Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The candidates for the monks to preach in the dojo were pre-determined, but for some reason, the long-renowned Songcheng monk at the peak of Jindan did not show up, but was replaced by a strange man with silver hair and white robes and a mask covering his face.

That person was too unfamiliar to the disciples who came to listen to the sermon.Inevitably, some people complained in a low voice: "Why isn't he the True Monarch of Song Cheng?"

"I just snatched the seat with my Taoist companion when I heard that Song Cheng Zhenjun was coming."

"Hey, bad luck..."

Their complaints hadn't stopped yet, Yun Shu had already put on her clothes and walked onto the stage.He glanced across the stage and saw the black-haired monk who was covering his figure and standing with a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly.

And when Yun Shu began to preach, the clear voice came into the dojo, and the discussions among monks and disciples stopped immediately.

What the strange monk on the stage said was just the most basic way of introducing Qi into the body and building a nine-grade platform.But his method was very subversive, making it difficult for these disciples to accept it for a while, but they couldn't find a point of refutation.Afterwards, it gradually led people to go deeper, and the Taoism taught suddenly became more profound, and the disciples were even more unable to comprehend it, but it was very mysterious, and felt a kind of joy of suddenly opening the spiritual orifice.

This can only be achieved by preaching by very profound monks.

Although I can't understand it, it can also explain the realm of this powerful man on the platform.

The monks who complained before were a little ashamed for a while, and they all kept silent.

However, dozens of Golden Core True Monarchs rushed to this place in a hurry, and some of them even stopped to preach on the way.They found a seat and sat upright, looking up at the stage, their eyes were filled with amazement and awe, and among them there was even Song Cheng Zhenjun, who had just been discussed by his disciples for not being present.

Disciples: "...hiss."

Did you Jindan Zhenjun also come to listen to the sermon?

Among the crowd of monks, there was naturally Jin Wu.

He heard that there was a supernatural power in the southern ashram, and although he knew that he was only half a step of Nascent Soul cultivation, he still came here with some hope.

If he is still unsuccessful, it is better to ask others than to ask himself - he will heal his injuries one day, return to the big world, and let those plotters pay back one by one.

Jin Wu closed his eyes tightly, pursed his lips slightly, and looked a bit chilly.Seeing such a lively and handsome young man, the other monks wanted to talk to him, but they were also scared away by his indifference.

The sound of the Dao is clear and clear, and it is scattered around the Daotai. Those who can listen are fascinated.

And Jin Wu only took the first step, and knew that this move was right.

The power in front of him is definitely not limited to the cultivation base of Nascent Soul!

Ecstasy spread to his chest in an instant, Jin Wu suppressed his bursting emotions, and sat down on the stage steadily, but his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably.

When the joy was suppressed, Jin Wu concentrated on it, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Even though he was wearing a mask, the great power on the platform gave him an unusual sense of familiarity.Jin Wu's eyes were bewildered, his figure swayed slightly, and he finally figured out where this sense of familiarity came from.

The great power in front of him is too similar to... the one from the Mingling Sword Sect.

But that old ancestor was rarely seen by Mingling disciples, so how could he appear in the lower world, and even preached to a group of foundation-building monks.This scene was so absurd that no one would believe it even if Jin Wu publicized it everywhere.

At this time, the sermon on the podium also ended.

The silver-haired monks are not like those monks who need three to five days to talk, but only take half an hour before giving up the platform.At this time, the cultivators who had comprehended it were not yet satisfied, and even the True Monarch of Song City who followed him repeatedly cupped his hands, signaling that he dared not go forward.

Yun Shu just ignored them, he was going to find Ji Zhuixing.

The figure that fled away finally made Jin Wu wake up from his self-doubt.He hesitated and made a decision.

Few people know the origin of Fire Phoenix Sect and Yun Shu Patriarch.

Yun Shu also has the blood of the real phoenix, and is of the same family as the Huofeng Zongyuan.This matter was when Jin Wu's grandfather was about to cross the catastrophe, if he felt that he might fall this time, he told Jin Wu.

They used to be connected by blood. If one day Jinwu fell into disaster, the ancestor Yunshu would also help him because of the karma connection.

Jin Wu's emotions towards Yun Shu are actually very complicated.

He used to admire Yun Shu very much or because of the natural attraction between his blood.Later, because of that incident many years ago, this admiration gradually turned into disgust.

Yun Shu was so ruthless and decisive that it made people's teeth chill.

But it was unbearable to watch his hopes come to nothing, coupled with the heavy doubts in his heart, Jin Wu still made a decision after deliberation.He forced out the blood and formed the spell, and at the moment the spell was completed, the traction between the blood made his heart jump slightly, and he looked in the direction where the silver-haired monk left, and he had confirmed his guess.

No matter how unbelievable, that person is indeed Patriarch Yun Shu!

And in the same way, Yun Shu who was beside Ji Jiexing felt something.

He glanced in one direction very secretly, his lips were slightly pursed, and his steps were hurried.

Ji Zhaixing was smiling at this time, talking to Yun Shu about his performance in preaching just now.Explained in simple terms, very well said.

The young man's eyes seemed to be full of stars, extremely bright and soft; Yun Shu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes fell on the person beside him inadvertently and then quickly retracted, appearing a little helpless and anxious.

The desire to stay with Ji Zhaixing for a longer time was intertwined with the uneasy premonition. When reaching the peak, Yun Shu interrupted his words in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have a private matter, first——"

No one expected that Jin Wu would be able to catch up with the guidance of his blood at this moment.He panted slightly, and said loudly: "Patriarch Yunshu, please stay still. The Fire Phoenix Sect has something to ask from Jinwu!"

Jin Wu didn't hide it, and didn't notice at all that there was a monk with black hair and white clothes next to the ancestor.

Yun Shu froze slightly because of his identity being called out all of a sudden, because he was used to being cold-faced, so he didn't look too ugly.

The intense heartbeat made Yun Shu worry about being discovered by Ji Zhuixing, but her voice was still steady: "I don't know him."

Yin Hong's robe was slightly moved, and Jin Wu caught up with the two of them, then knelt down on one knee and saluted, explaining his current situation earnestly and decisively in his voice.

He was plotted against by people around him, his dantian was damaged and his realm fell, and now he can't go back to the upper world, so it's not good to spend time in the small world.I only hope that the ancestor Yunshu will bring him back, and the Fire Phoenix Sect will reward the ancestor heavily.

Don't mention the blood relationship between them, they are just strange monks, the young master of the Fire Phoenix Sect is so sincere and sincere, and what he asks is not too much.

But now Yun Shu...he was about to faint.

Facing Ji Zhaixing's narrow eyes, Yun Shu suddenly became flustered, but he just repeated stiffly: "It has nothing to do with me."

It looks very unconvincing.

This time Jin Wu heard it clearly, and curled his lips slightly, thinking that he was indeed the hard-hearted ancestor Yun Shu.It's so hard to decide one person.

Before Jin Wu could speak again, the black-haired monk who was not in his eyes suddenly turned around, and said in a gentle voice, "It's an old friend."

"We met in Ming Ling Jianzong, and you also hurt your leg at that time." Ji Zhuixing's eyes fell on Jin Wu's half-curved foot, and his bright red lips were as beautiful and eye-catching as spring flowers, "Why? So careless? Kid."

Jin Wu's left foot was crushed by those people, and he couldn't get any good elixir in the small world, so he only used spiritual energy to nourish it, leaving sequelae.He has a strong temper, and he doesn't want others to see it, so he endures it.Only occasionally, inadvertently, it will be revealed that the left foot is a little lame.

Just this one question was intertwined with the memories of the past, and they came one after another.

Jin Wu didn't notice it for a while, but his expression became forbearance and aggrieved at that moment.

The author has something to say: Yun Shu: Thank you for your concern, I am not familiar with Yun Shu.