[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao watched as the room Jiang Hehe was in gradually faded, and finally turned into an empty white.He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that he was sitting on a small saddle, surrounded by a huge stone hearth, and the flame in the chamber was burning blazingly at his feet.

Zhou Mao stood up from the saddle. For some reason, he felt that this standing was a bit laborious.He raised his head and carefully looked at the environment he was in.

Brick walls, wooden pitched roofs.The wall where the stove was located had a large black mark from the charcoal fire.Next to the stove, there are simple kitchen knives and chopping boards, and several large water tanks are placed in the corner, with melons, fruits and vegetables piled up in a mess beside them.Several strips of bacon hung down from the beams, hanging in mid-air.

This scene is a bit like the kitchen scene of the costume drama I have seen.Zhou Mao thought, I don't know what kind of world this is.

Just as he was thinking, the door creaked open.A thin young man in a green coat and cap walked in.He was dressed like a shop waiter, with a fair complexion and some freckles on his cheeks.

"Fatty Zhang," he yelled at Zhou Mao as soon as he entered the door, "The guests are urging them to order their fried pork with wild rice stems, don't be dazed, hurry up."

Zhou Mao replied in a daze.Although he felt that he should be a cook in an inn, he still couldn't figure out the specific situation.When there was neither Zhou Mo's narration nor a system for explaining the plot in his head, Zhou Mao had no idea what to do, so he could only follow the man's request, dig out wild rice stems from the pile of vegetables, and cut a piece of pork.

The waiter at the pockmarked face shop urged the order, but was not in a hurry to go back to the lobby.He silently watched Zhou Mao's movements.When Zhou Mao was looking for oil from a pile of bottles and cans, he stepped forward and gently patted Zhou Mao on the shoulder.

"I'm here with you, don't be nervous," he whispered, "I'll try to protect you until they come."

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Mao guessed Xiaoer's identity in an instant, and he was overjoyed: "Jiang h..." Before he could say the words, his mouth was covered by Xiaoer in an instant.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of the surveillance of the third consciousness." Jiang He's voice was so small that he could hardly hear it.

Seeing Zhou Mao nodded obediently, Jiang He let go.

Zhou Mao took another careful look at Jiang He. "Aren't you only able to become an animal? How can you become a human in this world?" He asked in a low voice.

Jiang He smiled.He leaned closer to Zhou Mao, quietly retracted one hand into the loose sleeve, and when the hand came out again, it turned into a fluffy white paw.

"In this world, there is a setting that animals can become spirits, which is quite useful." Jiang He said.

Zhou Mao touched Jiang He's soft meat pad with a hint of surprise: "What kind of animal are you?"

"Fox." Jiang He said, he felt a little embarrassed by Zhou Mao's touch, and retracted his hand into his sleeve. "Let's not talk about this, they should have come to save you, but I don't know what role they are dressed in."

Jiang He changed his serious expression and said in a low voice, "Our enemy is also in this world. Similarly, I don't know which character he is."

"Since this inn exists, it should be more or less related to the main plot. Let's wait and see what happens, don't take the initiative, and stay here honestly."

Zhou Mao nodded: "I see."

Jiang He patted him on the back, then cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Hurry up, the guests are still waiting."

"I know I know." Zhou Mao responded.He lifted the chopping board and poured the cut vegetables into the pot, then waved the spatula, sweating profusely after a while.

"Strange," he whispered, "Why does this body get tired so easily? Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Hai, who was about to return to the lobby, couldn't help laughing a few times when he heard Zhou Mao's words.He returned to the kitchen and pulled Zhou Mao, who was cooking, to the water tank.

"You take a good look at your image in this world." He said.

Zhou Mao looked at the water surface in the tank.A fat man with puffy cheeks and a kind face was looking at himself from the tank.His skin was fair and clear, and his forehead was still dripping with sweat because of the heat from the cooking.

Zhou Mao: "..." This image is quite suitable for a cook.

Jiang He looked at Zhou Mao's speechless look at the water tank, and couldn't help laughing again.

"I don't know what my brother thinks when he sees you like this." He said with a smile, pinching Zhou Mao's fat face. "I think it's cute."

Thinking of Jiang Hai, Zhou Mao became even more depressed.Jiang He looked at Zhou Mao's expression, but smiled even more happily.

"I didn't expect you to care about your image." He said, patting Zhou Mao on the back. "Don't worry, maybe my brother's appearance is not as good as yours."

He pointed to the stove: "Go and turn it over, or the dishes will be mushy." Then he smiled, "Don't pay too much attention to it, it's better this way, the enemy won't think that your character is a time traveler .”

With his head down, Zhou Mao went back to the stove silently with a dejected look, and watched Jiang He's back leave the kitchen while stirring the dishes.

Forget it, Zhou Mao comforted himself, anyway, this should not be a Tanmei novel, the little girl will not like to watch fat people suffer, and I will not fall in love.

Besides, what happened to Fatty, Fatty is fine.Fat people are so cute, I like fat people, maybe after a few days of exercise, I can become a muscular man.Then he turned over and pressed Jiang Hai under him...

...is this feasible?Thinking about it, Zhou Mao smiled wryly, poured the fried vegetables into the plate, and called Jiang He to come in and serve the dishes.

The inn where Zhou Mao and Jiang He were staying was a small shop in the countryside. Besides the two of them, there were only the proprietress, two handymen and another helper in the shop.Most of the guests who come and go are farmers from the countryside, who come here to order some small dishes and drink a few sips of wine in their free time; there are also reclusive literati, two or three people meet together to drink and converse in the shop.Except for the occasional traveler, the store is full of regular customers.

A few months passed, although Zhou Mao always stayed in the back kitchen, he became very familiar with the guests.

Although it has been so long since he came through, there is still no news about Jiang Hai, Zhou Mao is very anxious, but his little life in this world is going well.Because he was good at cooking, the guests all agreed, and the proprietress gave him a salary increase in the second month.During the three-day regular holiday every month, he and Jiang He would ride in a fellow villager's carriage to listen to operas and go shopping in nearby towns.

Jiang He was not as impatient as Zhou Mao.He has been alone in his own world for three years, and this world is undoubtedly like heaven to him.Coupled with the fact that Zhou Mao is always by his side, he is also happy to enjoy this leisure, and at the same time quietly observe the progress of the plot in this world.

Just when the two gradually came up with the idea of ​​"whether this inn has nothing to do with the main plot", the peaceful life suddenly had a turmoil.

It is said that an immortal came out of Wanjian Mountain and was traveling in all directions. He took a rest in the town a few days ago, and seems to pass by this inn these days.

The residents in the village seemed very excited. The inn was full every day these days, so Zhou Mao and Jiang He were naturally too busy.

On the day the immortal came, the inn was surrounded inside and out.When Zhou Mao was sweating profusely in the kitchen making snacks for the guests, Jiang He secretly dragged him into the lobby. "Days are going so smoothly, it's rare to have a big event." Jiang He said quietly, "Don't miss it."

The fairy sits at a table surrounded by people.He was dressed in white, with a tall and handsome figure, a jade-like face, handsome eyebrows, and slightly closed eyes, exuding a cold and inviolable aura all over his body.

The onlookers seemed very eager to join in, but they were a little afraid of the aura of the immortal, and only dared to go out two meters away to whisper.I don't know who it is, but he cupped his hands and asked bravely: "The immortal must come here to find a disciple. I don't know what kind of person the immortal wants to find?"

The fairy opened his eyes.His eyes are clear, but there is a little warmth in his eyes, which is different from the cold aura around him.

"I don't ask much, just the cross." The fairy opened his mouth to speak, his voice was as clear as spring water, but also very sonorous and powerful.

"If you don't go with the wind, the swallow's halberd will be sharp."

Hearing the immortal's request, the people around were stunned for a moment, and then started discussing.

"Are these two lines of poetry? Literally, the immortal is looking for someone who is strong-willed and able to wield weapons?"

"Qiuxian asked to naturally have a firm will, and it is even more unreliable to be able to use weapons. You must be wrong."

"Looking at these two poems, I feel that the immortal is looking for a fire root disciple."

"There are quite a few people with fire roots, so it shouldn't be that simple."

"I have a different opinion." An elderly man sitting in the corner interrupted everyone's discussion.He is a frequent customer in the store. It is said that he was an official in the city and only returned to his hometown in recent years to live in seclusion. He can be regarded as a person with the right to speak.

"Immortal, these two lines of your poems are dismantled from other poems." The old man cupped his hands and said, "The first line, the original word is 'the strong grass does not die with the wind', and the second line The sentence comes from 'Snake Spear, Swallow Halberd, Chi Feng'."

"You removed the words 'Strong Grass' and 'Snake Spear'. One is a plant and the other is a weapon. Does this mean that the immortal wants to find a cultivator who has both wood and gold spiritual roots?"

Everyone let out a burst of exclamation: "It makes sense, it makes sense, you are worthy of being a scholar."

The immortal just smiled and did not answer.

Zhou Mao frowned.He looked at the immortal through the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and raised his volume slightly.

"Immortal, I want to ask you something." He said.

Jiang He turned his head and looked at Zhou Mao with some doubts.But the people around burst into laughter.

"I didn't expect Chef Zhang to also want to cultivate immortality. It's not bad." Someone smiled and made a way so that Zhou Mao could face the immortal face to face. "Let's take a look at the fairy too, maybe there is really a fate."

The immortal looked at Zhou Mao, just nodded and smiled politely, and didn't say much.

Zhou Mao cupped his hands: "Immortal, can I ask if the person you are looking for has the surname..." Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately changed his words: "...Is it the same clan as Gongjin?"

Immortal raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.He coughed lightly, then shook his head. "No and no." He looked at Zhou Mao, "Looking for a disciple, relying on chance, finding the best one, it doesn't matter if you can't find it. Why go after a special clan."

"But I think you have some aura," he looked into Zhou Mao's eyes, an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Can you find a secluded place where we can talk?"

The author has something to say:

I'm back!I forgot whether it was the seventh day or every seven days before I broke up, I am too lazy to think about it, just choose the eighth day (you)

I know that there is a little angel who will take the exam in November, and I sincerely hope that I will do well in the exam!After all, when I was in school, as long as I passed the exam, it meant that I could spend another month without looking at my parents' faces... (and then I was taught to be a man in the next exam)

This time it's a messy story about cultivating immortals.No fancy settings.

And the new world is only Chapter 1, I started to write word puzzles again, it is really hopeless... Everyone just take a look...