[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

"Thank you." The tallest figure spoke.

The clouds and mist cleared, and the sky became twilight.The morning light shines through the gaps in the branches and into the forest.The appearance of the figure gradually became clear, it was a fairy dressed in white.Behind him stood a fat man in an apron on the left, and a thin, freckled man on the right.

"Thank you." Fatty also said the same thing to Jiang Hai.Jiang Hai smiled and walked to his side.He touched Jiang Hai's shoulder lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Is the wound still uncomfortable?"

"I don't feel much anymore." Jiang Hai said, moving his shoulders.The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good." He said, scratching his head again, "But the plot is so against the elder brother, I always feel a little pitiful for him."

"It's okay." The immortal smiled, "Think about it, he was an ordinary scholar, but now he is famous as my big apprentice. Isn't this a good thing?"

"And," Song Xiaofei blinked, "according to the plot I wrote for him, after he was pushed off the cliff by Jiang Hai, he was not only unscathed, but also found martial arts secrets, and was assisted by a master of the magic way. When he comes back after a period of time, he will immediately become a sensation in the world."

"How is it? This setting is very similar to the protagonist?" He looked at Jiang Hai with a smile.Jiang Hai snorted.

"Then what's the situation with my current role?" He asked Song Xiaofei.

"Because you couldn't cultivate normally, you also went to cultivate demons. You have good talents and achievements in cultivation. You were lucky enough to be favored by the demon king and work under him. But you have always been jealous of the senior brother. Seeing that the senior brother is not dead, you quickly ran away Framed him, but was repaired by the big brother. It is a boss."

Zhou Mao: "...the boss doesn't have the slightest fashion value, so it's a bit frustrating."

"The more frustrated the better," Song Xiaofei said, "this way you won't be suspected."

"However, if Jiang Hai's character is set like this, you have to be careful." Jiang He looked at Song Xiaofei and said with a smile. All we have to do is plan to kill Master."

Song Xiaofei was surprised: "Why did he kill me? I treat him very well!"

Jiang He shrugged: "There is conflict in the plot. After all, in your eyes, the older apprentice is better. The second apprentice is dissatisfied, and in order to deepen the conflict between the two brothers, the author makes it more reasonable for the senior to teach the younger brother, so he must sacrifice the master." for this role."

Song Xiaofei glanced at Jiang Hai with a guilty conscience: "You don't really want to kill me, do you?"

Jiang Hai: "...This is your novel, okay? Is it up to you whether I kill you or not? Are you pretending to be stupid?"

Zhou Mao looked at Jiang He, then at Song Xiaofei, thought for a while, and asked, "Brother Xiaohe, since you are one of the consciousnesses of this world just like Director Zheng and Dr. Song, do you know much about this world?" Do you have some control?"

He gestured in Jiang Hai's direction: "I think Director Zheng has a very strong control over the plot of this world, and he can forcibly reverse the situation. If you have no ability at all, it would be a bit strange."

"I do have control," Jiang He said, waving his hand lightly, "but it's a bit embarrassing."

"What is it?" Song Xiaofei asked curiously.

Jiang He said nothing, just stared at Song Xiaofei.Song Xiaofei's expression became a little strange.He opened his mouth slowly, paused, and then let out a long and loud belch.

"That's it." Jiang He blushed. "My control over this world is very weak. I can only control certain people to hiccup, cough, fart, and I can't even control specific actions."

Song Xiaofei rubbed his stomach and looked at Jiang He speechlessly. "Your ability is too weak. It may be because you have stayed in consciousness for a long time, become one with consciousness, and your control over the world has become less powerful." He touched his chin and thought again: " But this ability might be useful.”

Zhou Mao's eyes lit up.He approached Jiang He and asked secretly: "Can your ability control my diarrhea a few more times and make me thinner?"

Jiang He pinched Zhou Mao's face helplessly. "No." He said, "If it could make you lose weight, I would have used it a long time ago. Diarrhea can only dehydrate you, not reduce fat."

When Jiang Hai heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help laughing, and then said to Song Xiaofei seriously: "Now the fate of the two characters, brother and I, has been arranged, what about the specific plot next?"

"Next..." Song Xiaofei rolled his eyes, "Then you two will each practice for 50 years, and after 50 years, wait for Qiao Si to climb up from the cliff before continuing with the plot."

Jiang Hai: "...you haven't thought about how to write the next plot at all!"

Jiang He shook his head. "Song Xiaofei, have you ever thought about it," he said, "You are a fairy, I am a monster, and Jiang Hai is about to cultivate demons. Fifty years from now, we may still be the same as today, while Zhou Mao is an ordinary person. With a flick of your pen, 50 years have passed, and he will be an old man by then."

"You really like to worry. I have my own plan." Song Xiaofei patted Jiang He's head and said, "You and Zhou Mao go back to the inn first, and wait until dawn. I will arrange the plot related to Zhou Mao later."

Song Xiaofei ordered Jiang Hai to stay near the gap, and after secretly sending Zhou Mao and Jiang He back to the inn, he left quickly.It was dawn soon, and customers came to the store one after another.

Zhou Mao started to stir-fry dishes for the guests.When serving the dishes on the table, he vaguely learned from the conversations of the guests that there was a huge crack under the cliff of Nanshan, and black air gushed out.Several immortals headed by Wan Jianshan rushed over from various sects and sealed the gap together.Fortunately, no one was injured or injured, only the first disciple Wan Jianshan and the second disciple who discovered the breach were both missing.

"The immortal Wanjianshan must be very heartbroken," the guest said, throwing a peanut into his mouth, "The two disciples are both handsome in appearance and refined in temperament. It's a pity to be famous and good at fighting for justice."

"Speaking of the second disciple." Another guest hesitated to speak, looked left and right, and whispered a few words in his companion's ear, and the companion immediately frowned.

"Is this true?" He asked the other party.

The other side nodded, and whispered: "I think there must be something strange about the disappearance of this eldest disciple, maybe it is the second disciple who caused it."

The guests shook their heads again and again. "It's true that you know people and faces but don't know your heart," he sighed. "Who would have thought that this handsome and handsome young man is actually a sinister and cunning generation."

Zhou Mao silently put the pickled cucumbers on the guest's table and returned them to the kitchen.

The fact that the rumor spread like this was in response to Song Xiaofei's intentions.Fang Xing was portrayed out and out from a majestic and upright protagonist into a sinister and jealous villain.Although he knew it was for safety, Zhou Mao was still not happy.

I only hope that Zheng Shi can be confused by this plot and relax his vigilance, so that Jiang Hai won't be a villain for nothing.Zhou Mao thought.

An ordinary day passed quickly, and when night came, Zhou Mao cleaned up the lobby as usual and closed the door.Just as he was closing the front door of the inn, a hand reached out from the darkness and seized him by the arm.

"Follow me." Jiang Hai pulled him out of the door and whispered.

Zhou Mao nodded obediently.Jiang Hai chuckled lightly.

"Don't be so obedient. I'm here to kidnap you." He said, "At least put on a show and struggle."

Zhou Mao thought for a while, then shook his arm, opened his mouth and shouted: "Come on! Help—" Before he finished shouting, Jiang Hai gently covered his mouth, and he immediately stopped talking.

Jiang Hai trapped Zhou Mao's hands with cloth strips, and then put him on his shoulders.Zhou Mao pretended to struggle a few times, but saw that Jiang Hai was struggling to carry himself, so he stopped still.

"If you hijack me, you don't have to carry me." Zhou Mao whispered, "You let me down, just put a knife on my waist, and I can walk by myself."

Jiang Hai smiled and patted Zhou Mao's butt. "How can anyone be so considerate of the robbers," he said, "Don't worry, I will lead the horse, and I won't be too tired."

After walking a few steps, he saw a horse tied to a tree stump.Jiang Hai put Zhou Mao on the horse and held the rein himself.After walking for a while, the two came to the edge of the cliff again.

The gap has been closed by the immortals.The black air disappeared, and only the forests under the cliff were seen.Jiang Hai carried Zhou Mao off the horse, patted the horse's back, and the horse galloped away.

He untied Zhou Mao and looked at Zhou Mao.The two stood on the edge of the cliff, and the mountain wind blew over the cliff, bringing a slight chill.

"Fatty Zhang, come with me." Jiang Hai said.

Zhou Mao was stunned, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Hai blinked: "Cultivating Demons." He whispered to Zhou Mao: "According to the plot, quickly persuade me."

Zhou Mao nodded. "Fang Xing, cultivating demons is not the right way." He said righteously, "I know that your skills are ruined and your heart is depressed, but your future still has infinite possibilities, so why bother to take that crooked path?"

Jiang Hai shook his head. "You don't understand." He said, "Since I entered the sect of Wanjian Mountain, I have been depressed and frustrated. Every time I condescend to be inferior to my senior brother, I am ridiculed by other apprentices. I have endured it for a long time. This time I must let They looked at each other with admiration."

"Fang Xing," Zhou Mao persuaded again softly, "fame and wealth are things outside the body. Since you have become an ordinary person, why can't you let go of everything and go back to the inn, just like you did at the beginning." He blushed a little, " The two of us are together, I cook, you entertain the guests, don't you want to live your life in a smooth and honest manner?"

Jiang Hai's eyes softened, he stretched out his hand, and gently hugged Zhou Mao. "Very good," he whispered in Zhou Mao's ear, "If Song Xiaofei hadn't written this stinky plot, I would have gone back to the inn to marry you right away."

Immediately, he quickly changed his tone. "No, I can't swallow this breath," Jiang Hai said forcefully, "Zhang Fat. I lost my parents less, suffered from the indifference of the world, and the only trace of nostalgia for this world is you. I want to take you with me. Let's practice together."

Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing. "This plot is a bit strange." He whispered, "Fang Xing thinks so much of a fat cook like me?"

"This is Song Xiaofei's setting," Jiang Hai said in a low voice, "Although I am a narrow-minded villain who is always against the protagonist, the only weakness in my heart is you, fat man." He said with disgust: "Song Xiaofei I'm quite proud, saying that Fang Xing's character design is really full."

"Then I'm really going to repair demons with you?" Zhou Mao asked in a low voice.

"No," Jiang Hai said, "a fairy will pass by and drive me away. You follow that fairy to practice."

"That's it." Zhou Mao was a little disappointed in his heart. He leaned his head on Jiang Hai's shoulder and said depressedly, "Then we won't see each other for a long time again?"

Jiang Hai gently stroked his hair. "Fifty years will pass quickly," he said. "In fiction, after all, it's just a sentence."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud voice came: "Who is here?"

Zhou Mao looked up and saw a person walking slowly out of the woods.He is tall and thin, with white beard and hair, and looks like a fairy, looking at the two carefully.

Jiang Hai let go of Zhou Mao, raised his head, and still held his arm tightly. "Zuo Daozhang." He greeted lightly with indifferent eyes.

The man stared at Jiang Hai for a while, then his expression eased. "He Lan's second apprentice," he nodded slightly, "you are here. Your master has been looking for you for a long time, go and meet him."

Jiang Hai was unmoved. "I don't know why Taoist Zuo came here late at night." He stared at the person in front of him and asked.

"I'm still worried that the gap is not completely sealed, let's check it out." The man replied casually, but seemed to realize something, frowned and looked at Jiang Hai, and then noticed Zhou Mao beside him, "It's you, why... "

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the Taoist priest surnamed Zuo noticed that there were layers of evil spirits emerging from Jiang Hai's body, and he couldn't help being surprised. "This benefactor, stay away from the people around you." He yelled, and at the same time picked up the whisk, a golden light flashed towards Jiang Hai.

Jiang Hai stretched out his hands to resist, but although he had evil spirits all over, he didn't have any cultivation in his body.After being struck by the golden light, he yelled, turned over and rolled into the woods, and disappeared.

Taoist Zuo searched carefully, but he couldn't find Jiang Hai's aura, so he walked up to Zhou Mao, checked carefully, and asked, "Little benefactor, are you all right?"

Zhou Mao shook his head.He was only worried about whether Jiang Hai would hurt after being hit by the light, and whether there was any serious problem.Taoist Zuo looked at Zhou Mao carefully, and unexpectedly showed a thoughtful expression.

"Little benefactor, I think you have good qualifications. Are you interested in practicing under my sect?" he asked.

Zhou Mao was stunned for a moment.Although Jiang Hai told him that this was a plot arranged by Song Xiaofei, he still couldn't help but said: "The immortals of Wanjianmen have also seen me, but he said that I am not qualified enough, do you want to take a closer look?"

"No need." Daoist Zuo lightly twisted his beard and said with a slight smile, "Wan Jian Sect focuses on sword cultivation, and needs people with deep aura and sharp edge. I think your breath is gentle and stable, and your pulse is calm, so you are suitable for my sect." Practice."

At the same time, he said earnestly: "Then the second disciple of Wanjianmen is probably going to go astray. After observing a few times, the old man seems to have a very close relationship with you. If you go crazy, if you are still in the secular world, he will definitely kill you." You and the surroundings. If you are under the old man's door, the old man can somewhat prevent you from being hurt by that person."

Hearing Zuo Daozhang's words, Zhou Mao felt a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded, knelt on the ground on one knee, and bowed his hands in salute.

"Then I would like to thank the Taoist priest for taking me in." He said.

Daoist Zuo smiled slightly and helped Zhou Mao up.He raised his hand, a gust of wind blew, and Zhou Mao floated in the air.

"Since you have agreed, go back to the mountain with me." He said to Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao nodded and looked back at the forest on the cliff.In the gap between the branches, he could vaguely see Jiang Hai's black eyes, staring at him intently.

Will 50 years really go by so quickly?Zhou Mao thought.

The author has something to say:

Well, almost half of this world has been written, and Zhou Mao is finally going to cultivate immortality.

Then he finished the next chapter.How appropriate. (No)

This chapter is too word count.I'm so wordy.