Cannon Fodder False Young Master Awakens To God [Wearing Books]

Taking the lead, the third-line disciple rushed into the room viciously, holding an axe, "Zichen! Zichen! Are you okay! Brother Zaiqing is here to save you—huh?"

In the room, Jiang Changning sat cross-legged on the edge of the hospital bed to practice exercises, while Qu Zichen stood aside and bent slightly towards the head of the bed.

Qu Ziqing rushed in.

Qu Zichen kept bending over and turned his head back with great effort, staring at Qu Ziqing quietly.

Qu Ziqing was stunned, her eyes drifted away from Qu Zichen and the strange man on the bed: "Then what..."

Jiang Changning got off the bed, stood up straight, and introduced himself politely: "Hello, my name is Jiang Changning."

Qu Zaiqing frowned suddenly, then relaxed slowly.

He propped the ax on the ground, "Young Master Yimai, Jiang Changning?"

There was also a group of Sanmai disciples following to see him. They were crowded behind Qu Zaiqing, but now they heard the word "Jiang Changning" and they immediately started making a fuss.

Qu Hanguang spread the news of "Jiang Changning's death" to the uproar. You only need to listen to a little gossip after dinner to know about it.

The dead come back to life?

They squeezed forward with great effort, their eyes wide open, wanting to see the true face of the young master of the lineage.

Seeing all these gossipers sneaking in, Qu Zichen turned dark and shouted, "Get out! No one is allowed to come in without permission!"

The crowd who poked their heads just now shrank back cowardly.

Calm returned to the room.

Looking at Qu Zichen's wrinkled and red-spotted face, Qu Zaiqing knew he was wrong, and shrank his neck, "I'm sorry...there are rumors that you are being threatened to come to the alchemy room, so I rushed to the alchemy room without thinking too much." coming."

Qu Zichen almost laughed angrily: "What is this all about? Obviously I pulled him here!"

Qu Zaiqing moved a small bench and sat down, not confident enough to say: "They described it so vividly, and Aunt Yue and Aunt Zhou are also here, so I came to have a look without worrying."

Qu Zichen's face turned from red to black.

After being backlashed by the red snake fire, he didn't like to get close to people wherever he went. This rare excitement probably made many people think in the wrong direction.

Jiang Changning walked over with a smile, patted Qu Zichen on the shoulder and said, "Relax, it just gives me a chance to formally appear in front of the Qu family.

Qu Zichen frowned: "The master and Qu Hanguang have been targeting you."

"It's okay." Jiang Changning easily opened his arms, opened the closed door, and said with a smile, "Let him come."

The door opened, and a group of Sanmai disciples were standing in the small courtyard, looking over excitedly.

Mu San and Qu Yuan were also there, one with a dark face and the other with closed eyes, looking a little complicated.

Jiang Changning nodded slightly to them, and then smiled at the others: "Hi, I'm Jiang Changning. I'm very glad to be back at my home to meet you."

The Sanmai disciples stared at him with scrutiny and curiosity.

Someone couldn't wait to ask: "Patriarch Qu said you were trapped to death in the Red Mountain Range, how did you get out?"

The rest of the people swiped over, their faces full of curiosity.

Jiang Changning recalled Qu Hanguang's hands and feet on the red mountain, and said while recalling, "Maybe...he has a memory problem?"

Obviously there is something wrong with his brain, and he dared to say that he had killed him without even seeing the corpse.

Mu San snorted, and took a step forward: "Our young master comes out as he likes, everyone is here, and you are still thinking about Qu Hanguang's nonsense, if you have this little time to spare, why don't you go to practice!"

He blew his eyebrows and stared, and spoke in a rough and fierce voice, cursing: "Go to practice!"

The disciples of the three veins who were onlookers immediately disappeared like birds and beasts scattered.

Mu San turned back to look at Jiang Changning, and asked whether to smile or not: "Young Master, are you planning to go out for a few steps?"

Jiang Changning blinked, "I've slept for a long time, it's more comfortable to go out and take a few steps."

Mu San listened and nodded, clapping the ashes with both hands, "Okay then, Qu Yuan and I will make arrangements, the matter here is over, the young master can go back to the room, and come to you after the arrangements are made."

He didn't ask Qu Zichen why he was so excited to pull Jiang Changning over, and made the entire Qu family mansion inoperable.

After seeking Jiang Changning's opinion, Mu San dragged Qu Yuan away, and by the way glared at the Sanmai disciple who was still lingering outside the courtyard.

The whole courtyard fell silent again. Qu Zichen walked out of the room, frowning, worried: "Your level..."

Jiang Changning stretched his muscles and said relaxedly, "Participating in the Qu Family Competition is enough."

Qu Zichen's frowned eyebrows still didn't relax.

Jiang Changning turned to look at him, and said with a light smile, "Forgot that I still have Qingshi poison? I can't beat him, but I can still poison him."

Qu Zichen pursed his lips, as if he believed this sentence.

Jiang Changning raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head, "It's time to get rid of the marks on your face, it's to detoxify you, and it's not for you to scare people."

Qu Zichen curled his mouth even higher, shook his head vigorously, and shook his hand away: "I want you to take care of it!"

He hugged his arms and snorted, "I understand now. You refused to call me Senior Brother before, so you were waiting for me to call you Brother? It's a good idea!"

After finishing speaking, Qu Zichen wiped his face vigorously, wiping away the tears that he had lost his composure just now.

Then changed the sadness and downfall just now, stomped back to the alchemy room, and closed the door heavily.

After closing the door, he suddenly opened it again, revealing a fluffy head.

Qu Zichen stared at Jiang Changning: "The disciples in the twenties of the Qu family have more or less old wounds on their bodies. The elixir I made before is only enough for the disciples of the third line, and the first line can't take care of it." Come on, if you have nothing to do, make a few more potions of pills!"

As the room was closed, several sheets of paper were also thrown out.

Jiang Changning caught the lightly falling paper, glanced at it, and smiled.

Bai Han commented: "Some people are hard-spoken and soft-hearted."

The paper recorded in detail the pills needed by Yimai, as well as the accumulated injuries and recovery methods of Yimai disciples.

As Qu Zichen said, he always wanted to heal the disciples of the first line, but only caring about the third line took all his energy.

Jiang Changning recalled the rumors in the alchemy club that Qu Zichen practiced alchemy day and night, and then looked at the hundreds of kinds of elixirs and injuries on this paper, and marked Qu Hanguang with the word "death" in his heart.

Although the Qu family's mansion is called a mansion, it is actually a small tribe. The three veins are relatively close to the first vein, and it takes nearly an hour to come and go.

Ermai has all moved to the side of the main house, while Simai left the Qu family mansion, opened up mountains and fields beside it, and built a city that is not small in size.Not only that, Simai also opened the gates of the city to invite pedestrians and business travelers to settle in. After several years of development, it has become a small city-state.Judging from the living area, Simai had long planned to occupy the mountain and build a city for the king.

Sanmai has the financial background, and opened a few pieces of land to the side for training.

The worst thing was Yimai. Even the training ground was piled up with soil, and it fell apart after a fight. As a result, Yimai didn't have much daily training, only bounty missions to live and die in actual combat.

The courtyard of the Qu family.

Several fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys ran into the training platform made of loess, and shouted in a hurry: "Brother Zifan! Brother Zifan! Are you there? We heard something terrible!"

As the leader of the younger generation, Qu Zifan usually spends half of his time teaching the rest of the disciples.

Hearing the voice, he raised his sharp eyebrows, and then told his disciples who were training under him: "You have to keep your arms steady. If you can't keep them steady, add a few buckets of water. Your balance ability is too poor."

Qu Zifan turned around and walked back, passing by a disciple who was being trained, he gave a warning.

"Brother Qi, go out for a walk if you have nothing to do. You are partial to the vitality of the wood system, and getting in touch with flowers and plants is beneficial to your cultivation."

"Zaiyuan, take it easy, it's hard to comprehend the magic of fantasy, don't be in a hurry, don't trap yourself in it."

"Amao!! I told you not to use brute force, don't use brute force! That's not how you practiced softly just now—forget it, just take a rest and wait for me, and I'll show you again when I come back later."

"Uh..." The disciples being trained were actually a year or two older than Qu Zifan, and they were generally in their 20s, but they were willing to be taught by Qu Zifan, and they nodded repeatedly to express their memory.

In the open-air and rudimentary training ground, Qu Zifan gave instructions one by one, and the voice spread softly, making the young boys waiting at the edge of the field subconsciously clenched their fists.

Someone murmured, "What if the young master seizes Brother Zifan's power?"

"No way... Uncle Mu San wouldn't recognize such a young master!"

"How do you know it won't? Uncle Mu could endure the way Qu Bingyun oppressed us before, isn't it because he was the young master of the direct line before?"

"That's right! Qu Bingyun snatched brother Zifan's training resources before, otherwise brother Zifan would have reached the fifth level of Golden Core!"

"No! Brother Zifan has been leading us to practice, so don't listen to that person."

"What young master! I don't care about it!"

"Uh..." When Qu Zifan came over, he saw a few young boys with their heads lowered and biting their ears, with indignant expressions on their faces.

Qu Zifan raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, raised his hands to rub the tops of his heads, and said affectionately: "What's the matter? Didn't you give you a day off? Why are you still excitedly coming to the training ground?"

Several teenagers looked at each other.

The oldest little guy raised his head, with the little balls dangling on top of his head, he said very unwillingly: "Brother Zifan, the young master is back! He is now in the alchemy courtyard of Sanmai."

"Ok?"

Qu Zifan rubbed the hand on his ball head, his expression remained unchanged, he continued to smile and pressed down lightly, "Is the young master Jiang Changning? I understand, is there anything else?"

The young boy wrinkled his big eyes: "Brother Zifan, when he comes back, does he want us to listen to the master again?"

Qu Zifan raised his long eyebrows, his narrow eyes showed a bit of unruliness, "Don't worry, with Uncle Mu and Brother Qu Yuan here, they won't let this kind of thing happen again."

The little boy was still pouted, and he seemed quite unwilling to accept this young master who appeared out of nowhere.

In fact, they were not the only ones, and Qu Zifan was not willing to accept it.

From the Qu family line up to now, there is no one who is not a bloody brother who once fought side by side. Everyone hugs tightly, and it is difficult to accept a person's airborne.

If it wasn't for Qu Ling's enlightenment on the way back, he would probably be upset too.

Patting the shoulders of a few young boys, Qu Zifan comforted them away, and then went back to supervise the training.

The return of Jiang Changning, the young lord of the same line, caused an uproar.

From the time when the young boys came at noon, until the moon was high and everyone left after training in the evening, Qu Zifan could still hear other people's discussions. It was undoubtedly not discussing what would happen after the return of the young master.

The wind in spring is still a bit cold.

Qu Zifan looked back at the moon, gathered his collar, and walked towards his small yard.

The disciples who left the training ground slowed down a bit before they learned the shocking news.

However shocking it may be, at one point they wanted to go with the rest.

Qu Zifan is the leader of the younger generation, and he is the "young master" they recognize.

Now that the real young master has appeared, where should Qu Zifan be placed, and how should the resources that were originally biased towards Qu Zifan be divided? !

All the people who have been cultivating under the careful guidance of Qu Zifan have already shifted their balance to the Outer Continent.

After training in the evening, they watched Qu Zifan leave in a hurry.

The cold moonlight seemed to be dim around him.

A very tall disciple stood up, and there was an obvious yellow scar on his left forehead, which spread from the left temple to the eyebrow, like a burn.

He said worriedly: "Zifan's resources were robbed by Qu Bingyun back then, and now he finally returned to normal, and another young master came, what is this?"

A short-haired female disciple next to her lowered her head and wiped the dagger. The movement was extremely fast, and the luster of the dagger fluttered between her fingers.

Hearing this, she whispered, "I only recognize Zifan."

"Me too!" The slightly skinny young man beside him stood up.

He rubbed his swollen eyes, and when he opened them again, the pupils were dark, and the light at the bottom of the pupils was slack.

Listening to them talking, someone shouted: "Otherwise, let's do this. If the young master has some skills, we will recognize his name, and we can talk about whether we want to fully admit it or not."

The big man with the obvious prickly head jumped up, with his shiny bald head on his head, he said quickly: "That's it! Let's go and try him, if he works, we'll admit it, and by the way, show Zifan a prestige to let him He knows Zifan is not easy to bully!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Fantasy!" The big man moved his fingers, and his bones rattled, "Didn't Qu Hanguang say that he was trapped to death by the phantom beast? Let's try to see if he escaped by himself!"

As he spoke, he looked at the young man with dark eyes, and suggested, "Zai Yuan, how is your illusion of recalling memories? Use it?"

The author says:

I didn't have time to do something today, so I just caught up now, sorry sorry!

Good night--