Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Zhaixing still remembered that before he left, his master had long gray hair and was hale and hearty. Today, he still has that rather heroic and mature face, but a little tired.

"Master, Mistress," Ji Jiexing knelt down and raised his sleeves to salute, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and the wide cloud sleeves slipped slightly, revealing a thin and pale wrist, "I am unfilial, I have no expectations."

This movement is not large, but it slightly presses the wound.

His master's eyes narrowed slightly, his brows were frowned with annoyance, and he waved his sleeves and used his true essence to lift up Ji Zhaixing.

"What expectations can we have?" Tan Zongzhu said, "I only hope that you will change your temper, and I, Yu Shuizong, will not be so downcast that I can't afford to support you as a monk—"

His tone was not too good, but it made Master Ji Zhuixing raise her eyebrows, she twisted the suzerain slightly, and immediately pinched suzerain Tan's tongue, and there was not much bone left.

Ji Zhuixing lowered his head and suppressed a slight smile.

"Yes, Master."

He was trained with such a gentle temper, no matter how much the suzerain reprimanded him, he would die in his belly.He only went to check his injuries with a cold face.

The two teachers had a tacit understanding and didn't ask Ji Zaixing how the messy wounds all over his body came from.

It's not that you don't worry, it's because of the importance that you are extra cautious.

Ji Zhuixing saw some clues, so he only spoke softly.

His experience, consciously not tragic, is only an understatement when he describes it. Instead, he mentions anecdotes and anecdotes in the big world, and practicing exercises, which makes his two teachers can't help but look forward to it.

Finally, he stopped at the bone dissection, said that he had repaid his kindness, and then came back.

Ji Jiexing's tone was light and humorous, but when he came back, half of his body was almost soaked in blood, and the wounds running through his whole body seemed to be half dead. His two elders have not forgotten.

That Yunshu Immortal Elder originally rescued the Yushui Sect from the fire and water, and their whole sect was grateful for their kindness, but there was no reason for a young man to repay it.

Sect Master Yu Shui was slightly startled, lost his expression for a moment, and took a while to react, but his tightly pursed lips clearly showed what he was thinking at the moment.

"You have been wronged a lot."

The teacher's wife's smile was also slightly stiff, but in the blink of an eye, she returned to a gentle and loving look, and comforted her husband: "Since I'm back, I won't think about the past anymore."

And gently said to Ji Zhaixing: "Zhaixing, you just need to take care of your body now, and you don't need to hurry up to practice. Teacher Niang made Qinglian cinnamon sugar cake for you earlier, and put it in the small kitchen to warm it up, so I'll go get it for you .”

In fact, the golden elixir has been formed in Jizhaixing, and the Taoist body is dust-free. Except for spiritual food, ordinary food should be used less, but this is still a smile.His eyes were bright, as if looking forward to it.

Just like in the eyes of my wife, when she was brought to Yushuizong, the boy who was happy to taste a piece of candy.

Mrs. Tan went to get the cakes, but his master couldn't sit still, so he also went to help.

Ji Zhaixing was originally sitting quietly, but finally felt that it was not appropriate for the teacher to handle it, so he got up again and followed the path he remembered.

He has a golden core cultivation base and has excellent hearing, but before he arrived, he heard a slight sobbing sound.

"We handed over the star picking to that immortal head, not thinking about how he will have a bright future and become a baby; but it is not that he was taken away from the bone, and he came back with a serious injury and almost died on the way—"

It was Mrs. Tan's voice.

Tan Sovereign's voice was tired and regretful.

"It's my fault." Tan Zongzhu said, "If I had known today, I would have died with that Huai Yao, and I would never have asked the great powers from the upper realm to do it."

"The debt owed by our Yu Shuizong should never be repaid by Zhaoxing."

Ji Zhaoxing stood here for a moment.

When his teacher and his teacher came out with calm expressions again, Ji Zhaixing had quietly returned to his original seat.

It's just that when he was about to say goodbye, Ji Zhuixing smiled and lowered his eyes, and with his slender fingers half folded, he could faintly see dark blue blood vessels hidden under the white skin of his wrists.That beautiful hand opened, and in the palm was a seven-star Tang flower stimulated by spiritual energy, slightly budding and blooming, fresh and delicate.

He handed it to his mistress and whispered:

"I have cultivated to the golden core stage, so I won't get nothing, which makes the teacher worry."

"What happened in the past will never happen again."

Mrs. Tan was slightly taken aback.

After taking the Qixingtang, she smiled with sorrow, and there was a little fine line at the corner of her eyes, which still deserved her beauty.

……

Tan Lang used cultivation as an excuse to hang around outside for more than a few months, and it was time to report back to the sect, but when he thought of Ji Zhaoxing, he wanted to bite his head and pretend to be blind again.

It was his old man who used the spirit control technique to send a message to him, and broke his leg if he couldn't come back——

For the sake of legs, Tan Lang naturally came back.

Fortunately, although his father is not kind, his mother is gentle.

Because of talking back, Tan Lang was fined to kneel for an hour, but he couldn't get a stick of incense, and was secretly called away by Mrs. Tan.

Mrs. Tan said to him: "Don't argue with your father, he will not punish you like this."

Tan Lang vaguely replied yes.

But I was thinking in my heart, if you let Ji Zhuixing stare stubbornly, will you be punished to kneel and have your leg broken.

While he was complaining, Mrs. Tan asked her disciple to bring a basket of pastries.

A very sweet aroma rushed to the face, and the lacquerware was placed with Qinglian Guitang Cake wrapped in vegetable oil paper, off-white in color, exquisite in shape, a little sweet-scented osmanthus dotted on it, and the dark fragrance floated.

Mrs. Tan gave it to him.

Tan Lang was amazed, although he didn't like sweet cakes, he could still recognize that his mother made them by himself - because of the cumbersome steps and the inability to control the heat with spiritual power, Mrs. Tan hadn't cooked for a long time.

Mostly because he felt sorry for him, knowing that Tan Lang, a homeless person, had come back, he mobilized everyone.

Picking a piece and throwing it into his mouth, Tan Lang deliberately asked, "Why do you have the time to do this?"

"Picking stars like food..." Mrs. Tan looked at Tan Lang with a froze expression, and said in her heart that she had slipped her tongue and made up for it, "It's not left for you, I specially reserved a portion."

Tan Lang: "..."

He said blankly: "Forget it, I don't like to eat this."

Knowing that Ji Zhaixing is his parents' sweetheart, Tan Lang is actually used to expressing his emotions very restrained.Mrs. Tan probably didn't know how sharp their conflict was, and she thought about taking the opportunity to let the two get along well.After a slight pause, she gently suggested that Tan Lang take care of Ji Zhaixing and take him around to relax.

Mrs. Tan knows that Tan Lang likes to have fun, but she doesn't know where he usually goes, otherwise she wouldn't be so relieved.

Tan Lang's complexion sank slightly, and some hostility surfaced.

Alright, let him bring Ji Zhai Xing - of course he won't refuse.

It's not too bad to be busy killing Ji Zhaixing.

……

Ji Zhaixing was naturally entrusted by his wife.

It's just that his rhetoric is that chattering is useless, so let Ji Zhuixing give more guidance and restraint, at least not as unrestrained as before, hanging out with friends every day and not practicing.

Ji Zhaixing has an impression of Tan Lang.

Although he awakened his consciousness late, it is rare for Yu Shuizong to find someone who is hostile to him, and Ji Zhuixing can still detect it.

It's just that Tan Lang doesn't take much action, and the reasons for hating him are justified.

No one would like someone who shared the love of their parents with them, or even took away their status.

Ji Zhaoxing expressed his understanding.

So when he was going to bed to practice, Tan Lang rushed in rashly and kicked the door slamming loudly, Ji Zhuixing just opened his eyes and got up to greet him.

The black-haired swordsman was only wearing a plain white shirt, and his black hair was not neatly tied up, but scattered on his shoulders.Because he was still injured, he had a sickly look on his face and looked extremely weak.

When Tan Lang saw him for the first time, he was stunned.

Almost thought he had entered the wrong door.

In his impression, Ji Zhaixing was cold and arrogant, with only a good face, and every time he saw him, he just ignored him and hated him to the extreme.Naturally, Tan Lang responded like this, to the point where there was me without you, and when Ji Zhaixing appeared, Tan Lang could walk hundreds of miles away.

But he didn't expect that when Ji Zhaixing let his hair down, he looked so weak and deceitful.

Not bad.

Tan Lang felt dizzy.

He was still full of hostility, and he grasped Ji Zhaixing's wrist——

Lean and cold.Tan Lang subconsciously relaxed his strength, as if he was holding the girl's hand, but he still asked in a provocative tone: "I'll take you to have fun, do you want to go?"

Ji Zhaixing paused slightly.

Even though it was late at night, he didn't need to sleep at night with his Golden Core cultivation. Thinking of Mrs. Tan's words and her evaluation of Tan Lang, Ji Zhaixing said: "Go."

Tan Lang didn't expect Ji Zhuixing to agree so easily.

After all, he really didn't look like he would go out with people to mess around in the middle of the night.

Tan Lang frowned and stared at him, then let go.The soft touch suddenly disappeared, and he sent out a few sound transmission talismans distractedly, sending news to his cronies that they had already taken the bait.

Talking about the young and old wanting to play games, he brought someone with him.

Those dandies hadn't heard that Tan Lang had a date recently—not to mention that Tan Lang never brought a date with him when he came out, so they gossiped and asked who the people around him were.

The person who sent the message had an indescribable expression on his face, and the expression on his face made others feel a little thumping, so he opened his mouth to say it.

"That Young Master Ji."

Dude is stupid.

This is not a game of loitering, it is clearly a Hongmen Banquet.