Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

Jiuchong Mountain is far away from the snowy area, and it takes two days to walk with the sword.

Tan Qiao's natal magic weapon is a thin sword, which will undoubtedly test his balance even more. Just in case, the day before he set off, he practiced for a whole night with his injuries, and then he barely overcame the psychological burden and was able to tremble. Fly in mid-air.

But what Yan Mingzhen couldn't see didn't mean that Fengwu Zhenjun couldn't notice it.

An hour after leaving Jiuchong Mountain, the two stopped at the entrance of the nearby Qingmao Village.

Tan Qiao's legs were trembling faintly, his lips were white and pink, when Master suggested to rest, he really almost cried with joy.

"After the magic weapon is injured, the connection with the owner will be weakened." Feng Wu walked slowly into the village, and comforted in a gentle voice: "The powerlessness of Yujian is temporary, don't worry about it, let's make some repairs here first."

Tan Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly said with concern: "But time is running out, Lin Yan..."

"Zhenjun Ziyue branded Linyan, and he is fine."

Tan Qiao nodded pretending to understand, and stepped into the village with Feng Wu.

Qingmao Village is a small village with a population of less than [-] people. Because it is very close to Jiuchong Mountain, monks often pass by here. Thanks to this, monsters and evil spirits rarely appear, and the people of Qingmao Village treat monks with great respect.

Seeing Tan Qiao's attire from a distance, the children playing in the village rushed to tell the adults at home that Tan Qiao felt the enthusiasm of Qingmao Village as soon as he walked into the village within a hundred meters.

All the men, women and children who came to greet them looked at them with eyes of awe mixed with longing, especially facing the well-known Fengwu Zhenjun.

For ordinary people, his arrival is like a god, and it is a blessing from heaven to see him. Tan Qiao doesn't understand this kind of almost crazy worship, mainly because he hasn't found out about the past of his master.

Along the way, he observed True Monarch Fengwu calmly, Fengwu's mouth still had a springlike arc, but his pale eyes were clear and without any waves.

They only rested in Qingmao Village for a few hours before going on the road again.

This time Fengwu Zhenjun stopped his plan to control the sword, and summoned a tamed colorful munia, and ordered Tan Qiao to ride the beast.

The colorful bird is very small, and it is the limit to control a person alone. Tan Qiao was moved in his heart, and he was a little less vigilant and more dependent on him, a master with a high level of cultivation.

The rest of the journey was very smooth. They stayed in several villages until they arrived at Beizhou, the Frost City around the snowy area. This stop lasted for five days.

On the sixth day, after walking around the huge city, Tan Qiao couldn't hold back anymore.

Near the snowy area, these days he has a deeper understanding of how dangerous it is, the extremely cold place surrounded by barrier forests, where monsters and beasts have been rampant for a hundred years, if this drags on, Lin Yan, who is deeply trapped in it, will almost die.

"Master, when shall we set off?"

In the inn, Tan Qiao looked at the light vegetarian food on the table, her stomach was rumbling but she had no appetite, Zhenjun Fengwu was good at everything, but he advocated vegetarianism.

The monks in the Nascent Soul stage should have been bigu long ago, but Qiao Kong has a lot of cultivation, but he couldn't forget his appetite and memory together.

"Not urgent."

Zhenjun Fengwu opened his eyes, and his light-colored clear eyes fell on Tan Qiao's face, which made him feel guilty for no reason, so he quickly stuffed a few vegetables into his mouth, swallowed them before speaking.

"...I heard that this place is less than a hundred miles away from the entrance of the snowy area. Let's start now, and we can arrive there in two hours."

True Monarch Fengwu still responded calmly: "There is no hurry."

Tan Qiao pursed her lips, and said unwillingly: "Master, I don't understand, Linyan's life is hanging by a thread, why should we delay here?"

True Monarch Fengwu didn't answer, but instead asked: "You have visited Frost City for the past few days, have you found anything unusual?"

abnormal?

Tan Qiao carefully recalled the experience of the past few days, shook his head and said, "No...it's just much colder here than Jiuchong Mountain."

A trace of helplessness and connivance flashed across Fengwu Zhenjun's gentle face, and he shook his head lightly: "There are no spiritual mountains within a thousand miles of Frost City, but there are monks all over the city, you can imagine why."

After being reminded by him, Tan Qiao quickly looked around the inn for a week, and sure enough, there were monks with immortal demeanor beside him.

His mind was empty, and he didn't have the patience to think on his own. The rascal said: "Master, my mind is not very bright recently, just tell me directly."

"...you."

After returning from this trip, the most taciturn disciple on weekdays had a big change in temperament. After being stunned for a while, Zhenjun Fengwu first reflected on whether he had neglected to pay attention to a few disciples recently.

"In the depths of the snowy area, there is a powerful commander-level monster. Half a month ago, Zhenjun Hegu of Donghuang Mountain led all the monks to attack it, but no trace of the monster was found."

In addition to not being able to figure out the setting, Tan Qiao's mind is actually very bright. He realized it instantly, and said in shock: "... Difficult, did it come to Frost City?!"

True Monarch Fengwu nodded: "True Monarch Crane Valley used the clue talisman, and the trail of the snow fox extended from the snowy area to the east, all the way to Frost City."

No wonder…

No wonder the pedestrians on the streets of Frost City were all frowning and murderous.

It was less than half a month after the news came out that so many monks were attracted, and most of them were high-ranking monks above the God Transformation Realm. So where is the magic beast?How many evil deeds have people and gods been enraged by?

So Master stayed here because he wanted to hunt down monsters by the way?

Is my Nascent Soul Realm enough to see, I won't be accidentally injured.

His thoughts diverged, and the more he wanted to talk about Qiao, the paler his face became. Now he has forgotten all about his skills and mind, and he is no different from ordinary people except for his spiritual power. At this moment, he already regrets leaving Jiuchongshan rashly.

"Master, is that monster ferocious?" For his own safety, he asked for details: "You said he lived deep in the snowy region for a long time, how could he have so many enemies?"

Speaking of this, True Monarch Fengwu frowned slightly in a rare way.

"The so-called monsters are nothing but livestock living in the land of aura, irrigated by the sun, moon and stars all year round. After successful cultivation, they cause harm to the common people. This thousand-year-old snow fox in the snowy area has a stubborn nature. This technique lured Zhenjun Yueming, who was in the Mahayana state of East Phoenix Mountain, to seize his inner alchemy after he was in a state of chaos before crossing the catastrophe, and now he is born again, I'm afraid he has another plan."

A monk in the Mahayana period was robbed of his inner alchemy by a monster?

Tan Qiao was stunned when he heard it: "Didn't it mean that the beauty is withered bones, and the elders in the Mahayana period can't resist the temptation of appearance!"

The Mahayana period was higher than his master's realm. Tan Qiao not only scorned the concentration of Yueming Zhenjun, but also felt that the thousand-year-old snow fox should not be underestimated, and even retreated a bit.

Master Fengwu saw the contempt in his eyes, shook his head, but smiled and said nothing.

There are less than five monks in the Mahayana period, and there are less than five people in the world of comprehension. What an outstanding person was Zhenjun Yueming back then. If it weren't for this, even if the thousand-year-old fox demon was born, he would not have caused such turmoil in the world.

"Master..."

Tan Qiao was worried about what he thought, and asked cautiously: "If the fox bumps into you, it must immediately run for its life with its tail between its legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the male and female monks at the table next to him turned their heads towards them like torches.

"I didn't come to kill him."

True Monarch Fengwu didn't seem to realize it, and slowly pumped out a stream of water from his fingertips to seal the wound on Tan Qiao's shoulder: "Jiuchong Mountain has always lacked monsters guarding the restricted zone. The climate in the restricted zone is very cold, and the monsters in the snowy area are just right."

As soon as the shoulders were scorching hot, they were suppressed. Tan Qiao rubbed her shoulders, and after a long time, the master came to catch the coolies.

He couldn't help thinking of the hundreds of high-ranking monks in Frost City. The snow fox definitely didn't just harm Donghuang Mountain. True Monarch Fengwu's actions actually saved Xuehu's life. Wouldn't it cause the anger of many monks? ?

Sure enough, the male and female monks next door glared at this, but the master might have his own considerations, Tan Qiao hesitated and did not continue this topic.

After the court meal, Zhenjun Fengwu went back to his room to practice, saying that he wanted to catch monsters, but he was not in a hurry, as if he was waiting for something.

And Tan Qiao lost her memory, fearing that she would go into a rut due to chaotic practice, so she could only continue to circle around Frost City.

Frost City is much bigger than Qingmao Village, at least ten times larger. It is located at the junction of two continents, and the flow of people in Frost City is very large. Although the mortals here respect monks, it is not too much.

Not only mortals and monks, there are also many spirit monsters who like to pretend to be human in the city.

Because the aura is pure, even if a monk sees through its identity, he will not kill it. The aura is the basis for distinguishing spirit monsters from monsters. It is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world not to hurt spirit monsters.

There are a lot of novelties in the market in the city. It is the Lantern Festival recently. After nightfall, the streets are decorated with lights and festoons, and the people celebrate the festival enthusiastically. .

Tan Qiao had nothing to do, wandering the streets with a curious look on her face, when she was forced into a mandarin duck sachet by a woman she had never met before.

Just when he was standing in a daze, at a loss, the peddler who sold masks beside him suddenly said with a joke: "The sachet is hidden, and the belt is lightly divided. The Taoist priest is really lucky."

Even if he has no memory, Joe can still understand the erotic words. He turned his head and stared at the peddler in embarrassment, but was dazzled by the other party.

The peddler was wearing a loose red dress, with his black hair loose, and his clothes were more red than the lanterns on the side of the road. Compared with other peddlers, his business was very sluggish.

Facing the cunning fox mask with a smile on Fang's face, Tan Qiao's tone was cold: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know her at all!"

"Take Hua Cong's laziness and look back, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king, the Taoist priest really doesn't understand the style."

The peddler was still smiling, with one set of rhetoric after another, which made Tan Qiao's eyes twitch, wishing to cast a spell to shut his mouth.

No wonder he was the only one who was depressed in front of the booth. This person was just disheveled and couldn't speak well at all!

With a fire in her heart, Tan Qiao walked to the booth and fiddled with several fox-like masks: "The things are crudely made, but they are smooth-talking, just like this fox!"

Being ridiculed like this, the peddler was not angry. Instead, he leaned lazily on the side of the table, leaned on his chin and said, "The Taoist priest has a bright eye, so buy a mask. The Taoist priest is so beautiful, he is out of the house." But be careful."

What should he be careful about as a big man, when he was commented on his appearance with words that describe women, Tan Qiao gasped and laughed out of anger.

"You, a mortal, are worried about monks!"

"Offended, offended." The peddler apologized perfunctorily, and then waved his hand in front of him: "The Taoist priest moves without money, don't affect me, a mortal, doing business."

Although he didn't say it directly, the gesture and tone were clearly trying to drive him away, and the words said 'get away'!

Since he lost his memory, Tan Qiao has never suffered such a big embarrassment. Everyone said that the strength of this world is the most respected, but he was ridiculed and disgusted by a mortal. He didn't have the dignity of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

You must know that here, even if the monk kills the mortal who offends him, there will be no consequences. He just saw a live example a few days ago!

"you know me?"

Trying to restrain the anger in his heart, Tan Qiao decided that before he lost his memory, this peddler should be his enemy, otherwise how could he be so bold.

The peddler in bright red clothes tilted his head, as if he was looking at his face through the gap of the mask, his black hair swayed in the evening wind, and it looked a little glamorous under the brightly colored lights.

After a while, he turned his back and yawned, and said lightly, "I don't know."

Tan Qiao didn't believe it. After repeatedly confirming that the other party had no aura fluctuations and was just a mortal, he changed the way of asking: "Are you from Zhongzhou?"

Jiuchong Mountain is located in Zhongzhou, and almost all the villages passing by know him as a disciple of Fengwu Zhenjun.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but for a moment, Tan Qiao felt that the smile on the fox mask faded a lot.

"Zhongzhou? There is Yueyang in front of Zhongzhou, and Fengwu in the back. It's really outstanding, it's just a hassle to go there."

The peddler was slender and smooth, not like a carver's hand at all.

When speaking, his fingers brushed the mask lightly, not only did his movements be tender, but his voice also became sweet and greasy, complaining coquettishly as if being coquettish.

"Zhongzhou is too far away. I am a mortal from the Snowy Region. Like the girl just now, I have never met Taoist Priest. How can I say we know each other?"

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