The villain is a fuzzy [Transmigration Book]

Xu Feng still went to work.

The last class in the morning is his class.There was an assessment just the day before wearing the book, and he approved the test paper that night.He handed out the test papers, and he was going to teach the students the papers in this class.

In reality, everything is seamlessly connected, as if nothing happened.

Xu Feng didn't know how this class came about.He seemed to split into two people.One is the original him, who still fulfills his duties and is able to pull out to give lectures to students, while the other is the real him, whose body can move, but his soul flies away, leaving only a shell.

Soon, the bell rang.Xu Feng bowed deeply: "get out of class is over."

"goodbye teacher--"

After closing the books and opening the tables and chairs, the students rushed out in a rush, rushing to the cafeteria to grab food.Students passed by him one by one, turned their necks to look at him, and a few girls slowed down and asked, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Probably his appearance is too abnormal, and his colleagues have asked him many times in the morning.Xu Feng could only remain silent, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, let's go eat."

He packed up the lesson plans slowly, and waited for the classroom to be empty before going out with the file bag.Not wanting to go to crowded places, Xu Feng walked down the stairs alone, crossed the playground, and left the school gate, intending to go to a remote alley.

There are several snack streets near the school.Originally, the students liked to go out to eat, but recently, because the Health Bureau and the school have cracked down on unlicensed small shops, the traffic has become quite deserted.

Xu Feng shuttled through the alleys covered with "Closed Business" signs, and occasionally heard a few yells, which he didn't feel familiar with, but only felt strange—in this world, he couldn't find a shadow of a book.His body is here, but his soul has fallen on Taiyang Mountain. The huge change made him at a loss and full of desolation.

He hadn't eaten, but he wasn't hungry at all.Xu Feng stopped and walked aimlessly, with his hands in his pockets, stroking the shrunken blue luan's tail feathers over and over again, not knowing where he should go, nor what he could do now.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind blowing from behind, and he subconsciously flashed, but he was still patted on the shoulder by that hand.

"you--!"

"This gentleman," the man quickly withdrew his hand, pulled out a red stick from behind as if conjuring, and handed it to him, "Although there is only one left, I still want to ask—do you want to eat spicy sticks? ?”

……

In the only rice noodle shop with a business license on this street, the two sat opposite each other.

A plastic table lays across the front, and bottles and cans are lined up to draw boundaries.The young man kept moving the chili bottle on the table next to him with one hand, and placed it in front of him, while rubbing his swollen cheek with the other hand, making a hissing sound.

"Xu Feng, you are too ruthless!" The young man bared his teeth and said, "I kindly asked you if you want to eat spicy strips, but you are welcome. Come up and greet me with your fist!"

"A spicy stick..." Xu Feng stared at him expressionlessly, "If it weren't for the murder and crime in this world, do you think you would still be alive and sitting opposite me?!"

The snail noodles that happened to be ordered arrived, and the proprietress approached with a tray, just in time to hear what they said, and glanced at Xu Feng with an indescribable expression.

Xu Feng: "..."

"Boom—" The bowl was placed on the table, Xu Feng looked at the back of the proprietress going away, and then at the steaming soup noodles in front of him, feeling incredible.

"Hey, it's too much to hit someone without slapping your face," a spicy stick didn't continue to stare at him, moved his fingers nimbly, picked up his chopsticks and buried his head in eating, and said vaguely while eating, "Xu Feng, I took the initiative to come to you , naturally came to help you."

"Don't hit me, let alone stop me from eating. Otherwise...you won't be able to go back."

With a "bang", Xu Feng stood up all of a sudden, almost overturning the table.

As expected, the proprietress kept paying attention to this side, and almost jumped up when she heard the movement, and shouted in the distance: "What are you doing! What are you going to do?!" Pick up the bowl and start to sip the soup.

Facing Xu Feng's knife-like eyes, he didn't seem to feel the slightest threat. After eating and drinking enough, he put down the bowl and said, "Look at me, look at me. I am standing still in the face of threats. Don’t you have the bearing of a great master?”

"...Are you sick?!" Xu Feng felt that he might have encountered a lunatic, and almost couldn't control himself, so he picked up a bench and smashed it.

"Wait a minute, don't be impulsive." Seeing a spicy bar pulled out a napkin, wiped the corners of his lips carefully, and smiled leisurely: "Although you haven't seen me, you have definitely heard my legend."

"...?" Xu Feng had a strange premonition in his heart.

"The Four Great Swords were forged by me, and my disciples and grandchildren were also born because of me." A spicy stick said, "Without me, there would be no Mu Wuqing, let alone Mu Lin."

"I am the ancestor of the Four Great Sword Masters—the walking legend!"

……

It took Xu Feng a lot of effort to believe and digest what this "walking legend" said.For a moment, he only felt that the world was so big and full of wonders.Just passing through a book is incredible enough, but the experience of this "a spicy stick" is a hundred times more mysterious than it.

He turned out to be just an ordinary person, and his occupation was an internet writer.

"I used to be a person who generated electricity for love." Thinking of his past, Yi Latiao sighed. "Before I became famous, I dug many pits. Among them, the virgin pit is the story of a sword idiot."

That pit was not formed at all, only the soil without seeds, and even the outline was not complete.A Latiao was very impetuous in the early stage of writing. When he had a new love, he forgot the old love, dug a hole and didn't fill it, and wrote other cool articles.Later, he became popular on the terminal literature network, and even put this pit behind him. Many readers left messages expressing their hope that he would fill in the pit, but he pretended not to see it.Until one day, when he woke up, he inexplicably transmigrated into a fairy world, bound to a pit-filling system.The system gave him the golden finger of invincibility - he is a genius for practicing swords, and he also has the talent for making swords.So, under the persecution of the system, he learned swordsmanship all over the world, and kept forging famous swords-a generation of sword masters was born, and soon became famous in the three worlds, and everyone knew it.

With Shuangwen's script in hand, he worked hard to fill in the holes and expand the plot, forcibly living a legend.Under the requirements of the system, he accepted five apprentices, passed on his exclusive swordsmanship and sword-making skills, and forged countless famous swords, distributed them to different disciples, and helped them establish their own sects.

After achieving fame, he suddenly disappeared.

It is said that someone came here with all his wealth, just to ask him to forge a sword.Someone kowtowed one step at a time on the fairy mountain where he gained enlightenment, and performed nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kneeling prostrations, just to ask him to point out the maze.

Such a great power suddenly disappeared.Some people said that he attained the Dao and ascended to heaven, while others said that he hid himself from the world and died forever.There are different opinions, and there are all kinds of guesses.But no one knew that he just completed the task, put it back on, and continued to be an ordinary person!

"Grass." The corners of Xu Feng's lips twitched, and he said, "So after you came back, you started to write novels...write "The Immortal Master of Promise" to reminisce about your past glory days?!"

"No." A spicy stick raised a finger, shook it, and said sternly, "I was originally a novelist, and I was pulled into that world for no reason to complete the task. story……"

"So there is a cool article - "The Promise Immortal Master"."

Seeing that the veins on Xu Feng's forehead were pulsating, he clenched his fists, as if he was about to hit him at any time, a spicy stick hurriedly said: "Hey, I really didn't do it on purpose, making up stories is my hobby, and it's my profession. If you know what I write, something will really happen in that world!"

As his chest heaved violently, Xu Feng took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "...Then can you change the original? Rewrite an ending?"

"I think so too, but unfortunately I can't." A spicy note said, "After the 'Final Chapter' tag is tagged, the world will start to work. Only accidents can disrupt the development of the original plot."

"You were the accident."

In the humble shop, electric fans whirred overhead, not far away was boiling water, and pot lids were flapping.The place here is not big, and the sound cannot be blocked. The proprietress frequently looked at their table, as if she was looking at two mentally retarded people.

It was so out of place, but the two of them didn't realize it.

"Let me ask you..." Xu Feng stared at a spicy stick, and said slowly, "You have already returned, how did you know about my existence?"

"Dream." A spicy stick said, "After "The Immortal Master of Promise" ended, I would dream about the latest plot every night. Although I was confused and not very clear, my intuition told me that these are all the stories that are happening in another world. What happened, the real thing."

"so?"

"I'm thinking, if one day, you have to go back to reality like me. Maybe I can find you and give you another choice."

Xu Feng felt that the blood in his body was rushing to his heart. He held back the feeling of being about to explode, and said, "What choice?"

A spicy stick said in a deep voice: "Only if you make up your mind to get rid of the fate, abandon everything, and completely cut off your connection with this world...you will have the chance to go back."

Xu Feng paused and said, "...there is a chance?"

"Yes, there is no [-]% guarantee. You have to prepare for the worst, maybe you will disappear halfway, and you will not return to the place you are thinking of until you die."

Xu Feng's eyes lit up little by little.He finally showed his first smile after coming back:

"so what."

A Latiao also laughed: "If you delay it for a day, the world will pass by a year. Now that it's decided, let's do it as soon as possible. Some people can't wait."

How long does it take to say goodbye to a world?

Xu Feng spent three days.

On the first day, he saw a spicy stick and learned his identity and how to go back.In the afternoon, he asked for leave, went back to the rental house, cleaned up the house and left the house, and handed over some usable things to a spicy stick, asking him to help donate them.At night, he stayed up all night, wrote notes one by one, and put them in a crystal bottle.

The next day, he got up early, took the crystal bottle and the book, and went to school for the last class.He left the book on the podium for the students to choose.He went to each person's desk by himself and gave each of them a candy and a note.

In the afternoon, he submitted his resignation letter and asked other teachers to take over temporarily.He went out and drank a glass of wine with Yi Latiao, the two of them got drunk and chatted all night without knowing what they meant.

On the third day, Xu Feng donated all his property.If you can handle it on the same day, you can handle it on the same day, if you can't, please ask for a spicy strip.He retired from the house with nothing, and was taken to a place by a spicy stick.

The stars and the moon are shining, and the thin clouds are like water.They stood under a maple tree and raised their heads—the maple tree was crimson under the moonlight, soaring into the clouds and pavilions like a canopy. They didn't know how many years they had been waiting here.The wind blew, and the branches and leaves rustled. Xu Feng looked at it fixedly and sighed: "I never knew that there was a maple tree here."

"I also looked for it temporarily. It's on the mountain in the outer suburbs." A spicy stick said, "The maple tree has a spirit, and it's your name. With the tail feathers of Qingluan, you can make a wish to the maple tree."

"What kind of spell is this?"

"No," a spicy stick smiled mysteriously, "It's just that last night, I added a new setting to the episode of Maiden Pit."

"...Thank you." Xu Feng said to Yi Chi Tiao, "I hope that in the future books you write, everyone will have a happy ending."

He took out the blue tail feather from his pocket, held it in his palm, and observed it carefully for a while.Then, standing under the tree, facing the trunk, raised the feather——

A burst of blue light overflowed from the feathers, getting brighter and more intense, Xu Feng's whole body was shrouded in the light, and his heart was peaceful.

He said to himself: [I want to see Mu Lin, this time, we will never be separated again. 】

As if being sucked into the tree, his figure gradually blurred.Xu Feng's head was heavy and he passed out.

I do not know how long it has been.When he woke up again, there was a lot of noise around him.He heard something bumping and screaming.There was a chilly wind passing over his body, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and found that countless spirits and ghosts were panicking and fleeing in all directions.

"Ahhh, he's coming - run!!!"

"I don't want to die yet, I haven't cultivated to become a master yet!"

A drop of morning dew fell from the maple leaves and hit the soil, emitting a faint light.

Xu Feng also fell, and landed on the ground, so light that he couldn't step on it, and couldn't feel the slightest weight of his body.

what happened? !

Xu Feng was stunned for a moment, he stretched out his almost transparent hand, and suddenly realized something was wrong - he didn't return to the body of the fox, but turned into a wisp of ghost!