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

"Hurry up and catch up with her, why did she escape!"

"Don't run—"

"Come on, I'll catch her! The strength is so great!"

As soon as he stepped into the gate of Lingyan Sect, he heard hurried footsteps. Beside the path, several disciples dressed in inner sect costumes were firmly restraining a disheveled monk.

Li Binbai subconsciously looked at the expressions of his seniors, seeing that they had all entered the sect, it was really unlucky to encounter such a thing.

Fang Xingjian only slightly raised his lower eyelids, Li Binbai was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he went over and explained:

"This is a senior sister from the inner sect. She has become obsessed with practicing kung fu and has lost her sanity."

Fang Xingjian was stunned, the disciple was disheveled, waving his hands trying to break free from their restraints, he was still muttering something, as if he was talking about life and death.

He frowned slightly, even though she was mad, the actions of these disciples were still a little rough, but he had no position to care about the affairs of the Lingyan Sect, and he raised his foot and was ready to move forward.

"Pa——" there was a soft sound, and the woman's chattering sound stopped instantly.

Fang Xingjian was very familiar with Ji Yin, he didn't need to turn his head to know that those inner disciples couldn't control her, so they even waved their magic whips!

Wielding the magic whip is a punishment that the elders of Fatang will only use on disciples who have made serious mistakes. Not to mention whether they have the right to do so, this female disciple's cultivation level will be broken by just one whip.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and glanced at Li Binbai who was standing beside him.

It was inconvenient for Fang Xingjian to deal with matters in the sect, and Li Binbai was an inner disciple, so it was easier for his peers to talk to each other, so let them handle it by themselves.

Li Binbai obviously understood what he meant, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, but those inner disciples looked very arrogant and didn't take him seriously at all.

The little senior brother lost face in front of a group of children who hadn't yet entered the Tao, and came back disheartened, explaining to Fang Xingjian:

"Senior, those people are all supporters of the family, and they said that they didn't do any harm to the senior sister...how about I take you to visit your old friend first?"

It's no wonder that Li Binbai can't talk, although he has some talents, but he can only be ranked at the bottom among the inner disciples, and his family has no power, how can he compare with the mighty Fu family.

Fang Xingjian paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the few people not far away, one of the male cultivators cut the arm of the insane little senior sister backwards, his expression was full of disdain and irritability.

He raised his hand on the sword, squinted his eyes, and said indifferently, "Fujia? That dilapidated tripod repairer is honored as Fujia today. It really is a change of time."

His guitar tone is not low, and several people not far away can hear it clearly.

The expressions of the three disciples changed immediately, their eyes were like knives, and they swept Fang Xingjian's attire up and down.

It's just ordinary clothes, and only a countryman like Li Binbai who has never seen the world will hold them high. The male cultivator shook off her arm and scolded coldly:

"Senior, the Lingyan sect is not comparable to the small sects in the mountains. Some people are praised in small places, but only when they come here do they realize that they are just a handful of monks."

"Be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth!"

Fang Xingjian raised his eyelids lazily, and his eyes fell on the female cultivator on the ground. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Those people were still sneering and sarcastic, Li Binbai was not human, so he had no choice but to hide behind the senior and act like a quail.

Fang Xingjian wasn't interested in bickering, so he took a few steps forward and let out some coercion.

Before the three little disciples with their heads held up taller than peacocks could react, they were crushed on the ground in an instant, knocked dizzy.

Li Binbai's eyes widened, and he looked at Fang Xingjian suddenly.

He only knew that his senior was highly cultivated, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. He guessed that Nascent Soul might have underestimated his senior, so the coercion that can be restrained freely, at least...

At least it must be in the stage of transformation!

He was frightened by his guess, and subconsciously counted. In the entire Lingyan sect, the immortal elders in the transformation stage probably could not exceed the number of hands, no wonder he was so confident.

Fang Xingjian went straight to the female cultivator's side, washed off the mud on her body with his hand, combed her messy hair, and only then revealed that thin and out-of-shape face.

His heart was shocked, his brows were slightly frowned, and he reached out to support the female cultivator.

"Que Shuangrong?"

The nun trembled all over, raised her crazy eyes and looked at him.

His expression was still not sober, and he muttered in his mouth: "He is not dead, you let me go out to find him, his soul lamp is still on!"

Fang Xingjian's expression was extremely ugly.

This is clearly Que Shuangrong, the most popular elder sister of the Lingyan School a hundred years ago, the proud son of heaven who has been carefully taught by the head of the Yuchao sect.

Wen Ziyi and her peers challenged Que Shuangrong countless times, but they never succeeded.

Everyone has unlimited expectations for her, and she can almost be regarded as one of the best seedlings among this year's children.

With superior talent, pure and generous heart, he is very accurate with Brother Dao Zha.

Even though Fang Xingjian didn't have much contact with her, he also felt that Que Shuangrong might become a powerful player.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Que Shuangrong's face. He was dull and crazy, with a body so emaciated that he couldn't see the arrogance of the proud son of heaven.

How could it be like this?

Li Binbai still took a few steps forward, sighed, thinking that this senior sister might have some connection with the senior, and explained:

"This senior sister has a twin brother. Once that brother went down the mountain to practice, the spirit card never showed up again."

The spirit card is something unique to Lingyan Mountain. It records the life and death of the owner. After death, it is like a lamp going out.

"Senior sister was retreating at that time, and suddenly sensed the loss of her younger brother, and she became mad in a moment of panic."

Li Binbai shook his head. He had heard this story many times. The elders taught them not to make contracts at will. The peers were curious about the internal reason why this crazy inner sect disciple was still supported, while the seniors lamented that such a star-studded The elder sister has become like this.

In the final analysis, Li Binbai felt a little pity for her.

"Afterwards, she killed her younger brother's soul lamp, so he must still be alive. Immortal Bai followed the direction of the spirit card to find his rags, but found his ragged clothes next to a shadow-eating tiger. The ferocious beast devoured it so much that its body was not left behind."

Que Shuangrong was still shaking his head to himself, muttering, Ji Yin was so small that it was hard to hear:

"He didn't die, how could he die, Xue Ning is more tenacious than me, who has to dig three feet to find hope in a desperate situation, how could he die in the mouth of a fierce beast..."

"He's waiting for me somewhere, waiting for me to save him..."

Li Binbai got a headache from the noise of the children behind him, waiting like this was not an option, so he had to apologise, send them to the training hall, and let Fang Xingjian wait for him for a while.

Fang Xingjian didn't have time to think about it before. In the original book, there were only a few strokes to outline Que Shuangrong's story. Like him, he was just a cannon fodder for the plot.

Bai Xinghua took the risk to find her younger brother, not to mention encountering countless secret treasures, and even won the praise of the sect. As for her, she was never mentioned again.

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian was suddenly in a bad mood. He couldn't see the pearl being covered in dust, not to mention such a ridiculous reason. Que Shuangrong's heart is very tenacious. Losing a loved one is certainly hopeless, but she shouldn't look so depressed, so her tone is somewhat serious point:

"Shuang Rong, how can you find your brother now that you are like this?"

Que Shuangrong stopped madly shaking her head in an instant, her sluggish eyes showed a bit of sobriety, she glanced at him, and blurted out:

"Fang Immortal?"

Although Jiyin is small, she is very determined.

Fang Xingjian was shocked, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, thinking that there was a problem with the spell, so he grabbed A Xi who was silent and asked a question.

Axi waved his hand and told him that there was no problem at all, and he still had an ordinary face.

He looked at Que Shuangrong again, as if seeing through his mask was just an illusion, and she turned back into a stupid monk again.

"He won't die."

"I still dream about him, and he says he's cold, hurts, and the incense burner smells bad."

Fang Xingjian's eyes turned cold instantly, and his mood fluctuated greatly. He grabbed Que Shuangrong's bony arm with all his strength, and said in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Que Shuangrong raised his eyes and glanced at him: "He said it was cold, that it hurt, that the incense burner smelled so bad..."

The memory of not long ago surfaced. Could it be that the ghost in martial attire he met in Ning'an Temple was Que Shuangrong's younger brother?Fang Xingjian had a deep memory of the squashed bell that was still ringing.

"...Where is his soul lamp?"

Que Shuangrong was stunned for a moment, and then began to cry: "It's broken, they broke it."

Fang Xingjian took a deep look at her, grabbed her wrist, took a little blood from her fingertip, and cast a spell to find her.

The two are twins, so Que Shuangrong's blood can naturally find him.

But the drop of blood dangled a few times in the air, fell to the ground with a snap, and evaporated in the blink of an eye.

The younger brother's mind and soul were all gone, and he couldn't even find a breath.

Que Shuangrong froze in place.

Fang Xingjian paused for a moment, then asked: "Is there a sect bell hanging on his sword?"

Que Shuangrong's tone was very light, as if he was afraid of breaking a dream:

"That's right, Fairy Fang, you did it yourself. I was afraid it would be unreliable, so I added a lot of small formations. No matter where he is, I can hear the bell ringing whenever he is injured."

"He's not dead, but I never heard of it."

"Why, Master Fang?"

Fang Xingjian clamped her shoulders vigorously with both hands, and looked straight into those eyes full of doubt, pain, and madness:

"he died."

Que Shuangrong's face changed, and his lips muttered: "Even you, even Fang Xianchang will lie to me with them..."

Fang Xingjian didn't hide his gaze at all: "He died in front of my eyes, and his soul was drawn out, so the soul lamp will not go out, but the spirit card will never light up again."

"You know it, but you just can't believe it."

Que Shuangrong's whole body trembled suddenly, and her teeth clenched, but she didn't try to deny it like before, but trembled silently.

Fang Xingjian watched quietly from the side, waiting for her to calm down.

Even Axi, who had been following closely, knew that something was wrong, so he didn't say much, just waiting for the two of them to get along in a strange atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, Que Shuangrong's trembling stopped, and the madness in those eyes became even worse, and he said in a low-minded manner:

"Fang Xianchang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Fang Xingjian's expression was a little deep, Qingji said: "It's been a hundred years."

She kept rubbing the calluses on her hands with her fingertips. This was the imprint left by holding the magic weapon when she was practicing, and it has not dissipated until today.

"I heard them say that you ran away, but now you come back, ah, I know, it must be because of Wen Ziyi, you love him so much, do you want to find out where he is?"

Que Shuangrong spoke very fast, without beginning or end, frantically pinching his palms and staring at the ground.

She was on the verge of collapse.

"He fell into a demon, Wen Ziyi fell into a demon, he defeated me, no, no, no, he didn't compete with me at all, he just beat me, he fell into a demon..."

"Moxiu, Moxiu, why did you let him become a Moxiu? You hate Moxiu the most." She moved more and more, almost turning into scratching, leaving red marks on her palms, and leaned forward to sniff Fang Xingjian smelled, "Why do you smell like a demon cultivator, have you fallen into a demon? You are all demons, hahaha, it's really good, you can be a master and apprentice again!"

After seeing her for less than a quarter of an hour, Fang Xingjian's mood changed drastically several times. Wen Ziyi fell into a demon?What's the meaning?

"I'm so dizzy, hey, where is my magic weapon, they took it away, ah, forget it, I'm afraid I'll hurt them, it's okay..."

Que Shuangrong talked upside down, but her palms were blood red. Even though Fang Xingjian had countless doubts, he couldn't bear to see her hurting herself like this. She couldn't ask anything in this crazy state. Que Shuangrong fell into a coma and just handed it to Li Binbai who rushed over.

Li Binbai: "..."

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Fang Xingjian's heart was in a mess, so he didn't have the heart to deal with him, so he said casually, "I don't worry about handing her over to those people, you help me take care of her for a few days, after I settle down, I'll pick her up."

"Okay?"

Li Binbai couldn't say no, he glanced at the disciples who were still crushed to death on the ground, then looked at Fang Xingjian's appearance as a loose cultivator, and immediately nodded obediently.

Fang Xingjian was in a mess in his mind, why did Que Shuangrong become like this, and what happened to the chalcedony fragrance on Bai Xinghua's body, could it be that he is the real demon cultivator?

There is also Wen Ziyi, who is clearly one of the most capable players in pursuit of Bai Xinghua, how could he fall into the devil! ?

Everything was beyond his expectation, the plot of the original book had deviated from the main road, and it was on a road that Fang Xingjian couldn't understand at all.

His eyes were heavy, did he really change the plot in the dark?

Is this good or bad?

His thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

There were many people who were more flustered than him, and a few young disciples in outer costumes rushed over, with tears still faintly visible on their faces.

Seeing Li Binbai was like finding a savior.

"Brother, Immortal Hang is looking for you everywhere! Go and have a look!"

Li Binbai calmed down, "What happened, let's talk about it, don't be surprised."

Hang Xianchang is his master, and he has many disciples, how could he suddenly think of him as an unfavorable little character.

The little disciple stomped his feet, and said, "I didn't lie to you! Someone sneaked into the Huazhao Peak of Hang Xianzhang to make trouble, and she is out of skills now, let us look for someone everywhere!"

Fang Xingjian was shocked when he heard that, although Huazhao Peak was not considered powerful among the Twelve Peaks, but the Lingyan faction had such a big mountain guard array, someone sneaked in and beat Hang Qingqing so embarrassingly. Joke!

Li Binbai gritted his teeth fiercely, ignoring senior brother Duan's arrogance, and immediately spat out:

"Who on earth is so bold that he dares to call on the door!"

The little disciple looked angry, but couldn't suppress the fear in his eyes:

"Who else is that traitor Wen Ziyi!"

The author has something to say: Fang Xianchang: How could this be so!

[I'm stupid, how did I bring out the following chapters, woo woo woo, sorry little angels]

感谢在2021-05-0820:45:24~2021-05-0920:22:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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