then let the master give me the sword, is that okay?"

A hint of confusion appeared in Ji Wuchen's eyes, how could Xia Lang make such a strange request?

Hasn't he already passed the sword ceremony?

But he is not a person who asks questions too much: "OK."

The Forging Sword Pavilion is usually only opened during the sword-giving ceremony, and it is usually closed. Ji Wuchen ordered it to go on, and the disciples spent some time cleaning the Forging Sword Pavilion. When they knew that the Forging Sword Pavilion was only for the old When the sinners who came out of the Qingling Pagoda were playing around, they were even more in a bad mood.

Yes, sinners.

Overnight, Sharan's "great achievements" spread to everyone's ears as if he had grown wings. Even the old man sweeping at the gate of the Shangqing School could count down several of Sharan's crimes.

Charge [-]: Act recklessly, arrogant and conceited. Not only did he fail to fulfill the responsibilities of the head disciple when he was the head disciple, but he stayed on Shangqing Mountain every day and did not come out. Brother Meng helped to do it, and he even mocked Senior Brother Meng, which shows how thick-skinned this person is.

Charge [-]: Destroyed the secret realm of Qingling Pond, and even released the demon god who had been sealed inside for thousands of years!Although few people know that the Demon God was sealed in Qingling Pond, many people remember that thousands of years ago, the Demon Race had no leader, and they dared not make any mistakes. Now it has become like this, because this person released the Demon God!

Crime [-]: Killed the seventh prince of Dongling King. As a mortal royal family, Dongling King did not stand alone at this time, but chose to stand up and advance together with the cultivation world. The cultivation disciples who are above the top have a lot of affection for this mortal. The seventh prince is the only person in the Tangling royal family who has immortal roots, and it is said that he is a genius!Just like that, Sharan killed him!

I heard that this person was an orphan before, and only after he was picked up by the head of the sect did he have a place to live, and he was given the honorable status of the head's first apprentice, but now he is repaying his kindness with revenge, it's like a pig and a dog!

Look, the battle is imminent, this person is still self-willed, what kind of sword does the head take him to fight?

When Ji Wuchen showed up with Xia Lang, he already felt the unfriendly eyes of the disciples next to him, and he knew that Xia Lang must have felt it.

Sharon also felt a pair of unfriendly eyes, but he didn't care, instead he gave them an interesting look.

Thousands of years have passed in a flash, and even the disciples of Zhujiange have changed.

Before he had time to feel emotional, he saw Ji Wuchen standing in front of them.

Sharon had an excited expression just now, but immediately froze.

"They are ignorant," Ji Wuchen turned around to block Xia Lang from looking at the disciples, and said to Xia Lang, "Don't fight with them."

Xia Lang didn't believe what he heard at all: "I... Shall I fight with them?"

Why does Master think so?Doesn't the master know his personality yet?When did he use his ability besides destroying the ninth-level monster?

He almost doubted his own ears, his tone was full of disbelief, and there was a touch of hand: "Master, do you think I will fight them?"

Maybe it was because Xia Lang's eyes were too hurt, Ji Wuchen moved his eyes a little unnaturally: "I'm just talking."

Xia Lang felt dumbfounded: "If I really want to do something, is there anyone here who can stop me?" He raised his hand directly while speaking: "If I want to—"

Ji Wuchen subconsciously counterattacked with palms, but what he didn't expect was that Xia Lang was directly forced by him to take a few steps back, and a trace of blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Wuchen stood where he was, looking at his palm.

The moment he met his palms, he realized that Xia Ran didn't use any force at all.

When he raised his head, Sharon had already stood firm on the spot, wiping off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth.

There was a sad look in his eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's my fault, I just wanted to scare them, I'm sorry, Master."

As he spoke, he turned around slowly, and walked into the Forging Sword Pavilion, leaving only a side profile for Ji Wuchen, and also his last strength.

After 1000 years of darkness in the Qingling Pagoda, he once thought he was invincible, but he forgot that there was another person who could make him feel wronged so easily.

Because that is the person he loves...His distrust and suspicion are the most wounding weapons in the world, piercing Xia Ran with blood, but silently.

Perhaps, he should have died directly back then...

Ji Wuchen looked at the smile on Xia Lang's last departure, and for some reason, he really wanted to go up and hug him desperately...just like Xia Lang was when he was young.

He knew that Sharon must be wronged.

If Xia Lang was a little wronged when he was young, he would make a big fuss, cry heartbreakingly and ask Ji Wuchen to make up for him. At this time, Ji Wuchen actually had a headache, but he still knew in his heart that Xia Lang was actually wronged. It's just acting like a baby, but when Xia Lang really has a big grievance, he never says it, he just hides it in his heart silently, just like the porridge, if Ji Wuchen doesn't find out, he will never can speak.

Those memories, he thought he would not remember them for a long time...

There are hundreds of thousands of sword furnaces in the Jianjian Pavilion. When they were all opened on the sword casting ceremony, they looked so spectacular, but now only one sword furnace is opened, and the small flames in the furnace are beating, which can be seen in the whole hall. It seems so insignificant.

Xia Ran didn't care, but carefully prepared the materials.

Ji Wuchen didn't know when he came to his side, hesitated for a while, and said: "Do you... still remember how to forge a sword?"

Forging swords is not what Xia Lang mainly learned, it was just a surprise attack before the sword casting ceremony. Now that 1000 years have passed, Ji Wuchen suspects that Xia Lang has forgotten all about it.

"Remember," Sharon was choosing a suitable iron raw stone, with a focused and serious expression: "When I had nothing to do in the Qingling Pagoda, I could only think about the past things over and over again. Now I even think about my three-year-old I remember peeing my pants...haha...ha...haha."

It's so boring to be in the Qingling Pagoda for thousands of years. He will not be thirsty or hungry, but he can't talk to others. The excessive silence almost drives him crazy. He can only talk to himself to keep him from going insane. Fortunately, at that time, he still had those memories to support him.

Ji Wuchen didn't laugh, but Xia Lang seemed to realize that he had told a not-so-funny joke, and quickly changed the subject with a dry laugh: "Master, let's go out first, and I'll let you give me the sword after I've forged it." Just do it."

Everything Xia Lang did was like a very caring disciple, Ji Wuchen had nothing to say, he just stood quietly by the side, but had no intention of leaving.

Sharan ignored him, but leaned over to find a suitable stone.

He picked it so carefully, as if it was not an ordinary iron ore, but a snow gauze for the bride-to-be.

Xia Lang carefully picked out a few pieces of the best iron ore, put them into the furnace, and started to build.

To forge a sword, one needs a spirit. Regardless of one's level of cultivation, one advocates using one's original strength to hit the original stone one after another. Only in this way can the sword that is cast contain the master's sword intent.

Although Xia Lang's cultivation was unparalleled, his body was very weak. After hitting it with all his strength for a dozen times, he had to stop to take a deep breath.

He reached out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and Ji Wuchen, who was standing aside, realized that the knuckles on Xia Lang's wrist were protruding, without any flesh, as if the bones were covered with a layer of skin.

Only then did he realize that Xia Ran was so thin.

Sharan had to take a break every dozen times, and in this way from noon to evening, he was able to create a prototype.Ji Wuchen watched silently from the side, and didn't intend to go up to help.

What is needed now is to raise the temperature of the flame and let the sword be forged in the furnace.

Sharan took out the flint and lit the charcoal below, trying to raise the temperature of the stove.

As soon as the charcoal was ignited, there was a strange sound, Xia Ran said strangely: "Hey, what is this sound——"

Before he could finish his sentence, the whole furnace suddenly burst into loud noises!