Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

"Young master, you should wake up." Someone called him in his ear.

Mu Xing was awakened in a daze, put on his clothes, put a cold towel on his face, he shivered subconsciously, and woke up.

Beside her ear was a woman with a bun and a gentle face. When she saw him awake, she showed a loving smile: "Mr. Yu, you should go to the piano room to practice later, and the old slave will pick you up in an hour. .You learn how to make some incense, then go to the main peak to accompany the peak master to have a meal."

Mu Xing didn't really like the way the woman looked at him, but he hadn't waited for the memory of the original body for a while, so he could only act as if he hadn't woken up, and didn't speak.

The old lady cleaned his face for him, and praised happily: "Our young master Xiao Yu was born well, just like the little fairy boy next to the gods."

While talking, he took out a cinnabar pen, as if he wanted to put a point between his eyebrows.

Mu Xing turned his head away and began: "I don't want to order."

With a soft tone, he looked down at himself, he was still a boy of five or six years old.

The woman's complexion changed, she still had a smile on her face, but her tone became much stronger: "Master Xiao Yu is obedient, you order this to look good. The peak master will also like it."

Mu Xing raised his hand to push away the hand she extended again, looked at her, and said word by word, "I don't want to order."

The old woman looked at him in astonishment for a while, then put down the cinnabar pen in her hand, and said softly: "Okay, if Mr. Yu doesn't want to order, let's not order. Your brother is already waiting outside, go."

Mu Xing was taken out, and when he walked out of this exquisite hut, he realized that he actually lived on a mountain.

The mountain scenery is beautiful and the aura is dense.

Outside the house was a young man in white robes, tall and tall, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he turned around with a smile when he heard the movement: "Xiao Yu is here..."

He paused: "Why don't you have a cinnabar mole between your eyebrows today?"

Mu Xing was a little strange.

Why are they all so obsessed with putting cinnabar on his eyebrows?

Isn't it nice?

He said, "I don't want to."

The smile on the young man's face suddenly disappeared: "Don't want to point? Xiaoyu, how did the senior teach you? Don't forget that the master saved you. You and Xiaoyu look so similar, it is fate. You want Instead of Xiaoyu, do a good job of filial piety in front of Master."

Mu Xing was stunned for a moment.

This sentence is like a secret switch, and the late memory finally swept in.The light cluster, which is always late and appears less and less, is also long overdue.

A young official with his wife and family encountered bandits on the way to take office. In his haste, he only had time to hide his six-year-old son Mu Xing under the carriage.

The poor child saw his parents murdered with his own eyes, and he fainted from shock and fear.

It happened that Xue Wuya, the leader of Taixuzong's Crescent Moon Peak, passed by, rescued the child, and killed the bandit with a single blow.

Bringing the child back to the sect, and washing away the blood stains, Xue Wuya discovered that the facial features of this child were [-]% similar to his only son Xue Zhongyu, who was kidnapped by the demons last month and whose life and death were unknown!

The child woke up with no memory.Xue Wuya pitied him for losing his dearest relative when he was young, and because of his face that was too similar to his only son, he felt compassion for him and took him in as a disciple.

This should have been the original body's luck.

But this is not the case.

Xue Zhongyu was born intelligent, Yuxue was cute, and she could speak well at the age of three.His personality is also very cute and sweet, and he is also a cultivation genius with a single spiritual root. No one in the whole Crescent Moon Peak loves him like a treasure.

Crescent Moon Peak was attacked by demon cultivators, and Xue Zhongyu's life and death were unknown, which was a huge blow to the entire Crescent Moon Peak.

At this time, the original body, who was [-]% similar to Xue Zhongyu, came.

On the one hand, Xue Wuya felt pity for him, on the other hand, every time she saw him, she thought of her son, her mood was very contradictory, and she was always hot and cold towards him.

But the other people at Crescent Moon Peak completely regarded him as the shadow of Jade in Snow.

They dressed him in gorgeous red and purple clothes, with a jade belt and a golden crown, and dressed him like a mortal prince, because Xue Zhongyu liked it.

They asked him to learn temperament, become a piano repairman, and learn how to make fragrances, because Xue Zhongyu liked it—even though the original body had no talent in this way.

Wang Gu, who was in charge of taking care of the original body, was the one who took care of Xue Zhongyu in the past.She put a little cinnabar mole on the original body every day, also because Xue Zhongyu likes it.

The original body occasionally raises objections, and they will be persuaded or ignored by them.

They said that he was ungrateful, that the peak master saved his life, and he couldn't even make such a sacrifice.

They said that if he didn't learn from the young master, the peak master would definitely reject him, and Crescent Moon Peak would not welcome him again.

The meaning of his existence is to live on behalf of another person.

A six-year-old child who just suffered a major change and lost his parents, came to a strange place with no memory of the past.

Crescent Moon Peak was the only place he was familiar with, and he was afraid of being abandoned.

So he tried his best to learn the piano and make incense according to the requirements of these people, and put a little cinnabar on his eyebrows every day.

Even the new name is a homonym of "Xiaoyu".

It didn't take long for the entire Taixu Sect to know that there was a new junior brother at Crescent Moon Peak, who was [-]% similar to Junior Xue Zhongyu from Crescent Moon Peak since he was a child.

On the contrary, Yuanzheng was secretly happy, because he found that when he did what Nangu said, they would all be very concerned about him, asking about his health and wellbeing.Even the master would often beckon himself over lovingly and ask a lot of questions.

He is the most popular young master in the entire Crescent Peak.

Even if he has no accomplishments with Qin Xiu, he has just established the foundation after ten years of practice in the serious water and wood phase.

Even though he couldn't distinguish those complex spices at all, every time he sat in the incense room, it was very painful.

But he is greedy for this warmth.

But stolen things don't last long.

Ten years later, Xue Zhongyu came back.

The little prince dressed in a golden crown, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, is a 16-year-old Jindan monk, full of vigor.

He was frequently picked out and compared with Xue Zhongyu.

In terms of appearance, his facial features are not as beautiful as snow in the snow, and he is not suitable for gorgeous and eye-catching dresses.

In terms of temperament, he carefully guesses other people's preferences and pretends to be another person all year round, which is incomparable to the high-spirited Xue Zhongyu.

In terms of cultivation, how could a "waste" who was able to build a foundation under the cultivation of the excellent resources of Crescent Peak compare with a 16-year-old genius?

He was compared to the dust.

He watched those who loved him give Xue Zhongyu all their care and love, and looked at him with nothing but disgust.

There is also Nangu, as well as the brothers and sisters, obviously they called him to learn from Xue Zhongyu for ten years, but now, they came over and told him indifferently: You don't want to learn from the younger brother.

If he doesn't learn from his younger brother, who will he learn from?

He has been the shadow of others for ten years, and he no longer knows what he should like and what he should look like.

Xue Zhongyu was full of hostility towards him.

And in Wanyue Peak, the junior brother who has been lost for ten years and returned is a treasure that was lost and found, and his preferences are the preferences of Crescent Moon Peak.

The younger brother didn't like him, so he was asked not to appear in front of the younger brother.

He hides in the shadows like an invisible shadow.

Half a year later, people from the Demon Realm came to seek revenge—Xue Zhongyu was indeed kidnapped back then, but she was not abused.

He became the playmate of the devil's only daughter, because the little princess in the devil world liked him, and he didn't suffer any grievances.

He grew up with that little princess as a childhood sweetheart, and took advantage of the other party's affection for him to steal the demon world's most precious sword, Fen Tian. When he escaped, the formation of the Holy Land collapsed. In order to survive, he pushed the person out to protect himself from the wound.

People from the demon world came to take revenge, and the demon lord has an order: if you see Xue Zhongyu, you will be killed on the spot.

The original body, who was similar to Xue Zhongyu, was taken as a scapegoat by the wronged demons and died in the snow.

At that time, he was still carrying a carefully selected gift, which was going to be given to the master, brothers and sisters-he finally made up his mind, he was going to leave Crescent Moon Peak, leave Taixu Sect, and go down the mountain to find someone who no one knew him. Where no one knows Xue Zhongyu, live anew and learn to be yourself.

But he didn't have that chance.

After watching the whole plot, Mu Xing is still not doing well, and the light group has already exploded with anger.

"What is this? Isn't this too much? Just look at it and get angry!"

It was so angry that the light on its body flickered, as if it was about to short-circuit at any time: "Everyone on Crescent Moon Peak has problems, and that Xue Zhongyu has problems even more!"

Mu Xing nodded approvingly: "It does seem to be a serious illness."

"Junior Junior Brother?" The boy looked at the little boy in front of him who stood there blankly and stared at him, with a flash of impatience in his eyes.

This child has this face for nothing, and is extremely stupid, far worse than Xiaoyu.

Mu Xing didn't miss his eyes, he opened the door, and said something he didn't want to say about the topic just now: "Second brother, I had a dream last night, I seem to remember something."

The person in front of him is Qi Xiubai, the second disciple of Crescent Moon Peak.

Qi Xiubai frowned: "What are you talking about? The lessons in the piano room will start soon, if you don't leave, you will be late."

Mu Xing said to himself: "I remembered, my name is not Xiao Yu. My parents gave me a name. My surname is Mu, and my name is Mu Xing."

Qi Xiubai's eyes flashed: "You have entered the way of self-cultivation now, and everything in the mortal world is a thing of the past, Xiao Yu sounds very nice..."

His words suddenly stopped, because the little boy in front of him was looking at him fixedly.

There was no usual timidity and restlessness in the eyes, calm and indifferent, like a deep pool.

"I don't think it sounds good." Mu Xing repeated, "I like my name."

He suddenly turned around and said with short legs, "I'm going to find Master!"

His arm was pulled, Qi Xiubai said impatiently: "What are you messing around with? Master is so busy, how can he have time to see you? Now you obey me and follow me to the piano room."

Mu Xing shook his hand away forcefully.

"Second Senior Brother, if you want to go, just go. I know the way to the main hall."

If he had just seen the plot just now, Mu Xing could feel it very clearly now: Qi Xiubai doesn't look down on him at all, he is pretending to be patient and gentle towards him.

And this gentle surface is probably just because of his own face that is very similar to Xue Zhongyu.

Mu Xing lowered his eyes.

Unfortunately.

The original body was timid, greedy for this false warmth.

He didn't like it at all.

He ignored Qi Xiubai's cold face and focused on walking towards the main peak.

Qi Xiubai looked at him in astonishment for a while, but he didn't do anything coercive to the child after all.

He didn't go to the piano room anymore, and followed Mu Xing with a cold face.

He wants to see, what exactly does this kid want to do?