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

Liangyi City is located in front of Liangyi Mountain, backed by the mountain, and the environment surrounded by green mountains and green waters is very elegant and quiet.To say that the largest number in this city should be the wine shop inn.

It's just because it is backed by Liangyi Mountain, and behind Liangyi Mountain is the realm of demon cultivators.As an important city where the two cultivators of humans and demons meet, it is not only well-known among cultivators, but also a famous place for ordinary people to get a glimpse of the immortal family.

Although most monks like Yujian to fly in the sky, they usually don't show up or stay in this city where mortals gather.

After entering the city gate, the jar of wine in Jing Fansheng's hand was almost exhausted.

Jing Shixi took the donkey and wanted to go straight to the richest man Liu's house to catch the ghost, but Jing Fan refused to leave for life and death.Eleven said to go east, but he insisted on going west, smelling the smell of wine wafting into the street, he insisted on going to the wine shop and restaurant.

Jing Shishi had no choice but to lead the donkey to the door of a restaurant where Jing Fansheng claimed that the wine was the most fragrant.

The restaurant was two stories high, and the business was booming.

The waiter in the store saw the two of them, one with an ordinary face and tattered clothes, and the other a donkey wearing a mask, and felt a little disdainful.But seeing that young man dressed luxuriously, speaking and behaving well, he thought he must be a good family, so he tied the donkey for them and invited him in respectfully.

As for the tattered black-robed Taoist, he automatically regarded him as the servant of the young master.I was still a little strange in my heart, why did the servants of the family follow the rules and serve properly, but this one was full of alcohol and asked his young master to lead the donkey himself?

Jing Fansheng walked up to the second floor with his hands behind his back, and seeing that the seat by the window facing the main street was just vacant, he hurriedly trot over and sat down.

Xiao Er wondered: "Guest officer, this seat has already been reserved."

Jing Fansheng said: "It's booked out? Where's the man? When will he come?"

Xiaoer said: "It'll be here in a while, why don't you move around? The other places on the second floor are also good."

Jing Fansheng said: "Since the other seats are not bad, why don't you let others change places? Did the other party specify that they must sit here?" He waved to the young boy, "Come here, why are you standing there?" ? Come and sit down!"

Jing Shixi untied the sword and put it on the table, and sat opposite him with a blank expression.

The little boy was both disdainful and unwilling.But seeing the young man slapping the sword on the table with a deadpan expression was quite frightening, he felt a little timid in his heart for some reason.

At this time, the black-robed Taoist turned his head and said to him: "How about this, you can bring us two jars of wine first, if your guest comes, we will leave, what do you think?"

The little girl couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart.He has seen this kind of people a lot, and when the person who booked this table really comes, he will definitely not move.Thinking of this, he asked angrily, "Then what kind of wine do you want, sir?"

"I want you the most fragrant and mellow!"

"Uh...just drink?"

Jing Fansheng glanced at Eleven on the opposite side, smiled and said, "Bring him another pot of tea! Oh, I want chrysanthemum tea, that one will be defeated!"

"...Just tea and wine?" Xiao Er confirmed again in disbelief: "Will the guest come to order something else?"

"Yeah, that's right, that's all!"

Xiao Er placed the order, feeling even more contemptuous.This was the first time he saw someone who came in a hurry to eat and only drink tea.

Jing Fansheng saw the young man sitting opposite him with a blank face, so he lifted his butt off the stool and leaned half his body over. With a swipe of his paw, he reached out and poked the boy's face with some baby fat on it, "You What's the matter? Why do you look unhappy?"

"..." Eleven was silently thinking about the content of the weapon refining learned yesterday, when he interrupted him, he had no choice but to look up at him.

Jing Fansheng leaned his head over and said with a hey hey smile, "Oh, aren't you already able to indica, it's not good to eat too much food that has no spiritual power."

Seeing that Eleven ignored him, he went on to say: "When we finish this order, Dad will take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy food!"

Xiao Er was bringing up two small jars of wine. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but stared at them in surprise... Did he hear correctly?These two people turned out to be father and son? !This, this... the gap is too big, right?

This little boy has seen all kinds of people who welcome customers and leave every day. He muttered in his heart, not to mention that this person's face is too ordinary. As far as temperament is concerned, it is a difference between cloud and mud!

Moreover, although the man looked ordinary, he looked about twenty years old. How could he give birth to such a big son?

When Jing Fansheng saw the wine being served, his heart immediately became elated, and he didn't care what the little girl thought.He couldn't wait to smell it first, and then cheerfully went to remove the sealing mud on the wine jar.

Eleven came back to his senses, seeing that Jing Fansheng ordered two jugs of wine in one go, frowned and said, "You've already drank one jug today."

Jing Fansheng said, "That's a small altar."

Eleven inches did not give way: "Only drink from one jar, and the other jar is not allowed to move."

Jing Fansheng sniffled aggrievedly.

But he always thinks very openly, after all, he can have another pot today, right?

"That's all, that's all." He poured himself a bowl full, and he was so happy that he couldn't help chanting: "If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and in the Ming Dynasty you will sell apricot flowers in the deep alley!"

Jing Eleven: "..."

Jing Fansheng is actually not very good at drinking, and now he is [-]% or [-]% drunk.But he is happy when he has alcohol, and now the alcohol is getting stronger, his head is dizzy, and he shakes his head while drinking and humming a little tune that cannot be heard.

After drinking for a while, he saw that Eleven was thinking about something seriously with his arms folded, so he knew that he was thinking about his gadgets again.

The earth outside is scorched by the sun and it is extremely hot, but here is facing the window, there is always a small wind blowing, but it is very cool.Jing Fansheng looked down boredly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he forced Jing Shishi's attention back, "Oh? Look, isn't that the little girl who walked behind us when we entered the city?"

Eleven looked down helplessly, and replied uninterestedly: "Really?"

Jing Fansheng said: "Don't look at the young girl, she has already completed this picture. If she grows up, it will be fine?"

Eleven casually replied: "Really."

"I think people can be wrong?" Jing Fansheng hated iron and steel: "Aren't you interested? How can you not be interested in beautiful girls? Have I ever told you what the word 'Zongjiaofengliu' is?" mean?"

Eleven glanced at him with a warning in his eyes.

But Jing Fansheng acted as if he couldn't see his eyes, and sighed: "Tell me about you, why don't you have the slightest demeanor of your father when he was young?"

Eleven simply ignored him.

"Haven't you heard a saying, 'You are not beautiful when you are old, you can't move your legs when you are old! You are not sloppy when you are young, you can't go to the kang when you are old!' Hahaha..." Jing Fansheng said, giving himself I laughed out loud.

Eleven didn't even look at him this time.

"uncle!"

He was smiling, and the little girl who had just been appraised by him walked past him, apparently heading straight for the table with his back facing.

Purely subconsciously, Jing Fansheng followed the girl's figure and turned his head.

The person whose back he had been facing before happened to look up, and the eyes of the two met briefly in the air.

Almost instantly, Jing Fansheng was more than half sober from the wine.

He turned his head back silently, and An Sheng was born.

I cried bitterly in my heart and thought: It's terrible, it's really terrible!How did you bump into him here?I obviously couldn't run any farther!

Jing Fansheng suddenly didn't make any trouble, but Eleven felt abnormal and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Fansheng wiped his face silently, this time restrained his voice, and said casually: "It's nothing, I was just dazzled by the handsome guy at that table."

Eleven had already gotten used to him being open-mouthed, but after hearing what he said, he subconsciously looked through Jing Fansheng to the next table.

Sure enough, sitting across from him was a man dressed in white, with a powerful aura and a handsome face that could not be ignored.

The strange thing is that this man has no expression on his face, even indifferent as if covered with a layer of ice shell, but his eyes are like a torch, and now he is staring at them without blinking.

To be precise, he was staring at Jing Fansheng's back.

Eleven frowned slightly, but unfortunately he was wearing a mask, and no one noticed the change in his expression.

Jing Fansheng didn't expect that Jing Shixi, who has never been very interested in anything, would actually look at that table, and suddenly he felt upset. He swayed his body to try to block Eleven's line of sight, and said, "Look at that table. What are you looking at, just now you looked disinterested, and the little girl can't take her eyes away so quickly!"

Jing Shixi looked back slightly, said nothing, just raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.

If there is a monk in this restaurant who has seen the world, he can recognize that extremely handsome man in white is one of the four sects in the cultivation world today, the suzerain of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Xiao Ranjun Yan Yuan.

Even if they haven't seen it with their own eyes, there are not many monks today who haven't heard of the name of Mr. Yu Linjian Xiao Ran.

Decades ago, Yan Xiaoran's own father, the previous suzerain of Wuliangjian, was murdered by the elders of the same clan. Yan Xiaoran was also murdered, and he was seriously injured and fled outside.

Outsiders don't know the reason, they all think that both father and son died in an accident.It wasn't until 15 years ago, when Yan Xiaoran returned to Wuliang Mountain alone, that people discovered that not only did he not die, but he had another chance, his skill increased instead of diminishing, and he was already in the late stage of distraction.

Yan Xiaoran broke into the Wuliang Sword Sect alone with one sword, killed traitors and eliminated spies, avenged his father step by step with a sword and regained the position of suzerain, after more than ten years, it is still a heroic deed praised by everyone.

In addition to his high level and superb swordsmanship, Mr. Xiao Ran is also one of the best refining masters on this continent.Under Xiao Ranjun's hands, he has never produced ordinary products. I don't know how many people have been lingering at the foot of Wuliang Mountain these years, just to obtain a magic weapon that he refined.

It's a pity that Jing Fansheng doesn't have the slightest interest in these things now.

Or you can't be too ostentatious.It's okay to speak too loudly, but if you speak too loudly and attract the attention of old acquaintances, that is, the real hero, that's not a big deal.