How can I break [System] if I don’t want to be the male lead?

"Let's pick up the last 'Ancient Nine Clans Sudden Chaos', this time it's called 'The High Priest's Power to Retreat Spiritual Water'!"

"A hundred years ago, the Lord of our Cangtu City was not the current Lord Lin, but another City Lord Tan. He climbed the tower in front of the wind, and looked forward—hey, he was so scared that he almost fell down!"

"I saw the billowing silver-white waves spreading boundlessly, rushing towards us! As long as it is a living thing, it will die if it touches it. Let alone Cangtu City, the entire Zhongzhou will not be spared!"

A young man was sitting in a corner, listening to storytelling, while eating medicinal fruits with relish.He put on the hood on the white cloak to hide his face, but he didn't know that there was something there, and the hood bulged up two small sharp corners from time to time.

Fortunately, no one noticed him, otherwise someone would have wanted to lift the hood and be curious to see what was growing on his head.

When the storyteller on the stage was talking about the tense atmosphere, a young man in dark purple clothes hurried into the hall, looked around, walked up to the young man, grabbed his thin waist, and lifted him from the seat. Hug up, "Smelly dog, I finally found you!"

The young man turned around and saw the person coming, grabbed the four corners of the table and refused to let go, and said aggrievedly: "Don't go, we're talking about Xiao Qin."

"...Although the high priest is young, his spiritual power is extremely powerful. Seeing all the cultivators in the world go through such a miserable situation, he couldn't bear it. He insisted on dying from serious injuries, and called back the Absolute Spirit Water Wave..."

"What a tragedy! The water wave poured into the space of their ancient race, destroying and melting all living things in an instant, and no one survived!"

"Aren't you stupid? You can still listen to such a fake story?" The young man glared at the storyteller, disgusted to the point that he couldn't bear it. Seeing that the young man refused to move, he immediately became angry, touched the young man's head, and grabbed the young man. With two pointed horns, he said sharply: "Let's go?"

"I'll go, I'll go, take it easy..." The boy stretched out his hand to block it, pleading repeatedly.

Everyone in the hall was already dissatisfied with the quarrel between the two of them, and when they heard the young man's words, they were even more furious, and immediately threw the things in their hands over.

"Hey, if you don't want to hear it, get out!"

"That's right, if it's so loud, why don't people listen to it?"

"If you say that what we heard is false, do you know the truth?"

The young man raised his sword eyebrows, his black eyes suddenly showed sharp sharpness, and the spiritual power in his palm surged, shaking the smashed filth into powder with a 'bang', which startled those people.

"Shut up all of you, Master Sparrow, of course I know..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy jumped up and covered his mouth, and dragged him out, "Let's go!"

Only then did the young man stop, and he stretched out his hand and patted the young man's head heavily, "Next time you run around again, I really don't care about you!"

"Woo..." The young man covered his head, not daring to say anything, silently followed behind the young man, and rushed towards the misty mountain outside the city.

There was the sound of gurgling water in the dense woods. The young man passed the young man and ran straight to the river, took off his hood, looked at the clear water like a mirror, puffed his cheeks, and sobbed.

"My ears are red, and you tore them apart, you bad bird, hoot, I want to tell Ziyun..."

He stretched out his pale and slender hand, and gently touched the two fluffy white animal ears on his head. At this time, a few pieces of light powder had already floated on the animal ears, which was where the young man had grabbed him earlier.

Those big black eyes were misty, so pitiful, the young man was about to scold him, but for some reason, it seemed that some memory was brought back, and a touch of sadness appeared in the sharp black eyes.

"A dog is still chattering, come here!"

While disgusted, the young man hugged the young man onto his lap, supported the two animal ears, and blew softly.

The scorching breath traveled over the animal's ears, itching and uncomfortable.The young man moaned a few times, shrank into the young man's arms, couldn't help rubbing his small head against his chest, but the tears were still hanging on his crimson cheeks, drooping like dewdrops.

Soon the fans disappeared a bit, the young man relieved, but lowered his head and saw that his placket was full of tears and snot, his eyes were stunned, and he was going to slap people, but the teenager had fallen asleep in his arms. .

"It's disgusting." Cursing secretly, the young man supported the boy's back and narrow buttocks, making him sleep peacefully in his arms, then slowly got up and flew towards the distant mountain peak.

***

Xianyu Zong's sect has already been busy, cleaning up and decorating everywhere.Because the posts from the ancient people had been delivered long ago, two guests will arrive in Zhongzhou in the near future to pay a visit.

Needless to say, everyone knew who the two guests were.

"Hey, junior brother, the picture scroll is a little further to the left."

"Is there any Bingdilian left? There are still two pots left here."

……

Master Dan Hao stood in front of the table, counting the table full of elixirs with a tired but energetic expression. Thinking that the apprentice he hadn't seen for many years was about to return, tears welled up in his old eyes.

It's been too long, since the flood happened a hundred years ago, everything in the world has been dead, and all sources of news have been cut off.

Fortunately, Xian Yuzong's disciples were stationed outside the Jiyun Pavilion, and soon discovered the strange flood. They immediately brought the Lin family from Cangtu City to the mountain, and attracted many low-cultivation Weak practitioners come here for refuge.

Everyone relied on the elixir of Danmai to persist for more than ten days, and finally saw the flood recede, leaving a dry black soil.After another Jiazi's years, the spiritual power was gathered again, and everything was slowly revived.

This is how people live, and the news between Zhongzhou and Beijiang can also be communicated.

After waiting for more than 40 years, the ancient people finally came to pay their respects. Those two people——are coming back!

"Master, is Master there?" Fang Dabing knocked on the door outside, interrupting Master Dan Hao's thoughts.

"come in."

Fang Dabing's cheeks have become thinner, and her pockmarks have disappeared a lot. Now she is the disciple of Danmai Dharma Protector, and her graceful demeanor is no longer the same.

He respectfully presented the gift list to Master Dan Hao for review, but his eyes glanced at the pills on the table.

Master Dan Hao hasn't had a day off since the greeting post came. He has practiced so many pills, and he presumably wants to give them to Senior Brother Lin.

He secretly sighed, but found something strange——

Many of the elixirs on the table are miscellaneous elixirs, all of which are used to soothe muscles, lubricate and expand...

A sense of narrowness emerged from the bottom of his eyes, and Fang Dabing couldn't help laughing when he thought of the two accompanying figures in his memory.

***

The breeze blows, and the flower branches sway gently.

Under the purple flower tree, the young man and the boy sat around the small river, scooping up the fine wine in the bucket with a jade spoon.

Although the boy looks immature, his cultivation is powerful and majestic, which makes people dare not underestimate him.He stretched out his hand to take the jade bowl handed over by the young man, and drank it impatiently.

The young man's face was male and female, and he smiled very brightly: "Li Ye, drink slowly."

"Ha, it's so exciting!" The boy put down the jade bowl, patted his calf happily and hummed, the orchid mark on his forehead also became bright.

"When brewing, we added the juice of thunder fog vine. Now drink it, not to mention the sweetness of the juice, and the slightest current flows between the lips, tongue and mouth. The taste is really wonderful! Ziyun, drink it quickly, absolutely satisfy you!"

The boy snorted, and while scooping up the wine, he gritted his white teeth and said angrily, "This wine must be hidden away, lest those two boys come back and steal it all!"

Bai Jiu took the bowl full of wine from the boy with his palm. The young man took a sip, looked at the vast and distant sky, narrowed his eyes, and smiled softly: "Very good, very good."

After a while, a voice came from outside the garden. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "Ziyun Ziyun, we are back!"

"It's Xingque and Xiaoshuang."

Ziyun nodded to Patriarch Li Ye, and waved to the two figures who were rushing, "There is a new wine, come quickly."

"it is good!"

***

"Oh, Senior Brother Qiu won again, it's amazing!"

"Senior Brother Qiu has reached the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul Realm, not counting those two, he is number one among the disciples of our generation!"

On the practice field of Jianmai, bursts of laughter erupted, mixed with overwhelming applause, flocking to the handsome young people standing in the field.

On the other side, under the shade of a tree, Hengshan Jun was holding his sword, his eyes filled with joy and sadness.

The happy thing is that his beloved is able to improve his cultivation level day by day, but the sad thing is...

Jun Hengshan touched the blade of the sword, sighed faintly, very melancholy.

Qiu Yiming took the sword away, saluted all around, and walked down the training ground with a smile, but when he saw the unbearable pain on the young man's face under the tree, his voice changed, "Brother Jun?"

When Heng Shanjun saw him coming, he immediately put away his unhappiness, "Brother Ming."

Qiu Yiming's cheeks were flushed with enthusiasm, and she was a little bright with thin sweat, but her eyes dimmed.

"Brother Jun, I won't practice swords with other people next time, and I will stay with you."

He was full of apologies, although he didn't say it out loud, but Hengshan Jun knew what he was thinking, reached out to wipe the sweat off his face, and said with a smile: "No need to do this, I like to watch you practice sword."

Qiu Yiming's eyes softened, and regardless of the presence of other senior brothers, he hugged Heng Shanjun's strong waist, "Junior brother Lin and junior brother Qin are coming back soon, let's go ask them if they are okay? There should be a way, your talent You can come back!"

Hengshan Jun took a deep breath, patted Qiu Yiming's back lightly, and there was a hint of infatuation in his voice, "As long as it's for you, I don't mind, and I'm very happy to be with you every night..."

Qiu Yiming was a little ashamed, and buried her face in his solid chest, "Brother Jun..."

The light from the sky fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and fell on the two people, forming a large mottled shadow.

***

Finally, this day came, and Ren Qingyi led the elders and disciples of the sect to gather in the square of Neizong and wait quietly.

The members of the Lin family were also here, and the headed middle-aged man wiped his tears secretly with red eyes.

When two figures appeared in the distance, some disciples cheered: "Here they come!"

Then the overwhelming shouts sounded at the same time:

"Disciple!"

"Senior Brother Lin!"

"Xiao Lin!"

"Junior Brother Qin!"

"Yu'er!"

"Little Qin!"

But before the two figures landed, a shocking sword intent turned into substance and pointed directly at their faces.

"Ah?!" Xian Yuzong's disciples screamed in fright when they felt the strong wind coming from the pavement.

"Wait—" Ren Qingyi's expression changed immediately, and he raised his hand to stop it.

However, under the black robe stretched out a palm full of scars, and the ocher red fingertips were a little bit in the air, and they resisted the sword intent.

In the next moment, the sword intent couldn't bear the vast coercion, it shattered inch by inch, turned into smoke and dissipated in the air.

A jade-like voice resounded through the sky: "Elder Jianhang, are you safe?"

The old figure stood in the air, looking at the two people in front of him, his voice remained as cold as before.

"Lin Yanyu, do you still owe the old man an answer, let Qin Zui go crazy into my sword?"

The author has something to say: (Storytelling) I hope you don’t mind if it appears in the comprehension text, it’s just for fun, you can make up the rest, it’s all beautiful HE~