Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

It snowed heavily in Lucheng for several days in a row in December, and it was covered with snow everywhere.

It is time for the Qingling Sect to practice again every year. More than 100 new disciples will undergo a second round of screening after a year of study. After this screening, they will officially enter the Qingling Sect, one of the four major sects.

"I heard that the leader of the team this time is Lord Jian Zunyan." The disciples talked a lot, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

The four masters of the five peaks of the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty are all well-known in the cultivation world

"I don't know what Sword Master looks like. I have liked Master Yan for a long time. I heard that he is the strongest, and he is very handsome with a sword. If I can gain the favor of Master Yan during the training and be accepted into Dongfeng by him, then I will go big." luck."

A disciple in blue spoke out the feelings of many people.

"What's so good about Sword Master? I heard that he is ruthless and cruel to his disciples. I will never join his sect." A female disciple rubbed her cold hands and let out a breath of steam.

"Hush, don't talk, Sword Master is here!"

The disciples quickly shut up and looked up.

On the high platform in front of the school field, a person floated down from the air, with white clothes and black hair, surrounded by wind and snow.

His brows are bright and his figure is tall and straight.

The Xuanxuan is like a green pine, and the light is like a bright moon.

Alone and arrogant, independent of the world.

A cultivator has excellent eyesight, and all his disciples saw his face.

The female disciple who had previously said that she would never join Sword Master's sect was stunned, and said in a low voice with a blushing face, "I'd better join Sword Master's sect. Learning, learning swords is very good."

Everyone looked at each other.

People in the audience were fluctuating, while Yan Qing on the stage was still in a trance as he looked at the ancient buildings below.On the fifth day of coming to Qing Lingzong, he was finally convinced that he had passed through the book.

The name of the book is "Deng Xian", a romance novel about cultivating immortals, and the main character is Wu Jinyun.

In romance novels, there will always be a scumbag who abandons the protagonist and hurts the protagonist physically and mentally.

It is this kind of scumbag character that he is transmigrating now.

In order to pursue a rapid increase in cultivation, the original owner secretly practiced evil skills and made himself obsessed.

In order to survive, the scumbag Yan Qing deceived the protagonist Wu Jinyun's feelings. After the protagonist formed the alchemy, he took away the protagonist's inner alchemy, gouged out his eyes, and took out his kidneys, causing Wu Jinyun's emotions and body to be severely damaged.

Later, when Niu Hulu and Wu Jinyun returned, Yan Qing's face was swollen naturally.

Yan Qing sighed lightly.

"My lord, is there a problem?" the guard asked nervously.

Yan Qing recovered, shook her head, "No."

The guard on duty breathed a sigh of relief, "Then... the training begins?"

Yan Qing nodded, "OK."

With his consent, the guards left Lucheng with their disciples and went to Phoenix King Valley to practice.As the sword master, Yan Qing doesn't need to follow, just stay in Lucheng Town to guard.

He returned to the temporary residence arranged by the city lord, sitting on the futon and thinking.

It is described in the book that the original master practiced evil skills and became obsessed. Only the inner alchemy of the pure-blooded witch clan could save him. Now that the original master died, he passed through to receive his broken body, and he was also facing the crisis of death.

The only pure-blooded witch clan in the world has only the protagonist. If he wants to survive, he must take away the inner alchemy of the protagonist Wu Jinyun according to the plot.

The former Yan Qing would definitely refuse without hesitation, but after being burned and disfigured, his mind has changed.

It was not until his death that he realized that there is no such thing as good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. In fact, most of the people who really live well are selfish.

In the workplace, good people are bullied; in school, good people always do more.

Even in the law, there are emergency hedging regulations.

If he and the protagonist can only have one, why can't they choose themselves?

After meditating for a while, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Yan Qing raised her voice and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and the sword guard in black came back, his handsome brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was dignified.

"Master." The guard of the sword bowed to Yan Qing to salute.

Yan Qing remembered that the sword guard was called Gong Wen, who was not only his inner disciple, but also his right-hand assistant.

"What's the matter?" Yan Qing asked.

"As soon as we left the city, we found a house after walking seven or eight miles. There were more than a dozen people dead inside, all monks." The sword guard said solemnly, "The medicine guard checked, and those people have golden core cultivation."

Yan Qing roughly knew the division of cultivation bases. The cultivation base of the Jindan stage was not low. There were more than a dozen people in the room. If someone came in, it would be impossible not to resist.

"Our disciples are training. If we encounter a murderer, we will be in trouble. Please go and check the venerable." Jian Dui said.

Yan Qing sighed.As the top person in charge of this training, he had nothing to do with him, but now that there is a security problem, he has to go out.

But others didn't know that he was a counterfeit, let alone that the original owner had already gone mad, and his cultivation level had fallen to Jindan.

After traveling through five days, except for the Yujian skill obtained after communicating with Zhilingjian, he doesn't know anything about other swordsmanship and spells. If he wants to fight with others, he only has Yujian to escape.

Yan Qing rubbed the center of her eyebrows and let out a long sigh.

Following Jiandu Shou Yujian flew out of the city lord's mansion and landed in front of a house outside Lucheng.

There are no buildings around the house, standing alone in the snow, the surrounding trees are all frozen, and the Yushu Qiongzhi is beautiful.

A few disciples of the Qing Lingzong stayed around the house, and when they saw Yan Qing, they greeted Yan Qing and saluted.

Yan Qing nodded, stepped into the house, and there were more than a dozen people lying on the ground.

"How did you die?" Yan Qing asked.

The medicine guard came over and said, "Bingzun, these people all died at the hands of wild beasts."

"Beast?"

"Yes." The medicine guard turned over a corpse on the ground, and there was a huge paw print on the abdomen of the corpse, bloody and terrifying.

Yan Qing observed the corpse for a while, and found that his clothes were very different from those of Lucheng people, with various patterns on his body.

"Aren't these people from the Central Plains?" Yan Qing asked.

The medicine guard said: "Look at the dress, it looks like the one from Bahuang."

"Bahuang?" Yan Qing was startled.

Bahuang is located in the southeast of the mainland, and there are eight races in it. Each race has a special ability. They have gathered in that place since ancient times. Over time, they are called Bahuang.

The protagonist, Wu Jinyun, is from the Wu Clan of the Eight Wastelands.

In connection with the plot, Yan Qing guessed that the monk in the room was most likely the person sent by Ba Huang to hunt down Wu Jinyun's mother and son.

According to the plot, these people should go on a killing spree in Lucheng, chasing and killing Wu Jinyun, and then Yan Qing will play the hero to save the beauty, accept Wu Jinyun as his disciple, and at the same time attract Wu Jinyun's heart.

Now, this group of people died inexplicably in a house outside Lucheng, and the plot went awry.

Among them, what happened?

Now that the person who chased and killed Wu Jinyun is dead, what about Wu Jinyun?

In an instant, countless questions crossed Yan Qing's mind.

Not wanting to stay in a room full of corpses, Yan Qing walked out of the house and looked into the white distance.

Thinking about his thoughts, he was walking up and down in the snow outside the house. As he walked, he suddenly kicked something soft.

If Yan Qing felt something, she stopped to check.

Peeling off the snow layer, a piece of light brown clothes was exposed.

Shocked, Yan Qing accelerated the speed of pulling the snow, and within a short while, the thing under the snow completely revealed its original appearance - a little boy with many scars.

The little boy was barefoot, his toes were black and blue from the cold, his clothes were torn, and his body was full of wounds.

Yan Qing rolled up her sleeves, wiped off the snow particles, and the boy's face became clear little by little.

Small and tall nose bridge, white and flawless skin, and beautifully curved contours.

The boy has an extremely delicate little face, and it can be predicted that after a few years of growth, he will be a young man of peerless beauty.

That face was very familiar, Yan Qing paused slightly, and said in astonishment, "Xiaoxiao?"

Dazed for a moment, Yan Qing hurriedly picked up the child and rushed into the house, "Save me!"

The room instantly became busy.

The disciples closed the doors and windows tightly, the art guard ignited the extinguished charcoal fire, and the medicine guard healed the boy.

Yan Qing stood aside, looking nostalgic and sad.

Xiaoxiao is the child Yan Qing met after being hospitalized with burns.

Yan Qing was a single-parent family. After her mother passed away, Yan Qing and her aunt's house traveled frequently. One day when she went to her aunt's house, the house caught fire in the middle of the night. Yan Qing rescued her little cousin from the house, but she herself was seriously burned.

The treatment of the burns was long and painful, and my aunt's family was unwilling to bear the cost, saying that my cousin didn't need him to save him at all, and he only needed to wait half an hour to be rescued by the fire brigade. He asked for everything.

Regardless of the economic disputes, what is even more sad is the injury to his face and the discrimination he encountered when he went out.

The world suddenly became cruel and terrifying. Yan Qing suffered from severe depression and wanted to jump out of the window every day.

Just then he met Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao is a leukemia patient, obviously she is in unbearable pain and time is running out, but she tries to encourage Yan Qing like an angel.

With his encouragement, Yan Qing stood up again.

Later, Xiaoxiao died, and since then it has become an eternal pain in Yan Qing's heart.

Unexpectedly, in another world, he met Xiaoxiao again.

"My lord, there is no problem." The medicine guard finished feeding the medicine and walked to Yan Qing's side.

Yan Qing regained her senses and let go of the big stone in her heart.

After the investigation of the corpse was completed, the group returned to Lucheng.The boy looked too much like Xiaoxiao, so Yan Qing put the little boy in her own room to take care of it herself.

He stared at the boy's face with a lot of emotions in his heart.

The room was quiet, and the boy lying on the bed seemed to be dreaming, his small brows were tightly frowned, and his delicate face showed pain, and he uttered ravings.

Yan Qing leaned over and listened carefully.

"Mother...Little Deer..."

It turned out that I wanted to kiss my mother.

Thinking of his mother who died young, Yan Qing felt the same way. He sat on the edge of the bed, gently held the boy's hand, and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The child still frowned.

Yan Qing stared at his Xiaoxiao-like face distressedly, he thought, I can't find a mother for the child, but I can give him a fawn.

As soon as he thought about it, Yan Qing searched the room for a while, found some blank paper, fabric, and a knife, and sat at the table to cut it.

Yan Qing was very talented in hand design since she was a child. After graduation, she successfully became a toy designer. Later, she was disfigured at home and had nothing to do, so she earned money by studying design and making handcrafts.

Half an hour later, a cute little deer appeared on the round table.

After finishing it smoothly, Yan Qing glanced at the hourglass on the table, picked up the medicine bowl next to it, made the medicine powder with hot water, stirred it evenly, brought it to the bed and gently fed it into the child's mouth.

The child suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were as black as ink, staring at Yan Qing coldly.