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

Yan Xiaoran opened his eyes in a dirty and foggy environment.

As far as the eye can see is a gray-black environment, the pale sky reflects the thick twilight, blocking all the light.The surrounding wind was surging, and it blew past the person and spread to the distant sky.

All kinds of voices echoed in my ears, near and far, whimpering and sobbing.There are sad sobs, angry roars, and howls in the bottom of the lungs. They are true and false, and they seem to be outside voices, and they seem to come from their own brains.

He stood up abruptly, his brain still remembered that he was with Jing Fansheng just now, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the person was no longer there, and he was alone in a completely strange place... …

This feeling is really familiar.

His original dark eyes were filled with blood mist in an instant, and the blood in his body began to rush irregularly, making him irritable and furious in an instant.

A vein popped up on Yan Xiaoran's forehead, he gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the urge in his heart to keep moving forward and destroy everything he encountered along the way, but to no avail, he still couldn't hold back and moved forward took a step.

"Boom."

His toes seemed to have kicked something, he fisted his palms, and it took a long time before he looked down slowly.

The blood-red eyes suddenly shrank.

It was Jing Fansheng's stunning sword.

He didn't abandon me?He hasn't gone far?

This kind of thought is like a ray of dawn splitting the originally pale and gloomy sky, and the violent aura around Yan Xiaoran suddenly diminished.

He bent down quickly, and picked up the sword like a baby.

Strangely, when he held the Jinghong Sword in his hand, the hoarse voices in his ears seemed to be blocked by something, and suddenly became much quieter.

Without the noisy voice constantly reminiscing in his ears, Yan Xiaoran was able to separate his mind and think a little bit.

He carefully looked at the surrounding environment, making sure that this was not the first time he had been to this place.

But there has never been a time before that he could calm down a little and look at the surrounding environment.

In order to see clearly the scene covered by thick fog in the distance, Yan Xiaoran had no choice but to take a few steps forward, and then he felt a chill on his feet.

His white and grimy boots were sinking in a deep black pool of water.This pool of water is so vast that it seems to have no boundaries, every drop is as black as ink, it is a huge pool, but Yan Xiaoran didn't feel dirty, he just turned around and walked quickly along the edge of the pool.

"Don't go." Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice overwhelmed other miscellaneous whispers, and suddenly exploded in his ears.

Yan Xiaoran with red eyes just paused, then continued to walk forward as if he had never heard of it.

He is going to find Jing Fansheng.It was the only thing on his mind that he could think of and was desperate to do.

After being ignored, the voice obviously choked for a while, and then it sounded again: "You can't get out if you walk like this, this is your sea of ​​consciousness."

Yan Xiaoran suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He instinctively felt that the voice was lying to him.Because his head, which was filled with killing thoughts and not very bright, still remembered at this moment that his sea of ​​consciousness was not like this.

Jing Fansheng once said that his sea of ​​consciousness is a beautiful picture scroll about Xinghan River.There is a lush green hill in the distance, and in the middle is a vast pool of clear water of spiritual consciousness. Above the sea of ​​consciousness is a blue sky, and a few bright stars can be seen.

But where he is now, the water in the pool is as black as ink, and the fog is so thick that he can't even see the sky, so how could it be his sea of ​​consciousness?

If it was really his sea of ​​consciousness, how could he be so deep in it that he couldn't find a way out?

"Who are you?" Yan Xiaoran asked coldly, suppressing his manic and violent emotions again.

"I am your sword."

"My sword?...my sword fell into Luoshui Lake."

"No, no, that's not your sword. I'm your sword. I'm in your hands now." Although the voice was old, it was light and light, which sounded a bit inconsistent.

Yan Xiaoran frowned slightly and raised the Jinghong Sword in his hand to his eyes, he couldn't make up his mind and said, "This is Jingqi's sword."

"No no no, I am your sword, that despicable and shameless person, he..."

"You are not allowed to say that!" Yan Xiaoran said angrily.

"It's true!" The voice sped up and said, "When he imprisoned me, he stained my hands with your blood, and made me mistakenly think that he It's my master, and he is bound to me forcibly..." The no longer so old voice paused slightly, and it sounded like weeping.

He still wanted to continue to say something, but was suddenly frightened back by Yan Xiaoran's shout of "Enough!"

As soon as the voice fell, immediately after, a stream of milky white flames burst out of the pool that was originally calm like a pool of stagnant water. Against the background of the ink-like black water below, it looked like blooming white lotuses.

That is the White Pond Youhuo that he stored in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

In other words, this place is really his sea of ​​consciousness.

Knowing the truth, Yan Xiaoran didn't feel any disturbance on his face, he tried to calm down again, and said: "You said you are my sword, and I am your real master?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the voice said hurriedly.

Yan Xiaoran suddenly let out a sneer: "Do you think I will believe such nonsense?"

To put it bluntly, what can exist in the sea of ​​consciousness is at most a ray of spirit and cannot be a tangible object.Since he is now in his own sea of ​​consciousness, it means that the sword he holds in his hand can never be the real Jinghong Sword.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaoran raised his hand and threw the sword in his hand into the milky white flame that was tumbling and flowing like water.

"Ah! Don't!" The blade of the sword drew an arc in the sky, and the sound turned into a piercing scream that only children can make.

Afterwards, Yan Xiaoran frowned and looked at the chubby... four-faced one hugging his thigh.

This thing is only as high as a person's knees, with two symmetrical horns growing on its head, a round and fat body like a snake, with two pairs of small wings and a short tail.If it wasn't for its relatively round head, it would probably be misunderstood as a lizard.

However, Yan Xiaoran was not at all curious about what this was.

What he was more concerned about was that this thing was hugging his thigh, wiping away his tears with the hem of his clothes.

Maybe it's because no one has ever done such a thing before, except for Yan Xiaoran's rare raised eyebrows, he really couldn't react for a while.

According to the "Four Unlikenesses", its surname is Sun and Moon, and its name is Wuji.So one person and one Wuji sat face to face by the black pool.

Perhaps because he noticed his master's twitching forehead at this moment, Sun Moon Wuji was useless and Yan Xiaoran asked again, and he said very neatly: "I am the sword spirit of Sun Moon Wuji Sword, and the prototype, the prototype is an ancient divine beast Qinglong!" Having said this, he couldn't help puffing out his small chest proudly while watching his master's reaction.

If it wasn't for Yan Xiaoran who is facially paralyzed and doesn't care about this thing's appearance at all, he would probably have laughed himself to the ground if he had been someone else.

But Mr. Xiao Ran, who never cared much about other things, completely ignored the appearance of the "blue dragon" in front of him at this moment, and just asked, "Sun Moon Promise Sword?"

"That's right!" Seeing that he was not ridiculed, the immature child's voice sounded again, this time he became more confident, and introduced it again: "I am the sword spirit of the ancient sword, and my name is Sun Moon Wuji! "

"Isn't it called Jinghong?" He always thought it was Jing Fansheng's sword, but he became a little interested.

"Bah! That name is useless!...Huh?" Riyue Wuji suddenly realized that he was picked up, and the person who picked him up made a gesture to throw it into the black water with milky white flames!

"From today onwards, you will be called Jinghong." Yan Xiaoran made a final decision.Lifting this thing up to his eyes, he didn't really want to throw it away.Anyway, if you throw it out, this thing will fly back by itself.If they disagree, he might as well just throw it into the fire.

Being pinched by the nape of his neck, the little chubby dragon twisted and struggled a few times in the air to no avail, so he could only temporarily agree to change his name, sobbing.

Surprised, everyone sat on the shore again.

Yan Xiaoran concentrated his attention and restrained his mind and asked: "Are you a sword spirit?"

Jinghong half sobbed and half choked up, answered: "Yes."

"You've always been by Jing Fansheng's side?"

Jinghong drooped his head and said aggrievedly: "Yes..."

"You must know what Qianjin Fansheng refused to tell me in the past 15 years? Now tell me the truth."

"Well……"

"Ok?"

Deeply aware that if he couldn’t answer, he would be thrown into the fire, Jinghong’s big eyes rolled around, and when his master reached out again, he said quickly: “I, I only know a part.”

Yan Xiaoran let out another expressionless "Huh?"

"When I followed him, my consciousness was still in the seal, my mind was still unopened, and I only had a little instinct to recognize the Lord, so what happened before the awakening..." The more it spoke, the lower its voice, after all, its instinct was telling it that if it couldn't answer If there is a problem, the end may be miserable.

But even though the tall man in front of him is his master, he is also an ancient sword spirit with tens of thousands of years of inheritance. Logically speaking, no matter who gets the Sun Moon Promise Sword, he should respect it.

Thinking of this, Jinghong regained some confidence, but looking at the other party's red eyes, the small chest that was originally raised fell back a little.

... Just, just because this person is insane, let's not bother with him for now!

It's a pity that Yan Xiaoran has lost his patience, he said bluntly: "Then what does this deity want from you?"

"Huh?" It was already a shame and shame for a sword spirit to recognize the wrong master. Hearing this sentence, Jinghong felt that his self-esteem was completely hurt.It was teary-eyed, and said angrily: "I, I am very useful! I know what happened after I awakened, and I, I still have countless ancient inheritances! Oh, yes, I can still help You stabilize your mind, don't you find that your emotions are much calmer now?" Having said that, it regained some confidence.

"Steady your mind..." Yan Xiaoran muttered to himself.He vaguely remembered the scene where Jing Fansheng asked him to hold the sword instead of taking it back, and he thought vaguely: Did Jing Qi already know that this sword has a sword spirit?

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned cold again, and asked, "What do you mean you know a lot of inheritances?"

"Inheritance is knowledge. I... know almost all the knowledge since I was born!" The small chest that fell down stood up again.

The blood in Yan Xiaoran's eyes faded a bit, and he asked solemnly: "Then do you know how to recast the sea of ​​consciousness?"

In Jing Fansheng's current situation, if a sea of ​​consciousness is not rebuilt, the damage to his consciousness cannot be repaired.During this period of time, not only the jade slips on medical training, but also the ancient paper books that have been handed down, he has read a lot, but he has not found a way to reshape the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

After all, if the sea of ​​consciousness of an ordinary monk was broken, he would have died long ago.A situation like Jing Fansheng's was too special.

"of course I know!"

"How to do it?"

"Uh..." Jinghong began to speak hesitantly, looking a little hesitant.Its big round eyes rolled around, and asked hesitantly, "Are you trying to save Jing Fansheng?"

Yan Xiaoran looked at it indifferently, his gaze was so natural that Jinghong couldn't help feeling that he was asking nonsense.

It wiped the corners of its eyes aggrieved, and said: "Jing Fansheng's body is different from ordinary people, and he doesn't die so easily. And if you leave him alone, he will heal on his own in a few hundred years."

Knowing that the other party will heal on his own, Yan Xiaoran felt a little relieved.But he still raised his eyebrows, and even raised his tone slightly: "How many, hundreds, years?"

The White Pond Youhuo in the black pool suddenly surged violently.

Jinghong shook his fat little body, and said in a trembling voice: "Yeah, it's not impossible. It's just too much trouble! It's bothersome and troublesome!"

"Give me all the relevant inheritance."

With one hammer to finalize the sound, Yan Xiaoran ignored the trembling small body, nodded his temples that were still throbbing, hesitated for a long time before asking: "Since when did you start to worry about Jing Fansheng?" remember?"

Jinghong said: "It was 15 years ago. I won't wake up until after you became enchanted. At that time, he was already in Jedi Valley."

Yan Xiaoran was silent again for a long time this time.

He wanted to know about Jing Fansheng's past, and he didn't want to miss it even if it was an experience that would hurt his heart when he heard it - everyone kept silent about Jing Fansheng when he was seriously injured.It was a long time later that he accidentally learned about Jing Fansheng's falling into the devil's way and being besieged and killed by the world.

Yan Xiaoran felt that he hadn't been able to accompany the other party to experience with him, but at least he could still share his heartache at this moment.

But he was also afraid that the experience he was about to hear was about Jing Fansheng's romance with others in the Jedi Valley.

Perhaps the Jinghong Sword Spirit really had some effect, blocking the noise and filth outside, Yan Xiaoran's mind has become clear at this moment.

He vaguely remembered that he was alone in the room with Jing Fansheng before he fainted.In order to prevent him from getting out of control again when he heard something that could affect his mind, Yan Xiaoran sighed and stood up, deciding not to ask for the time being.

Jinghong, who likes to listen to and tell stories, thought that he had time to show off his spare energy, but unexpectedly, the master suddenly didn't want to listen to it anymore. Before he had time to think about it, the little fat dragon ran forward and hugged Xiao Ranjun again thigh, raised his head and asked, "You really don't want to hear it? It's about your son."

Yan Xiaoran who was about to leave suddenly stopped.

The milky white tinder on the ink-colored pool instantly burst into bloom like a lotus flower.In his sea of ​​consciousness, even the pervasive white mist instantly thinned out a lot.