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

It has been a long time, and Jing Fansheng has not recalled the past.

In my memory, Chongming Mountain has always been a scene of distant mountains like Daisy and green grass.The scent of herbs and soil is floating in the air all the year round, even on the Sunset Ridge under the slanting light every evening, it is also full of vines and green vines all year round, full of spring.

At that time, Jing Fansheng was the chief disciple of Chongming Mountain, and he was charged with supervising his younger brothers and sisters to study and cultivate. His daily activities were watering flowers and grass, and going outside the mountain gate for a few days from time to time.Or flirt with the cute girls inside and outside the door, or fight with good friends or your own juniors, life is very happy.

Even if he carried the half-dead Yan Xiaoran back to Chongming Mountain, his carefree attitude was not affected at all.

On the day when Yan Xiaoran was seriously injured, it was as if someone who had glimpsed the way of heaven and was no longer tolerated by the world was experiencing a nine-level lightning calamity. From time to time, a few bolts of lightning that were as thick as the trunk of an old tree would fall from the sky. .

In addition to the deafening thunder, the lightning that illuminated the entire sky, and the torrential rain that made people unable to open their eyes, there was an indirect earth shaking.

Others didn't know what was going on, they just thought it was a monk who peeped too far and offended all the gods in the sky.But Jing Fansheng knew that this probably meant that Yan Xiaoran was about to die.

The sound of thunder kept falling, and Jing Fansheng didn't dare to use his sword or fly directly. He finally arrived at the foot of Chongming Mountain.

From the foot of Chongming Mountain to the top, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are ten thousand stone steps.Carrying people back all the way, Jing Fansheng couldn't help but feel tired when he was halfway up the climb, no matter how physically strong he was.

But if this is the case, he dare not delay for a quarter of an hour.

That night there was also a rare heavy rain on Chongming Mountain.

Because this is so unusual, no one shelters from the rain in the house.In the open space surrounded by the four huge stone pillars of Chongming Mountain, almost all the disciples had arrived.

Jing Fansheng was overjoyed when he saw so many people there.

He called Chen Fanshu, his second junior brother, and unceremoniously threw the young man in white on the opponent's back, while he himself went to invite the master and uncle to leave the customs.

A handsome young man with bloodless face was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Two benevolent, white-haired Taoist priests and a chubby Taoist priest in black were gathered in front of the bed. Jing Fansheng realized that he did not understand medical skills , so he didn't go forward to join in the fun.

Acupuncture, medicine, and spiritual power.After about three full days of busy work, Yan Xiaoran's life was finally saved.

It was raining outside at this time.Jing Fansheng was called out of the door by his master, Master Hengyan, the suzerain of Chongming Mountain.

"Master." Jing Fansheng walked up to Taoist Hengyan respectfully.

For Jing Fansheng, his master has always been a good-spoken elder who has no airs or temper.The setting in the original book is that Jing Fansheng was picked up by his master from outside the mountain, and he was carefully taught and cultivated since he was a child, so this real person Hengyan has always been a teacher and father to Jing Fansheng.

Master Hengyan stroked his pure white beard, glanced at the closed door, and said only one sentence: "This kid is extraordinary."

Jing Fansheng's heart skipped a beat.

Master Hengyan has experienced the battle of demon hunting and is nearly two thousand years old. What he has heard and seen is naturally not something that a junior like him can compare to.But he didn't expect his master to discover Yan Xiaoran's secret so quickly.

"Master, his injury..."

Although Daoist Hengyan is the suzerain, he is not the best medical skill on Chongming Mountain.The person with the best medical skills in the world is Master Yuyi from Chongming Mountain, who is Jing Fansheng's uncle.

Master Hengyan said: "Life is alright now. It's just that his consciousness has been damaged by a special magic weapon. I'm afraid... his cultivation will regress a lot, and he won't be able to use his spiritual power in the future."

For a cultivator, the spiritual consciousness is the root of all spiritual power, even if it is damaged a little bit, it is very likely that the cultivator can no longer stimulate the spiritual power.

However, if there is a problem with the spiritual consciousness, no one can fix it.The implication of Taoist Hengyan's words is that there is a great possibility that Yan Xiaoran will just be useless like this.

Jing Fansheng frowned, and he rarely said seriously: "Now there are people sent by Wuliangjian to hunt him down, we can't hand him over."

Master Hengyan sighed: "What a good boy. What a crime."

He thought for a while and then said again: "Mr. Hanyang and I were old friends, and now his only son is living abroad. As a teacher, he can't just see him being bullied for nothing. If not, this child will be left to you during this period." Take care of it with Fanshu, and you move to Dongling Peak together, so as to avoid some eyes and ears."

Dongling Peak is the easternmost peak of Chongming Mountain. It can only be reached by going up a secluded path that is not easily seen by people on the mountainside of Chongming Mountain.Because the journey up is rough and the surroundings are quiet and deserted, there are few people.It is more appropriate to arrange Yan Xiaoran there so that he can avoid people's eyes and ears and heal his wounds in peace.

Jing Fansheng thanked his master and uncle, and brought Yan Xiaoran to Dongling Peak.

This kid has a lot of external injuries and internal injuries, and he needs to be taken care of by a person with decent medical skills.Jing Fansheng stayed on guard for another three days, and then very naturally handed over the heavy responsibility of taking care of Yan Xiaoran to Chen Fanshu, while he himself went to "handle trivial matters in the family".

Sometimes they don't return until late at night, and sometimes they don't return for three to five days.

About two months later, Yan Xiaoran was still asleep, but Chen Fanshu couldn't help it.

"You carried the person back, why should I take care of an unconscious person in this deserted ghost place when you go out to play every day now?!"

There is only one thatched hut for mortals on Dongling Peak, and a high fence surrounds the clean and tidy courtyard.

Jing Fansheng was sitting on a rocking chair in the courtyard basking in the sun and shaking, he waved his hands and said, "You are stupid, who told you to watch over him every day. He doesn't need to eat, so you can see him once a day. Is it over?"

"You!" Chen Fanshu looked at the Jinghong sword hanging on Jing Fansheng's waist, shaking his hands angrily.It hasn't been a day or two since Jing Fansheng squeezed his labor force. This man said it nicely. If he really ran away, he would inevitably be beaten up.However, I have only medical skills but no martial arts, so every time I want to resist, I can't resist.

Chen Fanshu pointed his fat finger at his senior brother, and after shaking his hands for a long time, he said in revenge: "Okay, I'll take care of Yan Xiaoran until he wakes up! This kid's consciousness is severely damaged and he's like a cripple. Now there are so many people out there. People are looking for him, you will have to worry about it for the next few hundred years, Senior Brother."

Jing Fansheng's rocking chair stopped abruptly and stopped rocking.

The door of the house, which was originally closed tightly, was opened at some point.Yan Xiaoran was wearing thin white clothes, one foot was still hanging in the air, and he was about to fall.

Since then, the already paralyzed young man has become more and more silent.

All his other injuries have been healed, only the headache caused by the damage to his consciousness, it always occurs several times from time to time throughout the day, there is no fixed time, but each time it lasts until the pain makes people pass out.

Acupuncture and taking medicine can only relieve one or two temporarily.However, Guanyan Xiaoran's reaction seemed to be of no use.

He's a bearer.Obviously, his face was flushed from time to time in pain, but he was able to hold on tight without saying a word.

To Jing Fansheng at that time, Yan Xiaoran was still a junior in the sect next door, not the male protagonist in a book or his mortal enemy in his destiny.

Jing Fansheng is used to taking care of his fellow juniors and younger sisters, and sometimes when he sees the young man grit his teeth and hold on silently, he will inevitably feel anxious.

So since Yan Xiaoran woke up, Jing Fansheng didn't often run outside.

Sometimes Jing Fansheng would forcibly pull him outside the room to breathe.The scenery on Dongling Peak is more like a farmhouse, not as good as that on the main peak of Chongming Mountain, but it is quiet and peaceful.

Jing Fansheng likes to sit on a rocking chair, smell the scent of green grass in the air, and drink a cup of spiritual tea that he just found from the disciples of the outer sect in the back mountain.

Yan Xiaoran's hobbies are much more monotonous.

Most of the time he just stared at the clouds in the sky in a daze.

How difficult is it for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to accept that he is just an ordinary person except for his long lifespan?Jing Fansheng didn't know.For him who can still fly into the sky and escape from the ground, that is really unimaginable.He only knew that Yan Xiaoran's performance might be too calm.

And when Jing Fansheng took him to Sunset Ridge to watch the dusk, this calm erupted completely like a volcano that had been deposited for many years.

Due to its special altitude and geographical location, it is said that Sunset Ridge is the closest place to the sun on the entire continent.In the evening on a sunny day, the land will be dyed yellow or bright red under the rays of the setting sun. Even the flowers, trees, butterflies and animals seem to be immersed in the warm sun. It is a famous scenery in the world. Resort.

"Do you know why this place is called Sunset Ridge?" Jing Fansheng asked.

The beautiful young man shrouded in a warm sun only turned to look at him, but didn't speak.

Jing Fansheng has long been used to it, he laughed and said: "Hehehe, can't you think of it? In addition to being a place where you can watch the sunset, it's also because this place is on Chongming Mountain! Chongming Chongming means two suns, but this How can there be two suns in the world? So of course there is going to be Sunset Ridge.”

"You're talking nonsense again!" A simple and honest voice sounded from behind, and Chen Fanshu gasped: "Uncle Master wants me to come to you!"

"How can I be talking nonsense?" Jing Fansheng turned his head, and did not admit at all that he was making up nonsense, but instead laughed without hesitation: "There is nothing more reasonable than my statement!"

He hadn't turned around completely yet, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, the white shadow that was still beside him just now had disappeared in a flash.

Below Sunset Ridge is the abyss.

Jing Fansheng had a gloomy expression on his face, and he jumped out a few steps with a touch of his toes, chasing after the falling white figure below.

Yan Xiaoran can't use his spiritual power now, once he falls, he will be crushed to pieces.

Jing Fansheng never imagined that a person who didn't even utter a word when he got sick would have suicidal thoughts in his heart.

He always thought that Yan Xiaoran was being stubborn.

Is this too rigid and easy to break?

Even the pain of tearing the consciousness is nothing to a person with a tough temperament.

What makes people desperate should be that they will no longer be able to use their spiritual power, and they will no longer be able to avenge their parents and themselves.

Not to mention that the world is full of people sent by Wuliangjian to hunt him down, and Yan Xiaoran, who has always been proud and arrogant, probably cannot accept the fact that he will always be protected by others...

In Jing Fansheng's own words, with him around, Yan Xiaoran wanted to commit suicide?That is absolutely impossible.

And considering the special connection between this kid and the world, Jing Fansheng doesn't mind using some coercive measures to prevent him from doing stupid things again out of the principle of hello, me, and everyone.

——Anyway, this person doesn't need to eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. It's no problem to tie him to the bed for twelve hours a day. If he is not honest, let Chen Fanshu give him another injection.

Simple, fast and convenient.

Although in fact, apart from the time when Sunset Ridge was in danger, and the two times when Yan Xiaoran tried to pull out the Jinghong Sword and Chen Fanshu's saber to wipe his neck, he did not do any aggressive behaviors.

After being tied to the bed for a few days, Yan Xiaoran's eyes, which had no light at all, became even darker.

In the past few days, Jing Fansheng has disappeared again.

In the past, when Yan Xiaoran was unconscious, he would go out in the field for a few days and not come back, but Chen Fanshu never expected that this heartless person would leave at this time!

He folded the [-]th talisman paper into a thousand paper cranes and let them fly to his brothers and sisters, hoping that they would be able to find the senior brother back because of their numbers. Yan Xiaoran, who was almost a living dead, silently wiped away the bitter tears that hadn't actually accumulated.

Why is he not as cruel as Jing Yaoxie?

How much he wants to leave now!

Chen Fanshu moved his chubby body and sat on the edge of the bed. Knowing that Yan Xiaoran, who was ashamed, would not respond, he still hoped to find sympathy and scolded non-stop: "Jing Fansheng, this Heartless, unscrupulous! Fake benevolence and righteousness! Pooh! What the hell!"

On one side he was complaining to himself with anger and resentment, on the other side there was a sound of "Boom!", the door was pushed open, and Jing Fansheng walked in with a smile on his lips.

"Damn Sweet Potato, are you talking ill of me again? Huh?"

Jing Fansheng snorted softly, and threw a paper bag directly into his junior brother's arms, but even so, he didn't even look at Chen Fanshu.He walked directly to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Xiaoran's chin, and stuffed a pill into his mouth without any explanation.

The pills turned out to melt in the mouth.

Yan Xiaoran was unprepared, and was choked by a strange smell and coughed.

Chen Fanshu sniffed it through the oiled paper, and it turned out to be his favorite Yunpianer cake made by Chongyunfang under the mountain!Immediately, his heart became elated, and he even ignored Jing Fansheng's rude and casual feeding of medicine by the patient.

After feeding the medicine, Jing Fansheng said to Chen Fanshu: "It's none of your business here, I'll give you a holiday!"

As he spoke, he took out a contact jade slip from his pocket and handed it over. He raised his eyebrows at him: "Stand by anytime."

Looking at those peach blossom eyes with crooked smiles, Chen Fanshu... took the jade slip with both hands in righteous (re)indignation (lei) filled with (ying) anger (kuang), and his fat body jumped up: " Come on!"

So he rushed out with Yunpian cake in his mouth without looking back.

Jing Fansheng walked to the bed in a steady step, untied Yan Xiaoran as soon as he thought about it, he raised the corner of his lips and said, "Do you want to restore your cultivation? If you want to, don't ask anything, just follow me."

Although Yan Xiaoran would occasionally do some irrational things during that time, most of the time he still looked like the handsome young man.In particular, the other party kept his back straight at all times, and it was completely unbelievable that this was someone who had suicidal thoughts, even more than once.

Jing Fansheng left Chongming Mountain with his people and headed southeast.

Although the southeast of Chongming Mountain is not the end of the mainland, it is considered rare for cultivators.Because thousands of miles away in that direction, there is a barren Great Phoenix Mountain.

Generally, monks avoid this place as much as they can.Because there were too many people and demons who died on the mountain and their auras were already in disorder, Jing Fansheng had no intention of going deep into it.

After Yu Jian walked for half a day, he brought Yan Xiaoran to a stop at the foot of the Great Phoenix Mountain.

Yan Xiaoran probably felt very confused, but he still didn't ask anything.

Within the range of the Great Phoenix Mountain, generally speaking, no one else will appear, and the two of them did not deliberately hide their figures, and the two figures, one black and one white, appeared in the area so sharply. on barren land.

Yan Xiaoran turned his head to look at Jing Fansheng.

Jing Fansheng didn't show off, he pointed directly at the bare rocks and land without any green vegetation in front of him and asked, "What do you see?"

Yan Xiaoran's dark eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing at, and after only one glance, there was a huge stunned and startled look in his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, apart from the pale sky, on the Great Phoenix Mountain... a black mist appeared out of thin air!

Those black mist clusters have different shapes.They are different in size and shade, floating in the air, some are slowly moving in one direction, and some are just circling in circles blindly.

No need for Jing Fansheng to say, Yan Xiaoran can probably guess... Those are the remnants of cultivators or demon cultivators who cannot return to heaven and earth and enter the cycle of reincarnation after death!

No matter human cultivator, demon cultivator or demon cultivator, they all steal the aura of heaven and earth and violate the way of heaven.Therefore, it is difficult to enter reincarnation after death, and the remnant soul can only wander between heaven and earth, just like a lonely ghost.Except for a very small number who were able to seize the house due to chance and coincidence, most of them can only wait for the day when the soul is gone.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the soul is very easy to dissipate in the world, but because there are too many dead people here, and the geographical location and aura of the Great Phoenix Mountain are relatively special, so there are still so many souls today. Remnants are wandering.

However, the problem now is that no matter whether there are remnant souls here or not, he, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, can't see it.

Only the power in the distraction stage can feel the magnetic field and aura between the heaven and the earth.Among these great abilities, only a very small number of people with high cultivation bases can truly "see" these things with their eyes.

As soon as Jing Fansheng saw Yan Xiaoran's reaction, he knew that his assumption was correct. He chuckled and said, "It's not impossible to heal the damage to the spiritual consciousness, as long as there are other souls to nourish it."

Yan Xiaoran's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and asked: "How to warm up?"

Jing Fansheng said: "You just need to open your heart and accept it completely. As for the soul, isn't there something there?"

Yan Xiaoran fell into silence for a while.

How can a broken soul be absorbed by ordinary people at will?There are some crooked ways in this world who will train some people who can steal the energy of remnant souls or other people's cultivation to improve their own cultivation, but usually such people will not have any good results.

The reason why these people are called crooked ways is because their cultivation methods rely on seizing other ready-made energies. Although they can improve their cultivation by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, this practice is too inhumane.

The second is that the remnant ghost energy that is being absorbed is inherently filthy, and the presence of impurities and resentment is likely to cause delirium and insanity... Even if you are lucky enough not to be insane, people who choose this kind of practice It is also difficult to resist the thunder disaster when breaking through the level.

Leaving aside the question of whether he would become obsessed or not and thunder calamity, Yan Xiaoran would not be able to do this kind of cultivation technique of absorbing remnant souls to nourish his own consciousness.

But now I can see those souls with nothing, and Jing Fansheng is so confident that he can do it... Yan Xiaoran thinks that the secret probably lies in the strange-tasting pill that Jing Fansheng fed him before.

As for what the elixir was and where it came from... Since Jing Fansheng didn't say anything, he didn't ask either.

only……

Seeing his silence, Jing Fansheng asked, "What? Are you afraid that you will fall into the devil's way?"

The magic path in his words has nothing to do with magic cultivation.Both of them knew that the "demon" Jing Fansheng mentioned meant that he was insane.

For a righteous man who grew up in a large sect, received the most formal education, and always took it as his duty to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, even if he could absorb the body temperature of his soul and nourish his consciousness, even if he was lucky enough to absorb others The soul has not gone mad since then, but just by choosing this inhumane method and doing the thing of absorbing the ghost energy of the remnant soul, it is already doing something against the justice of this world.

Yan Xiaoran no longer set his sights in the direction of the Great Phoenix Mountain, and turned his bland eyes back to Jing Fansheng, his black eyes seemed to be able to suck in everything.

After a long time, he said seriously: "I'm not afraid of being enchanted. What I'm afraid of is..." Yan Xiaoran paused and didn't continue, but instead said: "But if you were to choose, how would you choose? , Brother Jing..."

At this time, Jing Fansheng would come up with such a method of using the remnant soul of the deceased to nourish his consciousness, most of the reason is because he really wanted to help this young man but he couldn't think of any good method.Only a very small number of people have a little bit of thought, thinking that they can also give the male protagonist some black history, killing two birds with one stone.

But no matter what his original intention was, since Jing Fansheng simply didn't know what happened to the male protagonist in the original book after he was beaten into the small world, so that he not only healed from serious injuries, but also blackened and counterattacked. He couldn't think of any other way to help Yan Xiaoran repair his damaged consciousness and use his spiritual power again.

Now pointing out the road to Yan Xiaoran, he himself is not fully sure that the other party will not go mad.But this is the only way.

Yan Xiaoran couldn't die, and Jing Fansheng didn't want to see the other party continue to suffer from headaches... And he vaguely felt that if he hadn't rescued Yan Xiaoran because he was afraid of the hero's blackening and disrupting the plot privately, he would have allowed him to be beaten If it is a small world, maybe he can get another chance instead of accepting the fact that his cultivation base was abolished.

At this moment, thinking of Yan Xiaoran's surviving white lotus male lead attribute and the straight-minded problem common to monks in this world, Jing Fansheng was really afraid that he would rather die than accept this crooked thing, so I can only say: "Actually, this matter is a bit inhumane, and it seems unfair to those who are dedicated to cultivating. But your purpose now is not to improve your cultivation by opportunism, but to survive! And to Avoid going crazy or going too far against the way of nature, as long as your spiritual consciousness is almost repaired and you can continue to use your spiritual power, we must stop. So it can be regarded as excusable..."

Jing Fansheng took a breath, and smiled evilly: "Not to mention absorbing the ghost energy of remnant souls, well, it's actually similar to eating dead human flesh. Anyway, you didn't kill these people, and it's pretty cool to be wandering in the world as remnant souls." It's hard work. As long as you don't feel uncomfortable in your heart, what else is there to hesitate?"

Yan Xiaoran's originally dim eyes seemed to light up: "If you say that, you don't despise it."

Despise what?

Yan Xiaoran didn't say anything.Jing Fansheng automatically thought he was talking about eating dead human flesh.

In fact, although the nature is similar, eating dead human flesh is obviously much more disgusting than sucking the residual soul and destroying the soul.Jing Fansheng nodded perfunctorily, thinking a little out of shape: Although Yan Yuan has already eaten human flesh, hahaha!