After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Lingyan Mountain, the square hall.

It has been six years since the catastrophe, and the culprit Fang Xingjian subdued the law, and many people from the Lingyan Sect went down the mountain to kill demons and demons, faintly intending to monopolize the leader among the decency.

However, in this "No. [-] school in the world", the rustling voices of the disciples were not frank, but sour and foul-smelling, like rats in the gutter.

"He is a disciple of the Demon Cultivator, and I'm afraid he has also been contaminated with some demon energy..."

"That's right, he can kill even his fellow disciples who get along day and night, who knows if he has been influenced by 'that person' long ago."

"I heard from Senior Sister Fu Xiangqiao that he even went to pay homage to 'that person' in private, and he has been unwilling to call Master Bai Xianchang as his master."

There is a spring on the top of Lingyan Mountain, and an execution square is built around the spring. Only the most heinous disciples will be pressed into the bone washing spring to cleanse their hearts.

Several acquainted white-clothed disciples gathered around, and they kept disdaining Wen Ziyi, but they planned in their hearts that it would be best for him to be kicked out of the inner sect and give them the position of disciple.

After all, they are only outer disciples, and they don't have a fairy elder master who personally guides them.

Wen Ziyi came from the same background as them, and was not originally the son of a great family of cultivators, but a clay doll with a little predestined relationship with immortality.

Why do they have different fates.

There are also young apprentices who just entered the door and muttered stupidly: "Is the Bone Washing Pool really that scary? It is said that if you touch a drop, you will lose your cultivation?"

The few disciples who were still chattering just now looked pale and kept silent, only the little disciple was left scratching his head stupidly.

It's not that they don't say it, it's just that the horror of the Bone Washing Spring is beyond people's imagination.

When they entered the sect, they saw an execution.

The disciple was only half a hundred years old, and he was already at the golden core stage, but in one experience, his Taoist heart was damaged, he went crazy, and when he went crazy, he could level a mountain.

The miscellaneous cultivator disciples were always on tenterhooks for a while, afraid of being implicated, they dared not go out easily.

However, for such a talented person, after soaking in the Bone Washing Spring, the miserable and violent crying can be heard even at the foot of the mountain.

The screams surrounded the hearts of the other disciples, almost becoming a nightmare.

What's more, this is the case in the Golden Core Stage, not to mention that Wen Ziyi is just building a great foundation.

They swallowed, and slowly looked around Lingquan.

Wen Ziyi was tightly bound by the fairy rope, and beside him were the headmaster and Bai Xinghua with serious faces.

He grinned silently.

The Immortal Rope is a rare feat, even a monk in the Nascent Soul stage can hardly break free, so it is too much to think highly of him for using it to tie him up.

Or maybe it was this time that made these people really scared.

Yu Chao is the senior brother of Bai Xinghua and Fang Xingjian, the eldest son of the Immortal Cultivation Family, the leader of the largest Lingyan School, and a calm and serious Fu Xiu.

He motioned his disciples to bring Wen Ziyi to the Lingquan, and raised his voice from a distance, using a little spiritual energy, the solemn voice could be heard in the whole hall and square:

"Wen Ziyi, can you plead guilty?"

Wen Ziyi raised her eyebrows, she lost her stubbornness in the prison, and actually brought a bit of banter:

"What's the crime?"

Yu Chao gave him a cold look: "It's one crime not to serve your elders and not listen to teachings; it's a second crime to see death and not save your fellow disciples; it's a second crime to be stubborn and kill fellow disciples, and it's detrimental to Fuxiang's skillful cultivation." Because, damage to the Dao Heart, this is the three crimes!"

Wen Ziyi looked around with a smile that was not a smile, and the pale and weak unlucky fellow and Fu Xiangqiao sat not far away, quietly examining him and being punished.

His Highness is a group of white-robed disciples gloating at others' misfortune. Although they didn't speak, their faces and eyes were full of jokes.

The one closest to him is Bai Xinghua—the uncle who is always doing alchemy, his eyes are full of worry, as if he wants to replace him with his body.

It's funny, it's funny.

Yu Chao reminded: "Can you plead guilty?"

Wen Ziyi finally set his eyes on Bai Xinghua's face, and he looked at him straight, as if he wanted to see someone through Bai Xinghua.

He opened his mouth slightly, his voice was very soft, and asked: "You said, do I want to plead guilty?"

Bai Xinghua was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, and said firmly:

"I believe you are not a bad-hearted child, but there are some misunderstandings inside, right?"

"But as long as you admit it, I will intercede with the senior brother in charge, and the crime of washing bones today can be avoided."

Wen Ziyi lowered her head, her long hair covered his cheeks, trembling all over.

Bai Xinghua secretly laughed in her heart, just about to go up to hug him, and try to comfort him, but Wen Ziyi suddenly raised her head.

That beautiful face was slightly red, and there were even some tears in the corners of the eyes. Under the sunlight, a pair of black eyes faintly flashed golden light.

Yu Chao frowned tightly, Bai Xinghua pursed her lips and took a step back.

Wen Ziyi is laughing?

Tears of joy came out of him, and the trembling all over was the movement of holding back the laughter. Seeing the actions of several people, the laughter could no longer be stopped.

A crisp and loud laughter broke the silence and hit Bai Xinghua in the face.

He had laughed enough, straightened his back, straight as a green bamboo, gave everyone a cynical look, and said:

"No, uncle, I did it all."

"I don't respect you and don't love you. I would rather die than save you. I personally damaged Fu Xiangqiao's Taoism."

"No misunderstanding, I am very happy."

Yu Chao had a serious face, the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly, and a banning curse flew out and hit him on the mouth.

His voice was trembling with anger: "Listen, Xinghua, it's not that I didn't give him a chance, this kid may have gone mad!"

Anxiety flashed across Bai Xinghua's eyes, and suddenly he returned to a worried look, blaming himself:

"It's because I didn't take good care of him. After entering my door for a day, no matter whether he calls me master or not, I have the obligation to teach and discipline him."

"Brother Sect Leader, after I go back, I will definitely educate him well."

There were rustling sounds from the disciples in the audience, they were all very frightened by Wen Ziyi's actions, and shouted to let him enter the Bone Washing Spring to cleanse his body of evil energy.

Although Yu Chao felt sorry for Bai Xinghua's situation, he had to put the sect first and ordered his disciples to bring Wen Ziyi into the bone washing spring.

The disciple didn't dare to get too close, so he could only push him to the entrance and let him walk in by himself.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ziyi turned around to look at Yu Chao, smiled brightly, and fell straight back, almost lying in the pool.

The spring water from the Bone Washing Spring splashed out, and flew to Bai Xinghua's side at three or four o'clock, his bare arms crackling from rotting.

He didn't even change his eyebrows, he made a formula to cover his rotten arm, and still looked at Wen Ziyi worriedly.

A mist suddenly rose from the Bone Washing Spring, which was proof that the demon energy had been washed away.

Apart from the sound of sizzling water, there was no more Wen Ziyi's cry of pain.

He just lay quietly at the bottom of the pool, looking at the distant sky through the spring water, and didn't care about the pain all over his body.

It's just that this pain is a little familiar. I don't know if Fang Xingjian felt this uncomfortable when he pierced his heart.

Thinking of this, the pain in the whole body seems to be a little bit shallow, not worth the regret and pain in his heart.

Until the sound of the water stopped, Wen Ziyi was forced to come out of the Bone Washing Spring by the immortal rope, her complexion was pale, and the corners of her mouth were bloodied.

Even the clothes were corroded by the spring water, leaving only a dusty outer robe—a magic weapon called Feng Linyu.

From the middle of the robe, a somewhat grown body is revealed, with a firm chest and lower abdomen, and a smooth Adam's apple. Water droplets flow into lines, like a small stream, falling into the invisible abyss along the lines.

It's not the same as he was a few years ago.

Yu Chao asked loudly: "Do you know your mistake?"

Wen Ziyi was put under a curse, so she didn't bother to open her mouth, and turned her head to look at Fu Xiangqiao, who was blushing furiously.

Those eyes were straightforward and simple.

A pair of black eyes are full of sarcasm, as if talking:

I'm not being soft, it's just that you won't die so easily.

Between us, it's not over yet.

***

Bai Xinghua took him back to Qinquan Peak, and fed him with many good elixir to help him undo the curse and the immortal rope.

He picked up the veil and gently wiped off the blood, very carefully, for fear of hurting him.

Wen Ziyi looked at him without blinking.

Bai Xinghua put down the handkerchief, and said with a soft smile, "The past is over, so you can practice swords with me from now on, okay?"

He took out two sword manuals, put them in front of Wen Ziyi together with the elixir, and thoughtfully said: "You are born with sword bones, why should you live up to your talent? Instead of doing some heresy, it is better to put all your energy on cultivation. superior."

Wen Ziyi glanced at it. The sword manual was rare, but Fang Xingjian had already been given to him.

He snorted.

"Uncle Bai, even though Fu Xiangqiao was injured by me, do you really not know the twists and turns?"

He raised his eyebrows, and said in a mean tone, "You are so kind, I really think you treat me wholeheartedly."

Bai Xinghua's face froze, and then returned to normal:

"Have you misunderstood something? That child Fu Xiangqiao used to like to make trouble, if something offends you, I'll find another time, and you can talk to each other."

Wen Ziyi shook her head, said nothing, and leaned on the bed, as if seeing off guests.

Annoyance flashed in Bai Xinghua's eyes, and she smacked her lips inwardly.

The incense burner he touched just now slowly raised green smoke, which diffused in the whole room.

Wen Ziyi is born with sword bones, a rare furnace, and also has excellent talent and Taoism.

Only six years after Fang Xingjian's death, he went from the second floor of the foundation building to the Dzogchen, that is, the entire Lingyan Mountain, no, the entire cultivation world, and there is no one who can cultivate faster than him.

How could Bai Xinghua let it go so easily.

It's just that for some reason, this kid doesn't eat the fine wine even if he is toasting. Bai Xinghua's teeth itch, but he can only watch.

Thinking of this, the gentle and gentle Master Bai, who always had a smile on his face, blinked slightly, and boundless charm leaked from the corners of his eyes.

This incense is called chalcedony incense, smelling it will make you drunk.

Boundless fantasies are born, and the person I most desire in my heart is turned upside down, cloudy and Wushan.

Happy three days and nights.

Bai Xinghua smiled and let the person on the bed close his eyes. After all, he won't be able to sleep for the next three days and nights.

***

The moment the long sword was sheathed, Fang Xingjian knew something was wrong.

He clicked his tongue.

Although he likes to fight quite a bit, even a blind person can see that something is wrong in the current situation.

The movements of the demon cultivators around him were very weird, they didn't dare to approach him, but they surrounded him tightly.

Fang Xingjian held the long sword in his right hand, took something from the storage bag with the other hand, and quietly held it in his hand.

After the fear passed, rage filled Troy's brain.

Since this person dared to touch him, don't blame him for being cruel.

He smiled sternly, and Yuan Ying's Dzogchen cultivation base condensed into a net, and Fang Xingjian was wrapped in it, and the figures of the two disappeared instantly.

In the blink of an eye, it landed in the City Lord's Mansion.

Fang Xingjian was bound by his cultivation, his spiritual sense could not be used freely, his vision was pitch black, and he couldn't hear any sound, as if his five senses were blocked.

Only the touch underneath is real.Land on something soft.

A moment later, strong light came in from the door, Fang Xingjian tilted his head in displeasure, and the overbearing mint smell broke into his nostrils.

Jin Heng has a violent temper, but the angrier he gets, the less he shows off.

He was smeared with ointment on his arm, standing in front of the dark room door, his eyes were gloomy and vicious.

The man sat quietly on the straw mat with a calm demeanor, not nervous or flustered.

is a beauty.

Jin Heng pressed his tongue against his palate, and even hooked his lips.

Unfortunately, I am going to die here today.