[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

After that life returned to normal.After Song Xiaofei and his new apprentice left, there was no news, only the regulars in the lobby sometimes mentioned that the two of them were practicing in retreat at Wanjian Mountain.

Zhou Mao's life remains the same: he wakes up in sweat, eats in sweat, and cooks in sweat.Ever since he became a fat man, as long as he moves a little more, he will immediately sweat all over his body.

I sweat a lot, but I'm used to it.Now he puts a cotton cloth around his neck every day, and wipes it vigorously when he sweats, and his image is more and more like a cook.

Jiang He looked at it and started to worry.Although he knew that Zhou Mao and his younger brother liked each other deeply.In this world, although Zhou Mao is fat, his appearance is kind and his facial features are correct; but Jiang Hai has always liked Zhou Mao's appearance in reality since he was a child. In this way, what inappropriate behavior is done.

If Jiang Haifei ran away with his legs and made Zhou Mao sad, wouldn't the sister-in-law who got it be about to fly away?

If it doesn't work, Zhou Mao recognized Jiang Hailai first, and poked him blind.Jiang He thought irritably while wiping the table.

The summer is over in a blink of an eye, the weather turns cold, and finally Zhou Mao doesn't have to sweat so much.But there was another thing that worried him.People seem to be particularly prone to gain weight in autumn.He obviously ate as much as before, but he felt that his waistline had grown a lot, and his pants, which fit him well before, had also become tighter.

Jiang He seemed to be more worried than him.He began to limit the number of steamed buns in Zhou Mao's bowl every day, and forced him to work as a waiter.However, it was of no use.

That night, Jiang He was supposed to do the work of cleaning up the lobby and turning off the lights before closing, but he handed it over to Zhou Mao.Fearing that Zhou Mao would think he was being bullied, Jiang He offered to hand over half a month's salary to him.

After Zhou Mao cleaned the house carefully, he went to close the door of the inn.Before closing the door, he glanced out.There are no lights in the countryside at night, and today is cloudy again, and the moon cannot be seen.

Zhou Mao poked his head out, but he couldn't see his fingers outside the door, only the chirping of crickets, which seemed a little desolate.The wind blows the leaves and makes a small sound, as if someone is moving in the dark.

The cool autumn wind made Zhou Mao shiver. He retracted his head, and when he was about to close the door quickly and return to the room, he suddenly felt a cold and dry touch on the back of his hand. At the same time, the faint sound of breathing came to his ears. .

Zhou Mao was startled, and couldn't help shaking again.He hurriedly wanted to close the door, but the touch was faster than his reaction.While his wrists were tightly entangled, a huge pulling force pulled Zhou Mao's heavy body out of the door.

Zhou Mao wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but the power suddenly disappeared.He stood in the open space in front of the inn, and there was a dark shadow in front of him.

"Sorry," Soi Ying spoke, his voice was clear and clear, "I think this store will be closing soon, and I feel a little anxious..."

Through the lights coming from the lobby, Zhou Mao could tell that this was a tall man.He was dressed in black, and his face seemed to be covered with mud from his journey, no wonder he could only see a black shadow at first glance.

I don't know what the National People's Congress is doing in this wilderness at night, it's better to be careful.Thinking about it, Zhou Mao secretly moved two steps into the room.

Seeing Zhou Mao's vigilant expression, the man couldn't help but smiled wryly, and bowed his hands in salute.

"I'm an idle swordsman, and I'm not a suspicious person." He said, "I wanted to be a teacher at Wanjian Mountain. I rushed here, but I was a little tired and thirsty. I saw an inn and walked over, but Naihe didn't Silver taels." He untied the sword from his waist and put it on the ground. "I don't have any intention of harming others, I just want to ask for a glass of water."

Zhou Mao saw that although this person was busy and embarrassed, but his speech and behavior were natural and generous, exuding a refreshing temperament, so he couldn't help feeling a little better.He opened the door a little and invited the man in.

The man was afraid of bringing the dirt on his body into the house, so he refused at first, but was finally pulled in by Zhou Mao.Zhou Mao didn't dare entertain him blatantly in the lobby, so he took him to the back kitchen.

Zhou Mao fetched some water first, and asked the man to wash his hands.After pouring him a bowl of water, Zhou Mao asked him if he had eaten.The man shook his head and said, "I don't feel hungry. Don't bother Your Excellency."

Zhou Mao thought for a while, then opened the cabinet, heated up the steamed buns that Jiang He took from his plate during dinner, and fried another vegetarian dish.The man was polite again.But after the dishes were fried, he stared at the dishes and frowned, showing a thoughtful expression, and immediately thanked Zhou Mao, and quickly started to eat.

Zhou Mao moved a bench and sat beside the man, watching him eat.He remembered the man once said that he wanted to go to Wanjian Mountain to learn from a teacher, and Song Xiaofei's pretending to be a fairy appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help asking: "You plan to go to Wanjian Mountain, do you also want to become a monk? "

The man nods. "It would be great if the immortal could take me in," he said.

"But if you want to cultivate immortals, you also need a certain amount of talent." Zhou Mao said, "If the apprenticeship fails, what are you going to do?"

"No." The man was very determined. "If he doesn't want me, I will stay on the mountain."

Zhou Mao blinked.He couldn't help but imagine Song Xiaofei's stunned expression, and couldn't help laughing. "Not bad, I like your persistent attitude." He patted his clothes and stood up, "Wanjian Mountain is not far away. Immortals are also cultivating in the mountain and leading disciples, so they won't leave suddenly."

"You don't have to worry," he looked at the man and said with a smile, "you might as well rest here for the night and go on your way tomorrow morning."

The man's chewing action paused. "I don't have any money." He lowered his head and said embarrassingly.

"I know," Zhou Mao said, "I don't have the key, so I can't open a guest room for you. You just make do in the lobby for one night, and I'll get you a basin of water to wipe yourself later."

A gleam flashed in the man's eyes.He put down his food, looked up at Zhou Mao, and moved his lips slightly.

"You really... trust me that much?" he asked.

For some reason, Zhou Mao felt that these words were familiar, but he didn't think about them.He stroked his hair, and joked, "I think you have an extraordinary temperament and conversation, and you will surely be able to flourish in the future." He blinked, "I will give you some benefits now, and when you develop, don't forget about me."

A smile appeared on the man's dusty face. "Thank you, Your Excellency." He clasped his fists together, gave a salute, then picked up the plate and continued to eat.

Zhou Mao turned around and was going to find a basin in the yard to hold some water, but he heard a call coming from the stairs.

"Fatty Zhang! Are you cooking in the middle of the night again?! Do you want to get fat?! Do you still want to find a partner?!"

Following the sound, Jiang He ran down the stairs and went straight to the kitchen.He sniffed and smelled the smell of oil in the air, so he crossed his hips and glared at Zhou Mao.

"It's not me!" Zhou Mao hastily argued, pointing to the man sitting aside who was still eating meticulously, "Someone who was going to Wanjian Mountain to apprentice passed by to ask for water. I saw that he didn't eat, so I simply fried him Give him food."

"Wan Jianshan?" Jiang He frowned and looked at Zhou Mao, then turned to stare at the man.The man slowly picked up the last radish stick on the plate and put it in his mouth, then put the plate on the palm of his hand, resting his chopsticks on the edge of the plate, and looked at Jiang He calmly.

"Excuse me," he said.

Jiang He moved a chair, sat opposite the man, raised his legs, and looked at him with a scrutinizing expression.

"Which teacher do you go to worship at Wanjian Mountain?" Jiang He asked.

"Immortal Helan Jue." The man replied.

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Jiang He's eyes.Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing.

"He Lanjue, don't you know?" He leaned close to Jiang He's ear and whispered, "He Lanjue is Song... your favorite fairy on Wanjian Mountain."

Jiang He's ears turned red instantly. "How do you know his name is He Lanjue?" He asked in a low voice. "He's pretty particular about it, and he's given himself a double surname."

"When I was chatting with the proprietress before, the proprietress said it." Zhou Mao said, "She knew the immortal before."

The man saw the two whispering, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Is the Immortal Helan...do you have any questions?" he said.

Jiang He immediately returned to the interrogation posture, turned his head to think for a while, and cleared his throat again.

"Fatty Zhang, get this guest some water to wipe his face." Jiang He said.

Zhou Mao didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Jianghe's gourd, but he also wanted to fetch water, so he did it by the way.He also boiled some hot water, put it in a basin, and served it to the man.

The man picked up the water without saying a word, and washed his face carefully.Jiang He's expression suddenly became serious.

Zhou Mao followed Jiang He's gaze, just in time to see the man wipe off the water droplets on his face with a cloth, and raised his head.

Before he was covered by mud and dust, Zhou Mao didn't notice his appearance.Looking at it now, it turned out to be an extremely handsome young man.His face is sharp and angular, but it doesn't look stiff.Under the temples and flying eyebrows, a pair of phoenix eyes are cold and proud.

Jiang He looked at the man with vigilant eyes.Coughed twice more. "Song of Wanjian Mountain... Immortal Helan," he rubbed his chin, "he just accepted an apprentice recently, and he will definitely not accept another one. Don't make this trip in vain, stay here for one night Just go home quickly."

Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing.He knew Jiang He was because this man was so good-looking, and he felt a little sense of crisis in his heart. "Don't persuade them to go back," he said in a low voice, "The immortal has survived for so many years, how could he just fall in love with others?"

A blush immediately rushed from his ears to Jiang He's cheeks, he glared at Zhou Mao, and stood up. "That's all, since you're going, go." He said, giving himself a lazy waist. "I'm going to bed." He pointed at Zhou Mao, "Go to bed early too, don't eat supper."

Zhou Mao agreed casually, and got up to find a quilt for the man, but heard the man read a few words softly.When he turned to look in the direction of the man, the man happened to be looking at him.

Meeting Zhou Mao's gaze, the man's eyelashes fluttered, and then he lowered his eyes.

"Since Immortal Helan does not accept new apprentices, there is no need for me to go to Wanjian Mountain." He said.

"That's not the case, don't believe what he said." Zhou Mao waved his hands hastily, and looked at Jiang He with some complaints, Jiang He stuck out his tongue embarrassingly. "He's just kidding you."

"No," the man shook his head and stood up. "Instead of asking the immortals to take him in, it's better to grasp the current fate." He clasped his fists and bowed to Zhou Mao: "Your Excellency has a noble character, which is rare in the world."

He bent one leg, knelt on the ground slowly, then raised his head, took Zhou Mao's hand, and pulled it in front of him.

"Your Excellency has a great favor for me," he stared at Zhou Mao, his dark eyes reflected Zhou Mao's fat figure, "but he has no money in his lower body, and he has no ink in his chest, so there is nothing to repay."

He paused.

"After thinking about it again and again, I can only agree with my body."

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Jiang Hai: "Before Mao Mao recognizes me, let's go for a walk."

Although there is still a long vacation in China, but I don't...I have to go to work again tomorrow...Crying, crying, crying