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

Hearing Mr. Xiao Ran's words, the young men looked at me and I looked at you. Only then did they remember the fact that the altar was about to collapse, and they quickly took out their flying swords and fled around.

Just now, Jing Fansheng used the force of his fall to stab directly into the eye of the Sifang Qingxuan Formation, that is, the center of the formation is filled with a cauldron with a strange smell that can poison the living people trapped under the altar.The Qingxuan formation is unbreakable, but once Fang Ding is destroyed, the formation will also be broken.

The Qinglong and Xuanwu bronze statues collapsed in the violent shaking, but Jing Fansheng still maintained the posture of holding the sword, motionless.

Yan Xiaoran asked: "What's wrong?"

Jing Fansheng: "..."

He is really suffering beyond words!

This is probably the end of trying to be handsome and cool at an old age. When he fell just now, he felt happy in his heart for a moment, and he didn't control the strength of his fall.So even though the critical strike was accurate and ruthless when he broke the formation, the result was that his hand holding the sword was not only numb from the shock, but also... twisted his waist when he landed.

You know, he could tell Yan Xiaoran how to break the formation just now, and then let him do it.

Jing Fansheng felt ashamed, but when he saw Yan Xiaoran's paralyzed face that wouldn't express any emotions, he suddenly felt that even if he lost him in front of this person, he wouldn't feel too embarrassed.After all, even if Yan Xiaoran laughed in his heart, he would not show it.

So Jing Fansheng had no choice but to tell the truth: "Then what, I seem to have lost my waist."

As expected, Yan Xiaoran's expression didn't change, he just asked: "Can I go?"

The shaking of the altar became more and more violent, and Jing Fansheng had to rely on the blade of his sword to stabilize his figure, but this had no effect on Xiao Ranjun in the slightest.

Without waiting for Jing Fansheng's answer, he simply carried him off the altar.

"Sect Master!" Seeing the two of them coming down, all the little bean buns gathered towards them.

Although the altar has been destroyed, the problem of nearly a thousand poisonous people that have been created has not been resolved.

Jing Fansheng leaned on a sword in one hand, and was supported by Xiao Ranjun on the other arm. Seeing that there were no eleven boys in the group, he raised his neck and looked around. From a distance, he saw a young man in white and a man wearing a black mask. The two young boys were jumping up and down in the distance, trying to lead the large group of medicine men to the depths of the valley.

He hurriedly raised his waist-supporting finger and pointed in the direction of Eleven and said to Yan Xiaoran, "These medicine men are still saved, they cannot be killed! You go, first find a way to control them."

Yan Xiaoran nodded naturally: "Okay."

He gently put down Jing Fansheng's arm, and then flew up to the sky above the medicine men.

It is still difficult for ordinary people to control these thousand or so drug men who have lost their minds and are covered in poison, but these are nothing to Mr. Xiao Ran, who is a master craftsman and has a lot of good things.

He didn't even need to do extra things, he tied the fairy rope, tied the fairy net, and smashed the white silk forging on the ground without spirit stones, not only successfully blocked the progress of those medicine men, but also tied them up in groups up.

Jing Fansheng watched the movement in the distance intently, and didn't realize that the tone he spoke to Xiao Ranjun in a hurry was a bit like an order - after all, his tone when talking to Yan Xiaoran was much worse than before.Of course, Yan Xiaoran at that time was not the famous Xiao Ranjun now.

But his behavior made several white-clothed teenagers, and even the three black-clothed Taoist priests who were leading Chongming Mountain, unable to shut their mouths in surprise.

They all stood behind the black-clothed man, looking at the back of the man who was leaning on his waist with his hands, and his figure looked a little hunched. It was hard to imagine, how dare he? !

Not to mention talking to their suzerain in that tone, but facing Mr. Xiao Ran, who was completely white except for his black hair, without a trace of dust, how could this person have the nerve to let him help him?

When all the medicine men were tightly trapped in place, Yan Xiaoran fell back to Jing Fansheng's side again.

Chu Yunguan and Eleven also saw Yan Xiaoran, so they quickly flew over to salute Xiao Ranjun: "Master Uncle!"

"Master."

After Yan Xiaoran nodded to them, he asked Jing Fansheng, "How do you feel now?"

No matter how fragile Jing Fansheng is now, he is not an ordinary mortal body after all. A little bit of physical damage to a cultivator is really nothing. As long as it is not fatal, it will repair itself sooner or later even if it is not treated.He himself didn't take it to heart, and when facing Li Ranjun's obviously concerned greeting, he just waved his hand casually to indicate that he was fine.

Jing Shixi's eyebrows hidden in the mask frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Although his tone was a bit impatient, he had already come over to support his father automatically.

Just now, he and Chu Yunguan were so focused on leading the group of walking corpses away that they didn't pay attention to the movements on the side of the altar.

Jing Fansheng took advantage of this opportunity to grab Jing Shishi's wrist that was stretched out to help him, and the spiritual power burst out from his fingers and traveled along the meridians of his body. Received.

Eleven Nao didn't understand what he was doing.But my father did too many nonsensical things, and he didn't intend to harm him, so he didn't ask.

So the other people next to him didn't even notice this little episode.

Jing Fansheng withdrew his hand, making sure that Eleven was not poisoned, nor was he controlled by someone parasitic in the sea of ​​consciousness, so he was relieved.

The worry in his heart was relieved, and his nosy problem sprung up again like mushrooms after a spring rain, which could not be suppressed.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The question asked by the black-clothed man named Shiwu is naturally what Xiao Ranjun would ask. At this time, as the leader of this group of teenagers, Chu Yunguan answered his question consciously.

Things have to be traced back to two days ago.

But it was said that Chu Yunguan took Yan Linglong and five or six Yi-generation disciples to the outside of Qiye City, and when he saw the walking corpses haunting the suburbs, he immediately killed them.It wasn't until later that they discovered that the number of walking corpses was different, much more than expected, that they vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Later, I met four disciples of Chongming Mountain who also came down the mountain after receiving a rescue request.Although Chongming Mountain is mostly sword cultivators since it was rebuilt, it still has more roots in medicine than other sects.Although the four disciples couldn't be sure, they all felt that these walking corpses didn't look like corpses of the dead contaminated by filth, but seemed to be living people with breath.

Since it is possible to be a living person, its life cannot be easily taken away.Chu Yunguan decided to arrest these "monsters" and imprison them in one place, and while asking the sect for help, he went to investigate the root cause.

Seeing the four young disciples of Chongming Mountain wearing familiar black Taoist robes, Jing Fansheng felt as if he had passed away.

Over the years, he has inquired many ways, and he also learned that since Chongming Mountain was exterminated, Shen Chenxing, the adopted son of the former suzerain Taoist Hengyan, took over the position of suzerain.However, after all, almost all of the sects were slaughtered, and those who still have their mantles are only a few remaining, and among them, those who are good at medicine are even a small number.The foundation has been damaged so badly that the former great masters of medicine are long gone. Fifteen years later, when people mentioned Chongming Mountain again, there was nothing but sighs and sighs.

It was only then that Jing Fansheng remembered that in terms of geographical location, Chongming Mountain is much closer to Qi Ye than Wuliang Mountain.In the early years, the affairs of this land have always been under the control of Chongming Mountain.But this time there was a walking corpse, Qi Ye not only asked for help from Chongming Mountain, but also sent a request to Wuliang Mountain.

Looking at the two Congealing Pulse and two Foundation Establishment disciples sent by Chongming Mountain, Jing Fansheng couldn't help but feel a little sour.

After all, Chongming Mountain has fallen.

If it weren't for the lack of manpower, why would only four low-level disciples be sent down the mountain alone?

Then he turned his gaze to Yan Xiaoran.

Although Qi Ye does not belong to the boundaries of the two factions, logically speaking, if there is a situation that ordinary people can't handle, such as walking corpses, the nearest sect should come forward to clean it up for free.This is the morality that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

When Dajing Fansheng came to this world, Qi Ye was already under the control of Chongming Mountain. After thousands of years, morality gradually evolved into responsibility.

But in turn, it also means that since Qi Ye is already the responsibility of Chongming Mountain, it is not something that Wuliang Mountain should intervene in.

Unless passing by happened to meet the crisis here, otherwise meddling in the affairs of other sects, no matter how big or small, would be a kind of contempt and insult to the other sect.Even if he has good intentions, he will inevitably provoke a whole body of black people.

But looking back at Elder Yan's attitude of reporting this matter to Yan Xiaoran and Mr. Xiao Ran's reaction, they didn't intend to stand idly by in order to avoid being criticized.

Recalling the scene at that time, the natural attitude and tone of the two people... It seemed as if the affairs of Qi Ye had already been taken care of by them.

...as if this wasn't the first time they'd stepped in to help.

Because of Yan Xiaoran's position, Jing Fansheng got very close to him, almost standing side by side.He turned his head to look at him subconsciously, Yan Xiaoran also turned his head, and asked: "What?"

After Chu Yunguan briefly reported the matter, the teenagers who were discussing the altar and the walking corpse, chattering around non-stop, fell silent for a moment because of Yan Xiaoran's voice.

Jing Fansheng was still in a daze, but he also came back to his senses because of the sudden silence around him.Hearing Yan Xiaoran's question, he subconsciously raised the corners of his lips to him, and smiled lightly.

Dealing with walking corpses is not a big deal for cultivators.For a big sect that has elders who specialize in dealing with matters within the sect, that is a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning in front of the suzerain.

But it is also because it is a trivial matter that is extremely easy to handle. Regardless of what happens within the scope of one's own obligations, it is called inhumane to the people, and it is called injustice to fellow citizens if it happens outside the scope of one's own obligations.

But neither Yan Xiaoran nor Yan Yunshan seemed to think that much.For this, Jing Fansheng was grateful.

After the incident 15 years ago, how many people are left in Chongming Mountain, what kind of situation are the remaining people, and how difficult it is for those few people to rebuild a sect? There are many.

Although he has already left the sect, it's not that he didn't think about helping him secretly.

But he himself was seriously injured to the point where he couldn't save himself.In the first few years, I had exhausted all my energy just to save my life. Later, the situation got a little better, but I was still muddle-headed every day, with insufficient energy to spare.

Although he didn't do anything, he had already noticed it before. It seemed that in the past 15 years, someone was secretly helping Chongming Mountain.

Otherwise, not to mention that the sect was rebuilt in just a few years, the medical scriptures, exercises and other treasures in the sect might have been searched clean.

Bloodbathed all over the family, although the world sympathizes with Chongmingshan's experience, but this is after all a world where the weak prey on the strong, and taking advantage of the fire to attack the well is the king's way.For those who want to focus on Mingshan, Fansheng has already seen a lot in 15 years.

The siege of Fumo Town was not really an action organized spontaneously by righteous people in order to slay demons.At that time, Jing Fansheng had already been expelled from the sect, but as one of the few alchemists, the jade slips he carried and the unique skills he possessed were all from Chongmingshan.

Now that I think about it, in the original book, the encirclement and suppression that caused the death of "Jing Fansheng" and almost killed himself in this world, although the monks of Wuliangjian also participated, but at that time Wuliangshan was still in civil strife, and the person at the helm It was Xiao Hanjun who usurped the throne, Yan Xiaoran was missing, and Yan Yunshan was also placed under house arrest.That matter should indeed have nothing to do with them.

Thinking of this, Jing Fansheng felt that he was in an unusually good mood.

He thought, after all, Chong Mingshan saved Yan Xiaoran's life, and this kid still knows how to repay his kindness.

For Xiao Ranjun who is now aloof, Jing Fansheng naturally can no longer do things like touching his head casually and complimenting him when he was a child.I was about to say a few words of my own, but before I could open my mouth, I heard one of the little beanbags who started chattering again say: "We have already sent a letter back to the sect, and I don't know when Elder Chen will catch up with you." arrive?"

Oh wait!What Elder Chen? !

After confirming that this was said by a little bean bag in black, Jing Fansheng suddenly had a very bad premonition.

...Chongming Mountain's Elder Chen, could it be the Elder Chen he thought of?

Sure enough, as soon as this feeling arose in my heart, a deep and simple male voice came from my ear.

That voice now seems to be a smile but not a smile: "Who said I didn't arrive? I've been watching the excitement for a long time!"

There was a spring thunder in his heart, Jing Fansheng...had been blasted to the point where he was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and he was dumbfounded.