When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Has the leader of Mingjiao changed?

In exchange for Fan Yao, who is ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to others?

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes turned slightly, and she looked up and down at Fan Yao in front of her.

Although Fan Yao's appearance has been ruined, his demeanor is hard to ignore. His gestures are full of chic and coquettish. It is not difficult to imagine him and Yang Xiao many years ago, who were called the two immortals of Xiaoyao.

Zhou Zhiruo said: "Then congratulations to Master Fan."

Working with such a person is much better than working with Zhang Wuji.

Fan Yao acted vigorously and vigorously, Zhang Wuji was indecisive, Fan Yao ruined his voice and face for the great cause of fighting against Yuan, Zhang Wuji for the great cause of fighting against Yuan, oh, Zhang Wuji in the book retired with Zhao Min in the end, and threw the leader to Yang Xiao and let it go.

If she was a disciple of the Ming Cult, she would prefer to follow a leader who has her own opinions and will not be swayed by others' words, rather than a leader who tolerates all kinds of enemies because of her children's personal relationship, and even runs away with the enemy in the end.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, and Fan Yao said, "Master Zhou is being polite."

"The Lion Slaying Conference will be held in a few days. I wonder if Master Zhou will participate?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "Of course I'm going."

She has already arranged to attack the Yuan people. The beggar gang disciples only need to follow her arrangement to overthrow the Yuan family and restore the Han family. Many disciples of the beggar gang are going to fight. It is not interesting for her to stay in Xiangyang City , It's better to join in the fun at the Lion Slaying Conference.

The Lion Slaying Conference was held by Shaolin Temple, and all the sects of the Jianghu were invited. It was a good time for her to show her skills and make a name for herself.

The arrival of the woman in yellow shirt last time made her a little bit of a limelight, but there are only a small number of martial arts people in Xiangyang City. How can it be enough that only a few people have seen her demeanor?

What she wants is the world's guest clothes, the four seas return her heart.

After Fan Yao became the leader of Mingjiao, he reorganized the internal affairs of Mingjiao and joined forces with Zhou Zhiruo's gang of beggars.

Disciples of the Ming Cult and the Beggars' Clan spread all over the world. After the two combined into one army, their momentum became even stronger.

Most of them are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they will be impossible to capture for a while. Zhou Zhiruo is not in a hurry, and asks the disciples of the Beggar Clan to camp around.

Chen Youliang led the disciples of the Beggars' Clan, and Zhu Yuanzhang was the vanguard of the Mingjiao. Both of them were good at leading soldiers and fighting, so they had plenty of topics to talk about together.

Zhu Yuanzhang was rescued several times by Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo, and he was very grateful for their life-saving grace, but compared with the great cause of the great plan, the great cause of the grand plan is obviously more important.

Chen Youliang was originally an extremely smart person, and when he met similar people, his shrewdness was brought to the extreme, but with just a few words, he could figure out Zhu Yuanzhang's temperament.

The candlelight in the military tent was dim, Chen Youliang took a sip of wine by the candlelight, reached out and patted Zhu Yuanzhang on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, it is good to have ambition. If a man has no ambition, what is the difference between him and a walking dead?"

"But ambition is not the same thing as the idea that you shouldn't have it. Some people are invincible."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes froze, Chen Youliang put down his wine glass, walked to the hanging map, pointed at the map, and told Zhou Zhiruo's deployment to the world.

The night wind was blowing, and the sound of soldiers changing guard came from outside the camp.

Being crushed in all directions made Zhu Yuanzhang break out in a cold sweat.

Chen Youliang smiled and said: "I used to be the same as you, I didn't want the highest position, but since she turned out to be born, my ambition, my great career, is doomed to be nothing, not worth mentioning."

"It was she who made me recognize myself, what to do, what not to do, what to do, and what not to do."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face changed slightly, and he returned to normal in a short while, and said: "Brother Chen is a disciple of the Beggars' Clan, so he naturally speaks for the Beggars' Clan. The head of Zhou has won the world, and the Beggars' Clan is the hero of the founding of the country."

"But my Mingjiao disciples also bleed and fight on the battlefield, so why should we surrender the world?"

Chen Youliang poured a glass of wine, handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang, and said with a smile, "By virtue of Mingjiao, the current leader is Fan Yao, not Zhang Wuji."

The wine in the wine glass swirled for a while, Chen Youliang's eyes flashed, Zhu Yuanzhang drank the wine sullenly, and stopped talking.

——The meaning in Chen Youliang's words couldn't be more obvious, if he doesn't understand, then all these years of life will be in vain.

When the leader of Mingjiao was Zhang Wuji, he might be able to usurp the position of leader of Mingjiao because of Zhang Wuji's gentle temperament, and even for thousands of miles in the future, but the current leader of Mingjiao is Fan Yao.

That Fan Yao who was cruel to himself and even more cruel to others.

If you want to take something from Fan Yao, you are afraid that you will lose your life, but you will not enjoy it.

Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes, Chen Youliang poured the wine again, and said with a smile, "Master Zhou is a kind person, and he will not treat you harshly."

Zhu Yuanzhang let out a long sigh, and drank the wine in his glass again.

After drinking for three rounds, an urgent letter from Fan Yao came from outside the tent.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up in a daze, took the letter in the messenger's hand, opened it, and suddenly woke up from the drunkenness, turned his face little by little, and went to see Chen Youliang who was still sitting at the wine table drinking and eating.

Seeing this, Chen Youliang put down his chopsticks and said, "What did your teacher say in the letter?"

Zhu Yuanzhang handed over the letter in his hand and said, "Look for yourself."

Chen Youliang took a look at it, and laughed loudly: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty, and your leader is not immune."

"It's just a pity. Sect Leader Zhou loves beauty. Before your leader's face was disfigured, there might be some chances. Now that his face is disfigured and hideous, Sect Leader Zhou may not be willing to look at your leader more."

"There is an extremely handsome Song Shaoxia next to the head of Kuang Zhou." Chen Youliang laughed unceasingly, hugging Zhu Yuanzhang's shoulders, and said with a low voice, "I only want to tell you this, don't spread it out." .”

"Although the two of you don't have the name of husband and wife, you have the reality of husband and wife. Your family leader may have no chance."

Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Chen Youliang was chewing her own tongue behind her back, and she was leading the Emei disciples and Wudang people on the way to Songshan Shaolin Temple.

The people of Yuan Dynasty retreated to Dadu, and were unable to send their troops to the south. The martial arts in the Central Plains lost the threat of Yuan people, and the Lion Slaying Conference in Shaolin Temple was held with great vigor.

Along the way, Zhou Zhiruo met many martial arts people who participated in the Lion Slaying Conference. The Beggar Gang was the main force that overthrew the Yuan Dynasty.

There are Wudang heroes accompanying him, Song Qingshu is mostly with Wudang disciples, Mo Shenggu often teases Song Qingshu, asking when he will propose marriage to Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Qing's writing was reddish, Song Yuanqiao clapped his hands and laughed, looking at Zhou Zhiruo who was talking to Emei disciples in the distance, the more satisfied he looked.

Yu Lianzhou glanced at Fan Yao on the other side, and Fan Yao's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Zhou Zhiruo, with a half smile on his face.

Yu Lianzhou said casually: "Master Zhou is a strange woman in the world, and there are countless people who admire her. Qingshu, I'm afraid you may not be able to embrace the beauty smoothly."

Song Qingshu took a sip of water, frowned and looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

Fan Yao sent Mingjiao disciples to give Zhou Zhiruo a box of snacks. Zhou Zhiruo smiled, thanked Fan Yao, and distributed the delicate snacks to the Emei disciples.

Song Qingshu's fingers holding the water glass tightened slightly.

There were no Yuan soldiers in the way, and everyone arrived at Songshan Mountain soon.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a little novice monk who specially receives them, leading everyone to rest in the side room in the mountain, and it will not be too late to climb the mountain again tomorrow morning.

Everyone rested in their respective rooms. Song Qingshu walked out of the room to find Zhou Zhiruo in another courtyard. As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw Fan Yao's figure flying across the roof and flying towards the place where Zhou Zhiruo lived.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and chased after him.

Fan Yao often gave things to the Emei disciples, but within a few days, the Emei disciples got to know each other quite well.

Seeing Fan Yao's arrival, Bei Yi hurried up to meet her, and said with a smile, "Master Fan may have to wait for a while, my head has guests."

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "Zhang Wuji?"

Bei Yi said: "Nothing can be hidden from Master Fan."

Fan Yao walked into the yard alone, and said, "It just so happens that I also came here for this matter."

When Bei Yi heard what Fan Yao said, she almost didn't stop him, so she led him in.

Song Qingshu, who was hiding in the shadow, saw this scene, pursed his thin lips, jumped up, and followed silently.

Bei Yi brought Fan Yao outside Zhou Zhiruo's room, Zhang Wuji's gentle voice came from the room: "Zhiruo, I only have one in my heart, you were in the past, you are now, and you will be in the future."

"I just hope that you will remember the kindness of the past and save my adoptive father."

Hearing this, Fan Yao kicked the door open and strode in.

Bei Yi was always winking, she walked up to the door and closed it, pretending she didn't see anything.

Zhang Wuji heard footsteps just now, but he didn't know that the person was Fan Yao, let alone that Fan Yao would kick the door in at this time, and said with a look of surprise on his face, "Fan You...no, Master Fan?"

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhang Wuji and said, "Remembering the kindness from the past? How could I not know what kindness my fiancée has with you?"

Zhang Wuji was slightly taken aback, and could hardly believe his ears: "You...you, Zhiruo...this..."

Song Qingshu on the roof was also absent-minded for a moment.

The night wind blew past, Fan Yao glanced at the roof seemingly inadvertently, and continued: "The matter between me and Zhiruo was intended to wait until the Yuanshi was expelled, and then hold the wedding, but you are stalking me now, so I can't help it." Stop talking."

Zhou Zhiruo almost laughed out loud.

She knew that Fan Yao had annoyed Zhang Wuji because of Zhang Wuji's unstable temperament, but she didn't know that Fan Yao would stab Zhang Wuji in the heart like this.

There is nothing more heart-wrenching than taking your position and stealing the woman you like.

Zhou Zhiruo half-truthfully said: "Wuji, I just met you once in Hanshui when I was young, and we can't talk about kindness. You'd better speak clearly, so that others won't misunderstand you."

Zhang Wuji felt as if struck by lightning, his gentle face was as pale as paper in an instant.

Song Qingshu on the roof closed his eyes, his chest heaving slightly.

Fan Yao took the opportunity to fan the flames: "Wuji, the night is getting dark, you should leave earlier. Although the Lion King made a big mistake in his early years, he is still a member of my Ming Cult. As the leader of Ming Cult, I will not die without saving my life. "

Zhang Wuji trembled slightly, Fan Yao glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, smiled teasingly, and said, "Based on my relationship with Zhiruo, it would be more suitable for me to ask Zhiruo to play Sandu."

The night wind was rustling, Zhang Wuji's head was buzzing, only Fan Yao's words "My relationship with Zhiruo" remained between the heavens and the earth, Zhang Wuji's figure swayed, and he said in a trembling voice: "I'm the one who bothered Mrs. Fan. "

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he stumbled out of the house.

The candles were flickering in the room, Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Wuji's fleeing figure, finally laughed out loud, got a glass of water, and said, "Fan Jiaozhu, I never thought you would love to act so much."

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's not that I like to act, but it's just because of my feelings, and I just express my feelings."

Zhou Zhiruo paused slightly when she poured water.

Under the dim candlelight, Fan Yao slowly tore off the hideous scar on his face, and said in a low voice, "I heard that you love a pretty face the most in your life, but I don't know if you love my face or not?"