Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

Bai Jing was looking up at the rusty sword, when he suddenly felt the little fox in his sleeve stretch out his claws and scratch the back of his hand.

There was no one around, so he took the little fox out of his sleeve, kissed him habitually, and said, "What's wrong with Fanfan?"

Jiang Yan was stuffed in his sleeve for a whole day, dizzy, and was finally released, struggling to breathe fresh air, when he heard this, he rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Bai Jing was not annoyed, and buried his head in kissing the furry head several times, accidentally losing a few fox furs on the way.

Jiang Yan:! ! !

You fucking shut up!

I'm going bald!

Sensing Jiang Yan's anger, Bai Jing coughed and apologized humbly for a long time before finally getting a second roll of eyes.

Bai Jing kissed again contentedly.

Jiang Yan: ...

I will blame you for being bald in the future.

Thinking this way, he jumped off the ground from Bai Jing's hand, and then ran to the top of the lonely peak in front of him.

At this moment, his speed is really fast. In just a few blinks, the snow-white ball of hair has already run hundreds of feet high, and appeared on the top of the mountain, circling around the rusty sword, as if the rusty sword is some kind of fun The toys made him forget about his usual reserve.

Bai Jing couldn't help but wondered if he ran so slowly in the past because he deliberately let himself catch up, so that he could become his owner.

When Bai Jing also reached the top of the mountain, Jiang Yan had already pulled the whole rusty sword out of the stone.

The Rusty Sword is indeed a Rusty Sword.

The scabbard was stained with rust, and the pattern could not be seen clearly.

Pulling out the sword, the sound made when the blade rubbed against the sheath was so harsh that Jiang Yan couldn't help scratching his ears.

Looking at it again, you can see that the blade of the sword is rusty and is about to be damaged. It gives people a feeling that a pile of rust will crackle and fall off when you touch it lightly. People can't help but doubt that this sword is really still a soul. sword?

Really, just relying on the damaged half of the formula moves, as long as you are careful not to make mistakes, you can display the corresponding spirit sword of the huge power of the closed moon swordsmanship?

Holding such doubts, Bai Jing cut his fingers, meditated, and carefully dripped blood on the sword.

The crimson light flashed past, almost to the point where Bai Jing thought he had missed the drop of blood.

Take a closer look at the Rusty Sword, it is obvious that it has been dripped with blood, but the rust on it has not changed at all, and the whole sword has not been reborn, turning into a dazzling spirit sword, as if it is really a useless sword, which cannot be reproduced on the jade slip. The so-called posture of covering the clouds and closing the moon.

Covering the clouds and closing the moon——

When Bai Jing looked at the jade slips at that time, the scene that appeared in his mind made him unforgettable for a long time, and he still remembers it to this day.

Bai Jing sensed it for a while, and made sure that the sword had become his natal spirit sword, so he put the sword back into its sheath, hugged the little fox in one hand, and left the place with the sword in the other.

After he walked out of the center of the sword pool, he heard a "bang", and a mountain collapsed.

Turning his head, he saw that the mountain that collapsed was exactly the lonely peak where Rust Sword Guanyue was.

Bai Jing vaguely understood something, touched the damaged hilt of the sword thoughtfully, then turned around and continued walking forward.

When they arrived at the entrance of Dejian Pool, many people also chose their swords and came back.

Bai Jing looked over and found that the swords they chose were all high-quality spiritual swords, either radiant or imposing, but in his hand was a sword that was rusted to the point of breaking, which was really useless.

Someone couldn't hold back and asked him, "Why did Senior Brother Bai choose this sword?"

Bai Jing thought for a while and said, "Fate."

"This sword is not very good. Brother Bai, don't you hurry up and change it?"

"no need."

"Brother Bai, listen to my advice, if you don't change the sword, you will regret it later."

"will not."

But Sun Hai recognized the rusty sword in Bai Jing's hand at a glance.

He suddenly looked a little subtle.

How many years have passed, and there are still people who are bewitched by the half-volume jade slips, abandoning other spiritual swords and foolishly choosing such a useless closed moon?

Originally, because of Sun Youwei's face, Sun Hai shouldn't give advice to Bai Jing, but at this moment he couldn't hold back no matter what, and finally said: "Bai Jing, this sword is a useless sword. None of the techniques can be used, so you can change it."

Hearing this, Bai Jing was a little surprised.

It's strange to say that in the past two days, he severely damaged Sun Youwei's face, caused Sun Youwei's reputation to plummet, and caused Sun Youwei to take a lot of precious elixir before healed his injuries. As an elder, It was very rare for Sun Hai not to trouble him. Now that he chose a "useless sword", he should turn a blind eye or add fuel to the fire. Why did he take the initiative to remind him to change the sword?

Could it be that this is a new way of dealing with people?

The vigilance against Sun Hai rose again in his heart, but Bai Jing remained calm on the face, shaking his head and said: "Thank you Deacon Sun for your kindness, I have a destiny with this sword, and I don't want to change it."

Sun Haidao: "...Many people said before that it was related to this sword."

But no one can make it play its true power.

Zheyun and closed moon only exist in the jade slips, and in the illusory legends, except for the first owner of the closed moon who had the complete jade slip, there is no second person who can use the closed moon to close the moon.

So after so many years, Guan Yue still has this rusty appearance, sleeping quietly in the sword pond, and no one mentions it.

Bai Jing still shook his head: "Deacon Sun, I really don't need it, I will choose it."

Seeing that he insisted on this, Sun Hai didn't try to persuade him any more, he just said: "It's up to you."

After waiting for a while, the rest of the people also chose their swords and returned. Sun Hai took them out of the sword pool, arranged a temporary residence for them, and said that tomorrow the suzerain and the elders of the inner sect will summon them. They're out of luck.

After Sun Hai left, all the disciples rested and meditated. Bai Jing stayed in the room for a while, and then quietly went out with the little fox.

When monks reach the foundation building stage, they can start bigu. Therefore, there are no canteens on the two mountains of the inner gate.

Bai Jing naturally didn't need to eat.

But the little fox was still young, and it was at the time of growing its body, so it had to eat at least one meal a day. Bai Jing took it back to the original thatched hut, caught spirit beasts and picked spirit fruits, and then quietly went back after feeding it. Not noticed by anyone - that's what he thought.

He didn't know that in order to observe the minds of the disciples so as to provide some suggestions for tomorrow's apprentices, Sun Hai said he was leaving, but in fact he hid in the dark and observed each of them.

Watching Bai Jing go back to the room, Sun Hai's eyes sank.

That fox spirit is a little unusual.

……

Before dawn, the sky was extremely dark and very quiet.

In this silence, there is a shadow as fast as a ghost, flashing past the window.

Bai Jing was awakened immediately.

He opened his eyes, subconsciously hugged the little fox with one hand, picked up the closed moon with the other, and stared cautiously at the window.

"Whoosh."

There was a slight sound of the wind, and the shadow of the lamp flickered, and the shadow came again.

This time, he didn't leave in a flash, but shot out a few stones and set up a formation that could prevent the sound from coming out. Fang broke in through the window, his five fingers became claws, and caught the little fox in Bai Jing's hand in one fell swoop. .

When the spirit fox got it, the shadow flickered slightly, and then flew out of the window, and quickly went away under the night.

"Fantastic!"

Bai Jing was shocked, and followed him with his sword without thinking.

The night was too dark, the shadow was too fast, Bai Jing's throat was about to bleed, Fang barely kept up.

Sweeping around, I found that they had come to the back mountain.

Who is this person?

Bai Jing pondered, seeing that he was so familiar with Guiyuanzong, could it be that he was from the sect?

If it is a member of the sect, there are so many spirit foxes here in the back mountain, why do you want to take away his Fanfan?

With Fanfan's ability, after being captured by this person, she couldn't resist?

So what kind of cultivation is this person, a real person, a true monarch, or...

Daojun?

In the dark, the shadow in front was running towards the high place, and Bai Jing followed closely, without noticing, snow gradually accumulated under the feet, and the surrounding streams and rivers were all frozen into ice. They actually reached the highest point of the back mountain .

When I got here, I don't know if I was annoyed by Bai Jing, or I think this is an excellent hiding place. Even if someone is dead, he will not be discovered immediately. With great power, he slapped Bai Jing's chest.

Bai Jing's eyes sharpened, regaining Fanfan's heart gained the upper hand, he did not flinch, and quickly raised his palm to face her.

"boom!"

The vast spiritual power exploded suddenly, Bai Jing didn't say a word, but he was seriously injured.

There is pain everywhere in the body, many meridians are broken, and a few bones seem to be broken.

He was vomiting blood continuously from his mouth, and his body was also bleeding non-stop. Bai Jing was slapped back a few feet away by this palm, so that the snow and ice were covered with blood before he could barely stop.

He fell on the frozen river, unable to exert any strength from the pain all over his body.

However, she still gritted her teeth, stood up abruptly, staggered towards the man, and said in a trembling voice, "Give me back...Give me back Fanfan..."

He walked with difficulty, and every time he took a step, he seemed to fall at the next step.

Looking behind him, step by step, there are bloody footprints.

The little fox looked at him, his crimson pupils were filled with tears, but he couldn't move at all and was completely controlled.

The man held the fox's tail upside down and was also looking at Bai Jing.

Xu Yu walked a few steps closer, and said with a smile, "Fanfan? An animal with a name?"

"Fanfan is not an animal." Bai Jing's voice was almost hoarse, looking at the man's bloodshot eyes, full of killing intent, "Fanfan is my family, you give me back Fanfan!"

The man smiled and said, "No."

After speaking, he clapped again.

This time the palm was stronger than before, causing Bai Jing to fall all over the air, and Fang fell heavily on the ice.

The meridians all over his body were cut off, and all the bones were broken. Bai Jing lay there, unable to get up again.

"It's a pity to be so badly wounded for an animal."

The man sighed without sincerity, and immediately took advantage of the last twilight to fly away with the little fox in his hand.

The snow-white little fox was taken away without any resistance, and the blood-soaked boy was lying on the ice, staring at the shadow that was fading away, his eyes were filled with red, like blood that could not be melted, it was shocking.