Conquer the world with beauty [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Xing's life was ordinary, except for his name. When people asked him about it, he didn't know what it meant, and only said that it was his mother's choice.

Later his mother died, lying on a paper-thin straw mat, Jiang Xing's first reaction was sad and confused, where would he go after his mother died, and his second reaction was that he hadn't asked what the name meant.

He hastily buried his mother, spent all the money left, and then didn't know what to do.He doesn't have any special skills, and he has no background. He has never seen his father since he was born, and his mother has never mentioned it.

Jiang Xing was hanging out with a group of beggars on the side of the street. People around him died, and more people became beggars. He didn't know what country he was in, nor who the current king was. He only knew about this city. The word □, and the sects of comprehension they enshrine.

White Jade Twelfth Floor, Five Micro Buildings, No Yin School.

Jiang Xing was lying in the corner, the sun was shining on one of his feet and a thin, dry calf, he picked his ear, and there was a gurgling sound in his stomach, Jiang Xing patted his stomach expressionlessly, Turning to ask: "Old cripple, is there anything to eat?"

"There's going to be a big chaos...there's nothing to eat...they're all people..." the old cripple said in a daze.

Jiang Xing kicked him lightly: "Nonsense, how do you know that chaos is coming."

The old cripple covered his eyes, pointed to the scorching sun above the sky, and said, "Look at the stars... the chaos... the chaos..."

"Go away!"

The man in black boots kicked the old lame away, and the old lame thumped on the ground twice, but remained silent.Jiang Xing was startled, knowing that the old cripple was dead, he jumped up, turned around and was about to run, but was easily caught and thrown to the ground.

"Are you Jiang Xing?" the man asked.

He didn't care about the old cripple who had just been kicked to death by himself. For a cultivator like him, the life of an ordinary person would not be more valuable than a weed.

Jiang Xing's heart was still on the old cripple just now. He felt a deep sense of sadness, and felt that he would suffer the same fate today... They are such a miserable life, although they are worthless, they still try their best to live , It's just their efforts, it's not worth mentioning to a cultivator.

"Yes, just talk." The man slapped him across the face.

"...Yes." Jiang Xing didn't make him wait too long, he lowered his head and timidly agreed.

His chest was half cold and half hot, like a basin of ice water being poured on his head, but his chest was burning with anger.Jiang Xing's heart was beating fast, but his mind was numb. It took him a long time to hear what the man was saying.

"Okay, then take it back." The man said, with a sarcasm smile on the corner of his mouth: "You boy, you can enjoy the blessings in the future."

Jiang Xing joined the Wuyin School when he was nine years old.

He himself doesn't remember how old he is, but the head of the Wuyin School figured it out by touching his bones.The supervisor's fingers were extremely rough, leaving heavy red marks on his flesh.Afterwards, someone tested their aptitude. Jiang Xing mixed in with a group of children ignorantly. Among them, he was particularly thin and small. He looked shorter than others, but in fact he was already too old.The supervisor of the qualification test considered it for a long time, and said: "The dual spiritual roots of water and fire are not bad, but the age is a bit old... Maybe it will be a bit difficult."

The man next to him said, "If you can't practice, kill him and throw him out."

Jiang Xing opened his mouth quickly, buried his head deeply, and said, "I can endure hardship."

The supervisor looked at him inexplicably, and said with a smile after a while, "Then suffer a little bit."

Jiang Xing was stripped of his clothes and thrown into the ice water to practice. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he practiced day and night.The supervisor gave them a trick, and Jiang Xing was like a treasure. He couldn't understand the name on the cover, so he could only listen carefully to the supervisor's explanation.He grasped this hard-won chance to live, even though the mental method was extremely painful to practice, he seemed to have been pulled out, thrown into the furnace to be roasted, cut into pieces, and eaten alive.Later, he was numb to the pain, only that little pain made him feel alive.

In addition to daily practice, they also need to do some cleaning and serving people. If they are assigned to a place where no one is around, they can hide for a while. Beating and scolding are trivial matters, if you do not go your way, you will lose your life.

Jiang Xing did a good job, and was appreciated by the supervisors.He looks good when he smiles, even if he is terrified in his heart, he can still smile to please others.He can indeed endure hardships. Although his aptitude is mediocre, his cultivation progress is the fastest among the group of children.He was also willing to give up all his flesh and blood. A supervisor saw his beautiful hands and wanted to give them to others, so Jiang Xing cut off his own hands without hesitation and sent them up piously.

When he was 12 years old, he was already a bit good-looking.But he always smiled, and he was able to be cruel to himself, as if he had stripped his emotions and desires. The supervisor asked him if he was really loyal to the Wuyin faction. Jiang Xing said that the Wuyin faction saved him from fire and water, otherwise he would have died in the On that rotten street, he was devoured by wild dogs, and Wu Yin partyed to him, a great kindness.

Even the supervisor appreciated Jiang Xing's knowledge and interest.

On the night when Jiang Xing was 12 years old, he finally practiced his mental skills. The man who brought him into Wuyin School came again. Jiang Xing finally knew what the skills he practiced and why he came here To the Wuyin faction.

He still has a father, but the cheap father is a disciple of the Wuyin sect, and he took advantage of the opportunity to go out to deceive his mother. After the mother gave birth to the child, his father returned to the Wuyin sect and never appeared again.Later, his father did something wrong in the Wuyin faction. In order to make up for his mistakes, he confessed Jiang Xing, saying that this child has some talents, he can make a cauldron for the elders, and after training, he can grow his cultivation for 50 years.

In this way, Jiang Xing was brought to the Wuyin School, and the mental method he practiced was called "Bu Yuan Jing", which was dedicated to the Ding Furnace.

That cold and fiery feeling swept over him again, Jiang Xing listened in a daze, and finally realized that his value in the Wuyin faction was a cauldron, and when the elder finished absorbing his skills, he would be thrown out and become a wild wolf. dog food.He turned his head and was about to run, but was grabbed by the man by the neck. His strong hands carved deep marks on his neck. He couldn't breathe, his eyes turned white, and his neck seemed to be cut off and made a crackling noise. sound.Just when Jiang Xing thought he was going to die, the man threw him on the ground and said coldly, "Do you think you can run away?"

What he cultivated was the "Bu Yuan Jing" which had no means of attack and defense. In a site like the Wuyin School, as a cauldron, what would he use to escape?

Jiang Xing was taken to the elder's room, this was the first time he saw the elder of Wuyin sect.The other party looked to be at least six or seventy years old, with gray beard and hair, wrinkles on his face, standing there with a gloomy face, extremely terrifying.He was thin and light like a piece of paper. Jiang Xing saw the shadow of the elder under the candlelight, floating like a ghost. He shivered, both because of the cold and because of fear.

The elder rushed towards him, Jiang Xing dodged subconsciously, and then there was a shock, he looked at the elder in fear, his teeth chattered, his whole body was shaking, the other's gloomy face was getting closer, he smelled a decaying smell, Suddenly, he remembered the rumors circulating among the group of children—the elder should have died a long time ago, and he was holding a cauldron to continue his life. A cauldron lasts for 20 years, ten at a time, and can live forever.

Jiang Xing suddenly remembered what the old cripple said.

Chaos is coming...everything is eaten...

Cannibalism has already appeared, what about chaos?

Jiang Xing was caught by the elder, he struggled desperately, was suppressed by a powerful force, ice and fire were burning in his body, Jiang Xing's struggle only brought him more pain, the elder fiercely Slapped him, teeth flew out mixed with blood foam, Jiang Xing's head was dizzy, he waited for death to come.

That's right, how could a person like him without any power resist the elders of the Wuyin Sect. Before him, many people had died as cauldrons, and after him, many people would still die.

Their cultivation and their lives are all used as offerings. Let the elders live a few more years. What's the point?

Jiang Xing's mouth was filled with the smell of blood. His ears were ringing and his eyes were dazzled from the beating. In a blur, he could only see the elder froze suddenly, and then rushed outside.

There was already a sound of screaming and killing outside, the ground was shaking constantly, and blood was spilled on the window coffin.Jiang Xing stood up unsteadily, tried to open his eyes wide and looked outside, but the tinnitus gradually disappeared.

"Demon Race Invasion!!"

"A demon king has appeared!"

"The elder can't hold it anymore!"

"Everyone go to the front!"

"Notify Wuwei Building quickly!"

Jiang Xing was slightly taken aback, Mozu?

Even if he entered the Wuyin school, the concept of the demon race is still too far away from him.Jiang Xing opened his eyes wide and looked outside. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white veil. He only saw flying blood, leaping swords, and the huge and weird body of the demons.

Mozu...

Jiang Xing shuddered suddenly, the demons hadn't noticed him yet, he didn't care about his injuries and severe pain, a corpse of a Wuyin Sect disciple fell beside him, Jiang Xing took his sword, and slowly move back.

He tripped over something warm.

Jiang Xing heard a familiar voice. It was the man crying in pain. The man who killed the old cripple and brought him into the Wuyin sect saw him and shouted, "Help me! The demons have invaded!" !"

Jiang Xing crawled on top of him, groping for his wound through the white gauze, from the collarbone to the abdomen, almost cutting the man in half, but he was still alive.

"Go find someone to save me!" The man yelled at him: "No, heal my wound first, there is a hemostatic pill next to it, give it to me quickly!"

Jiang Xing touched the package next to him. Not every cultivator has the mustard space, and the man is just a disciple of Wuyin Sect.

Jiang Xing spent three years in the Wuyin Sect, and the only gain he gained was knowing some words. He picked up the Hemostatic Pill, and put it in his arms under the expectant eyes of the man.

"Jiang Xing! How dare you—"

Before the man finished speaking, a snow-white sword light cut straight down.

作者有话要说：姜醒进无阴派的时候，江小舟刚刚离开两仪剑宗不久。感谢在2020-09-1920:59:37~2020-09-1923:05:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: nine don't know one;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!