We are not allowed to brush face here [Quick Transmigration]

Qingya Mountain is shrouded in green and green all year round. There will be no blooming flowers in spring, and it will not be covered with white snow in winter.It sounds like a boring place, but no one would look down on Qingya Mountain.

Because there is a sect on Qingya Mountain, named after the mountain, it is the top sword sect in this continent, ranking first among the four major sects.

Ji Fangze lives on Qingya Mountain.

But he is not Qingya's disciple, not even a first-class servant.He himself does not know what he is.

As long as he can remember, he lived in Poyun Peak among the six mountains of Qingya, and was personally taught by the owner of Poyun Peak, Mo Fan.Speaking of this, it was enough to make him envied by the top ten young people in the world, but Ji Fangze didn't think it was a good thing.Because he's not having a good time.

He lives in a hut in the back mountain forest, the surroundings are desolate and quiet, without any neighbors.Since he was six years old, he has to get up very early every day to fetch water from the stream at the foot of the mountain. This kind of thing is very unnecessary, because in Poyun Peak, even the servants can guide water, but he has to do it, because it is his " Morning class".After choosing a tank of water, he will enter Mo Fan's cave and start a day of "study".

People who didn't know probably thought that he would learn some advanced swordsmanship with Ling Yunjian Mo Fan, and he would have to recite some hard-to-find mental formulas in the world, but Mo Fan just asked him to "quiet meditation".

What does a child know about meditation?In fact, it is confinement in a room that is so dark that there is no light.He was not released until the sun was setting, and then went down the mountain again to fill a tank of water. This was his "evening class".One day passed like this.

Mo Fan never admitted that Ji Fangze was his disciple, and he didn't like him either. For Ji Fangze himself, it would be more accurate to say that he hates him.Mo Fan is the peak master of Poyun Peak, and he is a respected and beloved peak master. Of course, his attitude will affect the people around him.

In addition, Ji Fangze's personality is not very pleasant, so Ji Fangze has been living very lonely.

Most people would not bully him, nor would they get close to him, they just kept a cold distance.But that's only most of it.

In any sect, some inappropriate things will happen, especially when there are children in this sect.

Children may not understand too many complicated things, they don't know why Peak Master Mingming doesn't like him, but they still have to teach him personally.But some people seem to be born with jealousy and malice.

The first time Ji Fangze met Ye Cheng was one evening.

He was pressed to the ground and struggled to stand up, but he couldn't move at all because of the spiritual force on his body.There are five or six boys of similar age standing around. Although these people have only just started, they are more than enough to deal with him.

The boy farthest away from him, whose clothes seemed to be spotless, looked at his embarrassment with an innocent expression. He was so young, but he could have that kind of strong viciousness: "Do you know why the peak master named you" Fangze'? My dad said, it's because you're a bastard."

Ji Fangze clenched his fist tightly. At this moment, he felt the shackles on his body suddenly become lighter and disappeared.

A clear youthful voice sounded from behind them: "It's so strange! I've never heard of such a saying."

It was meal time, and the place was remote, so the boys didn't expect anyone to appear, and their expressions suddenly changed.

The boy in the lead put away the gloom in his eyes for a moment, made a pure and aggrieved expression, and complained first to the handsome young man who walked out of the mountain forest: "Senior brother, he was the one who did it first."

Ji Fangze stood up and felt some pain in his calf. Facing the accusation, he looked indifferent, turned around and left.

It was indeed Ji Fangze who made the first move.He walked the Wulai mountain road, until the afterglow of the setting sun was approaching, the tank of water that he had just filled was poured on the ground in front of the tank by someone using the water diversion formula.He didn't care if Mo Fan was satisfied, but it was related to his dinner.

The boy in white with a sword walked among the group of children. He didn't look at Ji Fangze who was leaving, but glanced at the ice blue pattern on the boy's sleeve: "A child of the Bai family in the ice city?"

The boy's uneasy heart finally calmed down, and he glanced at Ji Fangze's fading back with a little complacency: "My father, Bai Zhen, the lord of Bingcheng City, is here to participate in Qingya's disciple selection meeting in January, and come to Poyun Feng borrowed it."

The boy nodded with a calm expression and no change in tone: "Then you can go back early, remember to bring your little friend with you."

The smile on the boy's face slowly faded: "I don't understand what brother means."

But the young man lazily said: "Senior brother called too early. It means that there will not be any mountain in Qingya to accept you to get started."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, the boy turned and left, heading towards Ji Fangze.

Ji Fangze had already gone a little further, but the boy caught up with him in the blink of an eye and looked at him with a smile.

"Do you want me to carry the barrel for you?"

"What are you doing with this barrel?"

"I didn't even know there was a shortcut here!"

At that time, Ji Fangze hadn't cultivated the state of mind of being strong and unmoved, so when Ye Cheng chased him to the stream, he finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Mo Fan doesn't like me."

The boy blinked: "Huh?"

"That is to say, I can't do you any good, and even make Mo Fan hate you."

Ji Fangze later recalled that the first few years of his life were obscure and dark.It seems that the first time he saw other colors was when he was lifted up from behind by an extremely rude young man and thrown far away. When he raised his eyes, he saw the orange Nongli, and the setting sun was about to fade away. falling sky.

"Kids, don't be so cynical at a young age, brother will take you to play."

Ji Fangze was deflected from the original direction by him like a puppy. After struggling twice, he suddenly became very angry: "I still have to fetch water!"

"I gave you a full card when I just left. Don't worry, I'm fine. I often help my juniors and younger sisters with their homework, and I have never been caught."

Ji Fangze thought that someone would stop him immediately, but seeing the young man carrying him all the way down Poyun Peak and heading straight for the gate of Qingya, the disciples and elders who saw this scene pretended not to see it, so they had no choice but to accept their fate.After learning that the boy really wanted to "take him to play", the little Ji Fangze asked, "What are you playing for?"

The young man seemed to be stumped by his question, and thought about it seriously for a long time: "I usually read books by myself, practice sword and chess with my companions, and occasionally go down the mountain secretly to drink."

He seemed to be inspired by something, his eyes suddenly lit up: "I know!"

Although Ji Fangze thought that he might be mentally ill, at this moment, he had to admit that this mentally ill guy was pretty good-looking.

The teenage boy and a seven or eight-year-old boy slipped out of Qingya Mountain just like that.

That day happened to be the Lantern Festival in the world, and the night market was brightly lit.They walked the long night market from beginning to end, watching juggling, watching lanterns, and eating Lantern Festival.

The bowl of Lantern Festival was sweet and salty, and it was naturally inferior to Poyunfeng's spiritual food, but every taste was something Ji Fangze had never tasted before.

The lamps and shadows are dimming, the revolving lanterns are full of beautiful talents, the four seasons are clustered, and fireworks explode above the head from time to time, forming a splendid scene together.

But there is a moment when the market ends.The night was silent, leaving only the shadows of the mountains and trees, Ji Fangze suddenly took a step back indiscernibly.

The young man held his hand firmly, and said softly, "Don't be afraid. Go back and sleep well, no one will trouble you."

……

Ye Cheng watched Ji Fangze enter the room, his small body could only cast a short shadow on the window paper, washed up, and went to bed.

The lights in the house went out.

He turned around, saw the tall man standing behind him, and saluted calmly: "Uncle Third."

Mo Fan had his hands behind his back, his eyes were like sword lights in the dark night, "Ah Cheng, this is none of your business."

Even though he was a little angry, he still used the word "A Cheng", which shows his preference for Ye Cheng.

Faced with the unhappiness of the peak master of Poyun Peak, Ye Cheng did not see any regret or fear: "Master, I passed by Poyun Peak, and I saw someone inside the gate bullying the weak, bullying the weak with more, how could I not intervene? "

Mo Fan actually looked down on those people this morning, and nodded with a frown: "What I'm saying is that you don't have to meddle in Ji Fangze's affairs in the future."

Ye Cheng still didn't nod, and said in a sincere tone, "Third Martial Uncle, no matter what grievances and grievances your lord has in the past, he is only seven years old this year."

He only knew that there was such a person in the past, but he had never seen it, and he didn't know the specific situation.But just looking at today's events, and Ji Fangze's behavior that is far different from that of ordinary children, Ye Cheng can probably guess what happened in the past.

Most of the new disciples are about the same age as Ji Fangze now.Ye Cheng is used to being a big brother, and has always spoiled the younger brothers and sisters below, and can't see children suffering.

"If the uncle really can't bear the grudge in his heart, why don't you give him to me. I have also taken care of many juniors and sisters, and I have some experience, so I won't mess things up."

Mo Fan was silent for a moment, then shook his head and disappeared into the night.

……

I don't know what the boy did, Ji Fangze really didn't get punished, even when he woke up, those boys who bullied him yesterday disappeared from Poyun Peak.

Mo Fan still doesn't like him, he still needs to get up early every day, carry water, and sit quietly, but his life is different from the past.

One day when he came back from meditation, an identical thatched hut was erected next to his thatched hut, and the boy was lying on the straw mat at the door basking in the sun.Oh no, it's the sunset.

The boy waved at him: "I think this place is nice and suitable for living. Do you want to bask in the sunset together?"

Ji Fangze ignored him and walked past him.

He doesn't want to talk to someone with a sick mind.

The night came quickly, and Ji Fangze was covered with a thin quilt. Because the temperature dropped sharply at night, he put all his clothes on the quilt and still felt cold.His dinner was not much, and he was already hungry at the moment, and this hunger made his chill even worse.

It's not that someone deliberately abused him, but Po Yunfeng's rules are like this.

Everyone only eats spiritual food, eats small meals, covers single quilts, and wears common clothes to minimize the temptation of material desires.

But children who have already entered the Tao, and real ordinary children like Ji Fangze, naturally have different tolerance.It's not hard to imagine, it's just that no one cares whether he's doing well or not.

Just as he shrank into a ball, there was a knock on the window, and that annoying voice started again: "I made broth, it's so hot, do you want to eat it?"

Ji Fangze turned over and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Then he heard a "creak" from the window, and before he got up to look, he felt that the quilt was opened a crack, his body suddenly felt cold, and then a surge of warmth enveloped him, making his whole body I couldn't help shivering.

Someone directly hugged him whole in his arms.

He obviously came here uninvited, without even asking, and crawled into his quilt like a bastard, but he still had the nerve to mutter: "Pretty little guy, why is he so bad-tempered?"

The author has something to say: I am starting to update the previous chapter.

good night!