Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

The small courtyard where Mu Xing lived was not far from the main hall where Xue Wuya lived, but it was winter, and it was snowing one after another, he walked on his short legs, and it took him two incense sticks to arrive.

As soon as he approached the main hall, a voice came from his ear, with surprise: "Xiao Yu, Xiu Bai, why are you here at this hour?"

Mu Xing pursed his lips, trying to make his voice serious: "The disciple has something to do, please see the master."

It's a pity that it is limited by age conditions, so soft and sticky, it sounds like being coquettish.

Xue Wuya's tone softened a bit: "Come in."

Mu Xing raised his leg and stepped over the high threshold.

Xue Wuya was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through a book.

He is probably the standard "immortal" appearance in the eyes of ordinary people: white clothes and jade crown, handsome face, indifferent temperament, ordinary people standing in front of him, there is a sense of shame.

The original body never dared to look directly at this master.

Mu Xing dared.

Xue Wuya looked at the little boy in front of him, his eyes flashed with nostalgia and sadness, he asked in doubt: "Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you today, didn't you light the cinnabar?"

Again this question.

Mu Xing's voice was dry: "Because the disciple doesn't like it."

Xue Wuya was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Really? I see that you have been ordering all the time, I thought you liked it."

The reason why Mu Xing came to see Xue Wuya was precisely because, in the original plot, only this master in the entire Crescent Moon Peak looked like a normal person.

He really cared about the original owner, but because of this face, he never dared to be too close to this disciple, for fear of hurting the scene, so he didn't know what the original owner had been living.

Therefore, he thought that the imitation of Xue Zhongyu was due to the original owner's own thoughts.

And he, out of certain psychology, did not stop Yuan Bo's behavior.

So Mu Xing couldn't forgive him for the original body, like Xue Wuya, in a sense, the original body indirectly destroyed the original body's accomplices.

He said: "It's not that the disciple likes it, but I hope that my aunt likes it, the senior brother, the second senior brother, the third senior sister, and you, the master."

He thought for a while, added a sentence, and said the name that became a taboo in Crescent Moon Peak: "It's the real Junior Brother Xiaoyu who likes it."

Xue Wuya's face suddenly darkened.

"Xiao Yu!" Qi Xiubai was startled and angry, how dare he mention Junior Brother Xiaoyu in front of his master?

Mu Xing turned his head and looked at him calmly: "Second senior brother, I have already said it just now, I remembered. My name is not Xiaoyu, I have a name, and my name is Mu Xing."

"Little... Mu Xing." Xue Wuya waved at him, "Come here."

Mu Xing stepped forward, he wasn't worried that Xue Wuya would punish him in anger, the dignified immortal would not be like this.

Xue Wuya looked at him inquisitively, stretched out a finger, and touched his brow.

Mu Xing only felt a coolness between his brows, and that feeling disappeared very quickly.

After confirming that the child in front of him was not taken away, Xue Wuya's face relaxed a little, and he asked: "Mu Xing, you came to find me as a teacher, should there be something wrong?"

Mu Xing nodded.

He remembered what he was about to say, and unconsciously carried a little grievance in his tone.

This grievance was not his intention, but the residual instinct of this body when he thought of it.

"Master. I don't like learning the piano, nor do I like making incense."

He pointed to himself again: "This dress is beautiful, and the hair crown is also very beautiful, but it's not what I want to wear."

"I don't want to have a cinnabar mole either."

He opened his big black and white eyes, and stared at Xue Wuya with grievances and accusations: "Senior brothers and sisters, and Aunt Wang, they all told me that if I do this, Master will love me and care about me. But I don't like it, I dress up like this, the master sees me, is it really me?"

This sentence, Xue Wuya had also said to the original body.

That was not long after the original body imitated Xue Zhongyu.

Xue Wuya occasionally woke up from the pain of losing his beloved son, and when he saw the disciple who looked like his beloved son, he said something like this to him.

"Xiaoyu, you don't need to learn from your brother Xiaoyu. As a teacher, you can actually tell the difference."

But Yuanchen only thought that it was the master who wanted to dislike him, he stammered and said that he just liked it and didn't learn from others, his eyes were red with anxiety.

Xue Wuya never mentioned it again.

Mu Xing's words made Xue Wuya startled and angry.

He glanced at the second disciple sharply: "Xiu Bai, is that so? You forced your little junior brother to do this? He is only a six-year-old child!"

He faintly sensed that the child deliberately dressed up like this to please and comfort himself.

But he thought it was the child's intention, but he never thought that he would have such a big grievance and reluctance.

And his disciples, whom he had always trusted, threatened such a child so despicably!

Qi Xiubai knelt down in a panic: "Master, this disciple is just, this disciple just misses my junior brother too much! Xiaoyu is so young, just..."

He couldn't help crying: "I miss him so much. It just so happened that God sent Junior Brother Xiaoyu...Mu Xing to Crescent Moon Peak. I think this is a sign from the heavens, and this is returning Junior Brother Xiaoyu to us. That's why..."

He knocked his head several times with a bang: "It's the disciple who is confused!"

Mu Xing went to see Xue Wuya, as expected, the man's expression was gloomy, his eyes were already faintly red.

"That's all." Xue Wuya said in a low voice, "It's because I'm incompetent as a teacher and failed to protect your little junior brother."

Sure enough.Mu Xing watched coldly.

Although he felt that Xue Wuya was pitiful, but also felt that as a real person in the immortal way, his heart was too weak.

Qi Xiubai's obvious sophistry is only because it involves Xue Zhongyu, so he can't tell the difference.

No, maybe it's not that he can't tell the difference, but that he prefers to be confused.

Because this second disciple is also a rare person in this world who misses Xue Zhongyu with him.

But how unfair is this to the original body?

Xue Wuya looked at Mu Xing: "It's your second senior brother who did something wrong, so I asked him to apologize for you. This will definitely not happen in the future."

Mu Xing didn't miss Qi Xiubai's resentful gaze.

He had a grudge against himself.

He didn't like it very much in the first place, but Xue Wuya's performance made him more determined to leave.

"Master, I have something to ask." He said.

Xue Wuya: "Tell me."

Mu Xing said in a serious tone: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life. It's just that the disciple now remembers his memory and wants to go home."

He is too lazy to be lingering with people like Wan Yuefeng.

Xue Wuya was startled, and then said: "You...both parents are gone. Where can you go?"

Mu Xing was stunned.

He remembered, in Yuanshen's memory, his father was a single heir for several generations, and his mother's family was also withered.

If he goes back, he is a six-year-old child, and he really doesn't seem to have anywhere to go.

He lowered his head and stood there without speaking.

Even if he couldn't go back, he didn't want to stay at Crescent Moon Peak anymore.

He didn't hide this thought, it was too obvious, so naturally he couldn't hide it from Xue Wuya.

Xue Wuya sighed: "A childish child has the most innocent mind, and the actions of a few disciples obviously hurt this child's heart."

He thought for a moment, and said: "I major in swordsmanship, so I am not suitable to teach you. It is expedient to accept you as an apprentice. I think you are a pair of water and wood. You have a gentle temper and a sword master. You are not Suitable for Crescent Moon Peak. How about I choose a suitable place for you?"

Mu Xing looked up at him with shining eyes, thinking that you are really a good person.

It happened to be winter at this time.

In the original plot, ten years later, on such a snowy day, he was pierced through the heart by a demon's sword and fell in the icy snow.

But now, he was held by Xue Wuya's hand, step by step, away from this white world.

The place Xue Wuya chose for Mu Xing was another main peak of Taixu Sect.

Medicine Peak.

Yaofeng disciples are the least number among the Taixu Thirteen Peaks.

When the disciples of other peaks mentioned Yaofeng, their comments were almost all: weird, don't mess with it.

It doesn't mean how powerful the disciples of Yaofeng are, but no one knows what kind of medicinal powder these disciples of Yaofeng hide under their sleeves.

As soon as he entered the medicine peak, Mu Xing's whole body warmed up.

Different from the white snow of Crescent Peak, Yaofeng is actually full of warm wind and lush vegetation in this cold winter snowy day.

Feeling guilty towards the child, seeing his surprise, Xue Wuya explained in a warm voice: "The medicine peak is different from other main peaks, because there are countless spiritual herbs, so the main peak is maintained by formations throughout the year, and the four seasons are like spring."

Mu Xing nodded in understanding.

Along the way, they kept encountering Yaofeng disciples saluting to Xue Wuya, and they all looked curiously at the child who was being held by Crescent Peak Master.

Most of the disciples bowed their heads and hurried past after just a glance, doing their own thing, and some were curious and whispered to their companions:

"Who is the child being led by Master Xue? He looks so cute!"

"Look...how does it look like Junior Xue Zhongyu from Crescent Moon Peak? But it doesn't mean that this junior was given by the demons..."

The following words were hidden in the wind, like some untouchable taboo.

Xue Wuya didn't seem to hear anything, and led Mu Xing all the way up to the main peak.

Mu Xing watched all the way, there are strange flowers and flowers everywhere in this medicine peak, and the smell is very fragrant. It is not as simple and serious as Crescent Moon Peak, but he likes it very much.

Seeing his expression, Xue Wuya knew that he liked it, so he smiled and said: "I guess you would like this place, your Mizuki spirit root is also very suitable for Yaofeng."

He took Mu Xing straight up to the main peak, and arrived in front of an exquisite two-story building.

This small building is surrounded by countless flower fields and medicine fields in the center, like a hermit's residence.

"Xue Wuya, why did you come to my place?" A crisp voice sounded behind the two of them.

Mu Xing turned around and saw a ten-year-old boy with delicate features, bare feet, dressed in short brown, with a bamboo basket almost as tall as himself on his back, as if he was picking medicine.

The boy approached, and Mu Xing smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance from the boy.

He could actually call Xue Wuya by his full name?

The next moment, I heard Xue Wuya say: "Master Yao Wu, I brought you an apprentice."

This boy is actually the main medicine master of Yaofengfeng?

The elders of Taixu Sect's generation are all "no" generation, but what Mu Xing remembered in the plot, apart from Xue Wuya, there is only one Taixu Sect master, the peak master of Taixu Peak, Jing Wuying.

As if aware of Mu Xing's surprise, Xue Wuya explained: "He is a madman who refines medicine, and he always likes to test medicine on himself. This appearance is the result of his taking medicine. Don't be afraid. After a while It will be fine."

Yao Wushi glanced at Mu Xing: "This child..."

Xue Wuya smiled wryly and said: "He and Xiaoyu are born like each other, it's a fate from heaven. But it's not good for this child to live in Crescent Moon Peak, so I'll bring him to your place."