After the rebirth of the cannon fodder

I don't know why, usually there is no blood, but now it flows endlessly.

It almost drained the blood from my whole body, and made me die here immediately.

In just a few breaths, half of the old clothes were dyed red, and in the light red haze, I couldn't see Zhaolin's expression clearly, only felt that he stretched out his hand to wipe my lips in a panic.

"Big Brother, Big Brother! Don't scare me!"

"Eldest brother, just pay attention to me, junior brother will heal your injuries...Eldest brother!"

In my daze, I thought, who is talking here?

Junior brother, Chu Zhaolin... I tried my best to open my eyes, but what I saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It seems that he has appeared thousands of times in dreams, and it seems that he doesn't know him at all.

"Cangming Immortal?" I suddenly woke up.

Chu Zhaolin suddenly clenched my hand, his cheeks twitched, and he forced a smile: "Eldest brother, you—"

big brother?When I heard this name, my right hand suddenly ached.

I desperately pushed him away, spitting out blood during the movement, Chu Zhaolin was about to reach out to help, but I just shook my head and kept staggering back.

Chu Zhaolin's expression finally became desperate: "You——Ye Wei, don't move anymore! I order you, don't move anymore!"

"I don't move him, can't I move him?" Chu Zhaolin casually healed the wounded Elder Xu who was unconscious on the ground, and then stretched out his arms to signal that he would do nothing again.

He walked towards me with his arms outstretched like this, and he seemed to be talking nonsense:

"You see, I didn't intend to do anything to him, I just wanted to hit him. If you don't like it, forget it, forget it, okay?"

"Come here, let me see your injury... I won't hurt you, nor will I be angry, I'm gentle."

He walked forward, and I stepped back step by step, and finally retreated to the wall, and I saw the wide open window from the side.

"Don't jump!" Chu Zhaolin yelled hysterically, and immediately softened his tone, "Don't jump, please, Ye Wei, we can discuss anything."

"You want to go with that Chen Ping? Yes, whatever, I'll let you go." Chu Zhaolin laughed stiffly, "If you don't go back to the Chonghua School, the world is so big, you can go wherever you want. You want to go with that Chen Ping stays with you forever? Have you found a place to live in seclusion? Do you want me to take you there?"

"—Okay, I won't see you off, I won't see you off! Don't be angry," Chu Zhaolin saw me spit out blood again, and immediately changed his words, "You can go there by yourself, you can do whatever you want. If you don't want to see me, After these few days, I will never appear in front of you again..."

He took a deep breath and laughed tremblingly: "This time it's true, I swear."

I pressed one hand on the window lattice and looked at Chu Zhaolin silently. The blood stained the window frame red and dripped onto the ground downstairs, finally making the disciples below aware of the abnormality.

A group of people gathered around the door of Zangshu Pavilion and looked up at me, worried, shocked...there was a lot of discussion.

Chu Zhaolin's expression was no different from that of a dead person, his dark eyes were calm and lifeless.

I was on the verge of falling, and forced myself to smile and asked him: "This time, can the promise of the Immortal Venerable be counted?"

Chu Zhaolin made an oath with the blood of his fingertips: "If there is any violation, there will be no place for burial in this life and death."

A flash of inspiration flashed, this time it was a real oath connection.

Only then did I completely relax, and after being hugged by Chu Zhaolin, I passed out completely.

When I woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day.Elder Xu had already woken up and left, and Chu Zhaolin was left sitting on the bed with me in his arms, crumpled at the corners of his clothes, a few strands of hair scattered on his temples, staring blankly out of the window.

A black spiritual mist enveloped the entire Zangshu Pavilion, and the attic was particularly thick with thick black mist. A faint roar came from the depths of the mist, but Chu Zhaolin's black tentacles just languished and shrank behind him.

Seeing me looking down, the tentacle seemed to feel something, and it slowly protruded a little bit, looked around vigilantly, and then suddenly wrapped around my fingertips.

I resisted the discomfort and didn't shake it off, but Chu Zhaolin woke up, and with a bang, all the illusions of spiritual power disappeared.

There were only the two of us left in the small room.I backed away silently, and bowed to salute: "Thank you Xianzun."

Chu Zhaolin smiled, his hair on the temples was loose, just plain and boring.

Seeing him like this, I suspected that he had consumed too much, hated myself for being incompetent, and felt depressed for a while.

The two were relatively silent, and finally Chu Zhaolin asked gently: "Is this your room?"

I lowered my eyelashes: "Yes."

Chu Zhaolin looked around: "Very good."

"The world is so big, there is such a small place to hide, to settle down, to practice, to miss your lover..."

"Already very good."

"But you're afraid that you won't come back to live here again. You've been in the Wulu Hall these days, and then you'll go to Chen Ping's place, right?"

"Then, pack up your things." He said and got up, "I'll wait for you outside in a quarter of an hour."

He walked out - in the low attic, Chu Zhaolin even had to bend slightly to move forward - but he didn't say anything, just leaned against the door frame and looked at me like that.

His eyes were a bit dim, but I couldn't drive him away, so I opened the closet to find a bedding, two sets of old clothes, and the blood-stained gauze in the medicine basket and a few bottles of rough herbal pills under his watch. Put it away, hesitated for the last time, and put a thick book of chess master fragments into the storage bag.

Since I knew its origin, I haven't looked it up again.Originally, it was planned to burn it or leave it to Elder Xu, but in front of Chu Zhaolin, I decided to forget it.

Who knew that Chu Zhaolin's sharp eyes still asked me, "What is that?"

I wanted to be perfunctory, but Chu Zhaolin made a gesture and raised his hand, and I immediately confessed: "It's a chess record."

Only then did Chu Zhaolin put down his hands: "Why do you like playing chess?" After a pause, he said, "Chen Ping likes it?"

"No," I paused, "it's just what I like."

Chu Zhaolin didn't know whether to believe it or not, so he turned his head and left.He took me back to the Wulu Palace, but suddenly moved out of the chessboard and said, "Come on, let's talk about a game."

The chessboard was prepared by the Wulu Hall, along with Fuxi Guqin, Huimo Xuanbi, and even a cricket cage and dice cup, but Chu Zhaolin has never touched it, and these days there is no attendant to serve him, Then a thin layer of dust fell.

But Chu Zhaolin only flicked it with his fingers, and the chessboard took on a whole new look.Seeing this, I put down the cloth towel in my hand, made another pot of tea for him, and then went to sit down.

Chu Zhaolin sat silently, not knowing what he was thinking, raised his hand and dropped the first ball, which was actually in Tianyuan.

This is a really rare move.I thought in my heart, seeing that Chu Zhaolin made no mistake, I followed him to the star position.

When my consciousness is fully opened, I am probably at the peak of the Nascent Soul.Usually, if you deliberately restrain yourself, you will be at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

But even so, Chu Zhaolin was still at a disadvantage.

You must know that he is in the Mahayana realm, even if he doesn't often play chess, he won't be like this.

So his consciousness...

While laying down, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Chu Zhaolin.

He didn't notice the abnormality, he just said in a low voice, "Brother, since we met, we haven't sat down and chatted like this."

"When I was young, I had a distasteful temperament. When I grow up, you just drag your junior brother to whisper and leave me aside."

"Actually, I have a lot of things I want to say to Senior Brother."

"Brother, do you know what I did today?"

I was still thinking about his divine sense, and I answered casually, "Could it be that I found the demon cultivator?"

"It's wrong, but it's about the same." Chu Zhaolin smiled slightly, "Under the Zhaohe Mountain, I found out that there was a broken monster barrier in the back mountain of the Changping School, and there was a lot of demonic energy left in it. It can be seen that there is indeed The demon cultivator has been here, and the general level is not low."

"Eldest brother probably doesn't know," he said slowly, "Humans, demons, and demons in the three worlds. The human race has an absolute advantage, but after the demon cultivator was born, you... suddenly fell, and the world of cultivating immortals is huge." In order to shake up the chaos, in order to unite the demon clan to fight against the enemy, master released Qing Mohe, the leader of the demon clan who had been suppressed for 800 years, and from then on, the three legs stand together, and the human race has the final say."

In fact, although I don't know the details, I have read the original work after all, so the general idea is still clear.

So I replied in a slow voice: "With the presence of the Immortal Venerable, he will surely be able to overcome the two races of demons and revive the glory of the human race."

"Really?" Chu Zhaolin smiled, "Then what if the monster clan rebelled and joined forces with the demon cultivator?"

Monster clan rebellion?This is not the content of the original work!

I almost dropped my hand, but I said calmly: "Is there such a thing? It's because the disciple is ignorant."

"It's just a guess." Chu Zhaolin stared at me, "After all, Qing Mohe had a lot of opinions on the death of the elder brother. Before leaving, he had a big fight with the master and almost set fire to the entire Chonghua Mountain. "

I was stunned, Chu Zhaolin smiled more sincerely when he saw my expression:

"Qing Mohe, senior brother, don't you remember him? It's the python demon we met in the Peach Blossom Forest when we were young."

"Speaking of which, he was born to be the leader of the monster clan, but he was defeated and suppressed by the master for 800 years because of killing the people indiscriminately. He was a person who yearned for freedom, but he seemed reluctant to leave before he left. The master drove him away, but he still explain……"

"'Ye Wei's bones are still cold, are you going to drive me away, you old bastard?'" Chu Zhaolin leaned forward and repeated Qing Mohe's words to me with a smile. The smile didn't reach his eyes, and he looked inexplicably cold.

"'You don't care about him, then I will seek revenge from the Demon Dao. Come on, give me his body. From then on, Ye Weisheng is a member of my Yaozu, and death is a ghost of my Yaozu. It has nothing to do with your Chonghua sect. Relationship!'"

"...Of course the master didn't agree, so they started fighting." Chu Zhaolin recovered his tone with a calm expression, "But after Qing Mohe went back, the Yaozu, under his leadership, became more obsequious towards Chonghua. Ask them for help." Refining Zhaoheshan from dragon bones and phoenix marrow has cost countless efforts; in recent years, it has been repeatedly found that demonic energy haunts the enchantment of the demon clan, and there are signs of cooperation."

I was dumbfounded when I heard the words: "But, didn't he say that he wanted to find Mo Xiu for revenge?"

"Who knows," Chu Zhaolin said coldly, "The monster race is the most capricious, especially Qingmohe."

"Telling this to senior brother is to remind senior brother that Qing Mohe is the most pretentious and capricious. If he comes over from that enchantment, senior brother must tell me as soon as possible, and you must not believe anything he says."

"After all, only I can guarantee that you and Chen Ping are safe and happy," Chu Zhaolin said with a soft smile, "But Qingmohe will only make your Chen Ping——shattered to pieces, leaving no scum left."

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