Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Sigan's lips curled into a shallow smile, and he smoothed the folds of his sleeves, as if scooping up a handful of spring water, soft and gentle: "You did a good job."

The Avalokitesvara Illusory Formation has been broken well, with a great reputation, and there is no other scene at the time, look at all the sects and sects, they all remember you, not only as the apprentice of Zhao Yuan Immortal Venerable, but also yourself, the wind Ting Han himself.

He came slowly from the front of the hall, raised his hand to cover the clear light in the clouds, threw three small sandalwood tokens in the air to Le Zhengcheng, put his fingertips on Feng Tingleng's white wrist, the latter dodged for a while, and was caught again He pinched it firmly and examined it carefully.

"Why, are you still holding grudges?"

The warmth scalded the blood along the fingertips, he remembered that Feng Tinghan was always warm in the body, unlike him, the coldness that could not be covered.

Feng Tinghan's brows and eyes are half closed, his lips parted slightly, his voice is as light as thin smoke, no emotion can be discerned: "Don't dare."

Fu Siqian let go of his hand just now when he didn't find anything unusual. He scanned the surroundings, but as expected, he didn't see the mysterious and heroic woman. Only Jiang Jiu'an and Jiang Jiulan were standing behind Feng Tinghan holding a long gun.

With a clear understanding, he stared at Feng Tinghan's eyes calmly, and suddenly sneered: "I see you are very courageous, why don't you dare."

The wind brushed Tinghan's wrists, wiping off the remaining coolness. Only half of the side face was exposed with his slightly lowered head, and his long eyelashes were like curling blades, cutting off all unnecessary emotions: "Tinghan doesn't understand what Master means."

The morning and evening bells rang, Fu Siqian looked sideways, the clouds and mist cleared in the sky, his voice was hidden in the thick bell, as if separated by a water curtain, with a hint of coolness: "If you dare to hold grudges, you will Chop off your paw."

Feng Tinghan raised his head in astonishment, every word seemed to hit his heart, scalding away the layer of frost and snow, leaving only a burning pleasure.

The shattered light of the sound transmission talisman fell on Fu Siqian's fingertips. He glanced at Feng Tinghan, his eyes fell on that wrist, and he added without haste: "Chop it up and feed it to the dog."

It's him, he really is.

Feng Tinghan stared at the elegant figure going to the hall of sages from a distance, and immediately showed a faint smile. The emotions in his heart were like a flood that opened the gate, ups and downs. He didn't know why, but he knew that he didn't reject this kind of situation. Feel.

However, before he could think about it, there was a stabbing pain in his heart, and the pain spread and surged, like a knife, stirring in his internal organs, until he wanted to smash his meridians before he would stop.Jiu Mie in the dantian suddenly exploded, facing the pain head-on with the domineering momentum of crushing flesh and blood, the two clashed, Feng Tinghan was deeply impacted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

All sects and factions in the main hall lined up their seats, Fu Siqian nodded to the rest of the people, and sat down in the position arranged by Le Zhengcheng.

The result of the competition was clear at a glance. Le Zhengcheng mentioned that the result of this matter was settled, and it was only waiting for everyone to be called tomorrow to announce it.

Zhao Zhengyang's complexion was dark and dark. This time he had suffered heavy casualties at Hidden Sword Peak, and there were only one or two cultivators who came out of the secret realm, so he brought up the matter of his disciples being attacked before, and his words were mixed with guns and sticks. Looking at Le Zhengcheng: "People in the righteous way are vicious and filthy, I don't know what explanation Lingyun Immortal will give!"

Ling Yunxian Zun Le Zhengcheng is notoriously good-tempered. Although he was unhappy, he still didn't show the slightest bit on his face: "I have sent someone to investigate this matter. The disciple of Cang Jianfeng released his consciousness to spy on others without authorization. The other party is only giving small punishments, but Elder Zhao still—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Zhengyang: "Small punishment? A severe wound to the soul is like a cripple. Immortal Lingyun is so understated. Does it mean that such methods are very normal?"

"It's really not like this." Aunt Seven of Yinhualou echoed, "Although the crime is deserved, but all sects and factions are united, this time is really chilling."

Fu Siqian poured himself a cup of tea, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing this: "I'm on the same page, it's true, I also have something to say to you all."

The name of Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable is widely rumored in the cultivation world. There are not many people of his generation. The folk tales have known about him.

The jade bones are covered with snow, and the long sword is sent to Sanqiu.

The person known as the exiled immortal in the world walked out of the storybook, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little curious: "The immortal said so clearly."

The man took a sip of his tea, his eyes flashed sharply, his voice suddenly changed, and he said sharply: "The one who flirts first is cheap, have you ever heard of it?"

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and even Le Zhengcheng didn't expect him to say such words. It was like the dead silence falling on a glacier, and the low air pressure and the resounding phrase "the first to flirt is the cheapest" shrouded everyone's hearts.

The fresh and moist breath came, blowing away the ice, dust and snow, and the laughter gradually approached: "I am late, it seems that I did not miss it, but you are talking about the disciples of Cangjian Peak?"

"Don't make any trouble." Le Zhengcheng greeted him, "Did you bring your baby?"

Yan Junxing handed him the brocade box in his hand, waved the jade fan step by step, glanced at Zhao Zhengyang, and smiled even more: "Why is it just adding to the chaos, Zhaoyuan and I haven't pursued it yet, but people forced us to the door .”

This is a master who doesn't stop causing trouble, Le Zhengcheng didn't expect to be able to stop him, and sat down with the brocade box, just pretending that he was blind and deaf, and didn't get involved in this matter anymore.

Seventh Aunt looked slightly stagnant, and murmured: "Third Young Master and Zhaoyuan Immortal...that is the case, no matter what, it is indeed a small punishment, it is very normal."

Zhaoyuan Xianzun became famous in Xihe Town. He killed thousands of undead with one sword in three autumns. He came back from the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood. How can you be wronged and tolerate it?

Not to mention the other one, who has confidantes all over the world, stepping on piles of bones, is elegant and unique. He is a gentle and witty third son, and also a living judge of Shura Palace.

Not to mention the disciples of Hidden Sword Peak, even if they use their spiritual sense to provoke those two people, there will only be this result.

Compared with Zhao Yuan Xianzun, Zhao Zhengyang is not only inferior by one generation, but also has the reputation accumulated over decades. He also set his goal on this venerable, but he didn't want the world to be impermanent, and ended up with such an intersection.

Le Zhengcheng spoke at the right time, and changed the subject: "Jiangyang is haunted by evil spirits, and Zhao Yuan has decided to lead the team there. What do you guys think? If there is no objection, I will announce it together tomorrow."

how about?

What happened just now, do they dare to have other opinions?

Look at the way that person smiles, it doesn't look like a good friend.

Fu Siqian didn't care what they thought, he went to Jiangyang just to repay Le Zhengcheng's favor, and took Feng Tinghan with him to practice, the other things had nothing to do with him.

What he cared about at this time was the lottery that Yan Junxing gave out. The old magic stick occasionally did divination for others and collected a lot of good things. I don't know what he gave out this time.

It seemed that he had known that he was going to Jiangyang for a long time. When Yan Junxing left the Hall of Sages, he came over to take care of him. Fu Siqian didn't know what kind of illness this person had. They really didn't know this well.

After Yan Junxing delivered the care, the soles of his feet were slicked with oil. Fu Sigan was confused and felt that something was wrong. As expected, he was stopped by Le Zhengcheng as soon as he lifted his feet.

The rest of the people left, Le Zhengcheng stared at Fu Siqian, and sighed faintly: "Zhaoyuan, I know everything."

Fu Siqian: "?"

"I didn't expect that you..." Le Zhengcheng sighed again as he spoke, "Oh, I was negligent."

Fu Siqian: "???"

In connection with Yan Junxing's behavior just now, Fu Sigan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little uneasy.

Le Zhengcheng patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "As for your Taoist companion, I will start to arrange it as soon as possible. I don't know what kind of person you like, but do you have someone you are interested in? If not, then I will help you in the various sects." Look around and choose the one that is worthy of you."

Fu Siqian's calm expression cracked.

Le Zhengcheng didn't realize it yet, and still said to himself: "You've reached your age now. If Jun Xing hadn't said that you studied behind closed doors to pursue a Taoist companion, I would have forgotten about it. It is said in the market that The female cultivators in Yinhualou have a cheerful personality, and Qingyunmen..."

"Brother Lezheng!" Fu Siqian squeezed out a smile, "Don't bother Brother Lezheng, I will arrange this matter freely."

Le Zhengcheng waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't bother me, why are you being polite to me? To put it bluntly, it is also a major event for us in Wuji Mountain that you want to form a Taoist couple."

Instead of breaking out in the silence, he would be abnormal in the silence. Fu Siqian gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and said directly: "I have my own heart, and I am pursuing it."

As soon as he said this, Le Zhengcheng immediately changed the subject: "So that's the case, then if you encounter difficulties in the process of pursuing, you can come and ask. It is not advisable to work behind closed doors."

Fu Si nodded with a dry smile, summoned Sanqiu and was about to rush out. If he didn't clean up Yan Junxing today, he wouldn't be named Fu!

He raised his sword and turned around, just passing by a person, the sweet aroma made him frowned, and his steps became faster and faster.

Behind him, a crying voice suddenly sounded: "Daddy, Senior Brother Feng has fainted!"

Fu Siqian turned around, his eyes seemed to want to swallow people alive: "Who do you say fainted?"