Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Looking up and seeing the doubtful little face of his apprentice, Xuan Qing, who was biting the bullet and lying, was also very embarrassed.

For tens of thousands of years, there have been a considerable number of seniors of their Misty Dao Sect who ascended through the Tribulation, but the most famous one among them was undoubtedly the first and last Daoist Xuanyi Daoist at the beginning of the sect's founding.

It stands to reason that such an antique-level ancestor who lived the same life as the heaven and the earth and competed with the sun and the moon should only exist in the legends of the world of self-cultivation.

Who would have thought that the gray-haired suzerain woke up this morning, suddenly felt something, and rushed to the most hidden secret room under Misty Peak to check it out.

Then, he saw a living Daoist who opened his eyes.

——Under Misty Peak, the forbidden area known only to the past lords actually hides a person.

It's still a senior whose seniority is so high that he can be the ancestor of everyone.

After a short period of turmoil, the Suzerain Xuanqing, who always pays attention to adapting to circumstances, decisively followed his instructions and pushed this hot potato to his disciples.

Thinking of this, he cleared his throat: "How? Is there a place to stay on Changchun Peak?"

Convinced that he had never seen such a number one person in his previous life, Shen Pei raised his eyebrows lightly: "Uncle?"

"It's a good seedling that your master picked up when he traveled and practiced in the early years." When he was not a Taoist, he also set up a fortune-telling stall on the street. Hard work, now that I have reached the Mahayana level, I want to come out and have a look."

"If you want to say which mountain in this sect is the most smoky, apart from your Changchun Peak, as a teacher, I can't think of other choices."

——The words are sincere and well-founded. If Shen Pei hadn't fully possessed the memories of his previous life, he might have been deceived by the other party.

Convinced that this unreliable master has no malice towards him in the past and present, Shen Pei nodded and responded softly: "If that's the case, then follow what the master said."

"Very good, very good," waving his sleeves and throwing a piece of high-quality Lingyu into Shen Pei's arms, Xuanqing stroked his beard and breathed a sigh of relief, "Follow the breath on this object to find someone, he should be on the Misty Peak Monument waiting for you."

"Also, accept your playful and troublesome temperament. You are an elder anyway. If you offend him, even a teacher can't save you."

"I got it, I got it," the young man in white deliberately dragged on the ending, and turned around slowly, waving the spirit jade in his hand without any sincerity, "I'm going to find my uncle right now."

Knowing what the other party usually does, Xuan Qing looked helplessly at the slow-moving figure, frowning, and really couldn't figure out how that person's fate could be related to his disciple.

But it is a critical moment when the fate of the Three Realms is changing, and if they can get the protection of the other party, it will be a great joy for the sect.

It was freezing cold, and after searching through the script silently for a long time, he still couldn't find the description of the so-called uncle. Shen Pei simply gave up his guess, took out the small hand stove, wrapped his cloak tightly, and went straight to the direction pointed by Lingyu.

Inheriting the "Heluo Secret Art", apart from Shen Pei from all over the Misty Taoist Sect, as long as he is a disciple who can be named, he has some ability to deduce the secrets of the sky. "Reputation.

After about half a stick of incense, the young man carrying the spirit jade saw the person he was looking for beside the stele on Misty Peak.

The wide-sleeved toga, fluttering like a fairy, is obviously the simplest moon-white gown, but it makes the other party wear it a bit dusty.

0049 hidden in the host's sea of ​​consciousness was even more surprised, because it actually smelled a little bit of the real body's breath on this person.

Perhaps it was because of the feeling of the spirit jade in Shen Pei's arms, the moment the young man rounded the bend in the path, the man abandoned the ancient stone tablet and turned his head leisurely.

The beautiful pupils shrank slightly, and the young man in white opened his lips and tentatively called: "Master?"

Without guilt, the man nodded: "Yeah."

Shen Langlang with throbbing veins: ... I believe you have ghosts.

Look at this figure, look at this bone, which part has not been touched by him?

But isn't the identity of the other party a villain after reincarnation?What happened to suddenly become his uncle?

Thinking about this, Shen Pei suddenly discovered a blind spot: [Wait... Speaking of which, who is the villain in this small world? 】

[The demon cultivator of the Three Realms of Cholera in the original book? ] Automatically share the memory of the host's previous life when traveling through time, 0049 smacked his lips and sighed, 【It's all because you are too popular, you have already squeezed out other people's scenes, okay? 】

In his previous life, Xuanqing, the suzerain of Misty Dao Sect, was conspired by thieves and fell into a demon on the way to enlightenment. After finding out the truth, his disciple Shen Pei raised the sword "Zhangtai Liu" and entered the southern border where the demon cultivators were entrenched alone.

As we all know, "Zhangtai Liu" is a soft sword. At first glance, it looks like a twig fluttering in the wind, and it has no lethality at all.

However, it was such a soft and thin blade that pierced through the soul of the so-called Demon Lord who fled in embarrassment ten days later.

At that time, it was anecdotal news that Shen Pei broke through one after another on the way of revenge, and then killed the Demon Lord with a single sword, which immediately caused an uproar in the Three Realms.

However, if the tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, and the days to come will be the beginning of the nightmare of its host.

"Shen Pei..." Realizing that the young man seemed to be distracted, the man frowned, and glanced lightly at the jade plaque on the other's waist, "Are you Xuan Qing's disciple?"

Thinking back, the young man in white nodded and said yes, wanting to bow his hands as a junior, but because of the stove that he forgot to put away, he looked a little dainty.

Never seen such a temperamental disciple in Misty Dao Sect, the man looked at the changing scenery around him, and raised his hand to signal the young man to come forward: "Let's go."

Shen Pei who almost called out the sword: ... what?

The Misty Dao Sect has been repaired several times and occupies a vast area. You are such a big man, do you actually have to rely on your legs to walk?

Unaware that standing in front of him was an old antique who had revisited his hometown, the young man in white had no choice but to choose a remote path to reduce physical exertion as much as possible.

As deep winter approached, all the mountains of Misty Taoist Sect were covered with a thick layer of snow, and even the suspension bridge floating in the air was covered with slippery ice.

Only Changchun Peak, where Shen Pei lived, maintained the formation with spirit stones every month and month. Looking from a distance, it was full of greenery. When you get close, you can even smell a faint fragrance of flowers.

And next to the stone steps where the snow has melted, there are two big characters written in dragons and phoenixes——

Changchun.

As a Daoist who fought in the chaotic world, the man looked at the young man in front of him who wrapped himself up in a ball, and felt that the old man named Xuan Qing had spoiled this disciple too much.

What makes the man even more puzzling is that the chance that secretly touched his soul actually fell in such a place.

"Uncle Master," pretending not to notice the sight behind him, the young man in white seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stopped and turned around, "Disciple is impolite, how dare you ask Master Uncle's name?"

The reputation is so great that as long as he utters those two words, his secrets will be exposed. The man politely refused: "It's okay, just call me Shishu."

Shen Langlang, who failed in the routine: ...

Look, he said that this person's identity is definitely very problematic.

In most cases, he can enjoy himself. Although Shen Pei is in charge of a peak, he has not started a mountain to recruit disciples like other elders. In the entire Changchun Peak, there are only a few Taoist boys.

It was rare to see Senior Brother Shen bring a foreigner back to the mountain, two children in green clothes crowded each other and hid behind the flowers, watching the two walking side by side on the stone steps from a distance.

"Didn't you say to pick up new disciples? Why did Senior Brother Shen kidnap a stranger?"

"I haven't seen it before, could it be a distinguished guest from another sect?"

"But look under his taoist robe, there are embroidery patterns of our Misty Sect!"

A cultivator has sharp eyes and ears, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he can take in everything around him. The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the young man in white casually conjured up a few spiritual fruits. .

At this time, he had already put away the heavy crane cloak, only wearing a loose white robe, and his smiling appearance made people happy for no reason.

Like a small animal that has arrived at its own territory, the young man in white climbed up the steps, relaxed visibly to the naked eye.

Opening his eyes blankly, he arrived at the lower realm tens of thousands of years later. The man actually didn't know the reason for his sudden appearance. He had no real sense of this familiar yet strange world at first, but as the youth wore flowers and brushed willows, he was lured away. Entering a small courtyard with a hidden pond, the man's heart suddenly calmed down.

Indeed, even the Misty Dao Sect in the heart demon realm should not have such a fat, fat-headed koi and a pile of crooked sapphire jugs.

Ever since the renovation of Changchun Peak, he had never thought of entertaining distinguished guests here. The young man in white hesitated for a second, and finally gave up his master bedroom.

—Duplicity.

Unintentionally bullying a junior who was not sure how many years younger than him, the man was about to open his mouth to refuse, when he found that Youdao's strange spiritual sense had swept past the restraint of Changchun Peak.

At the same moment, 0049, who didn't dare to speak out in front of men, typed frantically: [It's Qi Jiuchao, he's using the strategy system to test your strength. 】

Aiming to carry out the fun-loving character setting to the end, Shen Pei simply followed his instincts, pretending he didn't notice the turmoil just now.

Unexpectedly, the next second, as soon as he turned his head, he met Uncle Cheap's eyes with complicated emotions.

Considering that the other party bears the title of a misty leader, the man patiently guided: "Did you notice anything at that moment?"

Playing stupid deliberately, the young man in white blinked innocently: "...No."

"That's all." Thinking that the other party is just a junior who has just arrived at Huashen, the man silently swallowed what he was going to say later, and entered the master bedroom without looking sideways.

Left and right, he just helped this cheap nephew injure the spirit consciousness that was watching secretly, and the bedroom in front of him is considered the reward, and he can enjoy it with peace of mind.

Helplessly, the sky failed to fulfill the wishes of the people, and the man who was used to killing time with cultivation had just settled down, when there was a ripple of silent spells outside the bedroom.

His cultivation state of mind is far beyond this world, even if the man did not open his eyes, he could clearly see the young man in white squatting by the pool with a flagon in his hand, throwing fish food every now and then, and murmured to the koi presumably covertly: "Feel? What does it feel like?"

"Does the leg hurt?"

"I have never traveled that far since entering Taoism."

"...Sleeping on my bed and still dislike me, he really is a difficult person to serve."