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

Gong Wuyou once mentioned some stories about the island city of Xijincheng, but it has nothing to do with the scene in front of him. Such a place with ethereal spirit looks like Penglai fairy island.

Fang Xingjian's head was in a daze, and he seemed to see himself falling down the teleportation array and being taken to another place by someone in a trance, and Axi and Gong Wuyou disappeared.

The sound of rustling insects sounded outside the window, and the fragrance of green grass and soil blew in along with the cool wind. It seemed that the residence was not far from the stream, and the sound of gurgling water could still be heard.

The green leaves outside the window were blown to the pillow by the wind, Fang Xingjian gently twisted the leaves, and sat up with his arms supported.

The Muyun veil over the eyes has been removed, and the long hair like a waterfall is scattered on the couch, and with the movement of the master, it gently slid down to the back of the shoulders.

His eyes swept over the interior decoration, which was antique and simple and elegant, which was his favorite type.

But there was an unreasonable surprise in my heart, and a voice asked myself, when will he be able to see it?

Fang Xingjian pursed his lips, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and looked at the person sitting at the desk again.

To be precise, the other party was squatting on a stool.The posture is really rough, but the hands are delicate and gentle, more serious than the embroidery of a lady in a boudoir.

There were scattered papers on the desk, all of which were densely packed with tiny characters, dazzling the eyes.

Behind him stood a maid covered in orange-yellow feathers, combing his long silver hair tremblingly.

Slim and soft catkin scooped up half a spoonful of flower oil, and carefully inserted her fingers through her hair, not daring to breathe, and took care of her silver hair lying on the floor with all her heart.

However, even though he was so careful, he was still so nervous that he accidentally tore off a strand of hair.

The maid's expression changed drastically, she knelt on the ground with a slap, and kowtowed frantically, the blood on her forehead stained the floor red.

But the silver-haired owner put all his heart and soul into the book. The brush was full of ink, and then he put it into his mouth to lick it.

There was a sound of kowtowing under his feet, but he was only worried about the plot in the book, and he didn't appreciate half of his eyes.

Without his order, a dark guard walked out suddenly, trapped the maid in an instant, and all the begging voices were suppressed in the corner of her mouth, and disappeared without a trace.

The dark guard blew past like the wind, and even the blood on the ground disappeared.

Only the torn silver thread was left, which turned into aura bit by bit and dissipated in the air.

Seeing that person, Fang Xingjian seemed to recall his memory, stretched out his hand to press his temple, and rubbed his swollen head with half-closed eyes.

He was always nervous when he saw the wind and grass, but turned a blind eye to the side scene, and just called out the person's name familiarly:

"Guixi."

The man didn't move when he heard the voice, he only responded shallowly that I'm here, his hands kept moving, and he was still writing the story in the book.

Fang Xingjian didn't care, he picked up the cloak and put it on, walked behind him and picked up a piece of paper full of writing, glanced at it leisurely, and asked:

"What time is it?"

All the stories written on the paper were the tales of the gifted scholar and the beautiful woman. I couldn't understand the sour words of love and love, so I put them back again.

Wangguixi's long silver hair hangs down to the ground, with crimson tassels hanging from his earlobes, almost touching his thin shoulders, his face is delicate and pale, only the two red moles under his eyes are a bit coquettish.

Without raising his head, he continued to write vigorously, and replied casually:

"It just fell into the night, won't the fairy chief not sleep for a while?"

Fang Xingjian froze for a moment, then pursed his lips, subconsciously bent his fingers and tapped the opponent's head, and said helplessly:

"I have to go back quickly, and I'll let him know that I'm going to have a headache again."

Wang Guixi laughed: "I'm afraid the Immortal Elder has lost his sleep, you and I are companions, how can there be others?"

Fang Xingjian clicked his tongue, thinking that the kid has become more and more tempered recently, if he found out that Wang Guixi and him were so warm, he might cry again and say that he didn't want him anymore.

However, just as he was about to open his mouth, he was stunned.

His words were blocked, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and his knuckles stopped in the air.

Yup......

"Who is he?

How can I be restrained by others?

Fang Xingjian's consciousness was hazy, but a pale memory faintly emerged in his mind.

【He was originally the eldest son of a family of immortal cultivators, but was massacred by gangsters, so he took the little boy Wangguixi out of the mountain to seek revenge, and he was determined to make blood sacrifices to his family members. 】

Eyes flickering on and off, I just feel like the threads are messed up in my head, and I can't figure out the threads.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Wang Guixi frowned, and didn't realize the ink dripped from the tip of the brush in his hand, worriedly said:

"The Immortal Chief must have been too worried recently, so he made up nonsense about others."

Fang Xingjian pursed his lips, the night wind was blowing outside, but it was cool and brisk, which made him a little clearer.

He subconsciously knew that Wangguixi would not lie to him, but he felt that he had forgotten a very important memory.

He shook his head slightly, followed Wangguixi's fingertips to see the ink swimming on the paper, and asked casually:

"Where are we now?"

Wang Guixi hurriedly hung up the brush, cleaned up the messy stationery, and brought a stool for him to sit down.

Only then did he seriously answer:

"We are in Penglai Xiandao, my home, do you remember the fairy?"

The memory flows gently like running water, but it is deeper than the life experience just now.

In a trance, Fang Xingjian saw the winding stream and the grassy grove, and even the icy air was blowing on his face, as if he was there himself.

He personally picked up a spirit turtle in the creek, helped him wash the scars and sand on his body, and gently injected spiritual energy to relieve the spirit turtle's pain.

The spirit tortoise raised its peasy eyes to look at him flatteringly, then suddenly jumped off its palms and transformed into a human form.

It was a well-behaved boy with short silver hair. He was naked, with old and new scars all over his body. He was not familiar with the human body yet, so he could only look at him with a smirk.

He stammered and called out to the Immortal Elder.

Fang Xingjian came to his senses, the Wangguixi with long hair reaching the ground in front of him was only a bit more mature than the young boy in his memory, and he was no longer so stupid.

He reached out and rubbed his temples, his fingertips so hard that they turned red.I also wondered in my heart if I have become a little obsessed with the eagerness for quick success and quick gains recently, so why would I doubt my little apprentice.

Coughing twice, no longer entangled with the messy memory, looking around for a while, seeing a stack of thick papers on the table, then picked up the airs of the elders, and asked:

"Have you finished reading the books I gave you? What are you writing about?"

Wang Guixi smiled guiltyly, blocking the page just finished by his subordinates: "It's just a book about love and love, earn some money."

The cabinet next to him is full of story books, and I haven't read many serious books, but I put my mind on it every day.

Fang Xingjian glanced at him with hatred for iron and steel, and muttered:

"It's not that I don't want you to write. Although you are talented, in terms of cultivation, talent is the most inconspicuous advantage. You can only concentrate every day..."

Although the words came out of his mouth, he felt faintly unfamiliar, as if he hadn't taught his disciples like this for a long time.

"Good good-"

Wang Guixi's movements were so exaggerated that Fang Xingjian was interrupted.

The nimble boy jumped off the stool with his head in his arms, and hurriedly went to the bookcase to get the scriptures copied by the elder fairy himself, and he did not forget to shout:

"I know, Immortal, don't read it, don't read it!"

The messy emotions were chased away by Wangguixi's liveliness, Fang Xingjian came back to his senses, sat quietly on the spot, just smiled.

There is a wide open window in front of the desk, and the bright moonlight enters the house, illuminating the front of the desk brightly.

The night wind came suddenly, blowing away the papers on the table, and one of them fell right under Fang Xingjian's feet.

He bent down to pick it up, subconsciously glanced at the story on the paper:

——The genius Wen Ziyi went mad, was expelled from the school, and disappeared from the righteous way ever since.

In an instant, as if being burned by a candle, the fingertips loosened suddenly, the pupils trembled, and the paper fell back to the ground.

He raised his hand and covered his head vigorously, only to feel that his memory was as confused as a paste, and he couldn't tell the sequence at all.

Wen Ziyi?Wen Ziyi!

The name was like an extremely fast fuse, which ignited the explosives in his mind with a bang.

Surging hatred and sorrow filled the brain, various memories overlapped, the ground was bloody, the whole body was in severe pain, and he fell into the abyss. The blood was all flames, crackling, and the stench was suffocating.

Could it be...

Did Wen Ziyi slaughter all his enemies?

Fang Xingjian's eyes were bleeding red, the old wound on his chest was aching, his stomach was burning, and the bitterness of betrayal hit him instantly, he held down the long sword beside him tightly.

But did not hear the long sword's response.

***

Chiyu hugged the soft pillow he had just found for Fang Xingjian. It was filled with the spirit flakes that he twisted out by himself, and he added a lot of spiritual power, so his brother could sleep soundly now.

Although he didn't say anything, Chiyu also knew that his brother was heavy-hearted, always sleepy, and would wake up at the slightest movement.

Lingxu fruit is a good thing. It grows in the glacier mountains of Wanli, blooms in 1000 years, and bears fruit in 1000 years.

Countless monks fought over it openly and secretly. If they were lucky enough to get the Lingxu fruit, they would definitely eat it in an instant and find a place to secretly practice and internalize it.

Only a prodigal like Chiyu found hundreds of them, threw away the flesh, and took the innermost kernel flakes, and dried them carefully with a real fire, just to use them as pillows!

Lingxu grows alive and cannot be trapped in the storage bag, so Chiyu holds it in his arms.

At first glance, the tall and handsome young man hugged a pillow tightly, but he seemed a little naive and silly.

He didn't notice that Mu Yunsha was trapped, but just followed the marks on Fang Xingjian's body to find her.

In the blink of an eye, it landed lightly outside the window of the cabin in the forest.

The wind is rustling and the brook is murmuring.

There is also the sound of the Wanggui River in the hut, which is crisp and sweet.

How could Chiyu not be familiar with this voice, his face collapsed in an instant, his whole body was so cold that it was about to drop ice scum, his golden pupils stood erect, like a giant python ready to go.

Snapped--

The door of the cabin was shattered by his palm, he raised his head fiercely, and bumped into a pair of gentle eyes like water.

Those were Fang Xingjian's eyes.

Reflecting the moonlight, she stared at Chiyu with doubts.

Chiyu was nailed to the spot in an instant, almost like a magic trick, her face was cold and hard, her whole body was so stiff that she didn't dare to move lightly, her eyes and nose were suddenly stained red, and she was about to shed tears in an instant.

He hadn't seen such gentle eyes for many years, the eyes only on Chiyu.

The brother in memory seems to be back again——

A fat snake with pitch-black scales coiled around his shoulders, with two little golden eyes staring straight at him, rolling and turning wantonly on his body.

Brother would not dislike him for being lively, he just patted his head and looked at him with a smile.

Those eyes were shallow and soft, as if they were about to throw him lightly into the fluffy and fluffy quilt, and they still carried the warmth of the sun.

However, the memories are beautiful, but the reality is cruel and cold.

In the blink of an eye, Chiyu suddenly realized that what his brother saw was Wen Ziyi who had killed him so far.

This face is exactly the same as Wen Ziyi's.

It wasn't Chiyu who accompanied him, but Wen Ziyi who killed his teacher.

He froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Carefully immersed in Fang Xingjian's gaze, he didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear of blowing out the warmth like a candle.

Fang Xingjian only had a mess in his mind.

This person was both familiar and unfamiliar, and subconsciously felt that he should not appear in this place, and the hateful feeling filled his chest numbly, and the old wound was faintly aching.

He half-closed his eyes in bewilderment, the scene in front of him became blurred, and he heard a voice indistinctly: "Wen Ziyi——"

Wang Guixi ran over from nowhere, stood in front of him, moved so nervously that he almost stepped on his own hair, and shouted sharply:

"Wen Ziyi! It's not enough for you to harm him, how dare you come to Penglai Island!"

Fang Xingjian's bewildered eyes brightened instantly, and the gentle look disappeared, leaving only a cold indifference.

Wen Ziyi.

The opponent is a deadly enemy who has slaughtered the whole family.

As a sword cultivator, he never liked flashy movements, and he didn't give the enemy a chance to speak. He held the long sword in his hand, tapped his toes, and stabbed swiftly.

puff--

Chiyu looked at the flying catkins all over the sky in disbelief, and the soft pillow was placed on his chest, and it was already broken into a piece of rags.

The spirit catkins that were painstakingly collected rushed out of the hole, fell into the air and dissipated as spiritual energy.

Fang Xingjian stood in the flying catkins, looking at him coldly, as if he was showing him how to practice swords back then.

Agile and capable, without a hint of gimmick.

In the past, Fang Xingjian taught him how to kill enemies, how to deal with enemies stronger than himself, how to be quick, accurate and ruthless.

Now he stabs himself, like he taught, one-hit kills.