After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

In the north there is a mountain named Yunwu, with trees on it, three fathoms deep, and a clear pool below, five fathoms deep.The traffic at the foot of the mountain, the people in Sangtian, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is no trace of people.

And old man Tianji lives deep in the mountains.

Most of Yijian Jinghong's injuries were healed, Xuanqing decided to take him to Muyun Villa for an explanation, before they set off to Yunwu Peak to visit Old Man Tianji.As for why it changed from two people to three people, Xuan Qing didn't even bother to think about the reason.

Xuanqing and Yijian Jinghong slowly followed behind Xue Lan, Xiao Hongyan also wanted to follow but was stopped by his elder brother, there are still many things to deal with in Wushuang Palace.

It was really bad luck. Halfway through the journey, dark clouds rolled in and heavy rain poured down, washing away a mountain of dust in an instant.Xue Lan, who was leading the way, swept away the obliquely growing bushes with his sword, and put his hands on his eyelashes. Seeing that the rain did not seem to stop, he turned around and asked, "Should we continue to go up, or turn back down the mountain for another day?" Come again?"

Xuan Qing lowered his head, because of the sudden rainstorm, the mountain path became extremely steep, and the accumulated water spread, it might not be easy to go down the mountain now.

"Go up." Xuan Qing said, "Look for a place where you can hide from the rain."

Xue Lan nodded and continued walking on the grass.

Following the wilderness path and crossing a small river, I saw a monk wearing a bamboo hat standing on the single-plank bridge upstream.

Xue Lan immediately mobilized her internal energy and shouted: "Master, please stay."

The figure on the single-plank bridge paused and turned to them.

They speeded up and rushed upriver along the bank. When the monks saw them bowing with their palms up, they returned the salute.

Xue Lan said: "Looking at the master's outfit, it should be that he knew that there would be rain in the mountains. Dare I ask where I can take shelter from the rain?"

The monk said: "There is a hut not far ahead, all benefactors can take a rest."

"Thank you."

Xue Lan thanked him and was about to go on his way, Xuanqing held him back and said to the monk, "Master, won't you go with us?"

The monk's eyebrows were lowered, and the rain seeped through the bamboo hat and dripped on his eyes, like a teardrop slowly sliding down.

"The poor monk has his own place to go."

Xuan Qing said: "If Master doesn't go with us, then we don't need to take shelter from the rain."

Xue Lan looked at Xuan Qing: "Could it be..."

"That's right, if I'm not wrong, the master is the old man Tianji." Xuan Qing clasped his hands together.

The monk said: "What evidence does the donor have?"

Xuan Qing said: "There is no evidence, just a feeling."

The monk slowly raised his head, the rain was streaming down his ravine face, Xue Lan frowned indistinctly, and looked over with a sword.

With a flash of lightning, this face with all the disfigured features became more and more terrifying.

Elder Tianji lowered his head again, and said: "Monks don't tell lies, whatever the benefactor wants to ask, just ask."

Xue Lan looked at Xuan Qing, obviously letting him make up his mind.

Xuanqing picked up a wooden stick and drew the blood-letter totem that he saw in the village on the muddy ground.

"Dare to ask if the master has seen it?"

Old Man Tianji said, "I've seen it."

Xuan Qing asked: "If I continue to ask, what will happen to the Venerable?"

"Fold one foot and one hand."

"If you don't ask."

"Fold the common people in the world."

Xue Lan said: "It seems that the master already has the answer."

Xuanqing handed the stick to Yijian Jinghong, and Yijian Jinghong swung the stick to scratch out the totem on the ground and redraw a grasshopper.

Still ugly.

Xuan Qing smiled and said, "Let's go."

Xue Lan looked at Xuan Qing in disbelief: "Go, don't you want to pursue it?"

Xuan Qing said to him: "The common people in the world are never tied to one answer, let alone one foot and one hand. Let's go, let's find the answer by ourselves."

"Amitabha." Elder Tianji untied a bamboo plaque from his waist and handed it to Xuanqing, "When the benefactor wants to find the answer, he can come to the poor monk anytime."

Xuan Qing put away the bamboo tablet and said, "I hope we will never see each other again."

Old Man Tianji said: "I hope the benefactor can get his wish."

Xuan Qing pondered for a while and said, "Let's go."

Xue Lan followed behind and asked unwillingly: "Is it really gone like this?"

Xuanqing wiped the dirty rainwater from his forehead, looked back at the gradually disappearing figure, and said, "Actually, Elder Tianji has already given us half of the answer."

Xue Lan asked blankly, "When?"

"I asked him if he had seen the scarlet totem, and he replied that he had. It means two points, one is that this is not accidental but a long-planned thing. Second, someone has also gone up the mountain to ask him." Xuan Qing said, "We just have to find the previous guy who asked him."

Xue Lan pondered: "We don't have any clues about this person, so it's not easy to find him."

"Yeah," Xuan Qing said, "it's too difficult to find someone, but it shouldn't be too difficult to find a living sacrifice ceremony. Especially for you."

Xue Lan said: "Benefactor flattered me, I'm not very good at inquiring about news."

"How come, Brother Xue is being modest." Xuan Qing said, "I have never shown you the totem, but you know why Xuan Qing is looking for old man Tianji, you are really well informed."

The blood on Xue Lan's face faded, and her lips were wrinkled and white under the rain.

"Grandfather knows..."

Xuan Qing sighed: "Not much, there is still a little."

Xue Lan suddenly knelt on the ground upon hearing the words.

"Ben Gong, that's all I know, please believe me." Xue Lan looked at Xuan Qing eagerly and said, "I do have other purposes that I can't tell you, but I definitely don't intend to harm your benefactor."

Xuan Qing was startled, and quickly helped him up.

"What do you do, when did I doubt you."

Xue Lan bit her lower lip and said, "Benefactor just now..."

Xuan Qing looked at him silently, didn't he just praise him for being well-informed.

Xue Lan lowered her head: "I know what benefactor means, so I'll just pretend it never happened. I swear to God, I won't tell it!"

"..."

Xuan Qing didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he nodded indiscriminately, and wiped off the dirt on his knees, thinking that he would explain slowly when he had a chance.

During this period, Yijian Jinghong slapped Xuan Qing's hand off in dissatisfaction, and stared at Xue Lan without saying a word.

They took shelter from the rain in the hut for a while, and only returned to the foot of the mountain when the rain gradually subsided.

I found an inn, took a good hot bath, and changed into dry clothes. I finally felt comfortable.

Yi Jian Jinghong's hair was drenched behind him, and he wet his clothes after a short while. Xuan Qing had no choice but to use his internal force to help dry him. The long black hair was flowing in his hands. Xuan Qing saw his face full of contentment, Just put your hands on his head and give him a gentle massage.

Yi Jian Jing Hong leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, very obedient.

At this time, who would have thought that he was the number one swordsman in the world?

Once a sword is released, he is invincible in the world, and his talent is astonishing, unrivaled.

What was the original Yi Jian Hong like? Would he have the same personality as his senior brother?

Probably not the same.

The senior brother is naturally free and easy, and he can't stand Xuanqing by his side the most. He always complains that Xuanqing has been taught by his master to be rigid.

In the memory that Xuan Qing read, "I" practiced in seclusion according to the master's teachings, and lived in a simple way, while the senior brother ran down the mountain from time to time to wander the world, until the last time he went down the mountain 70 years ago, and when he came back, he would sleep forever .

The master said that he did not escape the robbery of love after all.

love...

The master taught Xuanqing that if you are ruthless, you will have no desires, and if you have no desires, you will be strong.

The senior brother told Xuanqing that love is too deep to live long, and life is easy to break.

Xuanqing only knows one word, and those who cultivate immortals must not touch it.

"Hiss..." Yi Jian Jinghong took a deep breath.

Xuan Qing withdrew his thoughts, looked at the blue silk wrapped around his fingers regretfully: "I hurt you."

Yijian Jinghong held Xuan Qing's hand, his well-shaped brows frowned, and when he turned his face, the sword energy rushed out.

Xue Lan pushed the door open with a smile and said, "Oops, I wanted to eavesdrop, but I was discovered so soon." However, there was no sign of "poor" on his face.

Yijian Jinghong turned his face away and ignored him, Xue Lan narrowed her peach eyes like a fox.

"Engong, my hair is not dry, can you wipe it for me?"

Xue Lan turned around, stroked her long hair, her white underclothes soaked in water stuck to her back, and her flesh-colored skin was faintly visible.

Xuan Qing ignored Yi Jian's frightening eyes, and said, "Of course."

Then he picked up the long cloth and draped it over his shoulders. During this period, he made a series of sword-shocking moves, and the sword energy swept across. Xuanqing broke his 24 palms and [-] swords to complete this short step.

So, when the long cloth was draped over Xue Lan's shoulders, Yi Jian Jinghong lay down on the bed and gave Xuan Qing a familiar back view.

Xue Lan laughed out loud, very happy.

"Hahaha……"

"All right."

"Aha?"

Xuan Qing said: "Hair is dry, Brother Xue can go back and rest."

Xue Lan stroked her hair: "That's it?"

Xuan Qing said: "Use your internal strength to dry quickly, and I'll dry your clothes for you too. Be careful next time, don't go out with only one piece of clothing, and be careful not to catch the wind and cold."

Xue Lan still maintained a smiling expression, standing in place as if she had been acupunctured.

Yijian Jinghong let out a short "ha" on the bed, and his gloat was beyond words.

Xuan Qing twisted a strand of his hair, touched it, and it was indeed dry, so he asked: "Is there anything else?"

Xue Lan smiled wryly, "It used to be, but now it doesn't."

Xuan Qing found that his words were becoming more and more incomprehensible, so he could only smile.

Xue Lan was defeated and said: "Then I will go first, and I will come back tomorrow to discuss important matters with Engong."

Xuan Qing watched him leave, closed the door and sat on the bed.Yijian Jinghong couldn't leave Xuanqing for a moment. Every night when he was sleeping in bed, Xuanqing sat in the corner of the bed and meditated. Occasionally in the middle of the night, he would cover the corner of the quilt for him. He was very vigilant and could open his eyes immediately. The dark pupils and Xuan Qing looked at each other for a moment, then slowly fell asleep again.

Xuan Qing stared at the birthmark in the corner of Yi Jian Jinghong's eyes, and was slightly fascinated. The time for cultivating immortals is extremely long. Will Yi Jian Jinghong remember him when he regains his sanity? The "self" after a hundred years will remember Yi Jian Jing again Hong?

The torrent of time always pushes people forward irresistibly, and they can only obey.

Yijian Jinghong turned over, Xuan Qing smiled softly, why should he be a mediocre cannon fodder, let's live well first and then talk about it.

What will happen tomorrow, you will know tomorrow.