After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Baili Wenxiang lowered her head dumbly and said, "You..."

"Idiot." Xuan Qing couldn't help shaking his head.

Although Baili Wenxiang used a sword to startle Hong, she was the one who was most reluctant to give up. Seeing that Yijian was about to be injured, she knew that there was a fraud, so she rushed forward without thinking about herself.

Love calamity, love calamity, is the brother's calamity, and it is also her calamity.

Xuan Qing said: "Brother died for you, since you understand him, why should you let him down."

Baili Wenxiang's eyes were confused, and she smiled at the end, but she was very affectionate: "Of course I understand him, even if he doesn't say anything, I will forgive him. As long as..."

Halfway through the speech, Baili Wenxiang's expression changed, his facial features were ferocious, and he said to Xuanqing: "You are his most beloved junior, you also want him to come back, right?"

Xuan Qing said: "He has always been by our side and never left."

"Yes, he's always been there," Baili Wenxiang muttered to himself, with a hook on his hand, "I'm going to find him, and I can't let this fake stain his eyes again."

Xuanqing's heart is not good, he gathers his energy and restrains his energy, Baili smells the fragrance and detonates the devil's embryo, the uncontrollable evil energy in the sky is all sucked into Yijian Jinghong's body.Baili Wenxiang let out a long and sharp laugh, drawing a formation with his own blood, the totem reappeared, and the earth was filled with blood.

"Good junior brother, help sister-in-law this favor, sister-in-law will definitely remember your kindness in her heart." Baili Wenxiang's voice became soft again, and her figure gradually disappeared into the blood mist.

Xuan Qing had no time to take care of this man who had already gone mad, and only had a frenzied sword in his eyes.

Fold the common people in the world?

Or fold one hand and one foot?

For Yu Xuanqing, the answer was already in his heart.

Xuanqing glanced at Qingxue in his hand, and picked up the knife of life and death.

"For the sake of the common people in the world, can you do me a favor?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Yijian Jinghong's red eyes, and he spit out the word "good", and then opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Xuan Qing pulled out the long sword that pierced through his heart, and immediately blood gushed out, staining the sky red.

"Don't be afraid."

Xuan Qing raised his hand to cover his eyes, the male protagonist will not be easily led by dogs.

In Yuanshen's memory, when he found his senior brother that day, the sun was just right.

Fragments of sunlight flooded the yard and shone on his hand holding the pen.The roots are like jade, the fingertips are covered with calluses, a pair of hands that the master has praised.

The plump black ink sprinkled on the white paper was unrestrained and free and easy, and the style of writing was very upright. He heard Xuanqing's footsteps and raised his head, and a cluster of flowers and leaves hanging slantingly covered the stretched eyebrows. , end is a modest gentleman.

Xuan Qing knew that the man was not a weak scholar, let alone a modest gentleman.

"The day of retreat has come, please brother go back with me."

Xuan Qing unloaded the burden on his back, cupped his hands and said.

Senior Brother put down his pen, raised his eyes to look at Xuan Qing and said, "Today is not good, it is not suitable to walk around."

Xuan Qing said: "Why choose a date to return to the division."

He shook his head and sighed: "Oh, when the days are bad, the mood is bad. When the mood is bad, the mood is even worse. If the mood is not good, if you practice forcefully, you may go crazy, so you still force Xuanqing to go back?"

"really?"

Xuan Qing has never heard such remarks since he started.

"Brother doesn't believe me, when did brother lie to you?"

He showed a sad expression, Xuanqing couldn't tell the truth from his expression, so he could only ask: "How can I make you feel better?"

"Well..." He propped his chin and said, "I don't know."

Xuan Qing frowned, was it a waste of effort to find him.

He said leisurely, "Maybe if you make me happy, I'll be in the mood."

Xuan Qing said distressedly: "I don't know how to be funny."

"Oh, that's going to be troublesome." He tapped his head, looking more distressed than Xuan Qing.

Xuanqing circled around three times, but couldn't think of a way out, all the knowledge he had learned in his life was useless.

He said: "It's better to wait until I'm free, and then we'll figure out a way slowly."

Xuan Qing swept over the pen and paper on the table, and his eyes fell on the wicker chair and scattered books beside him.

"Brother is busy?"

He nodded: "very busy."

"Should I trust you?"

"You don't have to believe it. It's just..." He tapped on the palm of his hand, "Brother will be very sad, very sad."

Xuan Qing couldn't help asking: "Brother, you really don't know how to lie to Xuan Qing?"

He let out a long sigh: "Oh, senior brother will really be sad."

After a long time, Xuan Qing heard his own voice sounding again.

"Then what should I do?"

The senior brother glanced and landed on the tree outside the courtyard: "You can see which lady's paper kite is hung on it, I'll help her take it off, maybe this will start a relationship that is unique to the world. What about you, just help me put the kite on it. Pack up your things, read those stories about the beauty of men and women, and get enlightened."

A faint fragrance wafted from a distance, and the brother stood smilingly under the flowing clouds, with the vast blue sky and green hills behind him.

At this time, a fallen flower swayed by the autumn wind slanted across the corner of his slightly raised mouth, shattering the shadows of the trees and disturbing the autumn water in the pool.

Xuan Qing suddenly woke up, the person in front of him turned into flying snow and scattered in the air.

If Xuanqing stopped him that day, if...

Xuan Qing closed his eyes, opened them again, and put his hands on the top of the floating mountain.Above, the stars of the Zhoutian River are shining brightly, and below the feet is the sea of ​​clouds, which seems to be dancing with fish and dragons.

The same place, the same scenery, completely different mood.

My heart, which has not fluctuated for hundreds of years, feels a little lonely.

"Apprentice."

"Master."

"Have you ever regretted it?"

Once upon a time, someone asked Xuanqing the same question, and his answer has not changed.

"Never."

Master's eyes fell on Xuan Qing's white hair, where the signs of the five declines of heaven and man had already appeared.

"I have had two apprentices in my life. The first apprentice is bohemian, and the second apprentice is calm and well-behaved. Both of them are geniuses in the sky. I thought there was hope for the succession of the lineage of cultivating immortals."

Feeling guilty, Xuan Qing said in a trembling voice, "Master."

Master sighed: "That's all, that's all. Good luck tricks people, so that's why."

Xuan Qing bowed his head and remained silent, thinking that he was worthy of heaven and earth, after all, he still owed his master many years of kindness.

"Back then, Baili Wenxiang secretly learned Yan'er's spells in order to seek longevity and became obsessed. His flesh, body, and mortal body could not bear the skyrocketing magic power. Yan'er sacrificed his Yuan Dan to save her." Master said, "Now You also gifted Yuan Dan to one person, I originally thought that your brothers and sisters have completely different temperaments, but now I find that they are surprisingly similar."

Xuan Qing said: "The cycle of cause and effect must be ended by someone."

The master raised his right hand and twisted out the fairy formula, a stream of cool and penetrating spiritual power was continuously transmitted from his hand into Xuanqing's body.The body that was on the brink of depletion after losing the primordial spirit was rejuvenated, and Xuanqing's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

"It's fate that can't be avoided, it's calamity that can't be avoided. Go, don't follow in the footsteps of your senior brother."

After the master said the last sentence, he clasped his hands together, his eyes were slightly closed, and his figure turned into a mist and dispersed.

"Master!"

Xuan Qing shouted loudly, but there was only a slight echo, and there was no clear flow.

The universe is vast, the world is boundless, and you are alone, why do you want to live?

Yijian Jinghong was born because of the painstaking efforts of his seniors, so they look similar and have the same life expectancy.Every time he lived to the age of his brother's death, he would die, forget, and then reincarnate, and be reborn again and again.

Stunning and talented, but he never even had his own name.

The senior brother wanted to use his death in exchange for the release of his sweetheart, but at the same time, two people were trapped.

Since the senior brother can't do it, it's up to Xuan Qing to end this century-old fate.

Xuanqing killed the devil's fetus in Yijian Jinghong's body with one sword, and then used his own Yuan Dan to extend his life, this is the best way Xuanqing could think of.He thought he was an outsider and was ready for self-sacrifice, never counting that he was the one who was saved in the end.Has the master noticed that this Xuanqing is not that "Xuanqing", but unfortunately no one will give him the answer.

I thought about it thousands of times in my heart, and when I looked back, there was a person standing tall, with snow on his shoulders and blue frost in his hair.

"who are you?"

"Xuanqing."

"who am I?"

"People call you the one-shot."

He frowned slightly: "Personal name?"

Xuan Qing said: "You are an unknown guest in the Jianghu."

He said: "If you have entered the rivers and lakes, how can you be unknown."

Xuan Qing thought: "If you insist on having a name, how about I give you one."

He raised his chin slightly: "What's your name?"

Xuan Qing laughed: "A sword strikes the dragon."

He frowned even tighter: "You amuse me."

Xuan Qing shook his head and said: "No, the former one is the impression the world has of you, and the second one is the impression you give the world."

He said, "Is there any difference?"

"Probably...not at all."

His robe trembled, and he turned and left.

Xuan Qing shouted from behind: "Hey, are you angry?"

He stopped and said sideways: "Tell me to startle me with a sword."

"Shocking with one sword."

"What's the matter."

"Have you ever heard someone say that a name with four characters is more powerful?"

"boring."

The snow was falling, and the sword raised his foot again, and his back, which was as tall as a green pine, sank into the white world.

Xuan Qing thought, maybe he was never alone.

At the foot of Luofu Mountain, follow the moss-stained stone steps and turn down into a short path, and a wooden house is built behind the lush bamboo fence.

Xuan Qing walked into the dense fragrance under the moonlight.

"You came."

"The cool breeze welcomes you, and the music of the piano welcomes you. There is no reason not to come." Xuanqing said, "My friend has been waiting for a long time."

Xue Lan's hand playing the piano paused, and lightly slapped it on the table, and a glass of thin wine immediately fell into Xuan Qing's hands.

Xuan Qing drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, brother Xue, for recovering his skills."

"It's only [-]%."

"Enough."

Xue Lan's eyes finally fell on Xuan Qing's face: "You and I have known each other for a year."

Xuan Qing sighed: "It's been so long."

Xue Lan lowered his eyes, and the light moonlight shone on his side face, creating a hazy halo.

"I think it's quick."

Xuan Qing nodded: "The white horse flies through the gap, with a flick of a finger."

Xue Lan said: "I finally understand the feelings of Baili Wenxiang. Your time is too long and our time is too short. I am afraid that I will be forgotten and I am afraid that I will not forget it. The only way to find a constant companion is eternal life."

Xuan Qing shook his head and said, "It's just stupid."

Xue Lan stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, and said slowly, "Even if it's a dream, I always want to make it longer."

Seeing this, Xuan Qing couldn't help asking: "Brother Xue?"

"It's nothing."

Xue Lan came back to her senses and smiled at Xuan Qing.

"Have you heard about Miss Yan?"

Xuan Qing subconsciously wanted to avoid talking about her: "I just came out of retreat, and I have never inquired about other people's affairs."

The smile on Xue Lan's face grew bigger and bigger, as if she had finally grasped Xuan Qing's handle and wanted to make good use of it.

"Miss Yan has been looking for you for half a year. Her master couldn't stand it anymore and arranged a marriage forcibly."

"This..." Xuan Qing hesitated.

"Do you know who the other party is?"

Xuan Qing raised his wine glass to hide his thoughts: "Who?"

Xue Lan spoke with a straight voice, and paused every word: "Xiao, Hong, Yun."

Xuan Qing almost spit out a mouthful of old wine, he concealed his surprise, and pretended to be calm: "How did they get together?"

"Xiao Hongyun managed the Wushuang Palace well. Yao Wang already has some friendship with the old palace owner, so he is willing to help." Xue Lan took out a letter, "It's just that Miss Yan is really loyal. Write me a suicide note."

"A suicide note?"

Xuan Qing really choked on a sip of wine, coughing again and again.

"Yes," Xue Lan looked at him leisurely, "Want to take a look?"

Xuan Qing thumped his chest and said: "Since it is written for you, how can I read it?"

Xue Lan said to Xuan Qing with great interest: "Forget it, the blood splashed three feet on Miss Yan's wedding day has nothing to do with you."

Xuan Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Xue, stop making fun of me."

Xue Lan finally had enough of laughing, took out a greeting card from her sleeve and put it on the table, saying: "Three days later, in the Wushuang Palace, Miss Yan is waiting for you to snatch the marriage."

He opened the folding fan to cover the corners of his mouth, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

"Miss Yan said that good girls don't marry second husbands. The word has been delivered, and you can figure out the rest."

Xuan Qing put down his wine glass and said, "I thought it was a wedding wine for a reunion, but it turned out to be a bitter wine for a farewell."

"Are you ready to go?"

"It's okay not to go."

Xue Lan glanced out the window: "Will the people outside be with me too?"

Xuan Qing followed his line of sight and caught a corner of the white robe: "He won't let me take care of him now."

Xue Lan said with a smile: "So, this is my chance."

Xuan Qing didn't understand why, Xue Lan just smiled and said nothing.

Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of trees, sword energy was surging, and Xue Lan's folding fan slammed on her hand.

"This small house of mine cannot contain the jealousy of the Juggernaut."

With Juntian's sword strike, the roof suddenly flew up, and the star Langyue was visible when he raised his head.

Xuan Qing said: "Brother Xue likes to joke, it's a disadvantage."

"It's a big loss. The hut that was finally built was destroyed again." Xue Lan stood up and shook her head again and again, "I'm homeless, so I can only wander around with Brother Xuan. Oh, it's a loss, it's a loss."

Xuan Qingqing couldn't help but laugh, raised the jug and drank another cup, toasting him to re-enter the rivers and lakes.

Respect Qingfengmingyue.

Respect confidant and friend.