[Quick Transmigration] as a qualified slag

In the depths of the forest, ancient trees grow in clusters, with lush branches and leaves, and vines twine around the branches of the trees.The lush branches and leaves are intertwined and spread upwards, intersecting layer by layer, covering the sky tightly, leaving only a little circular skylight.

This is a very dangerous deep forest. For some reason, wild beasts dare not approach here. There are only two humans, one big and one small, squatting next to a small flower bud.

Wanting to poke the little flower bud, but afraid of being damaged, the child asked the Leng Xianren next to him again: "Really, do you think it is really Weiyang flower?"

"I never lie to anyone." A clear and cold voice sounded.

The night was spreading, and the full moon slowly rose into the sky.The skylight made of branches and leaves actually had a ray of moonlight falling straight down, and it was able to shine on the small flower bone.As if sensing this ray of moonlight, the buds gave off a faint halo, and the white petals slowly unfolded, and then fully bloomed.

At that moment, Qing Lan felt that the child beside her was holding her breath, looking very careful.For the first time, he had the urge to curl the corners of his mouth.

Blooming is just a short moment, and within a few breaths, the petals with a faint halo tend to separate from the branches.The child also noticed this, and he couldn't help but lose face.

"It seems to be seen by parents." The child muttered in a low voice, which moved Qing Lan's heart. The withered Weiyang flower entered the treasure vessel.

The whole body of the treasure vessel is as transparent as glass, and the Weiyang flower contained in it is suspended in it for a long time without withering.It was originally used to hold those fleeting exotic flowers and plants in the cultivation world, but now it is used to hold a mortal flower.Qinglan didn't feel any pity in her heart, she just gave the things to the child lightly.

The child who received the gift was overjoyed. He tugged at Qing Lan's sleeves and stammered, "Many, thank you, real man."

"It's okay." Qing Lan got up and said lightly, "It's time to go back."

"En." The child hugged Weiyang Hua and nodded vigorously.

Landed in the yard, but there was no light ahead.

'Quack' was the sound of a crow, as if something was falling on the child's palm.Silky like silk, is it...feather?

Crow feathers.

There was a sudden panic in the child's heart.

"Father—, mother—."

He didn't care about the Weiyang flower in his arms falling down, his immature voice seemed sharp and frightening in the dark night.He broke free from Qinglan's hand and stumbled towards the house.

Since coming to this yard, Qinglan smelled a bloody smell, and a trace of ominousness welled up in her heart.

The child ran into the house and there was no sound, Qinglan frowned, and hurriedly followed, and sure enough, he saw a man and a woman lying on the ground in the house, their bodies were bloody and lifeless.The child stood there in a daze, his face was blank, as if he had lost his mind.

At first it was distraught, and then the memory that popped up in my mind brought this feeling to an abrupt end, like a sudden pause when the high key of a piano was pressed.

who I am?There was a daze in the dark pupils.

Ah, I remember, I am Zhao Chun.

Why remember?Or why forget it?

It would be great if it was just a child, or just Zhao Chun.

The child who was obviously only half a year old smiled when he saw the scene that seemed to be like Shura's hell.A trance smile, but the eyes are barren.

The parents who have been with each other for eight years should cry when they die, but Zhao Chun can't cry.

grief?In fact, there are, but more of them are empty, just like at that time.It was the same as when it belonged to Zhao Chun's first life.

——"Zhao Chun, are you sad that your parents are dead?"

--"Very sad."

—— "Then, why don't you cry!!!"

——"..." Probably because he was already sad.Feelings are like a glass of water to him, if you pour it out, there will be nothing left.

Sad?Maybe it was sad at the beginning, but then it stopped abruptly.He is like a monster, no matter how strong the emotion is, it is very fast when there is no one, just like the tide fading away.

"Do you want to go back to Yunzong with me?" The obviously cold voice was so gentle in Zhao Chun's ears.The tenderness that is different from Zhao Chun's is real tenderness.

You see, some people are always cold in their hearts no matter how gentle they smile, while some people look so cold, but they are the most gentle.

If ah, he is still the child who knows nothing, at this moment, he should regard the person who opened the mouth as the only one.Unfortunately, he is Zhao Chun.

a monster.

how to answer?

Suddenly Zhao Chun was bored like never before, and he didn't want to answer, so let's not talk.

"It's really lucky to be the apprentice of Daoist Qing Lan."

"Isn't it good luck! It's just a trash with three spiritual roots. If it didn't happen when Master Qinglan was injured, how could he be accepted as an apprentice by Master Qinglan?"

The whispers of other disciples of the Shangyun Sect could be faintly heard, but the young child was sitting on the white jade steps with his hands wrapped around his knees and his face was dull, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Junior Brother Qinglan, are you sure you want to accept that child as an apprentice?" The person who spoke was Master Qingming, the head of the Shangyun Sect. Just give me some gold and silver for saving my life, but with that child's aptitude, he is really not suitable for cultivating immortals!"

The man known as Junior Brother Qinglan twitched his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said coldly, "So what! My disciple is protected by me, so why do you need those!"

Now the head of the Shangyun Sect has a complete headache, his junior brother Qinglan is one of the best in the cultivation world in terms of aptitude and understanding.The innate sword body has become a golden core to comprehend the sword intent in only a hundred years, and it is now in the stage of distraction. It is not an exaggeration to call it the number one sword in the world of cultivating immortals.It has been hundreds of years, and there is not even a single disciple from the outer sect, but now when they come back, they have to accept a mortal with meager qualifications as an inner disciple.If it's just a mere lack of aptitude, it's fine, there are rare treasures in the cultivation world that can exercise bones and body, and that child just can't use it.

Yes, it doesn't work!

The child who called Zhao Chun had an indescribably weird body, weak body and shallow spiritual roots.Most of those elixir herbs that can strengthen the body and strengthen the body have strong spiritual power, so the child's body will most likely explode with spiritual energy and die.

If such a person wants to become a disciple of his master, Qingming naturally does not want to agree.But the troublesome thing is that his junior is also stubborn as hell.

Thinking like this, Master Qingming couldn't help asking again, "Junior brother, do you really want to accept him as a disciple?"

Seeing Master Qingming's appearance, Master Qinglan's face softened slightly, but his thoughts remained unchanged, "This son and I have a relationship between a master and a disciple."

Seeing his junior brother's stubborn appearance, Master Qingming completely lost his mind now, he could only wave his hand weakly, "It's up to you."

"Thank you, senior brother." Knowing that the senior brother has regressed, Qing Lan didn't say much, and just cupped her hands and thanked her.

Coming out of the main hall, he saw the child sitting on the white jade steps.A small group, quite annoying.

Father Zhao left a book before his death, explaining everything.The person who seeks revenge is just a mistake made by his husband and wife earlier. If that person really came to seek revenge, Zhao Chun should not take revenge.The final epilogue was hastily added later, praying that Qinglan could send Zhao Chun to a friend's home in Jiangzhou.

In the end, Qing Lan chose to bring the child back to Shangyun Sect and accept him as the only disciple.

Maybe it's because of the child's condition, maybe it's something else, maybe even Qinglan herself doesn't know why she made this choice.

The child put his arms around his legs, rested his chin on his knees, and stared blankly into the distance.Qing Lan pursed her lips, her voice slowed down unconsciously: "From now on, I will be your master."

This sound seemed to call back the child's lost soul, he moved his eyes, and then smiled, shallow and very gentle: "Master." This is Zhao Chun's smile, like a fire wrapped in ice , seems to be warm, but in fact there is no temperature at all.

After that, there is only Zhao Chun in the world.