[Quick Transmigration] as a qualified slag

It's rare for me to lead the elder and send disciples to the secret realm once, but the secret realm was actually broken.After Qinglan forcibly opened the closed secret realm and rescued the sect disciples, she was not very involved in the fragments of the secret realm.

When Qinglan woke up from the coma, he found that the spiritual power in this place was extremely thin, like the world.

This is an earthen house, although it is not as exquisite as other caves, it can be considered simple and clean.Suddenly a series of footsteps sounded, and then the wooden door was gently opened, and Qinglan met a pair of agile black eyes.

It was a child of seven or eight years old. When he saw Qinglan wake up, his eyes lit up and he ran over.

"You're awake!" The child's eyes were shining brightly, and he moved closer to Qinglan's side, without any fear of Qinglan's sharp blade-like aura.

The child's voice was soft and waxy, making De Qinglan's voice a little softer, "But your parents saved me?"

Hearing this, the child shook his head, and said quite proudly, "I picked you up at the edge of the forest!"

"Chun'er, don't be rude!" Before Qinglan could speak, he heard a man's voice at the door.Qinglan followed the prestige, but saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, dressed in coarse cloth, his demeanor was extraordinary, different from that rough farmer.The man walked a few steps away from Qinglan, cupped his hands and said, "Your son is rude, please forgive me."

Qing Lan saw the child's pursed mouth, looking aggrieved, and couldn't help softening his face: "It's okay."

The middle-aged man couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, he gave the child another look, and said, "Chun'er, hurry up and practice calligraphy."

"Oh." The child pursed his lips, and although he looked reluctant, he walked out step by step.

After the child left, the temperature on Qinglan's body dropped a little, and she returned to the icy and cold look of Master Qinglan of Shangyunzong.He asked: "I am Master Qinglan of the Shangyun Sect. I accidentally fell into this place. Where is this place?"

The identity of this person surprised the middle-aged man. Although this place is human, he has heard of the name of Shangyun Sect to some extent.Unknowingly, his voice was tinged with respect: "I'm going to pay my respects to Master Qinglan. This is not the world of comprehension, but a certain village in the world, called Xiaoqian Village."

really.Although she was mentally prepared, Qinglan still sighed secretly.There is very little aura in the world, so it may take some time to cultivate this time.He said to Zhao Yi, "I'm seriously injured this time, I'm afraid I'll disturb you for a long time."

Zhao Yi waved his hands again and again and said: "A real person comes here to heal his wounds, and he is really flourishing. How can you bother me?"

Qinglan didn't speak, but slowly closed her eyes.Seeing this, Zhao Yi knew that the real person was healing his wounds with luck, so he retreated quietly without disturbing him.

Zhao Yi walked a few steps, thought for a while, and went straight to the study.

The door of the study room was ajar, and he pushed it open gently, only to see the child writing seriously.The stature is not tall, and the serious look on his face can't help but make people laugh.Zhao Yi was very proud in his heart, he coughed a little to signal his existence.Sure enough, the child raised his head quickly, his eyes were bright.

Zhao Yi kept a straight face on purpose, and asked quite seriously: "How is your calligraphy?"

The child said with a smile, "Father, you can see for yourself."

Zhao Yi laughed. He shook his head helplessly, walked to the side of the child, carefully looked at the wet ink on the case, and nodded secretly, "That's right!" The style of the wind will show its elegance in a few years.

"Thank you, dad, for the compliment." The child said with a smile as he cupped his hands in a dignified manner.

"You." Zhao Yi shook his head helplessly, and said again, "Chun'er, from now on, Master Qinglan will be recuperating at my home. You must remember not to be naughty, so as not to disturb others."

"Master Qinglan?" The child blinked curiously, "Father, did you say that big brother just now is a cultivator?"

"What big brother?" Zhao Yi laughed dumbfounded, "A person who cultivates immortality can stay in Yan Changsheng, and it is not too much for you to call the old ancestor at the age of that real person."

"Stay beautiful and live forever~" The child's ending sound was a bit lingering.

Zhao Yi couldn't help teasing: "Chun'er, don't you also want to cultivate immortality?"

"No, no." The child quickly shook his head, "It's better to be a mortal!"

"Everyone in the world says gods are good, why do you say mortals are good?" Zhao Yi was surprised.

"In my book, cultivating immortals is nothing more than the word 'struggle', fighting for the way of luck, magic weapon, and spiritual energy. I don't like it." The child said very seriously, "And the immortal cultivator lives forever. What do I want longevity for? A hundred years is enough. "

"Naughty and naive." Zhao Yi shook his head.

"Cultivating immortals is nothing more than the word 'struggle'." Qinglan couldn't help being startled when she heard the child's words inadvertently.He seemed to have realized something faintly, and quickly closed his mind to realize the Tao.

When Qinglan woke up again, it was already a month later. For a cultivator, a month is just a snap of a finger, but for a mortal, a month is a long time of dozens of days.

Before dawn, Qing Lan habitually got up and picked up the sword, and went to find a place to practice the sword.He didn't use spiritual power, but simply practiced swords.

Unknowingly, the sky is already bright, and even Chen Shi.Qing Lan puts her sword behind her back and closes her eyes.Then, he heard a series of 'pop' sounds.

It's not that I didn't feel it, but I deliberately ignored it.When the series of applause sounded, Qing Lan slowly opened her eyes, and she saw the kid lying on the railing, looking at him with bright eyes.

Seeing Qing Lan looking at him, the child ran over unconsciously and said happily, "You're awake!"

"By the way, do you cultivators stay in seclusion for a long time? You haven't gone out for a month. Dad said you were in seclusion and asked me not to disturb you."

He heard the child's words like firecrackers, and he couldn't help but think that this retreat was due to the child.So, he lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to learn swordsmanship?" He had never talked to a child of this age before, and Qinglan's face was a little stiff. With that sharp aura, even an adult would cry in fright. The child is not afraid at all.

"No, no." The child waved his hands again and again, as if hearing something terrible, his face instantly became bitter, "Daddy can use knives, and I don't want to learn. The other day he said that I would let the Zhao family's knives The law is lost!"

"But, I don't like this kind of dancing and sword-wielding at all, and I don't want to learn it!" As he said that, the child nodded quite seriously, as if to increase his conviction.It's a pity, against that immature bun face, it looks a bit funny.

The child looked very unwilling and had to let Qinglan give up. He was a little helpless, "In this case, the cause and effect between you and me will be nothing."

"Cause and effect?" The child tilted his head, "The book says this is a very important thing for you cultivators, right?"

"En." Qinglan nodded very honestly, not afraid of the kid cheating him.

"Is that so." The child frowned, as if thinking carefully.Suddenly he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands suddenly, "By the way, I read a book that said, 'There is a flower named Yuejian, the flower has five petals, the moon is full, and it is full of moonlight. Death', or you can take me to see Moon Flower."

"It's just a mortal flower, so what's the difficulty." Qinglan looked at the child with a clear and cold gaze, and asked again, "Is that simple what you want?"

The child smiled, "Maybe it's easy for you cultivators, but it's rare for us mortals."

"Forget it. Today is the full moon, so I'll take you to see it." After saying that, the sword fairy in white grabbed the child and left with his sword.

"Really, you haven't told my parents yet, I'm afraid they will worry." A childish voice came from afar.

"...Don't worry!" For some reason, there was a hint of embarrassment in that cold voice.