Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

As an elder of the Mahayana period, Heng Bai was forced to become hundreds of years younger by Yan Qing's anger.However, his skin was fair and tender, and he was born with a round face and baby fat, so he didn't feel any disobedience among a group of Jindan Nascent Soul disciples.

Yan Qing sat in the gazebo and watched the disciples outside, and asked Heng Bai with great interest: "Elder Heng Bai, how did you all determine the quota for the Qingyun Conference?"

Heng Bai rolled his eyes and said: "If you want to sign up, just hand over the token to the elder leader of the Qingyun Conference. But you, the Nascent Soul who is piled up by pills, don't be ashamed."

Yan Qing insisted on having self-respect and said, "I don't, I want to win glory for the sect."

Heng Bai was almost choked to death by him: "The Wangqing Sect doesn't need you to win glory, just don't lose face."

Yan Qing lowered his head and found the token from his sleeve, eager to try: "Elder Heng Bai, which elder should I give the token to?"

Hengbai rolled his eyes again: "Leave it to Tianshu, from now on, you can find him for any such crap and it will be over."

The Wangqing Sect, a well-known good old man in the peaks, almost contracted all the trivial matters of the sect.

When Heng Bai saw Yan Qing's stunned look like a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, his heart was full of disdain and his teeth were sore.But after much deliberation, I decided to ask Yan Qing not to be so reckless and ignorant, and asked him cautiously, "Do you know who your opponents are?"

Yan Qing thought, this is really a good question.

He came to Chongtian, except for the Liuguang Sect of the Fuhuamen, he didn't know the names of the other schools.

Heng Bai became angry when he saw that he didn't know anything, and he gritted his teeth and talked to him about science: "Nine major sects in Nanze Prefecture are divided into front and rear according to their strength. The first four sects are Wangqing sect, Shangyang sect, and Fuhua sect. The Liuguang Sect. The last five sects are the Beast Sect, the Spirit Medicine Valley, the Foxiang Temple, the Astrology Tower, and the Hehuan Sect."

Yan Qing's attention was all attracted by the last one, and he raised his eyebrows: "Acacia faction?"

Heng Bai was so angry that he said in a bad mood: "Yes, Hehuan School, but what are you thinking. Since Hehuan School is one of the nine major sects, the exercises are naturally orthodox. The emphasis is on the harmony of yin and yang. I will do what you like."

Yan Qing felt wronged: "What do you think I'm thinking?"

Heng Bai sneered: "It's definitely not serious anyway."

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "You are wrong, Elder Hengbai, there is no one who is more serious than me in the whole world." At the time when he was on the red lotus pavilion, he was really a leaf among thousands of flowers. body.Cut off love and love, pure heart and few desires.Although notorious to the outside world, Qi Gonggong knows how clean he is.

Heng Bai ignored him, and reminded: "Although your cultivation base has reached the Nascent Soul stage, you have never experienced actual combat, nor have you experienced it outside. You don't have magic weapons with you, and you don't even know which way to practice. Are you sure you want to participate in the Qingyun Conference?"

Yan Qing was quite surprised: "You are a dignified Wangqing sect, are you not even willing to prepare a magic weapon for your disciples?"

Heng Bai: "?"

Yan Qing continued to be surprised: "I still have to find the exercises myself, won't you give them to me?"

Heng Bai: "..."

How shameless it is to say such a thing so naturally!

Heng Bai was so pissed off by his shamelessness and taking it for granted that he couldn't talk anymore, and left in a huff.

After angering Elder Heng away, Yan Qing sat alone, playing with the token.

He went down the mountain to practice before, and he was afraid that something bad would come out of his ambition, so he made a mustard space in his sleeve for a bird to make a home in it.

Yan Qing penetrated into it with a trace of spiritual consciousness, and found that the unwillingness actually tossed it pretty well.

It built the nest in the middle of the spirit stone, and moved a lot of branches to decorate it.Every day I feel the joy of opening my eyes and sleeping on the pile of money.

"No ambition." Yan Qing yelled at it.

Unwilling, who was so happy to take off, moved his ears, very impatiently: "What are you doing?"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Come out, I'll take you to the Qingyun Conference to shine." This was what he boasted to Xie Shiyi at the beginning, so of course he couldn't slap himself in the face.

Unwilling, he suddenly felt bad, it had been tricked by Yan Qing too many times, and he immediately held the biggest spirit stone and refused to let go, even refusing to go out: "No, I don't want it!"

Yan Qing despised it for its ignorance, and said, "Looking ahead, if Qingyun Conference wins the first place, the spirit stone can probably fill up your broken ground."

"?" Reluctantly sticking his head out.

It refused to turn into a parrot, and still maintained its ugly appearance with pointed ears, red eyes, bones and wings, its eyeballs widened: "Really?"

Yan Qing: "Really."

Reluctantly, he crawled out of the mustard space in an instant, and flew to Yan Qing's shoulder with shaking wings, full of confidence: "Okay, I will trust you just once."

It looked at Yan Qing again.

Unexpectedly, I have no idea about the cultivation of human beings, but I just think that Yan Qing seems to be a little bit stronger, and I blinked, and immediately became more confident: "Oh. No wonder you used such despicable methods to form a bond with me in the prison. It turned out to be a fight. Pay attention to this! I'm dying of laughter, my bloodline can really improve my cultivation!"

Yan Qing suspected that it would die of laughter in the future, and said with a slight smile, "If it wasn't that I couldn't give you away, I would definitely give you to your fateful master now." Yang Yang felt proud that he was relying on himself to conceive the baby.match made in heaven.

Unwilling: "Who?"

Yan Qing: "The vicious maid of the Wangqing Sect."

Unwilling to mutter: "What the hell?"

Yan Qing felt that the unsatisfactory accent was so inclusive.

It might have been doing something wrong in those days in Liuxianzhou, so it cursed people.

"Brother Yan." Just as Yan Qing was really thinking about how to abduct Unzhi to the Beast Sect to find out his identity.A clear and shy youthful voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around, Yan Qing saw Mingze standing in the shadow of the mottled bamboo forest holding his sword, looking at him nervously.

Yan Qing: "Ming Daoist."

When Mingze saw Yan Qing outside Yuqing Peak, he knew that he had something to do with Xie Shiyi, so he wisely didn't ask much about the Sun residence that day.He just scratched his hair in embarrassment and said: "Brother Yan, I will go down the mountain to buy some talisman papers in Nanshi later, do you want to follow me—Brother Yan, are you conceiving a baby?!" Mingze said, Feeling something was wrong, his pupils constricted all of a sudden, and he exclaimed.

Yan Qing: "Yes."

Mingze was so shocked that he lost his voice, but fortunately, he had already had layers of filters for Yan Qing's identity in his heart, so he accepted it well, and then happily said: "Brother Yan, will you also participate in this Qingyun conference. "

Yan Qing: "Yes."

Mingze's eyes brightened: "That's great!"

After knowing this, Mingze immediately acted like a little sparrow with its mouth open, trying to persuade him to go down the mountain no matter what.

Nanshi is the largest trading market in Nanze Prefecture, where all kinds of ill-gotten pills, talismans, and weapons will be sold.The disciples of the Ninth Great Sect don't lack anything, and they went to Nanshi purely to try their luck, what if they encountered some natural talents and earthly treasures that were very suitable for their own skills.

Yan Qing hadn't been to other places in Nanze Prefecture except for the last mission to the sect, so he hit it off with Mingze immediately.

The sect of Futai Academy had no interest in competing with Yan Qing, but he was hated by the petite Heng Bai, who called him on stage.

Heng Bai sat in the gazebo opposite him, randomly drew a stick, and said coolly, "Yan Qing, you and Sun Xu have a competition."

The other student named Sun Xu was from the Dijie School.

His cultivation was already at the peak of Jindan, and he was quite disdainful at first, but he saw that the person standing next to Yan Qing was Ming Zehou.

Immediately lifted his spirits again, and walked onto the stage with a serious face.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, please enlighten me."

Regarding the matter of Qingle City, Zongmen ordered it to be kept secret, so no one knew what happened that day.

Yan Qing looked up at Heng Bai, and Heng Bai sneered at him as expected.

In fact, Yan Qing probably also knew Heng Bai's intention - was he planning to let him be beaten to the ground in actual combat, and retreat in spite of difficulties?

Sure enough, the maids around the eldest lady are all sharp-mouthed and tofu-hearted.

"Good fellow daoist, I accept it." Yan Qing smiled gracefully, crossed the bamboo sea, and stood calmly on the competition stage.

But after Sun Ru took out his natal sword, Yan Qing froze in place, and realized that it was like his soul silk, which could not be used as a weapon at will.Soul silk is the most evil thing, it can be used for self-protection.It's a little inappropriate to stand on the test bench so carelessly.

Yan Qing felt strangely guilty for a while, and then said to Heng Bai: "Wait, Elder Heng Bai, I found out that I don't have a weapon."

All the disciples of Futai Academy had question marks all over their faces: "..." You have joined the Forgiveness Sect and still don't have weapons?

Heng Bai was also furious: "Find it yourself!"

Yan Qing originally planned to pick up a bamboo branch at random, but his eyes wandered around on the ground, and suddenly he saw a corner of a white robe.Yan Qing was slightly stunned, looked up, and saw Xie Shiyi and Xi Chaoyun standing at the end of the forest, watching quietly.

Xi Chaoyi, without makeup, Jingchai, blue robe, gentle and smiling.And next to him was Xie Shiyi, Yuguan Xueyi, elegant and dusty, with a faint gaze.

A few green leaves fall from the bamboo forest, splitting the sunlight.

Heng Bai collapsed in the pavilion, holding a fan to fan Yan Qing's anger, rolling his eyes to the sky: "Either hit it with bare hands, or pick up a branch. What are you still with the ink marks on? You, where will you be at the Qingyun Conference? I'll give you ink marks at the right time! Why, wait for the heaven to drop a peerless magic weapon for you?"

The disciples beside him laughed together.

Yan Qing curled her lips into a smile, and walked quickly towards Xie Shiyi.

Heng Bai: "Where are you going—"

Everyone's eyes followed his back, and when they saw the two people at the end of the bamboo forest, they all turned pale with shock.

They may never have the chance to meet Xie Shiyi, but no one will be unfamiliar with Xi Chaoyun.The elder Taishang of the Wangqing Sect, the thorn hairpin on his temples was transformed by an ancient sacred tree.In the late stage of Transformation, the master of Caiyu Peak.

"X, Elder Xi?!"

Yan Qing ran over, her hair and sleeves were curled with golden light and bamboo leaves, her eyes were smiling, and when she approached, there seemed to be a gust of blue wind.He greeted Elder Xi first: "Hello, Elder Xi." Then he smiled and looked at Xie Shiyi directly: "Xie Xianzun, I will borrow your sword to use."

Xi Chaoyun just wanted to say hello to him.In the end, Yan Qing's gentle smile froze on his face after being frightened by Yan Qing's words, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

—Borrow, borrow a sword?

Xie Shiyi said coldly: "Don't you have any weapons yourself?"

Yan Qing spoke briskly: "Isn't this my weapon that can't be seen? Hurry up, hurry up."

Xie Shiyi glanced at him indifferently, but a sword of no regrets slowly appeared in his sleeve.The No Regret Sword is an ancient magic weapon, from the tip to the blade is transparent white, and the hilt seems to be condensed with blue frost.

Xi Chaoyun hastily said: "Duwei is impossible, the Bugui sword is a magic weapon, and others will be backlashed when using it..."

But before she finished speaking, Yan Qing had already taken the Sword of No Regrets, and held it in her hands chicly.

The moment he first entered his hands, the Sword of No Regret burst out with a vast amount of murderous intent, but it soon dissipated like a tide and fell asleep again.

"Thank you." Yan Qing raised his lips and smiled, turning around with his sword in hand. He entered Wangqing Sect like this and lived in Yuqing Peak. How could his relationship with Xie Shiyi be kept secret in the sect.Anyway, he didn't intend to cover it up.

Young people come like the wind and leave like the wind.

Only Xi Chaoyun froze in place, turned to look at Xie Shiyi, his eyes were full of surprise, shock, and deep disbelief.

She thought that Xie Shiyi treated Yan Qing with the affection of an old friend, the affection of a friend, and even if they became Taoist couples, they would respect each other as guests.

She thought that Du Wei was cautious and calm by nature, and could control everything within an appropriate range, including emotions and desires.

For all the connivance and abnormality before, she was just relieved that Du Wei had some human touch.

Until now, the sword of no regrets has been handed over to Yan Qing directly.

It was only then that Xi Chaoyun came to his senses.

This is not pure connivance...

Her face was slightly pale, and she asked softly, "Du Wei, you treat him."

Her tone trembled: "No, Du Wei...your ruthless way..."

Hearing this, Xie Shiyi pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Master, you already know the answer, so don't ask."

Under the horrified eyes of all the disciples, Yan Qing easily won the competition.

At night, Nanshi.

"You really held the Sword of No Regrets back then?!"

"What does it feel like to hold the Sword of No Regrets in your hand? Don't all the ancient gods have sword spirits? Why haven't you been backlashed!"

Mingze has just recovered from the shock during the day, the admiration in his eyes is almost overflowing, he even forgot to abide by the rules.

Directly engage in the essence of talking about tuberculosis, crackling and asking non-stop.

"Why did Senior Brother Xie come and lend you the Sword of No Regrets? Is it really as simple as a fate between you and Senior Brother Xie?"

"Also, Senior Brother Xie really deserves to be our sect's chief disciple, number one in Qingyun's list. His demeanor is admirable."

"The person next to senior brother Bai Tian seems to be Elder Xi."

He was chattering there, Yan Qing dragged the drowsy Unwilling as he walked and watched.

Xie Shiyi came here to give him the beads. He gave him the fairy alliance token back then, because the beads themselves were so pure and cold, Xie Shiyi unloaded them for him when he gave birth.As for why the No Regret Sword doesn't backfire, if the master allows it, it won't backfire.

Nanshi in Nanze Prefecture is located in a dark alley. The houses and walls here are built very low. At night, red lanterns hang high, night crows fly low, and butterflies and white moths come alive.The transactions in Nanshi are extremely secretive, so everyone who comes here wears a mask, which adds a ghostly color to it.

Yan Qing was looking at the things sold on the streets of Nanshi.Xindao, this is indeed a well-known black market, and there are all kinds of strange things on the ground.The function is also incredible.

There was a lot of people ahead, Yan Qing joined in the fun and walked over.

I found out that it was an old man selling herbs. There were all kinds of strange-looking herbs in a mess on the ground, and there was a sign next to it saying, "Cure all diseases".

The four words of brazenness have aroused the interest of many people.

Everyone asked: "Your medicine really cures all diseases."

The old man closed his eyes and opened one eye, said: "That's natural. These herbs are all dug from the bottom of the sea by me, the old man, who escaped death.

——The bottom of the sea?

Some people would roll their eyes when they hear this, and then call them a liar and leave.

But one person doesn't.

She squatted on the ground, her white dress was full of pearls, her skin was delicate and soft, and she was born noble at first glance.But the movements were very casual and careless. He reached out to pick up a black lacquered herb, broke off a small piece, threw it directly into his mouth, and chewed it.

The old man was so annoyed by her actions that his eyes widened, and he rushed over with all his teeth and claws: "Oh, what are you doing, little girl! How dare you steal it? — Spit it out! Spit it out for me!"

Seeing him rushing towards him, the girl in the white dress quickly hugged her head and yelled, "I just tasted it and didn't taste much. I just wanted to see what your medicine is. Why are you so excited?"

The old man was furious: "Not much? Do you know how expensive my medicine is? You can't even afford to sell you for what you take!"

After the girl in the white dress spit out a ball of black grass, she simply quarreled with him, "How expensive is it? You mean that there are consonance grasses everywhere in Nanze Prefecture. I really think that if you paint it black, you can fly!" Are the branches turning into phoenixes and sitting on the ground raising prices? Shameless!"

The old man was so anxious to cover her mouth, he just wanted to drive away the mourning star: "Oh, you ghost girl can't steal food and start spitting blood! Okay, I will discipline you for your parents today!"

The girl in the white skirt screamed in fright: "Ah, the liar is going to kill someone!"

But before the old man even touched her, he was already tightly bound by a black chain.A young man with a golden mask stepped out from the darkness. He was tall and thin, with pale skin and a ghostly look, like an eternal shadow.

The girl in the white skirt saw the person coming, she immediately stood up, aggrieved but also happily shouted: "Fei Yu!"

Yan Qing didn't look at the man with the golden mask.

He saw that the moment the girl in the white skirt got up, the skirt of the skirt swung slightly, revealing her ankles—there was no flesh and blood there, only a single white bone remained.

"Miss." The young man named Fei Yu's voice was hoarse, but when the girl reached out to pull his sleeve, he took a step back respectfully.

The girl in the white skirt seemed to have expected such a situation long ago, sticking out her tongue: "It's boring."

Fei Yu said: "Since it's boring, let's go back to the sect."

The girl in the white dress immediately shook her head: "No, I finally came out so I don't want to go back. I stay in that ghost medicine shop every day and there is no one to talk to. If I stay any longer, I'm going crazy!" She thought for a while, He muttered, "Hmph, I'm happier arguing with this liar than going back."

Her tone is light and her manner is delicate.

It is completely the image of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl who is loved by the family.But this image doesn't fit her.

Her demeanor should be generous, gentle and calm, not so capricious and naive, as if she hadn't grown up.

Yan Qing landed on her boneless ankle, and landed on her face again.The white feathers on the face can't cover up the hideous marks of being burned by the fire.Red scars gathered on her cheeks.

"Feiyu Feiyu, is there an auction house here? Take me to see it." The girl probably only had the mind of a teenager, and she was lively and lively.The eyes are clear and innocent, and when he smiles, he is extraordinarily innocent.

Fei Yu was silent for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

"Great."

She applauded happily, and ignored the trembling liar boss.

The monk next to the girl was at the Mahayana stage, Yan Qing didn't dare to act rashly and took a few steps forward.

But from the half of the girl's face, he had already guessed her identity.He is not unfamiliar with this face, on the contrary, when he came to South Zezhou, it might be the first face he was familiar with.Beautiful nose and bright lips, exquisite and flawless, the only difference may be that there is no mole on the tip of her nose.

At that time, the cloud boat was going to the fairy banquet, the cloud maids had misty temples, and the skirts were covered with flowers, talking and laughing at Yan Yanjian and dumping all living beings.Now in this dark city, half squatting on the ground, chewing withered herbs bit by bit.

... She is like a mirror.

As early as on the way from the Rejuvenation Sect to the Wangqing Sect, Yan Qing asked Tianshu if Jing Ruchen was dead, and Tianshu said that he was not dead, but after so many years, he might have disappeared, and no one dared to inquire.

Chiling Tianhuo disabled her legs and crippled her cultivation. Now it seems that she has lost her memory.The gentle and amiable head of the Fuhuamen at the beginning turned into a carefree girl now.I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.