When a Cultivation Boss Dresses Up as Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

The vinegar bottle fell over, and most of the vinegar in it spilled out, and a few eggs in the basket were already broken, but He Jiang didn't care about these, his body hadn't recovered yet, even if his whole body was in severe pain, he would still bite Grinding his teeth, arching his body... and escaped.

It took more than 20 steps out of the door before I dared to look back. That son of a bitch, no, that wolf son of a bitch was chopping wood with an ax, hitting it again and again, both precise and powerful.

With cold sweat on He Jiang's forehead, he touched his neck with some fear. Fortunately, the wolf cub just punched and kicked, and didn't remember to get the axe, otherwise his life would have been lost here.

The more He Jiang thought about it, the weaker his legs became. He obviously wanted to escape from here quickly, go home quickly, lock the gate, and have a safe place, but he just couldn't lift his legs.

Not to mention how He Jiang slowly moved back home step by step. Here, the grandfather and grandson of the He family, one is methodically chopping firewood and boiling water for bathing, while the other is weeping in shock and panic.

He Zhinian doesn't often go to the secular world, but he has heard the phrase 'women are made of water'. He didn't understand it at the time, but now he understands it. How can a woman in the secular world shed endless tears.

He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, was it to say that he didn't kill him and avoided the fatal point, or that the person should be beaten, and if he didn't beat him, he would not have a long memory, and if he didn't beat him, he would be disrespectful.

After all, it was Grandma He's who spoke first.

"If you kill someone, you will pay with your life. If you beat someone disabled, you will go to jail. Don't be like your father. He used to be a decent person. Now everyone can spit on him and get stabbed behind his back." Backbone, the whole family can't lift their heads. If you study well and pass the exam in the future, you don't have to hang around here, and the good days will come, just bear with it now..."

Don't follow your father's old path, and don't let people say that the old He family's upper beam is not upright and the lower beam is crooked.

He Zhinian never believed in the saying that "it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years". He always reported his revenge on the spot, and he would not wait until tomorrow, so as not to think about it every day, toss and turn at night, and to avoid forming a demon in the future.

He has been cultivating all the way, and his state of mind has never been broken. It has always been because the spiritual energy in his body is sufficient, the meridians have been broadened, and his cultivation has naturally improved to a higher level, without any demons.

A sword cultivator must endure loneliness and pain, but endure being bullied, this is definitely not something a sword cultivator can do.

He Zhinian was afraid of making too many mistakes, afraid of being found out that his body had been replaced, so he didn't say anything.

In Grandma He's opinion, the little grandson was bullied hard, so he didn't care about it, he beat his uncle like crazy just now, and he hasn't repented now.

She had to break the matter up and explain it to her little grandson: "That was your uncle. If you hit him, at most your uncle would make trouble. But if you beat someone else, it would be the whole family. They can't Kill people and set fire, but you can smash our homes, destroy our land, and even cover people with sacks on the way, you, a child, who can you beat?"

"You can't beat anyone. Others are different from your uncle. He is just a lazy guy, full of lazy meat, so he can just lie there and let you beat him. Others can't."

"Good boy, listen to grandma. We don't fight. Stay away from bad kids. If they dare to attack you, run away. Come home, grandma, or the teacher's office, whatever."

A sword cultivator should face up to difficulties, even if he encounters a monk who is one level higher than himself, he must draw his sword to meet the enemy. There is no reason to avoid the battle and run away. This is related to the bottom line and dignity of a sword cultivator.

So, forgive me for not agreeing with what grandma said, it goes in the left ear and goes out the right ear.

Amidst grandma's nagging, He Zhinian dug out a large piece of the place where his uncle had been lying, chopped firewood and boiled water, closed the bedroom door, took a shower, washed his clothes, brushed his shoes, and finally took out the The original owner's previous textbook.

The characters in this world are different from those in his world, but there are many similarities, but they are more concise, and the learning method is more convenient: With pinyin, learning characters becomes much easier.

He Zhinian spent an afternoon flipping through the original owner's first and second grade books from beginning to end, combined with the original owner's memory, he could barely piece together a completely different world in his mind - one that talked about science, not about cultivating immortals. world.

Although this world has a thin spiritual energy, but there is no sect of cultivation, the theory of ghosts and gods is all feudal superstition, and the highest pursuit of people is no longer cultivation and ascension, but to change their destiny.

The words that the teachers often chanted were 'reading changes destiny', and the original owner's grandmother had always hoped that the original owner could pass the exam, leave here, and become a decent cultural person.

Well, he also knew that most of the scholars in the secular world are looking forward to being named on the gold list, just like the students in this world are looking forward to being admitted to the university, and just like these monks are looking forward to being able to ascend to immortality.

The old cultivator, and now the primary school student He Zhinian, first set himself a small goal - to enter the university.

The calligraphy needs to be practiced, the questions to be done, and the books to be memorized. He Zhinian showed his energy in cultivation and arranged a full schedule. Tonight, he will first practice the calligraphy for two hours, then do the questions for an hour, and finally draw out a Hours to recite Chinese textbooks from scratch.

When lying in bed and sleeping, it is best to go through the questions and texts for the evening in your mind. Isn’t it written in the book—reviewing the past to learn the new.

He Zhinian, who always loves to dare to think and dare to do, was having dinner, remembering how the teacher taught him how to hold a pen. Children in this world use pencils instead of brushes, and they have to learn the posture of holding a pen from scratch.

He Zhinian, who didn't waste a single minute, was approached by someone, who dared to throw his book away without disturbing him from studying.

A student's book, the sword of a swordsman.

No one dared to throw his sword. The last person who stole his sword was already beheaded by his sword. As for the person who dared to throw his book...

"pick it up."

He Jiang's wife, Wang Xiumei, was not intimidated by the child's pretentious posture. Don't she know how capable the little kid who grew up under her nose is? She can bluff He Jiang, but not her.

"Don't come here. I'll throw away your books. What's the matter? You hit me. There are things that are born or not raised by mothers. Today, my mother will teach you how to respect your elders."

Wang Xiumei exerted all her strength, and slapped He Zhinian's face. Unexpectedly, the little brat hid quite quickly, and the slap didn't hit her face, and almost slipped her waist.

"Little bastard, you still dare to hide. If I don't clean you up today, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has. If it's against the sky, return it."

Throwing his book, attacking him, and not being clean, these three felonies should be punished.

Just like when he attacked He Jiang, He Zhinian's first move was to knock the person to the ground with the force of the impact and the precise direction, and firmly suppress him.

"Little bastard, let me go quickly..."

If you are dishonest, then you will punch two times first. If you feel the pain, you will know that you are honest. If you are dishonest, you will not feel the pain yet.

From cursing, to howling, to sobbing, Wang Xiumei not only hated the wolf cub in front of her, she also hated He Jiang.

The two of them came together, and she came to help He Jiang vent his anger, but He Jiang was fine, he didn't even dare to enter the door when he came, and when he heard her being beaten, he didn't even think about coming in to save her, a coward, not worthy of being a man.

Seeing people being honest, He Zhinian just stood up. It makes sense for these two people to be a husband and wife.

"Pick up the book."

Wang Xiumei didn't dare not listen, firstly because she was afraid of pain, and secondly because she suspected that this little bastard must have been possessed by a ghost, otherwise she wouldn't have changed so much, and she had never seen anyone so ruthless in a fight ——with no expression on his face, without even frowning.

When she first entered the door, this little brat was like this when he was reading, and he was still like this when he was beating someone. He must have been possessed by a ghost.

She can still play tricks with people, but with ghosts—she is willing to spare her life. He Jiang, a bastard, is not dead, so why should she die.

Carefully picked up the thrown book, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, and respectfully put it on the small dining table.

There is no desk at home, the only table is this small dining table.

"You are living in my dad's house now, so come back, no, change it back, the two houses have been swapped for several years, and it's time to change it back."

"Ah..." Wang Xiumei covered her mouth, for fear of offending the ghost in front of her again, who is used to living in green brick and tile houses, who can bear such a dilapidated house.

Afraid of being beaten, but also reluctant to part with such a good house, Wang Xiumei explained eagerly: "We have a lot of families, so we can't afford to move back here."

"Then don't move. It just so happens that the family needs servants to do things. The old lady is getting old, and someone has to do the laundry, cooking and field work."

Return the servant, this is not an old ghost from before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

She is too lazy to serve herself, but she also serves others?

I think when the family was separated, the old house was distributed to the couple, not this broken house. Although the house divided at the beginning was not a blue brick house, it was also a bright and majestic four-room house, only the kitchen There was a fire, and the house burned down.

He Jiang is a lazy bone. The house was burned, and the money was also burned. He borrowed some money from the old man. If he is lazy, he knows how to play tricks and built two adobe houses.

Borrowing money from the elder brother can fool the past, but the brother can still force the debt, mainly because he borrowed money from others, so he has to repay it.

She used to live in this crappy house for several years. If a family of four moved in, there would be no place to turn around. How could she live here?

But let her serve the ghosts in the big house, do those hard work, and get beaten by the ghosts every now and then, that's not okay.

Besides, if this old ghost is a pervert, then she will be miserable if she lives in a courtyard. She works for the ghost and sleeps with the ghost. Toss to death.

If he had known that she would not have come here, He Jiang would have been beaten as soon as he was beaten, and he lived in a big brick house, so a beating for He Jiang was nothing.

"Can we discuss it again?" Wang Xiumei said tremblingly, her legs were trembling, she wanted to survive and not get beaten, but she also wanted to live in a good house, and she couldn't serve ghosts.

"What do you say?"

Wang Xiumei knelt on the ground with a 'plop', her upper teeth hitting her lower teeth, always feeling that there was a gust of wind around her, no matter how nice the green brick and big tiled house was, it couldn't be better than life.

"Change, change it back, change it back immediately, grandpa ghost, don't be angry."

Co-authoring is to treat him as a ghost, which is not wrong, he is indeed a lonely ghost from another world.