Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Dongxi is driving, and the white fish are red and black.The purple air comes from the east, Jing Xingqingyun.

That's why among all schools of Taoism, the east is the other respect, and the green dragon and seven constellations perform their respective duties.The second kangsu belongs to gold, the front inherits the horn, and the back connects the disu. It is the dragon's neck, guarded by the dragon's horn, and the changer drives the whole body, so it is Dorje.On the top, Xuanming respectfully celebrates the sky, and takes care of the nine kingdoms; on the bottom, he is in charge of human plagues, strong winds, hurricanes, hundreds of medicines, national teachers, three princes, and the ranks of the five old officials.

Under the clear light of January, the stars are dark, and the clouds rise like waves.

In the Far East, the mountains stretched and patrolled.Vigorous and strange, heavy with fog.The people say that non-sages are not allowed to enter, and non-immortals are not allowed to enlighten.But only monks understand that this is where the Lixiang sect of the first view, the second sect, and the third sect resides.

At the end of Chou and the beginning of Yin, Li Xiangzong's apse.

Someone sits cross-legged, and the 49 yarrow roots in front of them will complete three changes and six lines.He stared at the original hexagram that he got this night, and sighed quietly for a long time.

A man with hair full of silver hair stood beside him, and said in a low voice: "Zhengxuan, how about it?"

"Senior Brother Zhengqing..." The cross-legged man sighed again, "Let's report to the sect master, the destiny is like this, you can't force it."

Elder Zhengqing swayed slightly: "Really, there is no way?"

"Life and death are in danger." Elder Zhengxuan stood up and looked at it again and was about to shake his head, but when he looked back, he saw his senior brother's face was painful, so he raised the yarrow that he took off at the tip of his left finger and comforted him, "Dayan's number five Ten, nine out of forty."

"The number of seven or seven." Elder Zhengqing's eyes lit up, but he frowned again, "It really is a chance of life."

Zhengxuan's long sleeves were slightly rolled up, and all the yarrow had been collected in his bag: "If the senior brother of the sect still has doubts, Zhengxuan should take the Xuanjia fate chart and make a divination."

"That's all." Elder Zhengqing lowered his eyes and sighed, "Junior Brother Zhengyang has such a calamity, it is also destiny."

Elder Zhengxuan paused and said: "The matter of accepting disciples tomorrow..."

"He never pays attention to these trifles of the sect, don't bother him to clean up." Elder Zhengqing turned around, "A disciple reported that there are many ghosts infested at the foot of the mountain, and the senior brother of the sect has ordered you to send Junior Brother Zhengxiao to lead thirty disciples to a place. Find out."

"Yes, brother."

"—Yang, Zhengyang, Elder Zhengyang, Senior Brother Zhengyang!"

There was a noise like a magic voice, and the meditating people on the futon frowned in displeasure.The voice didn't seem to call him, and he vowed not to give up, and called several times. Finally, as if helpless, he roared jokingly: "Ou! Yang! Ting!"

Only then did the futon master slowly open his eyes, he was instantly dazed and then he was completely clear.He raised his hand slightly, and removed the shackles from the wooden door in front of him: "Junior Brother Zhengxiao."

A paper crane flapped its wings and flew in front of it, saying: "Brother Zhengyang is up?"

"It just so happens that I finished a big week." The Taoist got up and straightened his sleeves, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you call me Ouyang Ting just now?"

The paper crane flapped its wings for a moment, and circled around him admiringly: "Hey senior brother, even if you are an elder of our Lixiang Sect now, your common name also represents a good memory."

Ouyang Ting snorted, seemingly unintentionally glanced at Southeast.

The paper crane was so frightened that it immediately flew outside the door, and stuck its head out tremblingly: "I didn't want to disturb senior brother, but today is a new disciple's entry, and I was suddenly sent by the head senior brother to get rid of the demon—"

"Huh?" Ouyang Ting had a sword in his hands under his wide sleeves.

"It's just that I heard that there are a few with good qualifications. I think you have no apprentices, brother—"

"Not interested." Ouyang Ting heard the sound of the bell from the main hall, raised his eyebrows and left these three words, then walked away.

The paper crane made two beeps, and had no choice but to ignite a ball of flames and dissipate in smoke.

When the bell stopped, Ouyang Ting was already standing beside the blue waves on the top of Lixiangzong Mountain.Slowly drew out the sword, turned to face the sparkling light in the pool, and started practicing sword today.

After he had practiced the sword technique a hundred times, it was the first quarter of noon.Scanning the scorching sun on the zenith, Ouyang Ting flashed back to the Lijian Peak where he considered himself.

Refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return emptiness, refining emptiness to combine Taoism.Now that I have just entered Mahayana, I think I should consolidate my cultivation and accumulate strength until I reach perfection.As for enlightenment by a ray of spiritual light, I can only say one thing, the opportunity comes at the right time.

After thinking so, Ouyang Ting turned back and sat on the futon, closing his eyes again.

It's just that the operation this time is not as good as before.His mental thoughts drifted away as if uncontrollably, and the moment seemed like an eternity.

When I was young, I determined to climb the immortal path, worshiped in the sect, cultivated and enlightened the Tao, practiced the sword of the three thousand sects to rectify it-but in an instant, I didn’t know why I went to another world, I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t say what I said sincerely, I couldn’t control my fate, and everything in the world was difficult.The helpless and sinking tragedy made him feel terrified and helpless.

The road ahead is long and at a loss, and the way to come is indistinct.The world is so vast that I don't know where to go.He wanted to crush Ling Xiao, but his destiny was hard to escape.Death and fall, between night and day.

Who can save me, who can I redeem?

Ouyang Ting suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel a thin sweat.

What was that just now.

Ouyang Ting held the Zhengyang sword at his waist, his mind was clear, but his memories were covered by clouds, and he couldn't remember anything.

Devil?No.Fantasy?Neither.Could it be that he has fallen into some kind of sorcery, but how can there be Xiao Xiaoyao in Lixiang Sect.

Just when he was puzzled, there was still noise outside the door.

still?

Ouyang Ting was startled, then raised his hand slightly, and removed the shackles from the wooden door in front of him: "...Junior Brother Zhengxiao."

A paper crane flapped its wings and flew in front of it, saying: "Brother Zhengyang is up?"

"..."

The paper crane circled around him: "Hey, my good senior brother, I know you just finished a big week at this moment, so you must be free!"

Ouyang Ting couldn't help frowning: "How?"

The paper crane flew closer to please: "I didn't want to disturb senior brother, but today is a new disciple's entry, and junior brother, I was suddenly sent by the head senior brother to remove the demon—"

"Huh?" Ouyang Ting couldn't help calling out the sword and holding it in his hand.

The paper crane trembled and flew out the door, cautiously sticking out half of its head: "It's just that I heard that there are a few with good qualifications, thinking that you have no apprentices, brother—"

Ouyang Ting stood up suddenly: "Junior Brother Zhengxiao!"

"Okay, okay, if we don't go, we won't go." The paper crane trembled, and immediately ignited and dissipated the smoke.

Ouyang Ting frowned, just when he heard the bell coming from the hall.

True and false, vaguely like a dream.

Ouyang Ting shook his head, and practiced his sword by the lakeside on the top of the mountain as usual.Still stop at the beginning of noon, stepping on the clouds and turning back to Lijian Peak.

I was lucky in meditation, but this time I couldn't concentrate and hold my breath.His own cultivation in the Mahayana period is also rare in today's cultivation world.However, in the nearly 300 years since Xiangzong, no one has ascended to Taoism, and his position in various factions has faintly declined.Ouyang Ting thought of Master Qingxu's entrustment before the failure of crossing the catastrophe, he couldn't help but sighed, and finally wanted to meditate.

When I was in a trance, some strange things and scenes flooded into my mind.He lived in the soul of another person as if possessing a body, and saw that the person was orphaned at a young age, and only his younger brother depended on him for life.The flood was raging and displaced.After going to Beijing, he was rescued by the prince of the royal family.He devoted himself to learning martial arts and only hoped to repay his kindness.

pity……

A sword pierced through the chest, and the pain pierced the heart.

Ouyang Ting suddenly opened his eyes, gasped and raised his hands to cover his heart, still feeling a dull pain.In a blink of an eye, there is a faint light coming through the window, but I don't remember the dream just now.

Ouyang Ting frowned deeply, the cultivator also foretells the dream warning.But I have forgotten the details, even looking for Junior Brother Zhengxuan, I'm afraid it will be useless.After thinking about it like this, he put down his hands, got up and grasped the sword, intending to go to the top of the mountain.

At this time, a voice came from the door: "Brother Zhengyang is up?"

Ouyang Ting's fingertips holding the sword trembled slightly, he opened the door and said in displeasure, "What's the matter?"

The same paper cranes from the previous two days flew over again, and chirped: "Hey, my good brother, I know you just finished a big week at this moment, so you must be free!"

"...Brother Sect Leader sent you down the mountain to collect demons?"

The paper crane paused for a moment, and then flew closer with a strange cry: "Brother Zhengyang, you also know?! My life is so miserable——"

"You yesterday..." Ouyang Ting frowned, "When did it happen?"

"Just half an hour ago." The origami crane circled around him aggrievedly, "I wanted to pick two good ones for the new disciples starting today. I heard that there are a few with good qualifications this time—" —”

Ouyang Ting's heart moved: "Today is the new disciple starting?"

"...I said Senior Brother Zhengyang, even if you concentrate on cultivating, you can't completely ignore the affairs of the sect, right?" The paper crane flew towards him angrily, as if it wanted to peck his forehead.

Ouyang Ting flicked his index finger, and the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

The paper crane trembled and immediately backed out of the door, poked its head out aggrievedly and said, "I'm not thinking about Senior Brother, you don't have an apprentice—"

Ouyang Ting frowned and said, "Go ahead, I have my own reasons."

The paper crane made two oh-oh sounds, and it turned into a little fireworks and dispersed.

Ouyang Ting pursed his lips, cast a few curses into the room with his backhand, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was a little uncertain.

The magic circles or treasures that go back in time only exist in legends, and have long since disappeared into the vast universe.If it still exists today, this heaven-defying thing would have been struck by lightning long ago.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Ting was even more disturbed.The reality of the dream... With his cultivation base, it might not be easy to plot against him.But repeat it three times, and you can no longer deceive yourself.What is wrong-

At this time, the bell of the main hall came from the ear, and Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows slightly.Wang Wang hall pondered for a moment, then fled away.

There are two ways to accept disciples from Xiangzong.One is that every Jiazi goes down the mountain to look for children with spiritual roots to bring back, and the other is that the children of the sect can go down the mountain to practice after they reach the Nascent Soul Stage, and they will also bring them back if they meet children who are compatible.

Today is the time to accept apprentices this year.

The sun rises in the east, swallows the clouds and chases the fog, and there are occasional residual stars at the corner of the sky, which disappear at this moment.But a flat boat pierced through the clouds and waves, listening to the bells and drums in the ears, and sailing against the wind.There were about thirty young children in that small boat, most of them were staring at the mountains of the Eastern Land at this moment, whispering in their mouths.

But there was a boy in the middle, who looked like John Twelve and Thirteen, and was not with the other boys.He sat cross-legged in a corner of the small boat, swept across the approaching Xiangshan Mountain, couldn't help clenching his fists, and murmured: "Master..."

"It's here——" A girl was so happy to see the pavilions and flags looming in the mountains, she looked around and turned around, "Why don't you come and see, Fengwu?"

That Feng Wu shook his head, the girl couldn't help but approached him and tilted her head to look at him: "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." Feng Wu shook his head.

Another boy leaning on the porthole sneered: "This kind of poor boy with no father and no mother was selected by luck, so he is afraid now?!"

"Fang Bairong, what nonsense are you talking about!" The girl was so angry that she jumped up to argue with him.

"Yu Xin, if my uncle didn't entrust me to take care of you, I wouldn't bother to talk to you!"

"You! Who wants you to take care of me!" The girl glared at him fiercely.

The guide disciple on the boat gave a low cough, and the two children stopped talking.Fang Bairong glared at Feng Wu angrily, but Feng Wu bowed his head and remained silent, with a preoccupied look on his face.

After a while, the boat sank slightly and stopped at the foot of the mountain.

All the boys went down one by one, and when they stood still, they saw the majestic mountain gate in front of them.But there are rugged mountains and vines covering the branches, and the flowers are blooming at a few points.Auspicious clouds and auspicious air in the distance cover the Fengque Dragon Tower.

And in front of the mountain gate stands a Taoist man, wearing pearls and wearing Danchi, with a purple ribbon and a gold medal.Receiving the disciple waved back the magic weapon, stepped forward to salute him: "Elder Zhengxuan."

"Thank you for your hard work." Elder Zhengxuan glanced at the children in front of him, "Is that them?"

"Exactly." The disciple bowed in response.

"That's it, let's go to the entrance examination." Elder Zhengxuan waved his hand, and there were stone steps suddenly appearing, and the continuous upwards were not as good as Yunshen.

When all the boys looked at each other blankly, there was a little boy who took the first step proudly.He turned around and gave Feng Wu a provocative smile, it was Fang Bairong who was unhappy with him in the boat earlier.Feng Wu snorted but didn't move. The little girl Yu Xin wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Fang Bairong.The rest of the boys chased after him in a daze, Feng Wu was the last one to step up the stone steps.

Elder Zhengxuan watched them go up the steps, he only sighed slightly and then disappeared.

Feng Wu, who was walking at the end, remained calm, but quietly clenched his fists in his sleeves, and said in his heart: Master, no matter what, I'm finally back.