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

This corridor is not wide, it can only accommodate two people walking side by side, but it is very long. [Please search for updates soon] It seems that there is no end in sight.But since they had lost their way, they simply walked in one direction.

For safety reasons, the two walked side by side.

Jing Fansheng asked, "How much do you remember about what happened 15 years ago?"

Yan Xiaoran paused: "I remember, that night we..."

Jing Fansheng quickly interrupted him: "Except for that!"

"I don't remember." He frowned slightly, and said as if he was recalling: "After I finished meditating that day, I felt hot and dizzy all over, and I couldn't remember anything except, except that I really wanted...you Cleared."

"I really don't remember?" Jing Fansheng stared straight at the other party, trying to distinguish the authenticity of the other party's words.

Yan Xiaoran shook his head again, Jing Fansheng's suspicion obviously caused him some harm, he said with aggrieved eyes: "When I wake up again, I will find that I am no longer on Chongming Mountain, and you... are not there either."

His mind was indeed in a mess at that time.Yan Xiaoran didn't say anything, just because he realized that when he woke up, he actually appeared in the wilderness. Although his clothes were disheveled at that time, he still couldn't be sure that the two of them had really been together for a long time. , or everything is just his dream.

Maybe it's because Yan Xiaoran's pale face looks a bit fragile now, and he doesn't feel as cold and rigid as when he was outside; maybe it's because he discovered the fact that the other party is willing to die with him, in short, it's a self-defeating After entering the bottom of this lake, Jing Fansheng can no longer be vigilant and suspicious of this person like he did in the previous 15 years.

After thinking about it, he still hesitated to ask the question that he had already guessed the answer: "Your cultivation level..."

Yan Xiaoran was taken aback again, hesitated for a while with lowered eyes, and finally nodded slowly.It was at that time that his cultivation changed, and he jumped into the late stage of distraction.

Suddenly remembering the long and deep sword marks on Wuliangjian Lingjue Peak, Jing Fansheng's expression turned serious, and he almost took a breath.

At this time, Yan Xiaoran had already moved on.

Jing Fansheng was a little absent-minded at the moment, so he subconsciously followed the other party and continued to explore the way.

From the early stage of Yuanying to the late stage of distraction, although it sounds awesome and enviable, Jing Fansheng can imagine how much pain Yan Xiaoran has experienced during this process.

The first thing to face is the thunder calamity that you will suffer when you advance.

On the path of cultivation that goes against the way of heaven, a monk will suffer a thunder disaster every time he advances to one level.The thunder calamity ranges from the first level to the ninth level. Generally, the more times the thunder tribulation will be suffered in the future, this is why many masters in the fusion stage and the tribulation stage are afraid to go further—because the more In the future, it will be even less likely that they will be able to withstand the thunder disaster.

Many people who failed to resist the thunder tribulation and were unable to seize their homes and be reborn as soon as possible would inevitably end up dead in the end.

Of course, it is not absolute that the more you practice in the future, the more times you will suffer from thunder disasters.

The reason why today's monks all pursue orthodox exercises and choose to practice slowly, while few people choose those evil methods that are very helpful for improving their cultivation bases, is because of the natural way of this world - relying on absorbing remnant souls and other people's cultivation bases The practice of improving one's self-cultivation is unacceptable.Although such people cultivate quickly, they may not be able to withstand the thunder disaster when they are promoted.

What's more, apart from Thunder Tribulation, that kind of practice is also very easy to make people go crazy.

Smelling the special scent on his body, which is obviously a specially prepared cold fragrance that can help people calm down, Jing Fansheng can suddenly imagine that he was hunted down and forced all the way from Chongming Mountain to Fumo Town. What exactly happened to Yan Xiaoran during those days.

This time Yan Xiaoran took a small step faster than Jing Fansheng, and his hoarse voice was still full of warmth: "So I want to know more about what happened 15 years ago."

Looking at the still tall and straight white figure in front of him, Jing Fansheng's vision became slightly blurred for some reason.

He muttered in his mouth: "15 years ago, 15 years ago..."

What a cultivator seeks is to transcend the six realms, not between the five elements.However, a sect with a history of more than [-] years like Chongming Mountain still has a special day as a festival every year, which is celebrated by the whole sect.

On the day of the Chongming Festival 15 years ago, Jing Fansheng took care of his black hair neatly and tied it with the uniform hair crown of Chongming Mountain. He chose another piece of fine jade to hang around his waist as a decoration, he packed it up early, and when he opened the door, Yan Xiaoran was already practicing sword in the yard.

"You really don't want to join in the fun with me?" Jing Fansheng asked.

The hand waving the spirit sword paused, Yan Xiaoran glanced sideways at him, then shook his head.

"Never mind." Jing Fansheng folded his hands behind his back, and hung a simple sheathed Jinghong sword on his waist: "It is estimated that people from other sects will come to visit today, so it is right for you not to show up."

He walked to the fence while talking, still not at ease and said: "You don't want to go anywhere today, if you have something to do, just crush the jade slip and call me."

"En." In response, he continued to wave his sword and stopped talking.

Jing Fansheng: "..."

The injury of Yan Xiaoran's consciousness has almost healed, and it is estimated that he will be fully healed in a few more times.Jing Fansheng thought to himself: Two days ago, this kid was in a good mood with bright eyes, why is he getting awkward again today?

But now he has no time to pay attention to what this older man thinks in his heart.Thinking that there are still many things waiting for him on the other side of the main peak, he directly set up an enchantment around the courtyard, and then walked farther and farther while humming a little song.

The Chongming Festival is a festival to commemorate the completion of Chongming Mountain. It is held every year, but it is not mandatory for everyone to participate. After all, there will be people who are traveling, or go down the mountain to do tasks, and many people meditate Retreat is the situation for many years.

But in recent years, many sects, big and small, will send some people to give some congratulatory gifts every year in order to make friends with the only medical sect in the world.The things to take care of this day gradually became complicated.

But these didn't affect Jing Fansheng's mood to join in the fun at all.

As soon as he reached the main peak, many people greeted him one after another.

"Brother, the two elders Yuchen and Yuhong from Kunlun arrived early in the morning, and the gift has been received in the warehouse. Would you like to have a look at it first?" come to him.

Jing Fansheng raised the corners of his eyes full of peach blossoms and asked, "Have you counted all the gifts?"

The two female cultivators looked at each other, and one of them let out a series of laughter like silver bells, and said, "Of course it has been properly counted."

Jing Fansheng smiled and said, "That's all right. I'm very relieved when you do things."

The female cultivator next to him scolded: "Eldest brother, why are you so relieved? If the second senior brother hadn't gone down the mountain, how could it be our turn?"

"Ai ai ai! Junior sister Wu, you have wronged me." Jing Fansheng quickly explained: "I am usually afraid that you will be tired?"

The two female cultivators wanted to say something, but another male cultivator came over to ask other questions, and Jing Fansheng was dragged to the other side.

Of course, the cultivator's festival cannot be completely like the mundane world, having a New Year's Eve dinner or setting off a few firecrackers.The most important program on the day of the Chongming Festival is that everyone on the main peak, regardless of their cultivation or status, must gather together to drink tea from the spiritual spring and discuss the Tao of Heaven.

By the time the sun was setting and the sky was still dark, the tea conversation had already been going on for half an hour but it had just begun.

In the past, Jing Fansheng couldn't sit still at this time.An elder in the first place was explaining why morality and righteousness are. Jing Fansheng had never been interested in these things. He resisted the urge to yawn and drank the spiritual tea in front of him. Then he whispered to the junior brother next to him: "Why is it this hour, and the people from Xiaoxiang Palace haven't come yet? I'll go down the mountain to have a look."

In the past, those who gave gifts usually arrived in the morning and left at noon.At this moment, the people from Kunlun Wuliang and several other nearby small sects had left long ago, but the people from Xiaoxiang Palace hadn't arrived yet.It's unusual enough.

The young men in black robes and female cultivators sitting behind him covered their lips and smiled, and someone said, "Brother, you miss Miss Xing, don't you?"

"I don't know if Miss Xing will come this year?"

When the elders speak above, the younger generation cannot talk loudly below.Jing Fansheng ignored the booing, just got up and quietly left the quiet room.

Walking on the deserted Main Peak Avenue, Jing Fansheng stretched his waist and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Xing Range?Jing Fansheng sneered, he wouldn't miss her.

He didn't want to find out why Xiaoxiang Palace, which gave gifts most frequently in the past, didn't come at this hour at all. He just couldn't listen to the scriptures and wanted to come out to let the wind go.

At this time, the sun had completely set, and the main peak was covered with luminous magic weapons, which illuminated the road brightly.

After Jing Fansheng stretched his waist, for some reason, he thought that except for the stars, it should be pitch black on Dongling Peak.

The eyesight of a cultivator is different from that of ordinary people, as long as there is light, they can see things clearly.But when he thought that the young man in white might still be wielding a sword in the yard at this hour, or was sitting alone in a dark room meditating and practicing... For no reason, Jing Fansheng wanted to go back and see him.

Yan Xiaoran has not taken the Qingxin Pill today.

Jing Fansheng suddenly remembered that he just finished eating all the pills yesterday, and he was thinking about making another batch for Yan Xiaoran today, but he forgot about it after a busy day with too many things.

However, there are ready-made herbs in his storage bag, and when he passed by the pool on the way back, he took some water from the spiritual spring to refine a small Qingxin pill, which was nothing to Jing Fansheng at all.

When he returned to Dongling Peak with a small bottle of Qingxin Pill, Yan Xiaoran was indeed practicing cross-legged in the room.

When Jing Fansheng pushed the door and entered, he opened his eyes to convenience.

The moonlight that night was brighter, casting light from the window, making the young man's eyes brighter and brighter.

"Here." Throwing the glazed bottle over with a raised hand, Jing Fansheng took a few more steps and sat beside the bed with a flick of his robe.

After Yan Xiaoran took a Qingxin Pill, he practiced the exercises for a few weeks before he opened his eyes and said, "My injuries are almost completely healed."

"Is that so?" Jing Fansheng pressed his forehead to his face without seeing anything, and when he closed his eyes, a ray of divine consciousness was separated and entered into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Xiaoran is of water attribute.In his sea of ​​consciousness, there is a large pool of water that looks vast and has no boundaries at all.

A few decades ago, this pool of water hadn't dried up at all.

Now the entire sea of ​​consciousness has become full of water vapor.

It's strange that Yan Xiaoran didn't follow him this time.Jing Fansheng didn't think too much about it, he just glanced at the situation roughly and then backed out with an idea in his mind.

But as soon as he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, he immediately discovered something was wrong.

...The poses of himself and Yan Xiaoran... are a bit strange.

The two of them fell on the bed at some point, and now the other was pressing tightly on their body, and they were still pulling at their clothes with both hands.Even Jing Fansheng, who has been chaste and ascetic for hundreds of years, immediately sensed something was wrong with this posture.

As soon as he realized this, he raised his leg and tried to push the opponent away, but at this moment, Yan Xiaoran, whose eyes were blurred, suddenly lowered his head, and Jing Fansheng felt his lips were sucked.

FUCKING-!

Jing Fansheng only felt that there was a rumbling sound in his mind.Not just a psychological one, but a more physical one.

——He really felt dizzy in his head.

They were poisoned.

when is it !

The body seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible thing, Jing Fansheng stretched out on the bed and didn't even have the strength to move a finger.His vision became extremely blurred, and he could no longer see that the other party's originally fair face was stained with a blush, and he could only feel his uncharacteristically passionate kiss and his already overheated body temperature.

With his clothes half undone, besides the young man's heavy panting, there were calls from the other party's mouth.

The young man was calling: "Brother Jing."

There was a stabbing pain in the back, even though he faintly felt that this couldn't be done, just like Yan Xiaoran who lost his mind, Jing Fansheng couldn't think about anything anymore.Especially when the young man squeezed between his legs, crushed and rubbed against him, it was like a fire ignited him, and burned him nowhere to hide.

Really distraught.In a blur of consciousness, Jing Fansheng finally thought of it.

Jing Fansheng, who was addicted to it, never expected that these were not the whole story.In fact, what happened after he woke up was the beginning of it all.He was seriously injured, and overnight, all the families in Chongming Mountain were slaughtered. These are the past events that he fell from the clouds fiercely, and he never wants to recall it in this life.

He has been rampant in this world for a hundred years, and he has always acted recklessly and arrogantly.If it wasn't for the rapid passing of life at that time, he really wouldn't have remembered that he was actually a cannon fodder in a book!And if calculated according to the normal timeline, "Jing Fansheng" in the original book probably died at his age.

At that time, he really thought that he would just die in Yan Xiaoran's hands.

So facing this mortal enemy in fate, it took so many years to run away.

However, looking at the young man who just jumped the Luoshui River with him and is now walking half a step ahead of him, thinking of the blood-red eyes of the man who pinched him at that time, Jing Fansheng thought to himself: "Maybe back then , Yan Xiaoran really wanted to kill me because of being delirious due to poisoning."

Although the two were mortal enemies in fate, Jing Fansheng still felt that something was wrong because the man inexplicably wanted to kill him after they just fell asleep.

Not to mention that the two of them were inexplicably poisoned at that time.

At that time, Yan Xiaoran had to take a lot of medicines every day, and it was extremely normal for her to become unconscious due to the mutually restraining properties of the medicines.What's more, according to Jing Fansheng's recollection, Yan Xiaoran's condition does not seem to be caused by poisoning, but more like... possessed by a demon.

"Jing... Brother?"

Jing Fansheng suddenly came to his senses amidst the call.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw that Yan Xiaoran had turned around at some point, probably seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, and he was looking at him with eyes full of confusion.

When falling into memories, it is inevitable that people will be immersed in the feeling of the past and cannot extricate themselves.

Jing Fansheng subconsciously said "huh?" and shook his head again. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed heartlessly: "Since you don't remember, that's fine. Well, some Not remembering things is actually a kind of happiness, isn’t it?”

Yan Xiaoran frowned slightly, although his face was still paralyzed, it was obvious that people could notice his emotional changes.

... This looks somewhat similar to the youth 15 years ago.

Jing Fansheng thought again: "If that time on Sunset Ridge ten years ago, Yan Yuan would still be obsessed..."

Thinking about the densely packed land on Ling Jue Peak that was split by sword energy, it really didn't seem like something a sane person would do.

Thinking of Ling Juefeng, he suddenly thought of another question: "Then how did you get back to Wuliang Mountain?"

Mentioning this, Yan Xiaoran's expression became gloomy: "I was in a bad situation at that time... It was Liu Xunqing who found me, brought me back to the Wuliang Sword Sect, and placed me secretly."

"Oh..." Jing Fansheng's tone of "Oh" turned three times, he blinked at Yan Xiaoran, and said with a smile: "So, then Miss Xunqing is also your savior? It's just that I didn't see her when I was in Wuliang Mountain?"

Yan Xiaoran didn't answer immediately, the originally quiet corridor became more and more silent.

At this moment, the young man in white suddenly turned into an icicle with a chilling air, his expression returned to his usual indifference, and even his voice seemed to carry a kind of cruelty and disgust, as if the other party had done something unreasonable As if, Yan Xiaoran said a little coldly: "She is dead."

Jing Fansheng: "..."

Although he was very curious about what the Liu brothers and sisters did to provoke Xiao Ranjun to be treated so coldly, there is always a time and occasion for gossip.Moreover, although the life of monks is generally several times longer than that of ordinary people, in fact, the life of every monk is not so reliable.

Jing Fansheng has lived in this world for hundreds of years, witnessing death has long been a common experience for him.The question he blurted out at the end just now can only be attributed to his sloppiness.

But at that time, in a flash of inspiration, he remembered a more important question——

Yan Xiaoran has no reason to become a demon and wants to kill himself.

And if he just absorbed his own cultivation, he would never jump into the late distraction cultivation.After all, they were both Nascent Soul cultivators at that time.And the gap between Nascent Soul and Distraction Stage is not just a few times.

What's more, if Yan Xiaoran absorbs and transforms other people's orthodox cultivation rather than evil and filthy aura, although it is still very likely that he will not be able to resist the thunder disaster, he should not go crazy.

Then the only explanation is that during the time when both of them were unconscious, something unclean broke into Dongling Peak.

This confirmed his guess even more.