A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Is this a good-for-nothing counterattack essay?

Immediately, he returned to the system space and searched online for novels featuring "Meng Xianjue".

Got nothing.

Cheng Weiwan frowned.

He did not give up, and searched for many keywords, such as Chijin Beast, Xuanwei Daoist, Tianmen, etc., but still found nothing, not even a trace.

He tried to contact 041 again, but the message was still busy, just like a month ago.

Cheng Weiwan looked at the large electronic screen, lost in thought.

To be honest, he was a little flustered.

When he was in a car accident and the rescue failed, it was 041 who rescued him and bound him, promising that as long as he entered the novel world to help the system restore the small world that was about to collapse, and advance the plot, it would help him reshape the world in the real world. A body that allows him to return to a normal life.

041 is an internship system, eager to get a promotion, and Cheng Weiwan is eager to return to the real world. The two of them have the same goal, which is to restore the world of fiction that is about to collapse.They were tied to a thread, there was no need for 041 to trap him.

But 041 hasn't returned for a long time, there must be something in the main system that has delayed him.

But at this time, the main plot line deviates from his memory. What is the reason?Why can't I find any information related to this novel on the whole Internet?And why did Meng Xianjue change his appearance of being bullied?

These questions hovered in Cheng Weiwan's mind, gradually forming a vortex, once they entered, they could not come out again.

And these questions, I am afraid, can only be clarified after 041 comes back.

One word, wait.

While Hei Yuling was on Meng Xianjue's body, Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes.

Even if the plot was different from what he remembered, even if something was wrong, he should only look for Hei Yuling.Since the Black Jade Order is with Meng Xianjue, then Meng Xianjue is the hero.

The only thing he has to do now is to do tasks and advance the development of the plot.

——Anyway, this is what 041 told him earnestly back then.Even if it's wrong, let's blame 041 in the end.

Meng Xianjue noticed that the senior's breath disappeared, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He went to a deserted place, picked a leaf off a tree, and blew a long tune.

Immediately afterwards, a cloudy wind suddenly blew, and a hole was blown out of the flat snow surface. Meng Xianjue stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly dropped a blocking barrier.

A tall man knelt on one knee and shouted, "My lord."

Meng Xianjue knew that he didn't have much time, so he asked straight to the point: "How is Zhang Chengcan's situation?"

The man replied respectfully: "The subordinates have been staring at him. Everything is as you expected. He will participate in the recruitment trial after tomorrow."

His tone of speech was very strange, not like ordinary people's ups and downs, and there was no emotion at all, just like a line of words that he read out.

Looking carefully, this person's skin is a lifeless cold gray, and under the skin, blue and black blood vessels are clearly visible.

Meng Xianjue nodded: "Very well, keep looking at him."

The man took the order and was about to leave when he was stopped by Meng Xianjue.

"Wu Chong, if I didn't summon you recently, don't come looking for me. I have been targeted by someone. I don't know the purpose of that person. Let's proceed with caution."

Wu Zhong paused, turned his whole body around, and said in a gloomy tone, "My lord, do you need me to solve this trouble?"

His pupils were a cloudy gray.

"No need." Meng Xianjue stood up straight, "Keep it for now."

"Stand back, remember what I said, and keep watching from the Sin Tower."

"Yes, my lord."

The dark wind picked up again, and Wu Zhong disappeared.

Meng Xianjue removed the barrier, as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly towards Mount Everest.

Before he was halfway along the road, a little Taoist boy found him, saluted him respectfully and then sent a message: "Brother Meng, Master Xuanwei is waiting for you in the quiet room of Wanxiang Peak."

Meng Xianjue nodded: "I'll go there now."

Daoist Xuanwei doesn't have any special hobbies other than cultivation. If he insists on saying he has, it would be meditating in the quiet room, adjusting the astrolabe, and divination.

As soon as Meng Xianjue entered, Xuan Wei raised his finger and made a silent gesture.

Meng Xianjue didn't dare to move anymore, but Xuan Wei raised one hand and drew a circle in the air.

Xuyin enchantment.

Master Xuanwei created it uniquely, as long as it is inside the barrier of Xuyin, no matter if it is a human, a god, or a monster outside, it cannot know what happened inside the barrier.

After the barrier was completed, Xuan Wei opened his eyes and looked at him calmly: "I want you to come back in three days, after all, it will be more difficult for you."

Meng Xianjue knelt and sat opposite Xuanwei, and said softly: "It's because the disciple is not capable enough, I should have trained harder after I came back."

Xuan Wei smiled lightly: "Don't push yourself too hard, and I don't intend to blame you. The recruitment test will be in one day. These disciples have already passed the first round of screening, and they must have a good heart. Let you keep an eye on them." I also rest assured that there will be no accidents."

"The disciple must complete the task and live up to the expectations of the master."

Xuan Wei believes in Meng Xianjue's ability, but this disciple is not close to him, he has no choice but to say something soft every time to narrow the distance between master and apprentice, Meng Xianjue will intentionally or unintentionally push the distance further.

Xuan Wei also had quite a headache, and he only accepted Meng Xianjue as an apprentice. As the head said, even Mount Everest is indeed too quiet.

If there are talented people in this recruitment trial, it's time to add popularity to Mount Everest.

Xuanwei raised his head and found that Meng Xianjue still had something to say, suddenly became interested: "Does Xianjue still have something to say?"

Meng Xianjue's eyes sank, and he said, "I do have something to ask Master for advice."

Xuan Wei was full of interest, and looked up at him.

"I went back to Meng's house and accidentally found a spirit beast in the forbidden area. Seeing that it was pitiful, I broke the ice seal, but I don't know why..." Meng Xianjue took the sleeping little beast out of the spirit bag, "it Haven't woken up."

After seeing the sleeping spirit beast, Xuan Wei's eyes froze immediately, and he frowned slightly, showing doubts.

"Master?"

Xuanwei retracted his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Is this a red gold beast?"

The Chijin Beast was in the same period as the ancient mythical dragon and phoenix, but the Chijin Beast was far less high-profile than the dragon and phoenix. They lived in the mountains and forests away from human habitation, and this vein was preserved, unlike the extinct dragon and phoenix earlier.

However, this red gold beast is probably the last one in the world.

Xuan Wei didn't expect that the last red gold beast was in the forbidden area of ​​the Meng family.

Meng Xianjue nodded.

The little beast is only a little longer than Meng Xianjue's palm, and looks a bit like a puppy in the mortal world, exactly the same as the childhood Samoyed in the real world.

Its fur is silvery white, and it can only breathe weakly. Its body has already warmed up, but it has been slow to wake up.

"The disciple is worried that he hurt the red gold beast when breaking the ice seal."

Xuan Wei frowned, he poured a touch of spiritual power into the little beast's body, then quickly withdrew his hand and sighed softly.

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes: "Master, did you find out the result?"

Xuan Wei shook his head: "This red gold beast has a body but no soul, it's normal if it can't wake up."

"Then how can I find its soul?"

Xuan Wei pondered for a while and said: "There is no good solution for now, these days you should concentrate on recruiting and testing, the matter of the red gold beast, let me think about it as a teacher."

Meng Xianjue cupped his hands.

Xuan Wei asked again: "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

Xuan Wei waved his hand: "Then go back, have a good rest tonight, and you will hand over to each peak tomorrow morning, so that there will be no mistakes."

"Disciples respect the teacher's teachings."

"Okay, go back."

Xuanwei removed the barrier of Xuyin, Meng Xianjue stuffed the little beast into the spirit pouch without mercy, and bowed to Xuanwei again.

Seeing that Meng Xianjue didn't care about the appearance of the little red gold beast, Xuan Wei was a little taken aback, then chuckled.

After Meng Xianjue walked out of the quiet room, he returned to Mount Everest. After resting all night, he got up early in the morning. He was too busy to communicate with the peaks and make sure of various matters. He had long forgotten to check whether the senior was still there. He didn't have any hope for the red gold beast. Bringing the red gold beast back was just to prevent others from getting it. His goal had been achieved, so he wouldn't inject too much thought into it.

Finally, the day of the admissions test came, and Meng Xianjue rarely put on the Tianmen school uniform. Because he was a direct disciple, his status was slightly higher. Two, be heroic.

And the other inner disciples who were not directly passed on were just Suxue's silver school uniforms, without patterns.There is more than ethereal, but not enough fairy energy.

Cheng Weiwan sat floating on the Mingjian Stone, overlooking such a magnificent scene, with a serious face, ready to warn Meng Xianjue at any time.

Such a major matter must not go wrong, let alone make Xiao Baihua lose her heart.

"Brother Meng, there are only seventy disciples this year." Wei Jiuyang ran over from a distance, shouting.

Wei Jiuyang is a direct disciple of Chongyue, the head of Tianmen, ranking seventh, closest to Meng Xianjue.

Because he is the youngest, with good talent, he is so spoiled by his brothers and sisters, but he often gets cold faces from Meng Xianjue, which makes him feel fresh, but it makes him often go to Meng Xianjue's place. I am familiar with Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue glanced at him and said, "After today's trial, if we can keep five of them, that would be pretty good."

Wei Jiuyang smiled heartlessly: "Then this year's freshmen are too poor."

Meng Xianjue hesitated a bit: "Jiuyang, be careful with your words."

Wei Jiuyang shrunk his neck and stuck out his tongue.

Some disciples around heard Wei Jiuyang's words, and they all showed dissatisfaction, but no one dared to say anything, they just lowered their heads and pretended not to hear.

There was only one young man, he was very courageous, and he raised his head among the crowd of small quails who were overwhelmed by the surrounding aura, looking particularly abrupt.

When a pair of jet-black eyes looked at these fairies in white, there was envy and jealousy.

Meng Xianjue saw him from a distance, then calmly looked away.

It's Zhang Chengcan.

"Jiuyang, are there any outstanding performers in this year's batch?"

Brother Meng rarely asked questions, and Wei Jiuyang was so excited that he laughed immediately: "Yes, there happened to be four or five good seedlings, I just don't know how they will behave in a while."

Meng Xianjue asked again: "What are their names?"

"Let me see, there is a good boy named Zhang Chengcan..."

Meng Xianjue slightly hooked the corner of his lips: "I see."

Wei Jiuyang looked at him suspiciously.

"I see."

Wei Jiuyang moved his mouth, trying to say something, but finally swallowed it back into his stomach.

Brother Meng said that if he knew it, then he knew it.

Today's arrangement is very tight, and all the disciples' trials will end today, so it is very difficult for there to be no problems, which requires someone to keep an eye on them all the time.

But before the disciples' trials officially started, a voice suddenly came out of Meng Xianjue's head.

"Inside the Tianmen, towards the southeast, there is a ghostly aura."

Cheng Weiwan frowned and looked towards the southeast. His perception was unmistakable. This ghostly aura was fierce, and its spreading speed was astonishing. It may take less than an hour to cover the entire Tianmen.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes flashed away, and the senior kindly reminded him that he would accept this love.

And the southeast is the direction of the sin tower.

The ghost suppressed under the sin tower, as he expected, finally broke out.