What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

"Finally arrived at Tianyu City."

"After two days on the boat, I'm sick to death."

On the cold river, a Dharma boat powered by spiritual power slowly sailed into the ferry of Tianyu City.

The Tianyu City Ferry was crowded with people, and several long-term workers were carrying goods.

Two Guixin Sect Master Peak disciples in snow clothes with jade beads hanging from their waists stood on the bow of the dharma boat, staring at the Tianyu City Ferry and complaining in a low voice.

There was a chill in Jiangdukou, and while he was breathing and talking, his lungs were soaked in water vapor.

The two complained for a while, stepped on the deck, turned and walked to the cabin on the French boat, and raised their hands to knock on the leftmost cabin door.

"Eldest brother, Tianyu City has arrived."

No response.

The two frowned, raised their hands and knocked again: "Brother, Tianyu City has arrived!"

The two knocked outside the Yuezhangzhi cabin for a long time, but they didn't hear any sound. They frowned impatiently. They raised their hands and broke open the hatch, and went straight into the cabin.

"I said, big brother, what are you doing? It's fine if you don't come out to look at the imperial boat these two days, why are you still shrinking when Tianyu City arrives?"

The unfinished words of the two were stuck in their throats, and they both looked at the young man curled up on the cabin bed in astonishment.

The cabin was well lit, and the young man was just like them, dressed in a snow suit with large blue sparks embroidered on his robe, and a jade bead strung with red thread hanging on his slender waist.

He didn't wear the all-white mask, and he curled up with his back facing them. His black hair was messed up like ink on the snow-white silk quilt, and the hand on the side of his head was tightly clutching the silk quilt, as if he was enduring something in pain.

The two were startled, they reacted, put away their astonishment, and immediately walked quickly towards the bed.

Although Yue Zhezhi is the senior brother of Guixin Sect, his cultivation is only at the early stage of foundation establishment, he is ordinary, even worse than an inner sect disciple.

——It is said that Yue Zhezhi was a genius when he was young, but he didn't know when, maybe because his talent was exhausted, he plummeted, and he no longer had the glory of his youth.

Most people in Guixin Sect don't recognize Yue Zhezhi as a big brother nowadays.

Including the two of them, they don't recognize this senior brother very much.

But it doesn't matter if you don't recognize it or not. After all, you have been in the same family for many years, and you can't just watch the other party obviously feel uncomfortable and ignore it.

The two of them walked quickly to the bedside to check Yue Zhezhi's physical condition, but the white mask placed on the bed cabinet flew up at this moment, covering Yue Zhezhi's face before they saw it.

Two people: ""

"Eldest senior brother, when is it?" Seeing this, the two frowned and said, bending over to remove the mask of the broken moon branch, "If you still cover your face, aren't you afraid that your body won't be able to take it?"

Yue Zhezhi always wears a mask. No one has ever seen his real face. There are rumors that he is extremely ugly, so he dare not show it to others.

"Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Bei, I'm fine."

Yue Zhezhi panted/breathed heavily, his fingers clenched the corner of the quilt even more, and then loosened it quickly. He got up from the bed, preventing Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng from taking off his mask.Then, with a snap of his fingers, a snow-colored headband that came out of nowhere scrambled around his hair three or two times, and brushed his sweaty temple hair dry.

"It's just a little seasick, I can sleep well." Yue Zhezhi's voice was a little tired, as if he was really sleeping.

"Is that so?" Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng looked at him silently.

Yue Zhezhi felt terrified at the sight of their patrolling eyes. He used his spiritual energy, forcibly suppressed his body and felt uncomfortable. He intentionally interrupted their patrolling gazes and asked:

"What do you want me to do?"

Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng curled their lips when they heard him ask what they were doing, "We're in Tianyu City."

"So fast?"

Bei Ansheng waved his hands and said, "Two days, how fast? It's so slow, I've never fainted like this in my life."

Yue Zhezhi didn't talk to Bei Ansheng whether it was fast or slow, he took out a note, and wrote two words neatly on the note.

[Already arrived at Tianyu City, location: Tianxiang Building]

"Let's go, go to Tianyu City Tianxiang Building, where is the little junior waiting for us." Yue Zhezhi raised the note in his hand, took the sword, and walked out of the cabin first.

Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng saw him walking out of the cabin quickly and wanted to follow. At this moment, they smelled a scent.Chasing the scent, the two grabbed the silk quilt on the bed.

The silk quilt is stained with rich fragrance.

The fragrance is hard to tell what it is, it is clear and light, a little sweet, smelling it carefully, it also makes the mouth dry.

The aroma disappeared after a few breaths.

"Where did this incense come from?" Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng looked at each other, and they both saw the puzzlement in each other's eyes.

After thinking for a while, the two still couldn't figure out where the incense came from, so they could only give up the answer, put down the silk quilt, turned their heads and walked out of the cabin.

Yue Zhezhi, Li Chao, and Bei Ansheng came to Tianyu City to pick up their juniors at the order of their master.

Many years ago, the master came out to exterminate demons and took in a junior brother.

The junior brother has been practicing outside, and everyone in the Guixin Sect has never seen him, and they don't even know his name.

Maybe the master told him what his name was, but it took too long, and it was just a name, and no one cared about it.

Yue Zhezhi also didn't take this little junior brother seriously, if the master hadn't said that he would go to participate in the secret realm experience without leaving the clan to pick up the junior junior brother who had finished his training, he wouldn't have gone out to pick up the junior junior brother even if he was killed.

He has not been a monk for five years.

Not staying in the sect is not because he likes to stay in the sect, but because he wants to hide from the protagonist, Rong Yan.

Fifteen years ago, Yue Zhezhi came back from modern times, and found that he was a cannon fodder in "Supreme", who was unlucky everywhere due to extremely bad luck, and finally died tragically.

Suddenly discovering his fate, Yue Zhezhi was unwilling to end, he hesitated for a long time, his heart darkened, and decided to cheat Rong Yan a little bit of luck to change his fate.

He found the young Rong Yan, took off his mask, carefully created a fake identity for himself as a casual cultivator, deliberately approached Rong Yan, and tried to please Rong Yan in every way.

Rong Yan was indifferent and alienated, not humane.

Yue Zhezhi worked diligently to please his company for ten years, and finally got his wish and cheated luck.

——It was actually an accident to cheat luck. He didn't want to cheat Rong Yan's luck at that time, but because he was drunk and his mind was not clear, he took Rong Yan to drink together, and then cheated Rong Yan of a little luck .

After waking up, Yue Zhezhi was overwhelmed with regret, fearful and panicked, he made up a lie about going home to get married, threw away his vest, and hid back to the sect overnight.

Before hiding back to the sect, Yue Zhezhi also racked his brains to fabricate a letter to go home and get married in an attempt to confuse Rong Yan. He has a fiancée, and he didn't steal a relationship to cheat his luck. He was drunk and dreaming.

Rong Yan, the hero of the ruthless way, has been ridiculed by thousands of readers. In the tens of millions of words of "Supreme", he has never softened his hand once, and he can be called the best interpreter of the ruthless way.

Yue Zhezhi was afraid that he would find out that he was cheating on luck, so he turned his face ruthlessly and killed him to show his righteousness.

From the day he ran back to the sect, Yue Zhezhi had been hiding in the sect for five years. He originally planned to hide for another 50 years, until Rong Yan forgot that he was such an inconspicuous little cannon fodder, and then appeared in the sect.

Unexpectedly, the master asked him to leave the sect to pick up his junior brother.

Stopping the boat at the ferry of Tianyu City, Yue Zhezhi put away the note, and reluctantly walked quickly to Tianxiang Tower with Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng.

Tianyu City is very prosperous, there are stalls on both sides of the road, the three of Yue Zhezhi walked through the stalls, followed the map, and found Tianxianglou directly.

Tianxiang Tower is close to the moat, and the leaves of the willow trees by the moat have basically fallen, and the dark branches hang down in the water, reflecting a blurred brown.

"Finally, we've arrived at Tianxiang Tower." Bei Ansheng said.

Yue Zhezhi looked up at the elegant Tianxiang Building sandwiched among the willow trees, nodded in agreement, and at the same time heaved a long sigh of relief.

Everything went smoothly, he didn't meet the water demon, and he didn't run into Rong Yan unfortunately, except that when he was approaching Tianyu City, Luding's physique suddenly broke out and he felt a little uncomfortable.

The furnace physique, especially the superior furnace physique that would be robbed by various exposures like him, would occur almost every once in a while.

In fact, the seizures are not serious when you are just an adult, or you don’t feel it. It’s just that if you don’t pass the dual cultivation, your cultivation will improve very slowly.

But recently, I don’t know what’s wrong. The physical attack time is becoming more and more irregular, and it’s difficult to suppress it with medication.

Yue Zhezhi was bored when he thought of having a physical attack, so he pressed the matter to the bottom of his heart, and walked into Tianxiang Tower with Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng, who were almost relieved.

Don't think about it for now, the most urgent thing is to receive the junior brother.

In the private room of Tianxiang Building, the paper puppet was quietly grinding ink for the white-haired young man. It was grinding for a while, and when it heard a knock on the door, it put down the ink softly, walked to the door, and opened the door.

"What is it?" asked the paper puppet.

Outside the door was Tianxianglou Xiaoer in a dark green cross-collar robe. Hearing the paper puppet's question, he raised his head and looked at the paper puppet in shock.

This was the first time he had seen a paper puppet. This puppet was almost as tall as a real person and could walk and talk.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he didn't answer, the paper puppet asked again.

Xiao Er immediately regained his composure, withdrew his shocked gaze, bowed and said, "The eldest disciple of Guixin Sect Master Peak and the twelfth and thirteenth disciples are here to pick you up, and they are in the lobby below."

"Understood." The paper puppet responded, it closed the door, walked to the desk, picked up the ink, and continued to grind the ink in the inkstone.

"My lord, the Guixin Sect is here, and they are in the lobby below."

A narrow cold wind blew in from the unclosed window, and the young man's snow-white hair was curled up a few strands by the wind. With his back straight, he sat upright at the desk and wrote the formation.

Looking from the side, one can see his slightly pale lips, drooping crow black long eyelashes, and a straight bridge of nose.

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyes and said calmly, "Tell them to come up and wait, the formation has not been finished yet."

Upon hearing this, the paper puppet immediately put down the ink and exited the private room: "Yes."

Yue Zhezhi, Lin Chao, and Bei Ansheng sat in the overcrowded lobby of Tianxiang Building, waiting for this so-called junior brother.

After waiting for a while, I didn't see anyone.

Bei Ansheng frowned. He thought of something, slapped the table and stood up abruptly: "It's broken, the younger brother won't disobey the teacher's order, so he ran away?"

Something happened to the younger brother during his training, the master was worried about his safety, and ordered him to end his training and return to the sect, but he himself was unwilling to return to the sect, and it was said that he had argued with the master for a long time about returning to the sect.

"It's possible." Lin Chao also frowned.

Yue Zhezhi sat back on the armchair, unfolded the note and looked at it: "Wait a minute, if you really run away"

Yue Zhezhi paused, "He can't escape."

Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng looked at Yue Zhezhi in unison: "Elder brother, what do you mean?"

The three were talking, when a paper puppet came in front of them. It looked at Yue Zhezhi wearing a mask, bent down, lowered its head, and said, "Three senior brothers, my master invites you to sit in the elegant room."

The three of Yue Zhezhi immediately recognized that the son mentioned by the paper puppet was their so-called junior brother.

Covering his exploration of the paper puppet, Yue Zhezhi stopped shaking the armchair, stood up, his white mask was particularly eye-catching: "What are you doing, Junior Brother? Why do you want us to go to the meeting instead of returning to the sect with us directly."

The paper puppet still lowered its head: "Young master is writing the formation, but the formation has not been completed yet, so please come up and sit down."

It paused, and added: "Young master will naturally return to the clan with the three after finishing writing the formation."

Yue Zhezhi frowned slightly, lifted the armchair, and motioned for the paper puppet to lead the way. "Junior brother has said this, so we naturally have to be considerate. All right, lead the way, let's go up and have a meeting, and take a look at what formation the younger brother has compiled."

Lin Chao and Bei Ansheng looked at each other, their eyes fell on the paper puppet, and they also nodded: "Eldest brother is right."

The three of them followed the paper puppets upstairs and came to the private room of Tianxiang Building.

The private room in Tianxiang Building is well lit and burns incense.

The cold cedar fragrance reminds people of pine forests surrounded by white snow.

Yue Zhezhi liked this kind of cold fragrance very much, before the paper puppet invited him in, he walked into the private room before the paper puppet.

In the private room, the junior brother sat in front of the window and compiled the formation.

Yue Zhezhi didn't know why, the moment he saw the junior brother, he felt familiar from his back.

Like extremely tolerant.

When his eyes touched the snow-white hair of the junior brother who was half tied up with a hosta and scattered behind his back, Yue Zhezhi dispelled the familiarity.

It was said in "Supreme" that Rong Yan has black hair from head to toe, it is impossible for him to have white hair.

He must have thought too much. After deceiving Rong Rongyan, he was so guilty that everyone looked like him.

"Little brother is young, but his hair is gray."

Yue Zhezhi walked a few steps away from the young man and stopped.He crossed his arms, and followed the youthful white hair to the inkstone on the desk with his gaze.

"Just now I heard the puppet say that you are writing a formation, what kind of formation are you writing, can you show it to me, a big brother."

The wolf hair that was writing stopped and landed on the snow-white rice paper. Black ink overflowed from the wolf hair, like blood or venom, smudged on the rice paper, soaking the rice paper made of plants as raw materials.

The young man paused for a moment, and knocked down the wolf hair with his sickly white fingers. He stood up and looked sideways at Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi saw the young man's face clearly when he looked sideways at him.

Immediately, Yue Zhezhi's whole body became cold, as if someone had thrown a basin of ice water over his head.

Rong Rongyan? !