The plot sum is against this seat [Transmigration Book]

Before Shen Chunmian could react, the sword in Jiang Zhufeng's hand was already between Chu Lingling's neck.

Not only did Chu Lingling show no fear on her face, she also taunted Shen Chunmian with her eyes lowered, "Didn't the leader teach your subordinates that even if this sword cuts the throat of the owner of the valley, it is only a superficial injury to the owner of the valley?" .”

"you……"

He was about to continue provoking, but he smelled a familiar smell from Jiang Zhufeng behind him, and now he suddenly realized that it was not only his throat that was pressed by the sharp sword, but also his throat. consciousness.

In the current comprehension world, apart from Shen Xianjing, the master of Qianyu Pavilion, the only one who can cut souls with a single sword, is his former Taoist partner, the spiritual cultivator Huai Chu who has reached the stage of becoming a cicada.

But didn't Shen Chunmian and the two of them break up long ago?Besides, the unattractive Lihen attendant behind him smelled like he was only [-]% of the alchemy cultivation base, although it was not considered low, but logically speaking, it was still far from the realm of those two.

However, the people behind him did not allow him to think carefully. The sword had already sunk into his neck, and Chu Lingling saw the spiritual power in her body draining out rapidly.

"Chun Mian, we are old friends." Chu Lingling judged the situation, and immediately changed into a flattering smile, "The right protector of your sect is all naughty and ignorant, so I invited him to sit in the sect." Yes, if there is a gap between our two sides because of this trivial matter, how bad would it be?"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Chunmian turned over a ghost servant who was trying to approach Jiang Zhufeng from behind.

Shen Chunmian didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so she glanced at Fu Le's horrific half leg from the corner of her eye, and said decisively, "Zhufeng, do it."

Jiang Zhufeng got his order, his heart skipped a beat, and he used all his strength.

Unexpectedly, that Chu Lingling was only pretending to compromise, just when Jiang Zhufeng was about to cut off his head, he suddenly blew himself up, and the blood mist all over the sky immediately blinded Jiang Zhufeng and Shen Chunmian's eyes.

The blood mist gradually turned black, and then Jiang Zhufeng, who was in the center of the blood mist, suddenly pressed his waist, and Shen Chunmian subconsciously chased after him: "Jiang..."

Jiang Zhufeng didn't feel any pain on his face, several sword intents flew out one after another from the tip of the sword, flying around the black mist, and then shattered into countless sword shadows like light and shadow, and immediately smashed the sword A piece of black mist nailed a human figure on the wall.

Shen Chunmian was stunned.

In his impression, the owner of the Sun Moon Valley is already [-]% of the Nascent Soul's cultivation, and he doesn't know if he has improved recently. A monk at the bottom level can easily force his spiritual consciousness to such a field.

There were ferocious spirits constantly trying to break out of the black mist, but they were all pierced by the sword intent, leaving only one after another, sharp or stern screams.

Without any hesitation, Shen Chunmian kicked Jiang Zhufeng's ghost servants to the ground with one kick, supported him with one hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Zhufeng raised his sword and slashed the last sword intent towards Chu Lingling's heart, and then he just looked at a person who was still in good shape, and immediately limp and fell into Shen Chunmian's arms.

Shen Chunmian supported Jiang Zhufeng with difficulty, and reprimanded: "Stop, your valley owner is dead."

His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it fell into everyone's ears. After seeing the situation clearly, these ghost servants didn't dare to move anymore.

After all, without their Valley Master, even if they add up, they would not be Shen Chunmian's opponent, not to mention that he has a follower with unknown cultivation level right now.

Shen Chunmian originally wanted to push this dead Jiang Zhufeng to others, but this Jiang Zhufeng refused to be touched by others at all, so Shen Chunmian had no choice but to shoulder his responsibility.

He half supported and half hugged the huge human-shaped pendant, and accused him in a low voice: "What are you doing in such a hurry? Didn't I tell you that they have a lot of dirty tricks? You have fought these people so many times, why? Don't you know how to be careful?"

Jiang Zhufeng sniffed the scent of acacia on his lapel unintentionally, and said in a low voice: "I used to know how to be cautious, but when I think of you being wronged by him and insulted by his words, I will go crazy, so I am naturally upset. Ning, this is how he was fooled."

What he said was frank and aggrieved, even though Shen Chunmian had the intention to blame him, he couldn't say a single harsh word to him right now.

Before he could get his attention away from Jiang Zhufeng, he saw Fu Le, who had just been rescued, dragging a broken leg, crying and hugging his waist, Shen Chunmian fell down, He was almost crushed to death by these two.

"Wow, Master!" Fu Le cried with snot and tears, "I thought you wouldn't come to save my subordinates, I thought..."

"Okay," Shen Chunmian didn't dare to throw him away rashly because of the injury on his leg, so he could only say, "What does it look like to cry and embarrass me in someone else's house-you are still doing it in a daze." What, why don't you help the right guardian up quickly?"

The congregation next to him immediately helped Fu Le up, but Fu Le was still crying non-stop.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that Shen Chunmian would come to save him. Originally, he was appointed as the protector of the right law, but he followed the previous leader's wishes. Therefore, for so long, Fu Le has been trying to please him, lest he be abandoned .

But now that he has been taken away by the people of Sun Moon Valley, there are a lot of believers who are more cultivated than him in the Lihen Sect, and Shen Chunmian always shows dislike for him these days.

He thought...even if he was thinking about his old relationship, Shen Chunmian just sent two people to ask for him.

With Shen Chunmian's temperament in the past, since he has become a defeated under others, he is a waste, he will die as soon as he dies, there is nothing to regret, if he gets it back, he will only tarnish the appearance of Lihen Sect.

During the day when Fu Le was trapped, he thought of everything, but he never thought that Shen Chunmian would sacrifice himself to save him.

Because there were two more seriously injured people on the return trip, there was another Fu Le on the Luowei Qixiang car that Shen Chunmian was riding on.

Although Jiang Zhufeng didn't say anything, he looked at Fu Le with resentful eyes, leaning against Shen Chunmian's arms, and said weakly: "He's not seriously injured, let those believers take turns to carry the toilet." Yes, why pick it up in the car?"

Shen Chunmian raised his chin and pointed to Fu Le's boneless leg: "Can you be a little kind? Does this mean that the injury is not serious?"

Jiang Zhufeng pursed his lips for a while, and deliberately raised his hand to protect his cut waist.

Shen Chunmian followed him to look down, and saw that the wound had not yet healed, and the wound was surrounded by black air. Whenever the wound showed a slight tendency to heal, the black air would tear the wound open again.

He felt pain even looking at it, so the tone of Jiang Zhufeng's speech became softer, and he sighed softly: "Who told you to be so reckless? You should."

Shen Chunmian said this, but a spiritual energy protruded from his hand, carefully regulating his inner breath, but when he protruded out, he couldn't help but froze.

"you……"

From the outside, Jiang Zhufeng was clearly just a nine-level condensed core, but when he penetrated his spiritual energy into his spiritual veins, he discovered that his spiritual veins were like a galaxy in the sky, changing rapidly.

That shouldn't be what a monk at the condensing stage should have.

Even Shen Chunmian couldn't comprehend such a wonderful change. Seeing his frowning, Jiang Zhufeng smiled slightly, and he whispered in Shen Chunmian's ear: "I have already become the seventh layer of morphing cicada... I'm just telling you."

Shen Chunmian's eyes were a little surprised, but in his heart he also felt that this was expected. Jiang Zhufeng practiced in the mortal world for thousands of years in his last life, and he is also a talented person. Naturally, he has thoroughly comprehended this way of reaching heaven. , It is of course effortless to cultivate again in this life.

But Shen Chunmian still couldn't understand, how could he, an earth immortal in the stage of turning into a cicada, hurt Chu Lingling, a Nascent Soul ghost cultivator.

But thinking about his "powerlessness" in front of Fu Le before, it didn't seem surprising that he would be accidentally injured by Chu Lingling.

At the same time, Fu Le who had passed out of a coma suddenly woke up leisurely.

The ghost attendant in Sun Moon Valley hanged his life with pills, and ate the flesh and flesh from his calf, so right now he couldn't feel that half of his calf at all, let alone his body. Not to mention restoring it with spiritual power.

"Master..." As soon as Fu Le saw Shen Chunmian, tears came to his eyes again.

Shen Chunmian patted Jiang Zhufeng's back and told him to lean to the side first: "I'll feed him a pill, talk to him a few words, and I'll be back in a while."

After speaking, he felt that there was something wrong with him, he was just swaying in front of Jiang Zhufeng, why did he tell him in such detail what he was going to do?

Jiang Zhufeng looked unwilling, stared at him eagerly and said, "My wound hurts."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm in this car," Shen Chunmian said, "Don't mess around."

After finishing speaking, he left Jiang Zhufeng in place, then got up and went to look for Fu Le on the opposite bed.

Now that Fu Le's broken leg has been wrapped in gauze, it doesn't look so scary anymore, Shen Chunmian took out a pill from the kit, and put it into his mouth.

Shen Chunmian didn't realize it at all. After seeing his movement, Jiang Zhufeng, who was lying on the couch not far behind him, looked cold.

"How is it? Are you better?" Shen Chunmian asked, "Are there any other injuries on your body?"

Before Fu Le could say a word, tears were streaming down his face. He shook his head: "As long as I can return to Lihen alive, even if my bones and blood are gone, I can recover."

Shen Chunmian didn't know much about Fu Le, and he didn't know why he hated Qingyun Sect so much, let alone why he was so devoted to the villain in the original book.

The elixir he fed to Fu Le just now was to soothe his spirit and vitalize his veins, so in order to prevent him from falling asleep again, Shen Chunmian asked casually: "I don't know yet, why did you come to Lihen?"

Fu Le lowered his eyes, as if recalling the past.

After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "This subordinate was originally a child who had no worries about food and clothing, a father who loves him and a mother who loves him. His father works in farming, and his mother weaves and does embroidery. Although the family's life is not considered rich, But it can be regarded as having no worries about food and clothing.”

In his memory, his family's land was extremely fertile, and whether it was growing food or anything else, it grew better than other people's land.

Fu Le originally thought that she would always grow up so carefree.

Until one day, a Taoist priest came to his house and offered a high price to buy his family's field, but his father refused to sell it.

Their family's ancestors have lived in this field for generations, relying on this land to feed their family generation after generation.

"Father said that if he sells the land left by his ancestors and goes underground later, he will be scolded by his ancestors. No matter how much gold is given to him, he will not sell it."

Seeing that he refused to sell, the Taoist raised the price again, but it was obviously far beyond the value of a piece of land. My father became suspicious and suspected that the cultivator was a liar, so he refused to sell it even more.

"But then one day," Fu Le's voice trembled, obviously in extreme pain, "that man failed to buy the land, so he sneaked into my house at night and took my parents and my infant sister together. Killed."

Fortunately among the misfortunes, he was begged by his aunt who lived in the town for a few days, asking him to do odd jobs in her small shop and earn some pocket money by the way, so he was not at home, so he narrowly escaped the disaster.

After my aunt learned the news of his parents' death, she didn't dare to tell him easily, so she just lied to him that his parents were not free during the busy farming season and asked him to stay in her home for a few more days.

As a result, only two days later, someone he knew told his aunt that someone seemed to be inquiring about the existence of the son of the Fu family. Both uncle and aunt felt that something was wrong, and after they made up their minds, they sent him to a place in Lihen. In the hands of a friend on duty in the church, he was asked to take him back to the church for protection.

At that time, the Lihen Sect was both good and evil, and it was not considered a cult.

Moreover, the friend of the two had reached the foundation building stage, and they felt that he should be able to protect the child well.

So Fu Le followed him to practice Taoism in the Lihen Sect, and gradually grew up.

Later, when he grew up, he realized that there was a spiritual vein connected to the field in his home, and there was a spiritual mine underneath, but it was buried very deep, and it was impossible to find it unless it was a master of this kind.

And because his family's ancestors have cultivated land there for generations, and the spirit vein has recognized its owner, so it cannot be easily taken away by others, so the Taoist said at the beginning that he would buy the land, as long as his father signed the special contract, the land The spirit mine will automatically change hands.

But his father refused.

So the cultivator had another plan, and changed to another method, which was to kill all the direct blood of his family, so that the spiritual mine would have no owner.

So his father, mother, sister, and even his aunt and cousin died because of this.

"Later, my uncle, who was lucky enough to escape, found Lihenjiao, and it was only overnight that his hair turned white," Fu Le said, sobbing, "He said he remembered the person who came that night At that time, he fought with him for a while, and saw a reflective jade tablet on his waist, engraved with pines and cypresses."

"But there are pines and cypresses on the badges of several sects," Fu Le said through gritted teeth, "so I had no choice but to kill the people from those sects and bring back their badges for my uncle to identify. "

At that time, his uncle was too sick to get out of bed, but he still recognized the token at a glance.

That was the sect to which the enemy who killed him, his wife, and his sons and daughters belonged to. No matter how confused he was, he dared not remember it wrong.

"That's the Qingyun faction," Fu Le looked at Jiang Zhufeng on the opposite side with hatred, "It's the Qing, Yun, and faction who claim to be famous and upright!"