Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Jing Fansheng slept for an exceptionally long time this time, he slept for almost a whole day and night.

This made Jing Shiyi, who had long been accustomed to watching him sleep, feel a little strange.

Getting up and scratching his messy hair, Jing Fansheng stuck his head out of the window to have a look, and asked, "Where are we now?"

The driver driving the car in front replied: "It's almost entered the Youzhou border. It's probably less than a day away."

"Are you going to Youzhou so soon?" He didn't realize that he had slept for a long time.

"Yes." The coachman replied politely.

Jing Fansheng said with a smile, "When you arrive in Youzhou, you can let us down and turn back."

After crossing the Youzhou border, there is a fork in the road outside.

One leads to the Demon Refining Tower, and the other leads to Wuliang Mountain.

It was his idea back then, now one of the four major sects sends monks to guard the Demon Refining Pagoda every year, and I don't know whose turn it will be this year, anyway, they can't go.

There are many Buddha cultivators in the Wanxiang Temple, and Jing Fansheng is now an evil spirit. Although whether he can see that he has a problem depends on the other party's cultivation base and ability, but Buddha cultivators are more sensitive to evil spirits. , plus I don't know if it's the psychological effect caused by a guilty conscience, he now has goose bumps all over his body when he touches the monk.

In the end, after much deliberation, it would be better to go around the boundless land.

After all, now that Mr. Xiao Ran is away from home, those people in Wuliang Mountain are more dull than those group of buddhist cultivators. They practice swords all day long, so they don't even bother to pay attention to him.

Jing Fansheng felt that his plan was perfect, so he became happy, jumped out of the carriage and chatted with the driver.

The driver's surname was Xiang, and he also liked to chat. Seeing that Jing Fansheng was interested in chatting with him, he no longer restrained himself, and told Jing Fansheng what he saw and heard about his family's short-term driving.

Jing Fansheng nodded as he listened, the more he listened, the more interested he became.

It was also the first time that the coachman saw such a talkative and unassuming cultivator.Among the current monks, which one is not a fairy-like face on the surface, but the actual nostrils are upturned.Seeing that Jing Fansheng is also a person who likes to talk, he thinks that he grew up in a small sect. Because of his talent, he usually lives to the age of 30 and is only a foundation builder, but he had a son a few years ago, and his qualifications are still good All the things that other sects saw as the disciples of the outer sect were revealed.

No matter how high or low a cultivator is, he is already an existence that goes against the way of heaven.Since it is already unacceptable, it is extremely difficult to continue to descendants.Therefore, whenever I think about the fact that I have a son, Master Xiang is very excited.What's more, his son's root talent is not good, but it is much better than ordinary people.

"If Zuo'er can build a foundation this year, he can enter the inner sect." Master Xiang's expression was full of longing.

"Yeah," Jing Fansheng nodded, "That must be fine."

Sitting on the carriage, he stretched his legs outside and kept shaking, turning his head back to look at Scene Eleven while shaking.

Jing Shixi was sitting cross-legged in the car with his eyes closed at the moment, thinking he had gone into the sea of ​​consciousness again to study refining weapons.

Looking at the handsome face with only the lower half exposed, Jing Fansheng sighed.

Then asked the master puzzledly: "Sir, why are you sighing?"

Jing Fansheng looked bitter and bitter, and shook his head after a while and said: "Every family has scriptures that are hard to recite..."

Ordinary fathers worry about how to make their children grow up, and so on. The kid in his family is a genius in himself, but what he worries about is other things...some things that simply have no solution.

After traveling for another day, they entered Youzhou City, the largest and most prosperous town in the Youzhou Realm. Jing Fansheng paid the money and sent the driver back.

Before leaving, he also gave him an entry pill that he refined in the car.

The coachman is a foundation-builder, so he can be regarded as someone who has seen the market, and knows that the entry pill glowing with blue light is no longer a problem of high price, it is a good thing that is hard to find on the market.It was very thankful to say goodbye to Jing Fansheng.

After Jing Fan gave birth to the carriage, he stretched his arms and kicked his legs, and took Jing Shishi to an inn to buy wine.

Different from Liangyi, this Youzhou City is the place where out-and-out monks gather.Spiritual stones are used for trading things, and food, tea and wine are also filled with spiritual energy. To open a shop and do business here, you must at least have a foundation-building or higher cultivation base.

Although the Youzhou Realm is bordered by the Wuliang Realm, it is not under the control of the Wuliang Realm.There are a few small sects in this territory, each of which occupies a hilltop, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.As for Youzhou City, it is not under the jurisdiction of any sect.

The city lord is said to be a great power in the fusion period.

To be the lord of a city is much more difficult than being the lord of a sect, because here there are monks and everyone, and the lord must at least have the power to suppress them, so that no one will make trouble in the city.

In today's comprehension world, there are not many monks who have reached the integration stage in the world.

Therefore, even if the city owner doesn't stay in the city often, no one dares to easily break the rules of Youzhou City.

The first rule of Youzhou City is to prohibit anyone from fighting privately in the city.

There is a special arena in the city, if you want to compete, you can go there.

In fact, this rule is still very reasonable.Because any monk above the golden core stage would destroy half of the city if he made a move. If others were allowed to fight and fight, then the city owner didn't have to do anything, just repair the city every day.

Jing Fansheng still chose a seat by the window on the second floor, and told Eleven the rules of the city.After all, there are many prosperous towns like Youzhou City in this world, and the rules are similar.

The arena in Youzhou City is an important symbol in the city.Every day, people will go there to discuss or compete, and many people will go to watch.The arena has a special protective formation, which can withstand the full blow of the monks in the distraction stage, so it will not cause any harm to the spectators.Although spirit stones need to be handed over to watch the competition, there is still an endless stream of people watching it.

But Jing Shixi has always been different from ordinary people. He prefers refining weapons to fighting.He wants to go to the market more than the martial arts arena.

Jing Fansheng didn't want to stay in the Youzhou Realm for a long time, but it was the first time that Eleven came to a town where such a large number of monks gathered, so he wouldn't leave if he wasn't allowed to see the objects made by the great craftsman.

Jing Fansheng couldn't resist him, so he promised to take him to the market in a while.

They didn't have many spirit stones from Liu Yuanwai. If they wanted to buy anything on the eleventh day, they had to sell the three entry pills in his hand first.

Jing Fansheng was thinking about the problem of the spirit stone, and the spirit wine he asked for before was served.

He was still wearing the shabby Taoist robe that had been deformed long ago.I just used a cleansing formula before entering the city, although it still looks tattered.

But there are no monks of any kind in Youzhou City. The Xiaoer here has all seen the market, and knows that many monks pay special attention to their clothing and appearance, and a small number of people don't mind what their appearance looks like at all. .They are usually well-trained, and there is no such thing as the little dog in Liangyi City who looks down on people.

This restaurant only sells spirit wine brewed by Lingquan. Jing Fansheng took off the seal and sniffed it. As expected, the spirit smelled so good that he immediately poured himself a glass happily.

He poured himself a drink and sighed to himself: "One glass of wine every time, live to ninety-nine!"

Eleven on the opposite side: "..."

Just as Jing Fansheng put down his wine glass, he was about to continue talking to Eleven about the rules and gossip about the two Yichengs, when he heard people at the next table discuss loudly.

"This Jing Fansheng is really abominable! He has robbed our escort company once before! He is a shameless guy! If we hadn't run into the city in time this time, I'm afraid he would have robbed us too!" A person dressed as a bodyguard.

Next to him were two people dressed as bodyguards, and there was also a young novice monk and several boys in white clothes. Hearing what he said, a boy in white clothes frowned and said, "I heard that Jing Fansheng has fallen into the devil's way." , isn’t he staying in the Demon Realm now?”

……

Jing Fansheng's head grew bigger when he saw them.On the one hand, it was naturally because of the content they discussed, and on the other hand, it was because of the clothes of the group of white-clothed teenagers.

That kind of white clothes is the uniform uniform of the disciples of Wuliang Jianzong's inner sect.

The uniform itself is also a magic weapon. Although its function is a bit simple, it can't resist attacks or anything. It can only bring a magic circle similar to Qingyi Jue, which can be cleaned automatically.But maybe it is because having such an attribute is enough, in Wuliangjian, from the suzerain elders to the latest inner disciples, they all have to wear this kind of clothes.Only the pattern embroidered on it will be slightly different due to the different status in the sect.

Xiao Ranjun also wore this suit last time.

It's just that his aura is too strong, and he insists on wearing the uniform from top to bottom with an indescribable demeanor.

If it is said that Jing Fansheng's heart would twitch when he saw the monk in Vientiane, then he would have a headache when he saw the Wuliang sword cultivator, no, it should be said that he would have a headache when he saw someone wearing Wuliangjian's clothes...

As for the little novice, because his age looked about the same as eleven, although he seemed like a monk from Vientiane, Jing Fansheng didn't have time to put too much thought on him yet.

Eleven wore a mask and looked at their table with cold eyes.

The young man who asked the question looked young, he should be a newly recruited young disciple in Wuliangjian.

Another bodyguard said angrily: "He can kill a clean person from the top to bottom of his sect. Now that he has been sentenced to the way of the devil, who knows what he thinks!"

"Amitabha." The little novice recited a Buddha's name: "Whether what happened at Chongming Mountain was done by Jing Zhenren remains to be confronted, and there is no real evidence for the verdict of being a demon..."

"Confrontation? Where is there any need for confrontation?" A thin bodyguard said with a sarcasm: "When the accident happened in Chongming Mountain, he was the only one who walked down from the mountain alive, and there was no root on the mountain except him. There is no suspicious hair, let alone any trace of other murderers!... Besides, didn't he kill all the people sent by the old master of Xiaoxiang Palace to support him? This is obvious to many people!"

"What's more, how many people died at the hands of him during the siege of Fumo Town back then? And how many people were abolished by him and never had a chance to live on the immortal road? Not to mention his vicious skills... tsk Tsk tsk, what is it if you don’t fall into the devil’s way?”

"But……"

"Little master, you are too young to understand the sinister human heart. If Jing Fansheng has a clear conscience, why is he still sneaking around after so long and dare not show up in front of everyone to confront everyone?"

The little novice didn't speak anymore, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Okay!" The burly bodyguard stopped the thin man from continuing, cupped his hands at the young men in white and the young monk and said, "Anyway, I have to thank little master Zijue and the others. The young hero came to help and helped us." After all, it is the responsibility of the Escort Bureau to transport the goods safely, if they can't even do this or they always need someone to help, then they don't have to do business.

A beautiful young man in white clothes who looked young and had a good face said: "Since the other party is Jing Fansheng, it is naturally difficult to deal with it. It just so happens that we are also going back to the sect, so we can cope with it if we go together."

The little novice chanted the Buddha's name again, and said, "Since that's the case, the little monk will also walk with you."

……

It seems that these bodyguards are going to deliver goods to Wuliang Mountain.

In fact, it is not surprising to deliver goods, but there are fewer robbers these days.Because the people in the Escort put the goods in special space instruments, and these space instruments must be bound to the user's consciousness, and no one else can open them unless the user wishes.

If someone else can open it, it only means that the user of this magic weapon is dead.

Stealing wealth can be forgiven, after all, this world is such a jungle.But killing people and getting more goods is unjustifiable.

What's more, bodyguard is also a very respected profession.The foundation of every bodyguard agency must have a powerful person who is at least in the distraction period.Robbing and killing bodyguards is also a felony, and the local sects and bodyguards involved will not stop.

Looking at the whole world of comprehension now, it seems that only Jing Fansheng, a perpetrator of evil, can do such insane things.

Thinking of this, Jing Fansheng couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

One of the white-clothed youths was still indignant, "Why is this person so courageous? How dare he rob our Wuliangjian?"

One of the bodyguards said, "Little brother, you don't understand this. That guy has always done a lot of evil, and he doesn't take any monks seriously. There is nothing he can't do!"

After hearing this, Jing Fansheng expressed his innocence.

He thought to himself: "You know, no matter how crazy and evil I am, I really don't have the guts to provoke you Wuliangjian!"