Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

After drinking the sweet soup, Qi Jinglin lay on the bamboo chair, swaying, enjoying the cool breeze coming from the night.

The leaves swayed in the wind, and the mottled afterglow of the setting sun cast dancing shadows.

Qi Jinglin closed his eyes slightly, as if he was half asleep. He raised his finger slightly, and the Zhuxian Sword flew out impatiently, creating circles of sword light in front of him.

"This is..." Gu Jin put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Qi Jinglin in astonishment, and was hesitant to speak.

The evening breeze blew, rolling up the layers of petals and fallen leaves on the Weiming Peak, and attracted circles of spiritual energy surging under the feet.

Wangyuan Peak is at the front of Xiaoyao Sect, almost facing Wuyuan Mountain, while Weiming Peak is at the center of Xiaoyao Sect, occupying the most spiritual mountain range in Xiaoyao Sect's territory. The other six peaks surround it, shrouded in the sect's protective formation.

No one knows that compared to the Xiaoyao Sect’s protective formation, the most powerful formation is on the Weiming Peak.

Weiming Peak, Langyue Peak, and Wuyuan Peak, together with Hanling Pond, Blood and Flowing Flames, also cover Kumo Mountain and Yaoyue Demon Realm, suppressing the most terrifying things in the six realms.

Qi Jinglin held the Zhuxian Sword, stood sideways, and stared in the direction of Wuyuan Mountain. His eyes were full of coldness, as if he was looking through the layers of mountains, across the mist in the sky, and into the distant future.

The spiritual power penetrated into every corner of the Zhu Xian Sword. The long sword in his hand was infected and kept humming, as if it couldn't wait. There was a thin silver-blue sword energy on the blade.

"I should have taught you the sword skills a long time ago. Watch carefully." Qi Jinglin said in a low voice.

The next moment, the Zhu Xian Sword floated in the air. Qi Jinglin's sword moves were continuous, and sword light rose up in all directions, almost connecting with the afterglow in the sky.

The long sword was dancing, the sleeves were fluttering, and a strand of hair was moving in the wind. The Zhu Xian Sword was wrapped in silver-blue sword light and entangled with layers of spiritual energy, stirring up the fallen flowers and leaves all over the ground, rustling like heavy rain.

The silver sword moved like a dragon among the fallen leaves. The corners of Qi Jinglin's clothes were covered with broken leaves and dust, and the formation on the ground gradually emerged.

After the last move was made, the Zhu Xian Sword floated above the formation, making a humming sound, as if it was fighting against something.

Gu Jin took everything in, slowly closed his eyes, sat on the ground, and entered a spiritual realm of enlightenment.

The originally stirred and swaying spiritual energy slowly calmed down, constantly approaching Gu Jin and falling on his body.

They gradually became stagnant, dragging each other and forming a small vortex.

[Can he really practice this set of techniques? ]

The system always feels like something is wrong.

Gu Jin is a part of the demon god, so it is not right for him to practice the magic of the gods.

"Hasn't he practiced it before?" Qi Jinglin crossed his arms and looked at Gu Jin, who was slowly entering the spiritual realm. He held the Zhuxian Sword and stood not far away to protect him.

I was thinking of taking him to watch the moon and talk about love, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.

[Have you forgotten how miserable you were in the first small world? ]

He didn't believe Qi Jinglin would forget.

This guy always remembers his painful past clearly and won't let himself make the same mistake twice.

"Of course I remember. The small world you created is much worse than the original world. The Five Elements Suppression Technique only has a suppression object and a formation center. No wonder I have only figured out a demon-killing lock after so many years of research."

Qi Jinglin clearly rejected the system's request for recall.

It’s better not to recall such dark history.

[So you created a one-to-one replica of our little world.]

The system said in a cold voice.

Qi Jinglin raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled softly while holding the sword. "I am really curious about who the main system is and why it knows so much about my past. However, I don't know much. Let me show you what Jinglin's selection means."

After such a long time, the male protagonist had already died once before the main system reacted.

It's not a smart system either.

"I'll take you through my past and show you what real skills are." Qi Jinglin yawned lazily, untied the gourd from his waist and took a sip of tea, not forgetting to spit out the tea leaves.

[Don’t be complacent, the first small world is...]

"But this was the round where I lost the most miserably." Qi Jinglin said it for him, took another sip of tea, and stared at Gu Jin, who was almost completely submerged by spiritual power, with a burning gaze, "I like to see the ending."

The setting sun was almost reduced to a thin red line, and the formation under his feet emitted its brightest light. At the last moment when the afterglow disappeared, it almost condensed into tangible spiritual power, diluting it bit by bit like melting ice.

The light of the formation dimmed little by little, the moonlight climbed up to the horizon, and the formation hid in the soil again.

The fallen leaves concealed its edge. Gu Jin woke up little by little in the spiritual realm and slowly opened his eyes. There was a vague confusion in Gu Jin's eyes. He turned his head to look at Qi Jinglin not far away and slowly reached out his hand to get closer.

At the last moment when the spiritual power dissipated, Gu Jin fell forward weakly, and before he fell to the ground, a pair of big hands hugged his shoulders.

"Okay, the date is really off." Qi Jinglin pouted helplessly, picked up Gu Jin, moved his fingers to reinforce the barrier, and then walked into the bamboo house.

Do you think he remembered everything?

The system probed quietly, trying to penetrate Gu Jin's body, but found itself isolated.

"Probably not." Qi Jinglin was quite sure, "Let him relax for a while."

Raising his hand to brush away the strands of hair on his forehead, Qi Jinglin took off the dead leaves stuck in his hair and threw them casually at his feet, then he held Gu Jin's head and slowly placed it on the bed.

Tapping his nose, Qi Jinglin said softly, "Have a good rest."

He covered Gu Jin with the quilt and was about to leave when Gu Jin suddenly grabbed his hand.

Qi Jinglin looked back and saw Gu Jin's eyes were closed, brows were furrowed, and lips were slightly parted: "Lin..."

Qi Jinglin's heart moved, and he sat down beside the bed and asked softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Gu Jin held Qi Jinglin's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave. Fear and sadness were stained between her eyebrows. Qi Jinglin smiled slightly, stroked Gu Jin's forehead, and said gently: "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

After saying that, he lay down beside Gu Jin, took Gu Jin's hand, and interlocked their fingers.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo forest and falls on the bamboo house.

The soft morning light enveloped the house like a veil, adding an elegant and quiet atmosphere to its tranquility. The sun shines through the windows, illuminating every corner of the house. The dust danced in the beam of light, as if cheering for this peaceful moment.

The walls of the bamboo house exude a faint bamboo fragrance, which blends with the scent of sunlight, lingering at the tip of the nose and bringing a little peace to the dream.

After opening his eyes, Gu Jin's expression slowly calmed down. He slowly exhaled a breath before trying to get up. After moving a bit, Gu Jin slowed down again.

Quietly gazing at Qi Jinglin's sleeping face, the sunlight sprinkled on his face, outlining a soft outline. Gu Jin's deep eyes trembled slightly, as if penetrating thousands of years of longing.

After a while, Qi Jinglin slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were still a little blurry. Gu Jin sat up and nodded respectfully, "Master."

Qi Jinglin smiled back, "Did you sleep well?"

Gu Jin nodded, "Yeah, very good."

Reaching out and rubbing the top of Gu Jin's head, Qi Jinglin smiled lightly, "That's good, I thought you were dreaming."

The memories deep in the soul always turn into a messy dream, which first reminds people of the pain they once experienced.

Gu Jin's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He lowered his head and said nothing, as if he was trying hard to control the turbulent emotions in his heart.

Seeing this, Qi Jinglin patted his shoulder thoughtfully, then stood up.

"Since you have awakened, come out and eat something. You consumed a lot of spiritual energy yesterday." Qi Jinglin said gently.

Gu Jin didn't say anything. After a while, he raised his head and whispered, "Yesterday I made an appointment with Cang Wei to discuss the selection of books for the library. I will go to Cang Wei first and then chat with Master when I come back."

Without waiting for Qi Jinglin to speak, Gu Jin picked up his coat and hurriedly left the room.

Didn't even look back.

Qi Jinglin frowned and sighed slowly, "It seems that I really remembered something."