Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Fortunately, the sleeves of both of them were long enough and wide enough, and they walked side by side closer together. If outsiders didn't pay special attention, they wouldn't find the problem with that piece of rope.

So all the elders and disciples of Infinity Sword who came out to welcome the suzerain back home saw their suzerain walking side by side with a young man with black hair and black robe... they walked down from Xiao Ranjun's natal magic weapon together.

The young man's face was very ordinary, he couldn't see any outstanding features, and the robe on his body was a bit too old, and it looked quite dirty...

Also, are they too close?

Several elders looked at each other in blank dismay, but Wuliangjian always paid attention to etiquette, seeing the suzerain, several elders who were much older than him immediately saluted Yan Xiaoran.

Jing Fansheng was forced to walk beside Xiao Ranjun, and he also received this gift.

But he didn't care much, instead he raised his head and looked around at the scenery of Wuliang Mountain.

The mountain is steep and steep, with exposed rocks and only a little bit of emerald green decoration.Between the tough rocks, there is a quiet path polished by the rocks, spreading from the mountain gate at the bottom of the mountain to the mountain.The distant mountains pierced directly into the sky, and it was hard to see clearly amidst the clouds and mist.

Just like the people on Wuliang Mountain.The whole body is white, rigid and cold, and always gives people a feeling of being ungrounded.

No magic weapon is allowed to fly in the Wuliangjian, and their spaceship is currently parked outside the guarding gate stone.

Almost every major sect has a stone guarding the gate. The words on it are generally mentioned by the ancestors who founded the sect, and it is unknown how many tens of thousands of years ago.

The four ancient characters "Wuliang Jianzong" are written on this piece of Wuliangjian.This font is too remote and simple, and Jing Fansheng still only knows it, but he can't write it because of too many and complicated strokes.There are also four small characters engraved horizontally under the four big characters, which are the motto of Wuliangjian: rigorous and sincere.

I don't know which disciple was in charge of this mountain rock, and it was polished and shiny.There used to be a few weeds on the rocky path leading to Wuliangjian, but now there is not even a small piece of moss in the crevice of the rock.

Compared with the last time he came, this Wuliang sword looked more immortal but more rigid and boring.

Jing Fansheng shook his head helplessly, and before he had time to sigh, those people finished their salutes and walked up the mountain together.

There is still a distance from the Shoushanmen Stone to the place where the real Wuliangjian disciple lives.But everyone is not an ordinary person, and no one will feel tired when climbing the mountain.

Several elders and the disciples who came out to greet them opened the way in front, Jing Fansheng and Yan Xiaoran walked in the middle, followed by Yan Linglong and Shi Shi, and behind them were those teenagers whose faces had not recovered from their injuries them.

...I didn't expect the natal spaceship of the suzerain to be so fast. They first abducted to the Demon Refining Tower and sent the bodyguards to the Hall of Good and Evil, and then set off back to the Wuliangjian. It only took a little more than three days!

The cultivator has wounds on his face, and he always feels a little embarrassed in front of his fellow apprentices.

The most irritating thing is that the instigator is now completely healed!

Yan Xiaoran didn't send someone to notify him of his return to the sect. Someone came out to pick him up because after the spaceship removed the barrier, the disciples guarding the mountain saw their suzerain's talisman and informed the elders.

Therefore, when Xiao Ranjun came back suddenly, he didn't intend to deal with the sect's affairs immediately, but took Jing Fansheng back to his own residence first.

As the suzerain of a faction, Mr. Xiao Ran naturally lives on Lingjue Peak, the best and highest mountain.

Even if this mountain is viewed from the top of Wuliang Mountain, it is at least a hundred feet above the ground.Moreover, the peak is steep and steep, and the broken wall plunges straight into the clouds. It is really difficult for ordinary people to climb up to the blue sky with bare hands.

Therefore, monks below the Nascent Soul stage could not fly up without the help of the magic weapon, the flying sword, but in the Wuliang Sword Sect, it is forbidden to use any flying magic weapon.Unlike Youzhou City, there is no need for anyone to check here. Once someone uses the flying magic weapon, they will be automatically knocked down by the mountain protection array.

Jing Fansheng looked up at the invisible peak hidden deep in the clouds, swallowed his saliva, and had a bad premonition.

Those teenagers followed behind them with their heads drooping.Yan Xiaoran turned around, Jing Fansheng turned around with him, Xiao Ranjun said to those young men rather coldly: "Go back and find your respective masters. I won't know what happened outside the door this time." Hold it, but you have to learn from it."

"Yes." Several teenagers couldn't lift their heads, and silently agreed.

Yan Xiaoran said to Chu Yunguan again: "Eleventh's residence, you can arrange it."

"Yes."

Everything was arranged properly, Yan Xiaoran nodded expressionlessly, and carried Jing Fansheng up to Ling Juefeng.

For Ling Juefeng, after all, it is the place where the suzerains of all dynasties lived, and it was the first time for Jing Fansheng to come here.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Ling Jue Peak is very high, but perhaps because of the barrier that keeps the clouds and mist out, the view from the peak is good and there is no wind.

The peak is not spacious, it is only about a few hundred mu of land, and two thatched buildings can be seen in the distance.What was shocking was that the distance from where they were standing to the thatched hut was full of brownish-yellow soil with no grass growing and ravines.

To say it is a gully is a bit of an exaggeration.Because these traces are deep enough, but don't have any width.

These deep pits were completely carved out by people using sword energy.

The densely packed sword marks drawn on the ground still make one's scalp tingle at first glance.

"Hehe...Xiao Ranjun is really not ordinary diligent in practicing swords." Jing Fansheng managed to squeeze out a sentence to ease the embarrassment.

He said so, but what he thought in his heart was, what a big hatred, it can cut a piece of land like an earthquake... Fortunately, the structure of Ling Juefeng is strong enough, otherwise it would have collapsed and said indefinite.

Yan Xiaoran remained expressionless and didn't speak, he dragged him onto the tortured soil, walked a few steps to a thatched hut, opened the door and walked in.

Jing Fansheng was naturally also involved.

There is also a formation barrier inside this hut, which looks small from the outside, but after entering the door, it is found that there is another cave.

But Jing Fansheng looked around and couldn't help but sneer.The interior space seems to be about two to three hundred square meters, but just like the layout on the second floor of Yan Xiaoran Wufeng, there is only a bed, a table and chairs and a screen inside.

Only there was an extra incense burner on the table, emitting that special cold incense.

Originally, cultivators don't mind this kind of mortal things, but Yan Xiaoran is the head of a big sect after all, so such a simple arrangement, isn't it a bit too much?

And it seems that Xiao Ranjun really doesn't like futons!Cultivators don't need to eat or sleep, and usually choose to sit on the futon to meditate and practice, but there is only one bed in this room.

Fortunately, Jing Fansheng is a good bed man.

After all, he was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in another world, which made Jing Fansheng have an extremely inexplicable and special attachment to the bed.Having lived in this world for hundreds of years, he has grown into a pulse-condensing cultivation base and can neither eat nor sleep once he passes through, and he still likes to lie on the bed and be lazy.

As soon as he entered the house, Yan Xiaoran removed the ropes from the wrists of the two of them.

Jing Fansheng couldn't help but pout his mouth and feel resentful. There were only the two of them on this peak, and with his current strength, he didn't dare to think about flying down without relying on magic weapons. Mr. Xiao Ran couldn't be relieved.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaoran's hand shook again at this time, and he took out a neatly folded white dress from the mustard bag and put it on the bed.

Jing Fansheng: "..."

When Yan Xiaoran took out his clothes, he glanced at them, it was a standard Wuliangjian uniform.Just look at the color and you will know how true it is and how innocent it is.

Xiao Ranjun's intention is obvious, to let him change clothes.

But Jing Fansheng knew in his heart: Yan Xiaoran wanted to get his equipment.

Jing Fansheng struggled to death: "Well... I won't bother Mr. Xiao Ran anymore, I'll leave in a while, I don't need to change my clothes..."

Yan Xiaoran didn't speak, just stared at him with his dark eyes.

Jing Fansheng knew that this probably meant nothing to discuss, and continued to struggle: "I'm not from Wuliangjian, why are you wearing your clothes?"

"...All right, all right, I have to change, in fact, I have some clothes myself." He smiled and took out the two rag pockets from the Qiankun sleeves, and rummaged inside. Sure enough, he took out a black brocade coat.

Looking carefully, the style is similar to the one on Jing Shiyi, it turned out to be a father-son outfit.

Although the clothes looked luxurious, they were only made of ordinary silk and silver thread. They were the clothes worn by wealthy families among ordinary people, not even a magic weapon.

Yan Xiaoran didn't ask him why he insisted on wearing his tattered Taoist robe when he obviously had clean clothes on him, but still stared at him without blinking.

Jing Fansheng put his hand on his neckline, as if he was about to tear it apart.At this time, he suddenly raised his head and had a laugh at Yan Xiaoran, and asked, "Why? Mr. Xiao Ran wants to see me change clothes so much?"

Yan Xiaoran really shook his lower eyelashes.Probably because he doesn't blink often, this shaking can be called violent enough.

But in the next second, he still stared at the other party without avoiding it.

Jing Fansheng was at his wit's end, seeing that Yan Xiaoran's face was much thicker than before, he felt a little bored, so he stopped making trouble, took off his outer robe happily and threw it on the ground, and stretched out his hand to untie his inner shirt .

Yan Xiaoran bent down very naturally to pick up the robe.

He also took off the black outer shirt inside, and the Qiankun sleeves that came with it naturally fell into Xiao Ranjun's hands.During Jing Fansheng's life, Ai Ai put on her new clothes and begged for mercy: "Master, how did I offend you? You just say it. Why are you like this?"

Although his tone was full of begging for mercy, he was already sitting at the table and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea to suppress his shock.

This spiritual tea is full of spiritual energy. Although it is easy to lose its spiritual energy after being stored for a long time, it will not deteriorate for at least decades, so there is no need to worry about drinking it.

Yan Xiaoran sat on the chair next to him, he took out a plate of fresh spiritual fruit from the storage space and put it on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.His slender and pale fingers wiped the cup wall subconsciously. After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his black and gilt eyes, and said in a firm tone, "You don't have to lie to me anymore, I know I've found you. Jing Qi. "