When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Anyone who has read Yitian Tulongji novels will know that Chen Youliang in the book is a jumping clown, an experience pack used to gain prestige and experience for the protagonist.

But is this really the case?

Not really.

Chen Youliang went from the last disciple of the poor and white beggar gang to the actual leader of the beggar gang without any golden fingers. It was not due to good luck and unscrupulous means.

But then again, in terms of luck, which of the characters in the book can match up with the hero and heroine?

Ordinary people who fall off a cliff are bound to die, the male protagonist can get martial arts secrets by falling off a cliff, ordinary people will be punished for doing evil, and the female protagonist kills innocent people indiscriminately...

Well, the heroine and the hero are happily together.

The aura of the protagonist is greater than everything else, and all the supporting roles serve the protagonist and are not worthy of having their own soul and ambition.

Therefore, the aspiring girl Zhou in the book is ruined and scolded by thousands of people.

Thinking about Miss Zhou's end, Zhou Zhiruo sighed softly.

Since she came to this world, she has to change the way of life for Miss Zhou, so that she can become famous, win the Ninth Five-Year Championship, and not be tired by scumbags.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, stood up, and looked at the map that Chen Youliang hung in the main hall.

No one can change their life casually, especially those who are cannon fodder in supporting roles. They are destined to pay more hard work and efforts than the protagonists.

It's like cannon fodder Chen Youliang hangs a map in his room, clearly marking the defenses and military strength of the Yuan people in each city, while Zhang Wuji, the protagonist, is called the leader of Mingjiao, but he rarely leads Mingjiao disciples to attack cities and territories. For Yang Xiao, to be a hands-off shopkeeper by himself, looking for his adoptive father and flirting with his sister at the same time, living a very uncomfortable life.

People are more than people, really maddening.

Chen Youliang realized that Zhou Zhiruo was looking at the map, so he walked over, picked up a long, polished pole, pointed to the cities on the map and said, "If Master Zhou wants three cities from Yuanren, I recommend these three."

Chen Youliang pointed at the map and explained: "Although these three cities are inconspicuous, they are of great significance. One is the place where food and grass must pass through, one occupies a place so that it can rise from the sky, and the other is rich in money and grain. There are these three places. With it in hand, the head of Zhou will have a foothold, get rid of the Yuan Dynasty, and revive the Han Dynasty."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded.

Chen Youliang has a good strategic vision, and the city she chose was the most important place she had discussed with Song Qingshu.

Zhou Zhiruo said, "How long do you need?"

Chen Youliang thought for a while, then said, "March."

"Give me three months, [-] days to complete the gang, [-] days to cut off food and grass, [-] days to send out surprise soldiers, [-] days to go to the city, and the rest of the time is to support the people in order to fight again."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and glanced at Chen Youliang.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, and said, "Without Cheng Kun's restraint, I think it will be much more convenient for Elder Chen to do things. The whole job for ten days? Very good."

Chen Youliang is an ambitious person. Anyone who has ambition will see far. He will not fail to see that bullying is a self-destructive way of life. He saw it, but did not stop it. The reason is very simple—— Cheng Kun does not allow the beggars to grow up, he wants the beggars to be used by him forever.

Chen Youliang's [-]-day whole gang work is to eliminate all disadvantages that are not conducive to the development of the gang.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "You don't have to worry about it and do it boldly, the other things are free for me and my senior brother to deal with."

Chen Youliang cupped his hands in salute, and glanced at Song Qingshu who was smiling slightly from the corner of his eye.

The night was dark, and the goal of capturing the city had been finalized, so Zhou Zhiruo didn't stay in Chen Youliang's room for a long time.

Chen Youliang personally arranged a room for Zhou Zhiruo, and found a few clean and diligent girls to take care of Zhou Zhiruo's daily life.

After Zhou Zhiruo was settled, Chen Youliang took Song Qingshu to drink.

Chen Youliang's behavior in the past is hard to describe, Song Qingshu looked down on him quite a bit, but Zhiruo said, Chen Youliang has a way of leading troops to fight, if he wants to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty without relying on Mingjiao, Chen Youliang is the one who must be used.

Han people love to talk about things at the wine table for thousands of years. If Chen Youliang is going to talk about things while drinking, but he misses it because he doesn't like Chen Youliang, then the loss outweighs the gain. Besides, Zhiruo is a weak girl, He couldn't let Zhiruo come and drink with others.

Song Qingshu suppressed his impatience and sat at the wine table with Chen Youliang.

Chen Youliang was born in poverty, traveled all over the world since he was a child, and has seen a lot, so he can tell that Song Qingshu doesn't like him.

It doesn't matter if you don't like it, but the things he did before were quite assholes.

Chen Youliang was good at talking, but the people around him kept persuading him to drink. Song Qingshu drank one cup after another.

Song Qingshu didn't drink well, after a few glasses of wine, Qing Jun's face turned red.

Seeing this, Chen Youliang stopped persuading him to drink, and after saying a few more words, went forward to help Song Qingshu back to his room.

Song Qingshu was confused.

Say nothing?Just to have a few drinks with him?

Song Qingshu felt that Chen Youliang had a hole in his head just like what Zhiruo said.

Most of the people sent by Wudang, except for Zhang Sanfeng, were obsessed with cleanliness, and Song Qingshu was no exception, he dodged a little, walked staggeringly in front, and didn't let Chen Youliang touch him.

Chen Youliang chased after him, held his arm persistently, and said with a smile: "Song Shaoxia, please bear with me for a while."

"If Master Zhou sees Song Shaoxia drunk like this, maybe he will feel distressed."

Song Qingshu: "???"

He seemed to understand why Chen Youliang dragged him to drink.

Turning around the corridor, Song Qingshu saw a white dress standing under the shadow of flowers.

The bright moonlight and the warm candlelight shone on her body, she was not as beautiful as a mortal.

Song Qingshu's eyes softened, and Chen Youliang's voice continued in his ears: "If the head of Zhou is to blame, Song Shaoxia will give me some good words for me."

Zhou Zhiruo turned around, her beautiful eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Brother told me to wait."

Chen Youliang led the people back with a wink, leaving only Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo in the yard.

Zhou Zhiruo walked over and smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Song Qingshu's body, frowned, and stretched out her hand to him.

The night wind passed by, bringing Zhou Zhiruo's unique fragrance of flowers. Through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of Zhou Zhiruo's skin.

He suddenly wished that the distance from the yard to the room could be longer, and longer.

However, the way is clear after all, Zhou Zhiruo helped him to the room and poured him a glass of water.

The water in the celadon cup seemed to reflect Zhou Zhiruo's eyes like autumn water.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, so he drank the water in the glass in one gulp.

However, this was not enough, Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face was right in front of her eyes, with crooked smiling eyes and a slightly tender look.

Something rushed to the top of my head, out of control.

"Zhiruo...I, like you."

There was a chuckle beside his ear: "Brother, I know all about it."

The stars in the sky blinked, hiding under the moonlight.

Meteors flashed by, and I don't know whose eyes fluttered whose heartbeat.

End with a kiss.

Song Qingshu was a little nervous, and said: "I will go back to my father and master, and the three media and six hired you to get started."

Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed: "Senior brother, you are kind of cute."

Song Qingshu didn't know where to look, but said: "I...I will marry you."

Zhou Zhiruo laughed.

The next morning, when Song Qingshu woke up, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of the man in the air. Song Qingshu closed his eyes, remembering the absurdity of last night, and suddenly felt that Chen Youliang was not as annoying as he imagined.

Chen Youliang approached the elders of the Beggar Gang early in the morning to establish new rules and organize the affairs of the gang. With Zhou Zhiruo as his backer, he was no longer timid in doing things. People replaced the leader of the Shi Gang because they were afraid that if the leader of the Shi Gang died, the gang of beggars would have no leader.

When the elders of the beggar gang heard the news, they instantly exploded, arguing endlessly for the position of the new gang leader.

Chen Youliang cleared his throat, and said: "Since the establishment of the Beggar Gang, every gang leader has mastered the eighteen palms of the dragon and the dog-beating stick. Whoever gets the dog-beating stick and who knows the eighteen dragon palms is our beggar. Help leader."

An elder said indignantly: "The dog-beating stick has disappeared for many years, and there is no way to find it. The eighteen palms of subduing the dragon have only been handed down to the leader of the clan. Now the leader of the Shi clan is dead, and no one has learned every move. Where can I find the dog-beating stick? The person who can subdue the dragon's eighteen palms should be our leader?"

"Chen Youliang, don't you use this banner to let all the disciples find a dog-beating stick, and take the opportunity to monopolize the power, and want to be the leader of this gang? Let me tell you, boy, the person who can subdue the dragon is our leader. You don't take a pee and take a look at yourself to see if you are worthy, what qualifications do you have to ask the boss?"

Chen Youliang was originally the last disciple of the beggar gang. Because the fake Shi Huolong respected him, he soared above the elders. Now that the fake Shi Huolong has been uncovered, the elders no longer have the respectful attitude of the past treat him.

Coupled with the fact that the position of the leader of the beggar gang is really eye-catching, some people with ulterior motives have become more and more unscrupulous in speaking.

Chen Youliang smiled and said: "The person who can subdue the dragon with eighteen palms is our leader?"

The man said: "Exactly. No one knows how to subdue the dragon's eighteen palms. The choice of the leader of the gang is selected from among the many elders. Whether it is in terms of seniority or martial arts, it is not your turn."

"It's not his turn, so what about my senior brother?"

A woman's Qingyue's voice suddenly came from outside the door, and everyone followed the voice to see a white-clothed man slowly approaching. Beside her was an extremely handsome man in a green shirt.

The man was born so well, with a sense of beauty that is indistinguishable between male and female.

The woman was as beautiful as a fairy, and the man was as pure and innocent. Everyone lost their minds for a moment, and Chen Youliang knelt down first: "Welcome to the lord."

Everyone reacted one after another: "You are not a disciple of the beggar gang, who are you?"

"If you're not a disciple of the Beggar Gang, how can you be qualified to be the leader of the Beggar Gang?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said, "I am the fourth head of the Emei Sect, under the behest of the patriarch Guo Xiang, and entrusted by the hero Guo Jing, to assist the beggar gang, drive out the Tartars, and rebuild the dignity of the Han family."

Guo Jing died in the battle in Xiangyang, Huang Rong and his eldest son and daughter followed and died for the country. Only the youngest daughter Guo Xiang escaped alone and established the Emei School, with the restoration of the Han Dynasty as the school's first mission.

Now that the fourth head of Emei Sect is here to assist the Beggar Gang, it seems to be reasonable.

But the truth is the truth, who is willing to give up the position of the leader of the world's largest gang?

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, one said that Zhou Zhiruo was too young to take on the heavy responsibility, and the other said that Zhou Zhiruo was weak in martial arts, how could he be qualified to manage the beggar gang?

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, and glanced at Song Qingshu beside her.

Kanglong You regretted rushing to the roof, and the sound of the dragon's chant resounded through the clouds.

Everyone's faces were ashen, Chen Youliang touched his chin, and his eyes wandered over Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu.

It seems that the wine last night was not strong enough.