[Quick Transmigration] as a qualified slag

The golden paper folded the fan, so flirtatious; the other young man was wearing a moon white robe, but was covered with a fur-edged crane cloak, and looking at the pale face of this young man, he must be extremely weak.

"Let me tell you, it's very lively here." The purple-robed young man said to the people around him with a proud face.

The people around him glanced at him, and suddenly smiled and said: "You take me out like this, aren't you afraid of being scolded by your uncle when you go home?"

After these words fell, the purple-robed young master suddenly changed his face, and his tone became flustered: "I actually forgot what happened!"

As he said that, his expression became pitiful: "Zhao Chun, let's go back, before everyone finds out!"

Zhao Chun raised his eyebrows: "I don't know who patted his chest and said to me that he would let me see the most lively place in the royal city."

"I was wrong! Can't I be wrong!" Zipao wailed.

"It's late." Zhao Chun chuckled and walked forward.

Looking at Zhao Chun's back sadly, the purple-robed young man couldn't help but think about an hour ago.

It is said that the life of the son of King Yan is not good. Although he is a royal family member, his surname is not Chu. He was seriously ill just because he was born.Although he survived because of this, he also fell to the root of the disease and became weak.Because of poor health, Shi Zhi was kept in a deep boudoir like a daughter-in-law, unable to leave the house for half a step.

He only saw this Prince Yan's son once in a while.

In the early years, he only heard that King Yan eloped with a woman and gave up the throne, but he had no choice but to return to the royal city because of his childish health.After returning, although the first emperor was angry, he mostly thought that he was his favorite prince after all, so he let go of the elopement, but because of this, he completely lost the qualification to inherit the throne and was named King Yan.At that time, he followed the crowd to visit the King of Yan, so he had no intention of seeing the son of the King of Yan.

Afterwards, his father succeeded to the throne, and because of various things, he never saw this cousin.

The case of private salt in Jiangnan was investigated, and after he returned to Beijing, he was idle for a while, thinking that he hadn't seen this cousin again for six years, so he decided to pay a visit.

When he first met, he saw a Mr. Pianpian standing under the tree.At that time, the wind passed, and the withered and yellow leaves just fell down like this, and slapped the young man's face along the way.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing the servant boy beside the young master to stare at him angrily.

When the servant boy realized his identity, he didn't have time to look away, so he hurriedly knelt down, "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, please forgive me."

Hearing the servant boy's movements, the young master just turned around and glanced at him with a half-smile.Then, he touched his nose embarrassingly, and said to the servant boy, "Forgive your innocence, get up."

"This is the son, right?" He looked at the crane cloak on the young master and the expression on his face, and guessed the identity of the young master in his heart, he couldn't help but walked over and said with a smile.

Zhao Chun nodded slightly, and said, "The fourth prince just came back from Jiangnan?"

"That's right, I just settled the matter over there, and I thought I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came to see you." Chu Jing said with a hearty smile.At first glance, it seems that these two people are quite familiar with each other, but in fact, these two people have only met once.

The servant boy with his head down couldn't help frowning, but Zhao Chun didn't care much.

Chu Jing stood beside Zhao Chun quite familiarly, looked in the direction he was looking at before, then turned to ask him: "What were you looking at just now?"

Zhao Chun lowered his eyes, with a gentle smile still on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't speak.

Chu Jing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of a sentence she heard from someone.

——This son of King Yan was obviously a man, but he was raised in the mansion like a young girl, and he never went out.

He looked over there again, and then showed a big smile to Zhao Chun: "Have you been to West Market?"

Zhao Chun raised his eyes, shook his head lightly, and said, "Never."

"That's such a pity, the West Market is the busiest place in Wangcheng! Today, I'll take you to see it!" These words were almost blurted out in a flash of his brain, and Zhao Chun's face fell upon seeing his words. With the suddenly curved smile on his face, his heart suddenly swelled, and he became more determined to take his poor cousin out to see the world.

So, he took Zhao Chun out without hesitation.Thinking about leaving, the servant boy didn't stop him. No matter how he thought about it, Chu Jing felt that this was the hole his cousin had dug for him!

"Why are you in a daze, come here soon."

Zhao Chun's voice brought him back to his senses, Chu Jing gave Zhao Chun a sad and indignant look, and followed him dejectedly.

"Uncle? What's wrong?" Ming Jue asked strangely when he saw his uncle stop suddenly.

The man leading the team looked around with a cold face.Surrounded by a lively market, mortals come and go, there is no difference.The man frowned, and said coldly: "Go first, I'll find you later." After saying that, he walked towards a certain direction without knowing it.

"Huh? Master uncle!" Ming Jue widened his eyes, very surprised.

It's a pity, but in the blink of an eye, the figure of the man disappeared in the crowd.

Suddenly the wind blows, and it seems to have a gloomy taste.There is a monster in the wind, but everyone in the world is mortal, and this street is so lively that no one seems to notice it.

Seeing the sudden wind, Zhao Chun, as a mortal, couldn't notice it. He suppressed the urge to cough, and stopped to gather the crane cloak he was wearing.

Suddenly, he felt something touch his feet.Looking down, it was a small Cuju. When I looked up again, I saw a child standing not far away, looking eagerly at the Cuju at his feet.

The look in Baba's eyes unconsciously made Zhao Chun smile a little, he bent down to pick up the little Cuju, and waved to the child.

Chu Jing beside him frowned, and couldn't help scolding: "You kid, why can't you play well, why are you playing on this lively street!"

The child ignored him and just ran towards Zhao Chun.

He was only an inch away from Zhao Chun, and before Zhao Chun's hand approached him, he heard a movement in the wind, as if something was coming.

In the blink of an eye, the child was pierced through by a sharp sword that came from nowhere.

Chu Jing beside him gasped unconsciously, and the people around him also screamed when they saw this scene.

Zhao Chun raised his head and saw a man standing not far away from him.That man was like ice and frost, with a clear and handsome face, but he was rushed by the sharp blade-like sharpness of his body, leaving only fear in people's hearts.

Looking at this person, for some reason, Zhao Chun felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Hey, what's wrong with you!" Chu Jing reacted, and was about to reprimand him, but what happened next made him choke on what he said.

The figure of the child pierced by the sharp sword slowly turned black, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated in front of them.The sharp sword that failed fell to the ground with a bang, which was very clear in the silence.

The crowd almost stared dumbfounded at this reversal, and started screaming at the next moment: "Monster!!!"

The falling sword turned into a ray of light and returned to the man's sleeve, before disappearing.Then someone knelt down and kowtowed to the man and said, "Thank you immortal for saving me!"

The man didn't pay any attention to this, and went straight to Zhao Chun, and then took his hand.But he saw a black mark on the palm of that gleaming jade hand, which was really clear and terrifying.

"This!" Chu Jing immediately became nervous. After all, he was the one who brought him out. If such a mistake happened, not to mention the emperor's uncle, even he himself would not be able to live in peace.So, he hurriedly asked the man, "This real man, what's wrong with my cousin?"

The man didn't speak, just looked down at the black mark.The next moment, a gust of wind blew up on the ground, and Zhao Chun and the man disappeared in place just like that.

This sudden incident caught Chu Jing a little off guard, and he almost froze in place.Then he realized that his cousin was taken away by that real person? !

Unable to resist shivering, Chu Jing suddenly remembered how much his uncle and aunt loved his cousin.

Will definitely die!Chu Jing smiled wryly, and immediately lost all interest, so she had to rush back to Prince Yan's mansion.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Chun watched himself disappear from the streets of Xishi, and then appeared in a room.Looking at the furnishings in this house, it looks like a room in some inn.

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Chun came back to his senses, looked at the man, smiled and said, "Excuse me?"

The man did not speak, took his hand and led him to sit at the table, then took out a bottle from there, dipped the transparent water-like liquid in the bottle with a towel, and carefully wiped off the stained black spots. that location.

Zhao Chun was a little dumbfounded by that cautious attitude. From the moment he was born, everyone around him had this attitude, as if he was that glazed pearl, which would shatter under any weight.Now that he encountered such an attitude from this stranger, he felt even more helpless.

He was about to say something when he was interrupted by three gentle knocks on the door.

"Uncle, Mingjue, please see me." A clear male voice sounded from outside the door, very respectful.

"Come in." The man said calmly without looking up.

"Yes." The person who called himself Ming Jue respectfully pushed open the door. When he saw the situation inside the room, his eyes widened and he froze in place.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that there was no sound for a long time, the man raised his head and asked.

"Brother, disciple, see my uncle, come back, think, want to ask, when will I go back." Maybe it was too shocking, Ming Jue's words became stammered.

"Leaving tomorrow." The man said very coldly without being affected at all.

"Yes! Disciple, go and inform the others right now!" Ming Jue said in a daze, then walked out with the door behind him.He staggered as he walked, almost tripping over the threshold.

After walking a few steps, he finally realized, screaming inwardly as if he had seen a ghost.

'Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi came back with a person! ! ! ! '

'A mortal! ! ! ! '

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He hurried to King Yan's Mansion, and before halfway through, he saw the waiter beside Zhao Chuna walking towards him.

Chu Jing's heart tightened, and something bad suddenly appeared in his heart.

The waiter walked towards him and said in a low voice: "Your Highness Fourth Prince, it's time for my family's eldest son to go back to the mansion. The prince and princess will be back soon."

Chu Jing's face was bitter, but he couldn't even speak.

Seeing Chu Jing's expression, the waiter's heart sank, and a trace of panic appeared on his face: "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, may I ask why my eldest son is not by your side!"

Chu Jing sighed heavily, lowered his head and said guiltily: "Just now a Taoist priest took your family's eldest son away."

"You!" The waiter's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice suddenly raised.However, he also quickly realized that it was not someone else but the fourth son of the current emperor in front of him, so people like him could not offend, so the words stopped abruptly at the beginning.

Probably knowing that most of the responsibility for this matter lies with herself, Chu Jing was too embarrassed to pursue the offense of the waiter, so she could only say guiltily: "Now, I have to go to the mansion in person to plead guilty to the emperor."

The waiter's face darkened, and he regained his composure: "Then please wait for the prince at the Prince Yan's mansion, Your Highness Fourth Prince, and your subordinates will take the people in the mansion to find the prince first."

"You go." Chu Jing nodded, and walked towards Yan Wang's mansion very nervously.

The room was quiet, Zhao Chun picked up the teapot and poured it on the white porcelain cup. After a few breaths, he saw that the brown tea was only a finger away from the rim of the cup and stopped his hand.

There was the sound of a flute outside the window, whimpering, overflowing intermittently with the wind.

Zhao Chun gently flicked the broken tea leaves floating on it with the lid of the cup, and took a sip. The poor tea in the inn unconsciously made him frown.

He paused, swallowed the tea, and put the cup on the table.

The person who inexplicably brought him here was dozing, not as if he was sleepy, but rather like those immortal cultivators that Zhao Chun had always seen meditating and cultivating.

Perhaps sensing Zhao Chun's gaze, the man slowly opened his eyes and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Chun got up and walked towards the window.He opened the window and looked at the sun outside.After a while, he said lightly.

"It's time to apply."

Turning his head and looking at the man's slightly frowned brows with a trace of puzzlement, Zhao Chun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes were slightly narrowed: "My father should return to the residence at this time."

"You brought me here, but you didn't tell my family. They will come here soon."

The man was in a trance.Just when Zhao Chun said the following sentence, something seemed to flash in his mind, and that thing was like the wind, you could feel it, but you couldn't catch it, leaving only a trace of inexplicable confusion.

Seeing the man's expression, Zhao Chun's expression paused, and his voice subconsciously slowed down: "What's wrong?"

The man came back to his senses, and said lightly: "My name is Qinglan, Master Qinglan, the master of Yunjian Peak in Shangyunzong, would you like to follow me back to Shangyunzong?"

This sentence from the day made Zhao Chun's eyes widen suddenly, his slender peach eyes were round and round, breaking his inexplicable composure, and giving him a youthful cuteness.

Even Qinglan himself didn't expect that he would say this sentence suddenly, he glanced at Zhao Chun, and the idea came back a little.He looked at Zhao Chun with serious eyes: "Would you like to follow me back to Yunzong?"

Those eyes told Zhao Chun that this person was not joking, but very serious. He couldn't help but half-closed his eyelids, as if he was in deep thought: "I am not a person suitable for cultivating immortals." This is not an excuse, but a fact.Because of his body, his father once approached those people in the cultivation world, hoping to make his body better through those cultivation methods, but the answers given by those people were not suitable.His body is too fragile, so it can only be enshrined on the table carefully like those Buddha statues made of jade, without any provocation.

"You don't want to?" Not caring about Zhao Chun's reasons, Qinglan's voice was tinged with stubbornness. He looked at Zhao Chun, but his gaze was as if it wanted to penetrate any disguise of Zhao Chun, and reach directly to his deepest thoughts .

Zhao Chun sighed, raised his eyes, looked into Qing Lan's eyes, did not answer his question, but asked: "Why?"

"I want you to live." The man said so, with an obsession that even he didn't know where it came from.

It is said that all conditioned dharmas are all due to the combination of causes and conditions.

Everything is a fate, if it is a fate.

"Okay." Zhao Chun nodded with a smile.

"What did you say?!" Hearing Chu Jing's words, King Yan slapped the table and stood up angrily.The table also shattered instantly following his movement.

Looking at the wreckage of the table, Chu Jing swallowed unconsciously, unable to utter a word.

After hearing this sentence, the princess immediately turned pale, and her figure swayed, as if she was about to faint.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?" Seeing Wang Hao's appearance, King Yan was too frightened to get angry, and immediately supported Wang Hao.

"My lord." The concubine looked at the weeping look of Yan Wang, her face was full of panic, "You, you have to find Chun'er quickly! He is not in good health, if..." Speaking of this, She let out a low sob and could say no more.

"I know. I'll send someone to look for it right away!" Thinking of his son's body, King Yan frowned even tighter.He was about to give orders when he saw a servant staggering in.

"You bastard! What are you doing in such a panic!" Seeing this, King Yan was even more annoyed, wishing he could kick him over.

"My lord, my lord, my son, my son has returned to the manor!" the servant said out of breath.

After these words fell, everyone was extremely surprised.

The princess said tremblingly: "You said that Chun'er has returned to the mansion?"

"Yes." The servant knelt on the ground with his head lowered.

"You can see that the son is unwell?" the princess asked again.

"Never."

"That's good." Hearing this answer, a big stone in Wang Hao's heart finally fell to the ground.She hurriedly put her hands together, closed her eyes and bowed outside, saying repeatedly, "Thank you god for protecting my son."

After completing this series of actions, the princess quickly said: "Quick! Take me to see the crown prince."

"Yes!" The servant hurriedly stood up and bowed.

They followed suit, and before they had walked a few steps, they saw Zhao Chun and Qinglan walking towards them.

Seeing this, the princess didn't care about etiquette, and ran towards Zhao Chun with her skirt in her hand.She pulled Zhao Chunzai to look around carefully.

Zhao Chun helplessly followed the action of the princess, and said in a gentle voice: "Mother, I'm fine, so don't worry."

"You." The concubine's voice sounded annoyed and angry, "Why are you going out suddenly? If something happens to you, how will your father and I know for ourselves!" As she spoke, her eyes were a little moist.

Seeing Wang Fei's appearance, King Yan felt a little anxious, he couldn't help but blamed Zhao Chun: "You bastard, what are you doing out there to make your mother worry!"

Hearing King Yan's lecture, the concubine yelled at King Yan with some distress: "What are you blaming him for! It's not his fault!" Chu Jing's words made Chu Jing a little embarrassed, he touched his nose, but didn't make a sound .

It's hard to say, King Yan was a little helpless, he had to turn his head to Qinglan who was beside Zhao Chun, his eyes became sharper: "Who is this?"

"Before I was contaminated with the monster's evil spirit, Master Qinglan took me back for treatment." Zhao Chun explained.

Zhao Chun's words startled the princess. She looked at Zhao Chun anxiously, and then asked Qinglan, "My real man, what's wrong with my Chun'er now?"

"The demon poison has been cured, and nothing has happened now." Qing Lan said lightly.

The concubine breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Thank you, this real person, for helping me out."

It's not as simple as Wang Hao thought, King Yan knew that this person must have something to do here, otherwise why would he just take Zhao Chun away and follow him back to the mansion.Thinking about this, King Yan asked with a smile: "Where did the real master come from, and what is the purpose of coming here? I will definitely thank you for saving my son today. How about taking a rest at the mansion for a few days?"

Qinglan didn't even move her eyebrows, and said calmly: "I am Qinglan of Shangyunzong. I came to the world just to practice for the disciples of the sect. I will go back tomorrow."

The real person Shangyun Zong Qinglan? !

King Yan couldn't help being surprised when he heard this name. The realm of comprehension can be said to be as unattainable as the bright moon for ordinary people, but he has never seen it before.After all, the cultivation world will always come to the lower realm from time to time to find some children with excellent bones and bring them back to the sect to expand their disciples.Shangyunzong and Qinglan Daoist, these two words are like thunder in the world of comprehension or in the human world.The former can be said to be one of the best masters in the cultivation world, while the latter is known as the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world in addition to being a powerful person who has entered the stage of distraction.

As King Yan of the Zisong Dynasty, he naturally learned some things about the cultivation world from the mouths of some practitioners who came to the lower realm to enjoy the glory.Master Qinglan is indifferent by nature, and has never paid attention to anything except sword cultivation.Now that he came to the world, he saved his son and sent his son back to the mansion himself.

If he said that there was no purpose, he would definitely not believe it, but what is there for such a mere mortal to be worthy of such a powerful person?

Could it be that you want to take my son as a disciple?King Yan suddenly had such an inexplicable idea in his heart, he glanced at his son, and sighed in his heart.

impossible!He understands his own son's condition, with such a bone and physique, how could Daoist Qinglan take a liking to him!

The thoughts in his heart were endless, but Yan Wang's expression was very serious. He bowed his hands and said respectfully: "I have seen the real Qinglan."

Qinglan nodded slightly, and then said: "I want to take Zhao Chun back to Shangyunzong."

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This sentence is no different from a thunderclap in the flat ground. Except for Qinglan and Zhao Chun, everyone else is dumbfounded.

King Yan once thought that these words were just his auditory hallucinations, but after a while he realized that he withdrew his surprised expression and asked, "What do you mean by Master Qinglan's words? But my son is there a problem?"

"When I was young, my body was damaged, and my life was only twenty." Qing Lan said lightly.

This sentence is not a lie, they have been looking for a famous doctor for many years, and they confirmed this sentence after diagnosing Zhao Chun.Even the people they invite to cultivate immortals can only say, "The root of the son is not suitable for too much spiritual power, and those panacea in the cultivation world are no different from life-threatening to the son."

The rest of the words, those cultivators don't say anything, King Yan knows.

If there is really an elixir that can prolong Zhao Chun's life, it must be a rare elixir for a cultivator.Although he is a noble in the world, he is no more than mediocre to those cultivators. How could those powerful people put such treasures on a mortal.

Princess Wang's eyes dimmed, and even King Yan's expression became extremely ugly.

Looking at their expressions, Qinglan said slowly: "For the current plan, I am the only one who will bring him back to Shangyunzong."

Qing Lan's words were like sending charcoal in the snow, and the eyes of Yan Wang and his wife lit up.

Wang Hao's eyes were full of hope, she looked at Qinglan and said softly: "Can the real person really kill my son?" Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that her tone would be a little bit heavier, such a little hope would be like the cloud of smoke Generally dissipated in the air.

Although King Yan was pleasantly surprised, he still had some doubts in his heart.He knew how much effort it would take to save his son, and that's why he didn't believe that a person he didn't know, a cold and ruthless cultivator, could do so much for his son.

If he said he wanted something, he didn't believe that a mortal like him could have something that the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world didn't have.

If it is said that this person is impersonating, he really does not believe that someone would recklessly impersonate the name of this sword cultivator.

"Cultivating immortals requires cutting off the fate, can the prince and concubine be willing?" Just when King Yan was hesitating, Qinglan asked.

King Yan and his wife didn't answer, and the princess seemed to be struggling. She glanced at her husband and understood his doubts in her heart.Then she took another look at her son, that boy who was only eighteen years old, he was raised in the mansion like a boudoir, and he never went out for half a step.

He never complained, even when he was seriously ill, he gently comforted himself.How many times did she ask God if she had committed too much sin and retribution was on her son, but God never answered her.

Now, with such an opportunity, even if the flesh and blood were to be separated, how could she not be willing?

Shen Shen, the princess's eyes showed determination: "If the real person can save my son, even if I can't see you again in this life, I am willing!"

Wang Hao's sudden words made King Yan look at her in astonishment: "Wang Hao..."

"My lord, you don't need to say more." The concubine interrupted King Yan, her tone was full of firmness, "I'm willing to try anything if it can save Chun'er's life!"

Zhao Chun's eyes moved, he didn't speak from the beginning, but now he couldn't put it away.His throat moved, but it seemed that something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't breathe.

His lips moved, and in the end he wanted to kneel down but was halfway supported by the princess.

"It's a child who is unfilial!"

When Qinglan came, it was Yujian who came. He was used to Yujian and never cared about those magic tools that carried people. Therefore, when he brought Zhao Chun back to Shangyunzong, he encountered difficulties.

Fencing swords in the air will have stellar energy, and Zhao Chun, a mortal body, obviously cannot bear this.

Seeing his uncle looking at that mortal with hesitation, how could Ming Jue not know what his uncle was thinking.As early as when his uncle brought this young man back, he had a faint premonition in his heart that this young man might return to Shangyunzong with them.

Therefore, when setting off, seeing his uncle's expression, Ming Jue directly took out the palm-sized boat from the universe bag.

"Master Uncle Qinglan, Uncle Qingliao once gave his disciples a magic weapon to carry people when they built the foundation, why don't we use this magic weapon to go back to the sect," Ming Jue said.

Qinglan nodded slightly, agreeing.Thus, Ming Jue directly threw the boat in his hand into the air, and within a split second, the boat that was as big as a palm became bigger.

The ship looks ordinary from the outside, like an ordinary ship in the world, but after entering, it is found that there is another space inside, which is arranged like a small courtyard.

Qinglan frowned slightly when she first saw her, and then relaxed.He knew that Qing Liao had always liked these exquisite things, and everything that came out of her hands must be complete and exquisite.

"Uncle, you and Mr. Zhao rest first, and I will send someone to call you when we arrive at Shangyunzong." Ming Jue bowed his head and said respectfully.

Qinglan glanced at him, then directly took out a Qiankun bag from the mustard space and threw it to Mingjue, said indifferently: "There are some spirit stones inside, which can be used by you to drive this magic weapon." Since he brought out the sect disciples, How could he use the junior's things unceremoniously? Although he didn't carry these magic weapons very often, he still had a lot of spirit stones.

Before he heard Qinglan's words, Mingjue subconsciously took the Qiankun bag thrown by Qinglan. When he realized it, Qinglan and Zhao Chun had already walked away.He hastily said in a distant voice: "Thank you, uncle!"

After returning to the room, Qinglan saw the tiredness on Zhao Chun's brows, and couldn't help but said: "If you are tired, you can take a rest for a while, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach Shangyunzong at this time."

Zhao Chun didn't pretentiously evade it, and just lay on the bed with his clothes on.For the first 18 years, he has always been as calm as water, even after his father took him to recognize his ancestors and returned to his clan, he was extremely calm. There are too many unexpected things in the past two days, as if his passion has been exhausted do.He was not in good health, so it was inevitable that he would feel a little tired.

So, after he closed his eyes and lay down on the couch, it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

"So, what's your choice?"

The sudden sentence was like the Sanskrit sound of Da Luo Tian Wai, with a strong solemnity, which made people feel a little fear in their hearts.

An inexplicable sentence, even he himself didn't know if the question was about himself or what it was.But the strange thing is that he already has an answer in his heart.

In that trial-like scene, he seemed to say something.

There was still a leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't know what kind of uproar his result caused among the group of people.

The quiet, majestic and dignified person like the court suddenly burst into an uproar, as if he was extremely puzzled by his choice.People discussed at the end of each other, and finally handed over the knot of will to one person.

The eyes of the man in the center were full of seriousness. He sized Zhao Chun up with majestic eyes, but the person being sized up did not panic and accepted the man's gaze very calmly.

"Are you sure about this choice?" the man confirmed again.

"Yes."

"Yes." The subconscious voice of Zhao Chun overlapped with the voice of Zhao Chun in the picture.

Even if I don't know what happened, even if I don't know why I have such a picture, even if I don't know what those people are asking.

But when he heard the question and answer, even though he didn't hear his own answer in the picture, he already had a premonition in his heart, and he had such an answer.

- I want to be with him...

The voice that shouted from the heart echoed in the bottom of my heart over and over again.

Whether it is waiting or searching, there is always someone who will get tired slowly, and he does not want to form an insurmountable gap between them one day.

Maybe at the beginning he got used to one person, but when he got the temperature of another person, he began to become attached, and he didn't want to go back to the past when he was alone.

So, let's start at the very beginning.

There may not be any memory of the initial encounter, but the bond will make them attract each other and find each other.In such a world, even if there is no memory of the past, they will always be together and there will be no separation.

"No regrets?"

"I don't regret it." Zhao Chun smiled very calmly.Even if he will become an ordinary npc in that space, the most important thing has always existed, and he doesn't want to give it up and won't give it up.

So, let's start at the very beginning.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Zhao Chun just woke up suddenly.

"Are you awake?" Feeling the noise here, Qinglan asked softly.

"En." Zhao Chun nodded, eyes still dazed after waking up.He just felt empty in his mind, as if there was something, but he couldn't detect anything.

"What's the matter?" Qinglan poured a cup of tea, walked over to Zhao Chun's body and handed it to him, and asked softly.

The tea in the cup is still warm, which all shows the care of the tea giver, Zhao Chun couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.He moistened his throat with tea, and shook his head gently: "It's nothing, it just seems to be a dream."

"Dream?" Qinglan was a little confused, "What dream?"

what dream?

Zhao Chun was a little dazed. He blinked and shook his head: "I seem to have forgotten."

Seeing that Qinglan's brows were tightly locked, Zhao Chun smiled and comforted her: "It shouldn't be very important, you don't have to worry about it."

Qing Lan stretched her brows and nodded.

At this moment, he felt the magic weapon stop, and the extremely familiar atmosphere outside let him know that they had arrived at Shangyunzong.

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The majestic mountain peaks soared to the sky, and the magic weapon they were riding on landed slowly at the highest point of the mountain.The Magical Artifact touched the Mountain Guard Array in mid-air, and then made a circle of ripples, and then melted into it.

They stayed in a large open space, and they could still see the incomparably majestic buildings standing in the distance from the boat.

"Mingjue, send him back to Yunjian Peak first." After getting down, Qinglan instructed Mingjue.

Ming Jue was taken aback when he heard this, and suddenly he was a little confused.

Qinglan's words clearly did not mean to take Zhao Chun to see the head of the sect.

Didn't Master Zhao take Mr. Zhao back as his apprentice?

Ming Jue silently speculates about Qinglan's thoughts in his heart, but he doesn't dare to speak freely, so he has to bow and obediently take Zhao Chun to Yunjian Peak.

As early as when they set off to return to Shangyunzong, the head of Shangyunzong received the news that Qinglan had brought a mortal back to Shangyunzong.So, he calculated the time and waited early in the hall for Qinglan and the others to come back.

He really wanted to see what kind of person could make his cold-natured junior look at him.

It's a pity that he waited for a long time, but Qing Lan came to the hall alone.

"Meet the senior brother who is in charge." Qing Lan bowed to her senior brother who was looking at her blankly, and then began the usual report.

Waiting patiently for Qinglan to say a lot, but his junior brother shut up after finishing those trivial matters, as if it was not his doing to bring mortals back to Shangyunzong.

Seeing that he seemed to have nothing to say, the head of Shangyun Sect coughed lightly, and reminded: "Junior Brother Qinglan, did you forget to say something?"

Qinglan shook her head lightly, and said lightly: "Nothing."

Holding Fuchen's hand froze, the head of Shangyun Sect had no choice but to clarify the matter: "I heard that Junior Brother Qinglan brought back a mortal."

"En." Qinglan nodded sharply.

The head choked again, and he continued, "Then why didn't Junior Brother Qinglan take him to the hall?"

Seemingly puzzled why the head master said this, Qinglan frowned slightly after hearing this, and then explained: "He is weak and suffers from the exhaustion of the boat and car. If the head brother wants to see him, I am afraid he will have to wait for him to cultivate for a few days. sky."

Qinglan said this unintentionally, but it shocked the head of the sect. His younger brother is the number one sword immortal in the world of cultivating immortals. Worry.

Thinking of this, the expression of the sect leader became serious: "Junior Brother Qinglan, as your eldest disciple, he is most likely to be the next peak master of Yunjian Peak in the future, why is he so weak?