After the rebirth of the cannon fodder

In the past, if someone told me that the matter of wearing a book was true, I would probably directly ask him to go to the hospital to have his brain checked.

Until I actually wear a book.In a car accident, my eyes went dark, and I transformed from a hard-working college student into a cannon fodder senior brother in a novel about cultivating immortals.

When I travel to the past, the plot has not yet started. I am eight years old, the second junior brother of the heroine is six years old, and the younger junior sister of the heroine is five years old.When they met for the first time, the three radishes were not as tall as swords, so they were sent by their family to learn swords and cultivate immortals.

The young junior sister and noble daughter are especially delicate. Seeing that her family members really left like that, she held the doll in place for a while, and then slowly began to sob, her big eyes glistened with tears, and the little flower on her head swayed and swayed, resembling The q-version villain in that kind of comics.

The junior brother has no such thing as a family at all, he was bought from the kidnapper by the master for two taels of silver.The kidnapper took the money and walked away beaming, while the younger junior huddled in a corner and sat with his knees hugged, looking indifferently at the way down the mountain.

Hearing that the little junior sister was crying sadly, he didn't turn his head to take a look.Only I watched from the sidelines and thought, the cute girl Kuge really is a perfect match, I agree to this marriage!So they went up and gave each of them a candy.

"Junior sister don't cry, senior brother will buy you sweets to eat... Junior brother? Don't look over and eat sweets... Hey, hey, hurry up!"

I put the caramel in my junior sister's palm, and brushed her limp hair. When I turned my head and wanted to do the same to my junior sister, he pursed his lips and took a step back, looking at me very warily.

Not to mention, his eyes are quite beautiful, a pair of deep and delicate peach blossom eyes.From the eyes down, the bridge of the nose is high, the lip color is thin, the long black hair is messy and draped over the shoulders, and the bones are thin. If you look closely, there is a broken ear hole in the right ear, which is worn with a small piece of wooden branch, and the blood has dried up.

At first glance, she looked like a beautiful girl, but her eyes were black and cold, like sharp spikes quenched by poison.Seeing that I was stunned, he brought out a little bit of sarcasm.

This unlucky boy!Sure enough, he was an annoying boy, and he couldn't get along with the sweet and soft little girl!

Can this really bless the world in the future?Wouldn't the taunt value be maxed out halfway and be attacked by a group?

I deeply doubt it.So I occasionally educate my juniors to be polite and lenient, and by the way, point out my juniors to stay away from those scumbags outside.

Everything is perfect.It wasn't until the two of them went down the mountain ten years later that I felt something was wrong.

Junior brother, he is indeed polite and lenient, but only after the duel - defeating others like chopping melons and vegetables, and then bowing politely, isn't this even more ironic!

That's fine.What's even more outrageous is the little junior sister. She has been taught too many love books by me, and she turned her prey into a hunter directly, and the fish pond is all over the fairy world!Even when others came to duel because of love and hatred, she would innocently sway: "Are you sure you want to fight with me? Think about it well, if you hurt me a little, my senior brother will directly kill you."

My reputation is too great, no matter how angry the visitor is, they have to retreat with hatred.Of course, there are those who know me well and know that I usually don’t stay by my juniors and sisters; not to mention staying by their side, I’m not even in the teacher’s school most of the time, even the master can’t find me.

This kind of time is a good time for revenge. Those who were scumbags by their junior sisters, those who were cut off by their junior brothers, those who don't like me, those who are jealous of our master, secretly gang up to make trouble.

In the end, it was usually tipped off by the fish and fish of the younger sister, and then the younger sister went to the cave to count the talismans and magic treasures on my body, and the younger brother went to investigate my cave, which looked like a post-war ruin, and figured out where I went with difficulty.

In my memory, the most troublesome time was when the victims of the other three sects and six sects united, and many of them were young and strong.And I didn't know that, taking advantage of the opportunity of being sent by the master to deliver a message to the imperial capital, I hung out with the rich men in the imperial capital, laughing and cursing and beating horses across the street, playing day and night.

Later, when the younger brother finally found me, it was already dusk the next day.I was lying in the crimson gold-sprinkled silk satin of Hualou girls, my long hair was spread out and the skirt was loose, the famous "Wanchun Sword" was casually thrown aside, and a row of empty wine jars rolled crookedly on the ground. On the side, the fragrance of wine filled the room.

The younger brother came in with a lamp, and he was not in a hurry to wake me up. He just rolled up his sleeves and wiped my head, face and sword with a warm cloth.I woke up in a haze, and he called me in a low voice: "Elder brother, something happened."

"Oh? Oh..." I was still drunk, half leaning against the desk, and looked at him with a slight frown.

The younger brother handed over the hangover soup very thoughtfully, and stretched out his hand to gently massage my temples.

The melodious singing of the girls came from outside, and the gorgeous and flowing lights poured in, outlining the tall and steady figure of the younger brother.I was lifted up by him, and I actually had to raise my head with difficulty to see clearly his high browbones, sharp jaw, and his indifferent eyes half hidden in the shadows.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that he had grown up completely.

I looked at him carefully, and in my mind, the shady little beauty back then had finally faded away, and instead, he was a little bit like the powerful Cangming Immortal Venerable in the original book who turned the tide and showed no emotions. coincide.

While feeling relieved in my heart, I couldn't help but think that since he, the protagonist, has grown up, then I, the cannon fodder, will soon be offline, right?

Sure enough, after going back to repel the alliance of the three sects and six factions, it didn't take long for the news of Mo Zun to come to the world.As the senior brother of the famous Zhonghua sect, in order to protect the younger generation of each faction, I naturally stepped forward in the attack of the demon cultivator, and finally I was stabbed through the heart by the sinister and cunning demon cultivator.

After all, I was a person who died once, and I felt good when I died the second time. Compared with the blood hole in my chest, what terrified me more was my little junior sister—she saw me dead, and her eyes burst into tears instantly. Kindly, half of his clothes were shattered into pieces during the surge of spiritual power, revealing his fair and flat chest.

——Damn it, the little junior sister I've been taking care of for so many years is actually a man!

I deeply felt that I was played by the plot - it took me many years to realize that it was not the plot that played tricks on me, but that I was too careless to read the book - there were two big characters "Danmei" written on the cover of the novel, but I Just didn't pay attention!

But I didn't figure it out back then, so it can be said that I died of extreme depression and hatred at that time.

Maybe it's because I have too much resentment, I'm very honored, I didn't die again, but was reborn in the body of a passer-by disciple.

He is a real passer-by—he is a disciple of a little-known remote sect "Changping Sect", with mixed spiritual veins, and he has not yet established a foundation in his 20s.In addition, he was seriously injured on a previous mission, and his bones were injured and he became a sick child, so he was completely given up and assigned to Zangshu Pavilion and became a gatekeeper.

To sum it up, I have changed from a golden disciple of the Chonghua School, the number one school in the world of cultivating immortals, and a strong man in the Transformation of God Realm, to an unknown gatekeeper of the Changping School, who is sick and weak during the Qi training period.

The identity has changed, the appearance has also changed, the only thing that has not changed is the name.My name is still Ye Wei, but at this time, a full hundred years have passed since the fall of Ye Wei from the Chonghua School. The world has been in chaos for a hundred years, and resisting the invasion of demon cultivators has spent all the energy in the world of cultivators. Ye Wei has long been remembered by few people. , so there is no need to shy away from it.

Now everyone remembers, only Chonghua School Cangming Immortal Zun Chu Zhaolin, and Chonghua School Xuanye Immortal Zun Nangong Yu.

That is my second junior brother and junior junior brother.

Fortunately, they were not affected by my death, and now the two of them are living a very good life.Especially Chu Zhaolin, as the well-deserved No. [-] force in the world of cultivating immortals, everyone is looking forward to him saving the world in the future.

As for me, I expect more. Not only do I want to see Chu Zhaolin turn the tide and save the world, but I also want to see him and Nangong Yu tie the knot, and the two of them will end happily.

The premise is that I can live to the day of the finale.And in view of the fact that the old doctor and repairman of the Changping School asserted that I could not live for a year in my current situation, so in order to continue my life after rebirth, I really tried my best to survive.

For example, I painstakingly prepared medicine to regulate the root bone, and I remember that Chu Zhaolin just broke through the Hinayana realm at that time;

I worked hard to earn spiritual stones to repair the spiritual veins, and at that time Chu Zhaolin broke through the Mahayana realm;

I finally stopped coughing up blood and managed to look like a human being. When I left the customs, I heard that Chu Zhaolin had comprehended the Zhenpai mental method of the Chonghua School "Nine Mysteries Tong You", and became the only one who could learn from Goubi Mozun's hands. Surviving monks.

Later, I broke through to the foundation building stage, put on my clothes and stood up and sat in front of the window, twirling my long hair with a wooden hairpin.

At that time, it was the first snowfall of this year, and everywhere the eyes could see, it was full of snow colors.

The old doctor who passed by looked at me like a ghost, and it took a long time before he said, "You really know how to pick your time. Today is the Grand Ceremony of the Chonghua Sect. Immortal Cangming has been a big disciple for so many years, and he has finally been officially established as a disciple. It's really gratifying to congratulate Ren Chonghua as the head of the sect—it's a pity that the head of the sect has gone to Chonghua to congratulate him, and no one can give you a Taoist dish at this moment."

I stroked the ashes on the chessboard on the table, and dropped a piece: "It's okay."

"You can see it." The old man kowtowed the melon seeds and leaned over, "But you are such a short-lived ghost, you really should be more open."

"With your good words," I said politely and gently, "I will live a long life."

The old man expressed doubts and was a little puzzled:

"Are you so gentle? Don't scold me for crow's mouth, and don't want me to get out? ——Hiss, Ye Wei, this doesn't look like you, are you bewitched?"

I:……

I didn't realize until now that the old man was not fit enough to scold him, but I still didn't intend to scold him, so I just sighed and said rather vicissitudes:

"I originally thought that the old wounds could be healed by breaking through the foundation, but now it seems hopeless...Since this is the case, I have to cultivate my body and mind, and try to live longer."

I was forced to make a change. From then on, I didn’t care about worldly affairs. I just sat by the window every day and played chess and score. Occasionally, I carried a lamp to patrol the library and reminded my disciples to return books on time.

Many disciples of the Changping School like me very much, because I don't swear or even speak loudly, and I seem to be very easy to get along with.

They especially like my eyes, my eyes and expression, and say that I have a gentle temperament just by looking at them.However, they didn't know at all that these eyes are the most resembling of my whole body in my previous life, and at that time I also scared countless people away with a look and a sneer.

They say I am gentle.Even I myself almost believed that I was such a gentle and peaceful person, only occasionally dreaming back in the middle of the night, would I vaguely think of the big brother Ye Wei who was feasting and feasting.

But that's already a thing of the past life.

The past is gone, like a dream bubble.

Huang Liang had a dream, and when he woke up, he was completely at a loss.

Years are like running water, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.The disciples of the Changping School came one after another, and finally broke through the threshold of the Zangshu Pavilion.The elder was too old to move around, so he sent me down the mountain to find a carpenter, and bought some lamp oil and the like.

I naturally agreed, put away the chessboard, got up and passed by the disciples, and the disciples all greeted me.

I smiled back: "Why are you so happy today?"

"Senior Brother Ye, don't you know yet!" The disciples looked at me and laughed excitedly, "Tomorrow! Immortal Master Cangming is coming to our Changping Sect for inspection!"