Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

After confirming the master-student relationship, Yue Fubai was not in a hurry to teach Mu Xing anything.

Instead, I asked him: "What do you think of Moxiu?"

Mu Xing thought for a while, and based on some rumors that Yuan Bo had heard, he said, "Bad, evil, and bloody."

Anyway, not a nice guy.

But he added another sentence: "Master is not."

If Yue Fubai didn't say anything, no one would think he was a demon cultivator.

Yue Fubai smiled and said: "You say that, yes, and it's not right."

Mu Xing raised his eyes and looked at him.

Yue Fubai just thinks that the little apprentice's eyes are very beautiful, he has always loved beautiful things, and he has never been surrounded by beauties, but there has never been a pair of eyes more beautiful than this child's.

He rubbed his little apprentice's soft hair and said, "Moxiu, cultivating the way of magic. It's never the word "moxiu" that is bad, but many monks who practice the way of magic."

Mu Xing didn't speak.

After all, he is not a real child, and his comprehension ability is much better than that of ordinary children.But after all, he has never been exposed to what Yue Fubai said, so he just listened attentively to what he said.

The more superficial it is, the harder it is to talk too profoundly to a child.

He thought for a while and said: "In terms of cultivation methods, there is no essential difference between the basic methods cultivated by orthodox monks and demonic monks. The difference lies in the 'Tao' chosen by the monks."

"What is Tao?" Mu Xing asked.

Mu Xing thought this was a very profound topic.

But Yue Fubai just smiled and said: "For us demon cultivators, 'Tao' is what you like."

"Orthodox monks pay attention to complying with the will of heaven and suppressing their own desires. You see, they start to fast as soon as they arrive at the foundation establishment. Looks like an 'immortal'."

"As for our demon cultivators, what we cultivate is our own will. We do what we want, and we don't care what the will of heaven is?" Yue Fubai closed his folding fan, looked down at the young disciple who had just taken in, "Do you understand what I mean? "

Mu Xing thought for a while and nodded: "I understand. But according to what you said, there is nothing wrong with cultivating the magic way. If this is the case, why are there so many bad rumors about magic cultivation?"

"Because people's desires are endless." Yue Fubai said lightly, "As a demon cultivator, the biggest opponent is not the way of heaven, but yourself."

He gave Mu Xing an example.

There are two magic cultivators who love power by nature.

One of them, chose to conceal his identity, went to the Mortal Empire, used the imperial examination as a way to enter the officialdom, and from then on, he rose step by step and became a cabinet minister with power.

Yue Fubai said: "Decades are not worth mentioning to monks. But walking in such a well-regulated way, how slow it is."

So another magic cultivator, he chose to take a shortcut.

He used spells to confuse the emperor of the dynasty, and the emperor named him a national teacher, and he obeyed his words.

But in just one month, he became one of the most powerful men in the dynasty.

But there will always be people who disagree with him.

Loyal ministers accept advice, and direct ministers scold villains for power.

Ordinary people are nothing more than ants in the eyes of monks, how can he bear it?

Those who disobeyed him were eliminated by means, and he tasted the pleasure of perishing against himself in the midst of power.

In just ten years, the prosperous empire was turned into a mess by him, and the people were in dire straits.

Mu Xing thought seriously.

Yue Fubai didn't rush him, and slowly picked up a cup of tea and sipped it carefully.

Mu Xing suddenly came back to his senses: "Possessing great power, but overindulging one's behavior and desires. Is this like the reason why Mo Xiu has a bad reputation outside?"

Yue Fu clasped his hands: "My apprentice is really smart!"

Mu Xing's bright eyes looked more and more pale: "So what is Master's way?"

He thought for a while: "Love beautiful women? Love Chinese clothing, Aegean chess, calligraphy and painting? Love Fengya?"

After talking a lot in one breath, Yue Fubai lightly tapped his small brain with a folding fan: "As a teacher, I just want to be a rich and idle person."

Mu Xing thought for a while, isn't Yue Fubai really a wealthy idler?

"What about me?" He seriously began to think to himself.

Yue Fubai smiled and watched him thinking hard, and waited until the tender little boy's face was wrinkled and wrinkled, then stretched out his right hand, and a picture scroll tied with a red string suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

He tossed the picture scroll casually, and the picture scroll slowly unfolded in the void.

Mu Xing looked at it in surprise, and before he recovered, a force of attraction suddenly appeared in the scroll, swallowing him whole.

Yue Bai smiled slyly: "I can't figure it out if I think about it, let me help you."

In the bustling city of Yangzhou, the rich merchant Mu's family has added a young son.

Mu Xing thought in a daze: Am I reincarnated again?

He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it when he thought about it carefully.

The little son is the youngest son in the family, and he was born as cute and clever as Yuxue. Everyone in the family loves him very much.

Since he was young, he was well-clothed and well-fed, and his food and clothing were all meticulous, and he grew up to be very pampered until he was ten years old.

That night, the young master was lying down with all his clothes on, when someone suddenly asked him in his ear: "Do you like this rich and beautiful life?"

The little boy nodded immediately: "I like it."

Not long after, the Mu family offended the powerful and the family fell into ruin.

The servants in the family were dispersed, and the pampered young master lived in an old house in the countryside, not only to take care of himself, but also to take care of his sick mother.

He didn't feel depressed either, because he could read and write, and he went to the village scholar's house to help copy books, and when he got a little reward, he saved it and bought delicious food to nourish his family.

Outside the picture scroll, Yue Fubai looked at the young disciple who was content with poverty, and crossed out another option in his mind.

Mu Xing knew that the only way to improve his family's current situation was to study. He worked hard and won the Juren at the age of 15. Three years later, he became a young champion.

The number one scholar was parading through the streets on horseback, and countless young girls threw flowers and handkerchiefs at him. As soon as he looked up, he could meet a few pretty faces that wanted to talk.

"Is there a woman you like?" Someone asked him in his ear.

Mu Xing's eyes were confused for a moment, and he shook his head: "No, talking about love and hobbies is troublesome and complicated."

The more bland: "..."

Time continues to push forward.

The young No. [-] scholar was appreciated by the emperor. In just a few years, he made steady progress and entered the six departments. However, he was already the emperor's confidant when he was weak.

Yue Fubai who was sitting on the chair frowned.

His apprentice has a really strange personality.

This picture scroll is one of his magic tools, the caster can create illusions, and people in the illusions will be guided to express their truest desires.

This is also a method used by many demon monks to help their disciples find their own way.

Just now in this illusion, Yue Fubai has already arranged for the little apprentice many things that mortals yearn for the most: wealth, beauty, power...

But Mu Xing accepted all these things well, but he didn't particularly like them, and he couldn't bear to let them go when they lost them.

There are even many subtle "seductions" in the middle of Yue Baibai: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, strange skills and obscene skills, three teachings and nine streams...

I haven't seen Mu Xing have a special love either.

He was not in a hurry, and continued to "arrange" his apprentice's life.

Mu Xing's sick mother couldn't hold on anymore.

He tried his best, and even invited the imperial doctor in the palace to treat him, but there was nothing he could do.

When his dearest relative passed away, he held a funeral for his mother with a sad expression.

At the funeral, that strange voice asked him again: "Are you unwilling?"

Mu Xing replied blankly, "Why are you unwilling?"

"I am unwilling to accept the short life of ordinary people, and unwilling to keep the people I want to keep."

Mu Xing was stunned for a while, then said softly: "Aniang was smiling when she left, I have tried my best, and I am not unwilling."

The more bland: "..."

He sat up slowly.

Mu Xing's "life" is still going on.

Because of his current death, Mu Xing has to mourn Ding You for three years for his mother.

He withdrew from officialdom and returned to his hometown.

There are beautiful mountains in his hometown, and he often goes for a walk in the mountains when the weather is good.

One day, a hunter in the mountains dragged a silver wolf home and was seen by Mu Xing.

The silver wolf was still bleeding, and looked at Mu Xing pleadingly with a pair of golden eyes.

Mu Xing couldn't bear it: "This silver wolf is very pitiful."

The Orion retorted: "Sir, you pity this silver wolf, but you have pity on me? If I don't hunt this silver wolf and strip its fur for money, my whole family will starve to death."

Mu Xing then stopped talking.

A few months later, Mu Xing was wandering in the mountains when he heard a miserable howl.

It turned out that the Orion was bitten by half of the shoulder by a silver wolf who saw it a few months ago, and was howling under the sound of the silver wolf.

Seeing Mu Xing holding a sword in his hand, Orion asked for help: "My lord, please help me get rid of this beast! This is the companion of the silver wolf a few months ago!"

Mu Xing did not move.

He quietly watched the Orion die under the claws of the silver wolf.

The silver wolf's golden eyes gave him a fixed look, without saying anything, just like Orion did a few months ago, dragging the Orion's body away.

Someone asked Mu Xing in his ear, "Why don't you save people?"

Mu Xing looked at the bleak back of the silver wolf: "I didn't save the silver wolf a few months ago, why did I save the Orion today?"

The voice said: "The Orion hunts the silver wolf for his family's livelihood, and he has difficulties."

Mu Xing said: "Silver Wolf also has a reason for revenge."

The voice said: "But Orion...is a human being."

Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, then asked back, "Human, what's the matter?"

After saying this sentence, he felt his eyes spinning.

The next moment, the little boy carved in pink and jade flew out of the scroll, and Yu Fubai supported him.

He looked at Mu Xing with a complicated expression.

Mu Xing rubbed his eyes blankly, he didn't know what happened just now:

"Master, what's wrong?"