[Quick Transmigration] On how to refuse the favor of the sick villain

On the day of accepting apprentices, Su Li closed the door and released Feng Mohan directly.

It was half a year later when he saw Feng Mohan again.

At that time, Feng Mohan was like a crazy little beast, fighting with several other disciples in the back mountain of Xuejingzong.

Rather than saying it was a fight, it was better to say that Feng Mohan was crushed unilaterally.

At this time, Feng Mohan's face already had a few bruises, and there was a trace of blood between his teeth. Those wolf-like eyes stared fiercely at the few people in front of him, full of resentment.

"Do you still dare to look at me with that kind of eyes? Do you really think that you are the first disciple of the Snow Mirror Sect? You don't even look at it. Ever since Master Qinglian accepted you as his apprentice, has he cared about you for a day?"

"That's right, it's just a reputation. Don't talk about comparing with us, you are not even comparable to the outer disciples. I heard that yesterday, an outer disciple attracted Qi into the body, how about you? What about you?" There doesn't seem to be any trace of cultivation on your body, right? You haven't started training yet, have you?"

Feng Mohan's face froze, and the fist hanging by his side tightened silently.

How does he start practicing?

It's been half a year, and the master said coldly at the beginning, "Master" led him in, and the cultivation depends on the individual, so he never showed his face again.

He didn't understand, since he had no intention of teaching him, why did he accept him in the first place!

And to cause him to bring him countless embarrassments, troubles, and even humiliation because of the title of the head disciple of the Snow Mirror Sect!

In the past six months, how many people have said those words behind his back—it turns out that this is the chief disciple of the Xuejing Sect, and he doesn't even have the energy to enter his body.

"If you don't want to die, just kneel down and beg for mercy! It's really bad luck to meet you!"

They entered the Trial Conference with Feng Mohan at that time.

Seeing this most unpleasant Feng Mohan, but before the trial meeting was over, he was favored by Master Qinglian and appointed as his apprentice, how could they not be jealous at all?

But what about jealousy?

That is the apprentice of the head of the Xuejing Sect, no matter how jealous or jealous they are, they can't provoke him anymore.

Even beware of him turning to trouble them.

After all, on the way to the sect, I'm afraid he will always remember what they did to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the midst of trials, so he would have attacked one of them.

They have finally become inner disciples, but they are always in fear every day, fearing that Feng Mohan, who has become the chief disciple, will take revenge on them.

But gradually, they discovered that Feng Mohan didn't seem to be as beautiful as they imagined.

Because they realized that even they had drawn their qi into their bodies one by one, Feng Mohan hadn't even started to practice yet!

Follow-up deliberate observation, they actually found that after Qinglian Shangzun accepted him, he didn't care about him at all!

After a little bit of probing, they found that even if they did something to Feng Mohan, Master Qinglian didn't seem to have any intention of coming out, so their courage gradually grew.

To this day, they simply moved their hands against Feng Mohan who looked at them with that vicious look again.

They all had some cultivation bases, and Feng Mohan had no power to resist them.

"Kneel down?"

The muscles on Feng Mohan's face trembled a few times. He was still a young man, but his face didn't have the slightest image of a young man. Instead, there was a hint of forbearance and coldness.

"Yes, otherwise, do you want to eat my fireball?" As he spoke, a fireball had already condensed in the hands of the person opposite, as if Feng Mohan refused, he would directly throw the fireball to Feng Mohan. Mo Han's face.

"stop!"

In the sky, there was a chill.

Su Li endured and endured, he couldn't stand it anymore, and finally made a sound.

In the past six months, he has been using retreat as an excuse not to see Feng Mohan.

This time, I still wanted to come out to see the situation, so I showed up.

Unexpectedly, during the six months he deliberately avoided seeing, Feng Mohan... lived in such a mess.

How could he bear it, how could he bear it?

This child is destined to be suppressed by him. He is already cold-heartedly using the name of master and apprentice. Should he be allowed to spend the past few years in misery before being suppressed?

That would be too cruel.

...Forget it, try another way.

Be nice to him, it can be regarded as a kind of compensation for him in advance before the game of overcoming death.

"Supreme Qinglian!"

Seeing his appearance, the people on the opposite side were startled and panicked.

They didn't forget that Feng Mohan was the apprentice of Qinglian Shangzun!

Could it be that Qinglian Shangzun thought of taking care of him again?

It's over! It's over!

It's a pity that Feng Mohan still hung his head and stood there motionless. When he saw him appear, let alone go forward to salute, he didn't even lift his eyelids, his whole body was like a sculpture.

Only the fist hanging on his side, tightened more and more, with white joints, showed that his mood at this time was not as stable as his person seemed at all.

Su Li looked around at a few people coldly, "Do you know that disciples in the sect will be punished for mutilating each other?"

Several people knelt tremblingly, "Your Majesty Qinglian, forgive me! Yes, it was Feng Mohan! He did it first, and we were just forced to fight back!"

Su Li subconsciously turned to look at Feng Mohan, but saw that he was still hanging his head, showing no intention of defending himself.

Su Li couldn't help frowning, he didn't just arrive.

Just now, he could see clearly from the cloud that these people were the ones who first troubled Feng Mohan, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at Feng Mohan, "Do you have something to say?"

Feng Mohan's throat moved, and after a long while, he only uttered two words, no. "

Su Li couldn't help frowning, grabbed his wrist and walked away, "Come with me."

If Feng Mohan didn't speak up himself, how could he make the decision for him?

Who would have thought that just as he grabbed Feng Mohan's wrist, Feng Mohan, who had been motionless, violently shook his hand away, and the sudden violent voice was almost screaming, "The Lord Qinglian will do it again!" Are you teasing me, an unknown person!? Isn’t one time enough!?” Su Li was taken aback, touched his angry eyes, and subconsciously avoided, "When did you ever tease you, Master?"

"As a teacher?"

Feng Mo coldly laughed, "Mo Han can't bear the words Qinglian Shangzun."

Su Li's head trembled, and he subconsciously glanced at the other people who were still present. The matter between their master and apprentice should not be laughed at by others, so he stepped forward and grabbed Feng Mohan's arm again.

This time, without waiting for Feng Mohan to resist, he firmly grabbed him onto the flying sword and went straight to his Xingyue Peak.

Feng Mohan struggled hard in his hands a few times, but did not break free at all.

It wasn't until they landed in front of the Xingyue Peak's main hall that Su Li let go of Feng Mohan's arm, "Why are you losing your temper? I clearly saw that those people humiliated you maliciously, why didn't you say it?"

Feng Mohan glanced at him coldly, and even raised his hand to pat the folds of the clothes he had grabbed on his arm, "So what if I say it? So what if I don't say it? Anyway, Qinglian Shangzun never put me If you really treat me as an apprentice, instead of letting me occupy the title of your apprentice, you might as well expel me from the sect today, lest I get in your eyes and dirty your land again!"

Su Li, who was originally trying to be nice, was a little annoyed by his appearance, "You! You have only retreated as a teacher for half a year. When did you say that you will be expelled from the school?"

Feng Mo smiled coldly, "Is there any difference? Putting this name on empty makes me even more embarrassed. Do you know what they said? They all said that your Master Qinglian took me as a disciple at the beginning because he saw it away Eyes. It’s just that people have already accepted it, and it’s not easy to go back on it, so I have to let me hang out.”

Su Li subconsciously retorted, "Nothing."

Feng Mohan didn't believe him at all, "Then why did the master ignore me for half a year, as if there is no apprentice like me at all?"

"As a teacher..." Su Li paused, and since he had already decided to treat him better before Xiangke, he thought about his words, "As a teacher, the retreat and impact in the past six months is an improvement in cultivation. At critical moments, you should not be disturbed by foreign affairs, so you don’t have time to worry too much about it. But it won’t happen in the future, starting today, the teacher will formally guide you.”

Feng Mohan looked at him suspiciously, "...Really?"

His master, really didn't look down on him, but just accepted him by mistake?

"Of course it's true."

Su Li slowly walked to his side, and stretched out a hand to him just like the one half a year ago, "Follow Master, go to the back hall, let Master see your injury first."

Feng Mohan hesitated for a long time.

Time passed bit by bit between the stalemate between the two.

Finally, under Su Li's gentle and unchanging gaze, he gently took Su Li's hand back, but asked with some anxiety, "Master, this time, won't you suddenly ignore me again?" right?"

Su Li shook his head, "No more."

He has already made up his mind to treat this child well until the situation of mutual restraint appears.

At least let him have no regrets.

Also let him make up for some guilt.

"Master."

Behind him, Feng Mohan finally spoke.

"Ok?"

Su Li looked back with gentle eyes.

"Master, this disciple didn't tell the truth before. That's because, disciple thought that Master didn't care about disciple at all, so he was holding back his anger."

Feng Mohan raised his other hand, and lightly touched the bruise on his face, "A moment ago, I wasn't actually a disciple, but they said that I am not worthy to be the master's disciple. People thought that this disciple could not get angry, so he argued with them, but he did not expect that they would actually make a move... It is useless for disciple, and he has lost the face of Master."

Su Li felt a little sad in his heart. He didn't expect Feng Mohan to look evil, but people were still thinking about his face at this moment, but what was he, a master, doing?

"I know it. I have ignored you for the past six months. If it hadn't been for the teacher not teaching you for a long time, you would not have been passively accepted by them/=" ~ I/O Feng Mohan was silent for a while, and suddenly He said, "Master, is it because of the events in the trial meeting that you don't like the disciple? ...Actually, there was a reason why the disciple used extraordinary means to kill people."

Su Li was taken aback, and couldn't help turning around to look at him, "What did you say?"

At the beginning, he believed that Feng Mohan had a bad heart, but it was because of that incident, but now it seems that there is something else going on in this incident?