Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

When Luo Qingquan heard this questioning, he couldn't help but squeeze the high-end high-grade folding fan into a squeaky sound, "Senior Wen, are you a bit wide-minded? When I want to say it, just say it. Does it have to be a rule that fails?"

"That's it." Wen Xuan stated lightly, "You only think about yourself when you talk and do things, and you haven't considered the influence on the sect at all, haven't you?"

"You..." If it wasn't for the good quality of the folding fan, I'm afraid Luo Qingquan would break it.

"So what? You are defeated!" He snapped the folding fan away and pointed at Wenxuan with the edge of the fan. "Why are you making irresponsible remarks in front of me? If you don't agree, we will compare it again!"

Wen Xuan shook his head.

Luo Qingquan was already angry, and if this continued, he would only show more ugliness.

"Okay, okay." At this moment, the big-bellied old man in the seat above laughed, and finally made a round of speech, "The teacher nephew made a reasonable point. Qingquan, this time you are indeed too messy. coming."

This old man was named Luo Tiancheng, Luo Qingquan's master, and even Luo Qingquan's uncle.

When Luo Qingquan heard this, he became sober suddenly, took a deep breath, and endured his anger.

"But it's not a bad thing for young people to forge ahead." Elder Luo smiled and looked at the two people on the left. "Senior brother, Sister Ling, what do you think?"

The beautiful woman snorted coldly, "Your disciple wants to grab the position of the literary nephew. In any case, wait until Senior Brother Chu comes back to talk about it?"

Elder Luo smiled, his gaze fell on Ji Ziang, "Senior Brother Head?"

Ji Ziang twisted his small beard. After hesitating for so long, he was finally willing to take a stand, "Even if Brother Chu is not there, you and I have seen the scene just now. Although Luo Shinephew is strong, he is not as good as the teacher nephew. The town can live in a place."

"It's true." Elder Luo agreed with a smile, "Qing Quan still has too much to learn."

After receiving his reply, Ji Ziang groaned for a long time, then lowered his gaze, looked at Luo Qingquan, and made a final conclusion, "Senior Nephew Luo, you can win the championship in this sect. You can choose from the sect. You can take the same magic weapon for one exercise. You deserve it. You can take it out at the Qianbao Pavilion and Wanfa Hall at any time. As for other things, you don’t need to mention it here."

Luo Qingquan bit his teeth and had to lower his head, "The disciple understands."

"Um..." Ji Ziang nodded in satisfaction.

After that, the head confessed more scenes, and then stood up and waved his sleeves, indicating that the current Shuiyun Zongmen Dabi has ended successfully and returned with the elders. The disciple watching the battle from below and Lu continued to disperse, quiet and orderly, and finally there was no more trouble.

Wen Xuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Luo Qingquan finally raised his head, but his face was full of unwillingness. When he opened his mouth, he sneered, "Brother, good method."

Look at this, it seems that Wen Xuan's previous actions were all for performance in front of the head.

Wen Xuan glanced at him blankly, then left with the broken sword in his arms. He doesn't care about him, and there is nothing to care about. Anyway, even if he cares about his own sword, he won't be able to return. It's better to think about whether the Canglan sword in his arms can be repaired.

However, before he returned to his own cave, he received another pass, and it was the head calling him over.

Wen Xuan guessed that the head was going to reassure him alone again, so as to save him and Luo Qingquan from falling apart completely, thinking that this was really unnecessary.

After he left, he saw that in the empty hall, only Ji Ziang was sitting in the middle, and the whole person was gathered in the slightly larger head robe, which made people notice a little loneliness and exhaustion that everyone did not have before.

"Xuan'er." The headmaster called him closer and asked an unexpected sentence, "Are you wronged these years?"

Wronged? What can be wronged?

Wen Xuan moved his throat, unable to speak for a while.

"You were so amazing at the time, but now you have fallen to this point. You must be wronged." The head looked at him deeply.

Yes, more than ten years ago, when Luo Qingquan was still struggling during the foundation building period, Wenxuan was also a first-class genius in the Shuiyun Sect, and his talent was unmatched.

Wen Xuan pursed his lips, unavoidably reminiscing about those glorious years. After a long while, he said, "How can everything go well in life? I can get to the point where I am now. Compared to many of my colleagues, I am lucky enough. Although I want to go further, the number of days is here. I can't blame anyone. ."

"You child, don't have to be so arrogant." The head sighed, grabbed his hand, and patted the back of his hand, "After all, the power of fighting is not everything, but the foundation of cultivation is the root. You have just stepped forward now. In the Ning Yuan stage, as long as you sink your heart and polish, you can always improve your cultivation."

As he said, the head put a bottle of pill into Wenxuan's hands, and said with earnest heart, "As for other things, you don't actually need to be concerned about it, just look away."

This is a good bottle of solid foundation pill, what is needed to stabilize the realm.

Wen Xuan was really moved for a while holding this bottle of pill.

He didn't wake up a little until he was out of the hall and was blown by the cold wind outside. Well, in fact, it is really to comfort him, asking him not to care about Luo Qingquan.

Wen Xuan shook his head and sighed. After rubbing the pill for a while, he put it into the storage bag on his waist to accompany the broken sword.

To ask Benxin, Wen Xuan actually wanted to ask if the head could help him repair the sword than this bottle of medicine. It's a pity that the head's meaning is clear enough. This pill is a hint-since the power of fighting is not good, you can just keep your head down and cultivate well, and what else do you have to do with those fighting things?

This truth is so correct, the head even put down his body to make this kind of hint, according to Li Wenxuan should give face. But the word "look away" is always easy to say, but always difficult to do.

Especially at this moment, the fight in the morning was still hot. As soon as Wen Xuan came out, he could hear the sect brother talking about the battle he lost to Luo Qingquan, and he could hear it everywhere.

"At that time, Brother Luo used a move of flying snow from the sky to force Senior Brother Wen to the corner. Senior Brother Wen quickly sacrificed his sword and stopped the spell desperately. He cracked and stopped for a long time, and then clicked! Brother Wen! His sword was broken! I couldn't even make a decent counterattack!"

Look at the story, it's vivid, just like a storyteller.

Wen Xuan passed over their heads, hearing the lively noise, didn't know what to do.

"I always listened to those seniors talking about how good Senior Brother Wen was back then, but now it seems like that."

"That's right, Brother Luo is still very good, really capable."

"Nor can you say that, Brother Wen has been running for the sect all these years, maybe because of this, he has delayed his own practice.

"Yes, since those seniors said that, Senior Brother Wen must have been really good back then."

"Hey, how could he be like this now? Don't say it's all because of running for the sect, I don't believe it."

Cultivators are already sensitive to the five senses, but it happens that Wen Xuan's five senses are much more sensitive than the monks of the same level, until they fly far past, these conversations can still pierce his ears.

He also couldn't help thinking: Yeah, why did I become like this?

The thought of this made people distraught, Wen Xuan shook his head, and simply went straight out of the scope of the Shuiyun Sect's inner gate and entered the outer gate.

He knew a junior who had some avenues in refining tools. He was retreated to the outer door because his cultivation was too slow in the previous two years. This time, he could just go and have a look. By the way, he asked if his sword was saved.

When he first arrived at the outer door, he also hoped that it could be quieter here, after all, only disciples of the inner door could watch the battle in that match.

In the end he was so naive. I don't know how smooth the communication between the Shuiyun Sect's inner and outer gates is, and the mess is spreading all over the mountains and plains in the outer gate. And because I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it spreads in a variety of ways. I don't know how much more exaggerated it is. It is full of all kinds of ideas that make people speechless.

It's a pity that what is creative is only the description of the match, and the discussion after the description is still so uncreative.

"Isn't Senior Brother Wen very strong back then? How come you are here now?"

Wen Xuan gave a long sigh, and had to try to ignore the noise, and hurriedly flew to the direction of the junior.

"It's because of the technique."

At this moment, such a soft sentence penetrated Wen Xuan's eardrums again, causing him to stop Escape for a while, and couldn't help but look back.

He has very strong ears and can hear far away, but the distance is covered by a mountain, and he can't see the speaker at first glance. Then Wen Xuan gritted his teeth and simply turned Dun Yun, looking for the direction he had just heard.

Gongfa. The person who can mention these two words accurately cannot help him not care.

But after a while, he saw two figures in a clearing in the mountain. He quickly descended, and when he saw the two of them clearly, he was taken aback. It was a young girl and a middle-aged man. But Wen Xuan heard the sentence just now very clearly, that voice was between a young man and a teenager, and it would never be the two in front of him.

When the middle-aged man saw Wenxuan, he was naturally taken aback. After watching it for a while, his face changed again. He immediately shook like a sieve. He quickly rolled to the ground, pulling the girl beside him to kneel together. Tremblingly, "Brother Wenwenwen, why are you here?"

As soon as he spoke, Wen Xuan heard it. This was the person who asked the question earlier.

In this way, the person who answered the question should be nearby. Wen Xuan thought of this, and quickly moved his gaze away from the two of them, ready to find a circle.

"Brother Zhao, get up, he is here to find me." At this moment, a voice came from behind. Wen Xuan could hear clearly, the tone was exactly the same as the sentence just now.

He turned his head and saw a big tree behind him with a small house hidden behind the tree.

A boy in a green shirt in front of the house was leaning on the door and laughing.