Male supporting role guide [Quick Transmigration]

"Are you stupid? That must be Qing Huizun's newly recruited disciple. I heard that His Majesty brought him back after he left the mountain gate. His Majesty has never accepted a disciple before, and I don't know why this person was accepted by His Majesty." As a disciple, he must have excellent talent, right?"

"Hmph, I can't see you, I can't even fly with a sword, I'm afraid I can't even compare to me? I don't know what kind of shit luck I have, so I was accepted as a disciple by Qing Huizun!"

"This uncle has only been in the door for a few months, and you have been in the door for two years, how can you compare?"

"Didn't you say that he has excellent talent? With excellent talent, how can he practice at the same speed as ordinary people? I think he can't even fly with a sword after a few months of entry. Is this also excellent talent?"

The other disciple looked at his disapproving eyes, probably afraid that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he would not listen, so he shook his head and stopped talking.

Most of Yue Xuzong's disciples admire Qing Huizun, and hope that one day they will be selected by him as a disciple and taught by him personally, but one day, suddenly, outside the sect, his master accepted an ordinary person who came from nowhere. As a disciple, this new disciple lives in a secluded place and there is no one to see when he goes out. It is inevitable that many disciples will not be convinced.

"In the last match, Liu Mosheng won!"

Liu Mosheng clasped his fists, and said to the human who was kicked out of the competition ring, "Accept." Then he walked under the high platform where the elders of Yuexu Sect were sitting, stood on the first step of the 99 steps, and faced the people on the high platform. Everyone performed a disciple salute, "Meet the master and all your lords!"

The old man Qing Xun looked at Liu Mosheng with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, you are the No.1 in this year's competition, not bad, junior brother, the remaining month, this disciple will be handed over to you."

Qing Hui was about to respond, but was suddenly interrupted by Ji Juewen, "Master, I have something to ask."

"What's the matter?" What is this brat who bullied my daughter trying to do?

"You set the No.1 lottery as my master's January teaching, but the master didn't agree. If my master doesn't want to, I think you have nothing to do." Ji Juewen said calmly, but his tone was very serious Determined.

Qing Xun choked, although the younger brother did not clearly agree at the time, he did not refuse either. According to the temperament of the younger brother, not refusing means agreeing, so he decided on this as a lottery. The brat used it to choke him!

Qing Xun blew his beard and stared at Qing Hui, you don't care about your apprentice? !

Although Qing Hui was a little surprised by Ji Juewen's actions at this time, he still shook his head in the face of Qing Xun's questioning. If Zixiu didn't like it, then I wouldn't teach him.

Qing Xun was so angry that he wanted to wake up his junior brother!Is this still his junior?What's going on with such an apprentice-controlled look?What kind of ecstasy soup did that brat pour into his junior brother? !

Qing Xun was so angry that he almost jumped, but who knows, he heard Ji Juewen say slowly, "But the lottery has already been decided, and my master can't refuse rashly. How about this, I will have a competition with my nephew, if my nephew wins?" If you lose me, then the lottery will not change."

Among the disciples of Yuexu Sect, apart from the sect master and the disciples of the elders, Ji Juewen, as the first disciple of Qing Hui, can be called nephew.

"Okay, then Mosheng is about to offend, Master Uncle, please." Before Qing Xun could agree, Liu Mosheng had already answered, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and leaped onto the competition stage.

Liu Mosheng has also heard about this person, so he knows that this person has only been a student for a few months, and he has studied hard for three years. Now that Ji Juewen makes such a request, he feels quite underestimated. He knew that such a competition was unfair, but in front of Qing Huizun, whom he admired, he complied impulsively.

It wasn't until the flying competition stage that Liu Mosheng's intelligence came back again. He couldn't help feeling annoyed, such an unfair competition, even if he won, he would not win by martial arts. Besides, that person is His Excellency's disciple after all, so he doesn't know what His Higher will think of him .

But at this time there is no way out, not to mention the temptation to be personally taught by the lord is indeed very great, how can he be willing to be sidetracked when his dream is close at hand.At worst, he put some water in the competition, so that the person's loss would not be so ugly, and it could be regarded as saving the person's face.

Thinking of this in his heart, Liu Mosheng finally settled down.

Ji Juewen was still standing on the high platform, and returned a serious look to Qing Hui's gaze, "Master, don't worry, I will win."

"How are you going to win? Then Liu Mosheng's cultivation is already at the early stage of foundation establishment, and your cultivation time is still short, so I'm afraid you just started... You have already reached the foundation establishment?!" Qing Xun originally just looked at it casually, originally thought it was short No matter how many months, no matter how talented a genius is, he is only at the peak of the Qi Refining Period. Who would have thought that he could see a Foundation Establishment just by looking at it.

Is it so easy to cultivate to build a foundation now? !Although he was speechless, Qing Xun continued to persuade:

"...Although you have already established the foundation, the big competition in the sect is held every three years, and it is specially held for new disciples. The disciples who enter the sect can only participate once in a lifetime. Many disciples wait until they have completed three years of cultivation and feel that they are capable enough to come. For the competition, although you have also reached the Foundation Establishment this time, it is still difficult to win without actual combat, why don't you just forget it this time..."

Qing Xun said a lot of earnest words, just to persuade Ji Juewen not to go down, but he also wanted to let Ji Juewen go down to suffer and avenge his daughter, but Liu Mosheng's cultivation is not bad.

If there is a big difference in cultivation between the two, it will be easy to hold back, but if the difference is not too big, the sword has no eyes, and if he can't hold back for a while and suffers some serious injuries, judging by his conniving attitude towards this disciple, he is not good either Explain to the younger brother.

However, Ji Juewen didn't react at all after listening to it. A sword trick called Yu Huijian, and Yujian landed neatly on the competition stage.

Just now, because the elder who acted as a referee announced that there would be a competition between the two, but Ji Juewen didn't come down for a long time, there was a lot of discussion, and some disciples who said that they didn't know how to get down shut up for a moment.

"Master, please." Liu Mosheng cupped his hands.

"Please." Ji Juewen held Yu Huijian in one hand, and put the other hand behind his back, and nodded.

"The contest begins—"

The moment the referee's voice fell, Ji Juewen was already in front of him. Liu Mosheng was startled, and turned around to dodge, but was blocked by Ji Juewen's sword. The scabbard slammed on Liu Mosheng's shoulder bone, breaking He wants to fight back!

Liu Mosheng was startled, and concentrated his spiritual power on his feet, trying to distance the two of them, but saw Ji Juewen knocking several places in front of him with the scabbard in his hand, and another dodge landed behind Liu Mosheng. The scabbard hit again, Liu Mosheng's eyes widened, before he understood how Ji Juewen did it, his whole body went numb, and his body fell to the ground!

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

"Concession." Ji Juewen cupped his hands.

"How did he do that?"

"I don't know! His speed is so fast! I can't see clearly at all!"

"How is this possible? How is it possible that he has only just started for a few months?!"

"What happened just now? He just knocked Senior Brother Liu a few times, and the sword didn't pay for it. Why did Senior Brother Liu fall to the ground?"

Most of the disciples in the audience were confused, but some disciples with advanced cultivation bases frowned tightly.

"You guys don't have enough cultivation to see clearly. This uncle is the first to make a move like thunder. From your point of view, the uncle only knocked a few times, but in fact, this move has already made dozens of moves. Every time Every move will imply a trace of spiritual power that is as thin as a silver needle piercing into Junior Brother Liu's acupoints, and after dozens of times like this, Junior Brother Liu is almost defeated with no power to fight back."

"I didn't expect that in just a few short months, my uncle would be so strong. Has he really only practiced for a few months? Could it be that the rumors are wrong?"

"No matter what, my uncle has such abilities at such a young age. He is already a genius in the sky. It's no wonder that Qing Huizun, who has never accepted apprentices, is also moved to accept apprentices."

"Hey, I was still dissatisfied with my uncle before, but now it seems..."

"..."

Ji Juewen didn't care what everyone in the audience was talking about. He flew back to the high platform, glanced at Qing Hui, who was still a little dazed, and said to Qing Xun, "Uncle Master, Master, this month's time , the nephew took it back."

Qing Xun was speechless, waved his sleeves, "Go, go!" Out of sight, out of mind.

Ji Juewen put down his hands, then walked up to Qing Hui, stared at him for a long time, saw that he looked uncomfortable, the corners of his mouth curled up in a pleasant arc, and he stretched out his hand, "Master, let's go. "

Qing Hui was shaken by the smile on his face, and subconsciously put his hand on his.

The smile on the corner of Ji Juewen's mouth widened a bit, "Master took me with the sword when I came, and Zixiu also wanted to take the master with the sword when I went."

"Master, come."

The wind in Yuexu Sect carried a trace of the pure aura unique to the cultivation world after being washed by spiritual energy, and it hit Qing Hui's face, slightly cooling his scalding face.

Ji Juewen made a formula in his hand, just like what Qing Hui did when he came here, and formed a barrier around the two of them to keep the wind out, "Master, hold me tight."

Qing Hui was scalded by his voice, and his face, which had been cooled by the cool wind, quietly turned red again. After hesitating for a while, he still pursed his lips and gently hugged Ji Juewen's thin waist.

Gradually, Qing Hui's hands became tighter and tighter. At some point, his face was already leaning against Ji Juewen's back. At this moment, Qing Hui couldn't feel anything. He was like a person whose four senses were closed. For a person who is in a state of anxiety, only the fresh breath he smells from the person in front of him can make him feel at peace like never before.

What he did today, can I think that he also has a little... like me?

Even if it's just liking for Master.

……

"Impossible! He will never like you! Do you think there is anything worthy of liking in you? You are cold, dull, and ignorant of feelings. Apart from a good appearance, what else is worthy of liking?"

"Ha ha ha ha - don't deceive yourself! I am your demon, and I am the one who understands you best! No one likes you! No one will like you! Neither will he!"

Qing Hui was lying on the bed in the room, opened his eyes suddenly, and showed a wicked smile, "He won't like you, Bingcui."

The author has something to say: Qing Qian: You are cold, you are dull, you have low EQ!

Qing Hui: ...

Qing Qian: No one will like you!

Qing Hui: ...

Qing Qian: He won't either!

Qing Hui: ... (heart-wrenching)

Qing Qian: Because he wants to like me!

Qing Hui: ...