After wearing the book, I became the white moonlight of the paranoid protagonist

The moment Jiang Weilin thought of this name, Jiang Weilin felt as if he had passed away. Even though the time in the practice was fast, it was still 13 years.

The face in my memory is also a little fuzzy, I haven't seen it for many years, such a long time... I don't know what the child looks like now.

However, becoming a golden elixir at the age of 16 is also an achievement unparalleled in the world.

It should be good.

"Hey, brother Jiang, what's the matter with you?" Long Qing waved his hands in front of Jiang Weilin.

Jiang Weilin quickly came back to his senses, a little annoyed that he was distracted outside, he replied gently to Long Qing, "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered something from the past."

"Hey, that's what you want to ask, why are you still distracted?" Long Qing was a little aggrieved.

"Brother Long, don't worry, I'm listening." Jiang Weilin changed the subject, "Since he has become a golden core at the age of 16, will he participate in this competition?"

Long Qing thought about it a little uncertainly, and then said affirmatively: "Yes! Only disciples who are 50 years old or below Jindan can participate in the Inner Sect Grand Competition."

Because most of the disciples build foundations in their 50s and 50s, those with poor aptitude are more than [-], setting it below [-] is to give young and gifted disciples some opportunities to get rewards, [-] years old is really young in cultivating immortals, and Dingjindan The following is to give a chance to the disciples who are not qualified but have been working hard.

When this rule was made, they probably did not expect that there would be a 16-year-old Jin Dan.

The Qiantianmen who had the best aptitude before was only in his fifties.

Usually the favorites to win the championship are the hundred-year-old cultivators who are close to the Golden Core, but this time a dark horse turned out to be a dark horse. It is estimated that the young Golden Core cultivator will definitely win the championship in the end.

The rewards of the Inner Sect Grand Competition are different every year, but they are all extremely rich.

Those over 100-year-old Foundation Establishment Ninth Stage will desperately participate, because the rewards may help them step into the Golden Core.

Hearing this, Jiang Weilin felt some secret emotions in his heart.

After 13 years, maybe we can finally meet each other.

It's not like he didn't have the opportunity to enter the former outer sect competition, but he finally gave up due to various reasons. Now...

The dishes have been served, and there is also a jug of warm wine.

Jiang Weilin poured himself a glass of wine restlessly, and Long Qing had already drank half of the pot while sipping it lightly. While drinking, he slammed his mouth and said, "This wine is not strong enough."

"Drink less, you have to go for a walk later." Jiang Weilin came back to his senses and persuaded with a smile.

"It's all right." Long Qing waved his hand, he can drink very well.

When the two were eating happily, a man from the table next to him came over. He stood in front of the table in a plain black robe, "You just said, the 16-year-old Jin Dan from Qiantianmen?"

He knew it as soon as he opened his mouth, obviously he had been listening for a long time.

Jiang Weilin paused slightly, before answering, Long Qing said, "I don't know what questions this brother has."

Jiang Weilin gave him a surprised look, and then he clearly felt that the other party had grown up, completely different from when he was a child who foolishly accepted other people's spirit stones.

"We are the disciples who were invited here this time to represent Ying Tianzong to watch the Qiantian Sect's Inner Sect Grand Competition." Even though the visitor tried to calm down his tone as much as possible, he still couldn't hide his superiority from his brows and eyes.

"It was Ying Tianzong's brothers." Long Qing said with a smile.

And his address obviously dissatisfied the other party. They saw Long Qing's Qi training level three at a glance, and felt that they were not qualified to talk to them at all.

On the contrary, the one next to it... can't see through.

The man turned his gaze to Jiang Weilin: "Is there really such a thing as a 16-year-old Jindan?"

The tone of the interrogation was very unpleasant.

Jiang Weilin replied with a smile: "Of course, I think you can confirm this matter when you come to the inner sect."

"Don't be fabricated by Qiantianmen for the sake of appearance." The man sneered.

"Of course not." Jiang Weilin responded with a good temper, and then changed the topic, "If you are really Yingtianzong disciples, Qiantianmen will treat you well. The 16-year-old Jindan does have such a person, but can you It’s hard to tell when you see it.”

Since the man questioned this, Jiang Weilin also took this opportunity to question the identities of the two of them, and by the way belittled one sentence - of course the Jindan cultivator is real, but if you can't see it, then you are not qualified.

The man heard it. He slapped the table with his big hand and was about to get angry when a cold voice came from behind, "Enough."

Wearing a gold-plated black robe with a gold-leaf crown on his head, a young man with the appearance of a nobleman stepped forward. He swung his wrist and lightly knocked the folding fan on the man's shoulder. The seemingly light movement caused the man's whole body to tremble. stiff.

"gone."

He said lightly, but his hawk-like eyes were extremely sharp. Before he turned around, his gaze drifted over Jiang Weilin, and then he retracted it very quickly, leading the man with stiff hands and feet down the stairs.

Jiang Weilin watched him leave gradually, unknowingly covered with a thin layer of sweat, he realized that he had unconsciously tightened his nerves and put on a vigilant posture.

"Brother Jiang..." Long Qing said worriedly.

Jiang Weilin wiped off the sweat from his forehead, said with a light smile, "It's nothing."

Alarm bells sounded in my heart.

The person holding the fan is very strong, his cultivation level must be higher than his, it may be... Jindan.

Because of that person's appearance, Jiang Weilin was also absent-minded when eating, after eating, he went out with Long Qing and found an inn to stay.

The two of them lived in two rooms, and Jiang Weilin had already relaxed a lot when lying on the bed at night.

Although the man's subordinates were hostile, the Jindan cultivator did not have any killing intentions. The reason for his tension was more because his strength was suppressed and he felt uncomfortable.

There are too many strong people in this world, it seems that you should be cautious in your words and deeds when you go out.

Jiang Weilin took a deep breath, hugged the quilt and rolled over a few times, but still couldn't fall asleep, then got up helplessly.

In fact, it is not too late now, there is a night market outside.

Thinking of this, he simply flipped out of the window.

There are many people coming and going on the street, not crowded but not too crowded. Jiang Weilin walked a lot along the flow of people, occasionally lingering for a while when he saw interesting little things.

"Hey, young master, come and see! Tiger, rabbit, and sugar man have everything!"

Jiang Weilin heard the voice stop, he glanced at the stall, "Can you pinch people?"

"Of course! You can say anything you want!" The stall owner greeted quickly.

"I want to pinch a child..." Jiang Weilin described Yuanshan's appearance when he was young.

It's been too long and he can't remember clearly, it will be better if he cultivates his memory.

The stall owner had good skills, and quickly pinched a sugar figurine out, coated it with a layer of sugar coating, and then wrapped it in an oiled paper bag.

After Jiang Weilin paid the copper coin, he took the sugar figure. The sugar part of the sugar figure was in the oil paper bag, and a long stick was exposed at the back. into his arms.

"Young master, the sugar figurine will melt in your arms." The stall owner said hastily.

Jiang Weilin smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He knew that the sugar man would melt, so he wrapped the thing with an aura containing water elements, which didn't require much effort.

After wandering around the street again, Jiang Weilin picked a shop and went in when he came to a slightly colder street.

"What does the guest officer need?" Xiao Er greeted him.

"Just a bowl of wontons." Jiang Weilin casually said as he glanced at the diners eating wontons on the table by the door.

"Okay." Xiao Er greeted Jiang Weilin to sit down, and went to the back kitchen to serve wontons.

Jiang Weilin sat on the wooden chair at the door, and it was just right to eat a bowl of hot wontons with the cool night breeze blowing outside. When the wontons were served, he glanced at the red lanterns hanging by the street for lighting, somehow reminded him of his previous life on the street. Days while eating barbecue.

Thinking about it, it feels like a world away.

However, it has indeed been too long.

Just as the hot wontons were served, Jiang Weilin hadn't had time to take a bite when suddenly a force came from his shoulder.

"!"

Even if it was just a light pat, Jiang Weilin was terrified!He turned his head suddenly, and the vigilance of his whole body suddenly relaxed when he saw a familiar person.

"Brother Song?"

Jiang Weilin's tone couldn't hide his surprise, he didn't expect to meet Song Qing in this place, after several years, the other party has matured a lot, and the childishness on his face has long since receded.

"I haven't seen you in years."

Song Qing nodded lightly, there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his lips but nothing, he naturally sat down opposite Jiang Weilin.

"How have these years been?"

After parting with Jiang Weilin, they only exchanged letters occasionally, because Jiang Weilin spends most of his time in retreat, so even replying to letters may be delayed for several years.

But even after such a long time, the two of them didn't seem to feel too unfamiliar when they met.

"It's not bad." Jiang Weilin replied casually, he scalded his tongue when he spooned a mouthful of wonton stuffed into his mouth.

"...What about your brother?"

"It should be fine." Jiang Weilin said: "It will take two days to see him."

Song Qing knew about Jiang Weilin staying in the outer gate while Yuanshan entered the inner gate, and Jiang Weilin had sent him a letter to tell him.

Song Qing sighed softly, "In this case, why didn't you come with me back then, but stayed at the outer door instead." He was indeed a little puzzled by this, and he had invited Jiang Weilin many times in his letters, but they were all rejected. .

Jiang Weilin was choked and coughed lightly, he couldn't say that he was afraid of the protagonist.

After thinking about it very quickly, he hesitated and said: "I don't want to get closer to that child."

"He's not your real brother." Song Qing said.

Jiang Weilin was startled, and said awkwardly, "How did Brother Song know that?"

"The surnames are different, and they don't look alike, and have you forgotten how we met for the first time?" Song Qing replied, in fact, I really didn't notice it before, and it took a long time to notice something wrong.

"You ran out of the mass grave, and soon you had a younger brother with a different surname." Song Qing couldn't help but find it funny when she said this, "He was only three years old, why have you been separated from him for so many years?"

Jiang Weilin was a little embarrassed when the lie was exposed after more than ten years. He used the clean chopsticks beside him to pick up a wonton, dipped it in some sauce, and handed it to Song Qing's mouth.

"Senior Brother Song, taste it quickly, it tastes good."

Song Qing instinctively resisted, but when she saw Jiang Weilin's gaze, she couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, then lowered her head and swallowed the wonton.

"Although it's not a kiss, it's almost the same as a kiss." Jiang Weilin tried to break up.

"You really value friendship." Song Qing said helplessly.

Seeing this, Jiang Weilin changed the subject and said: "Brother Song, I heard that your master has accepted a closed disciple." Since Song Qing is here, he should also ask about the protagonist by the way.

It stands to reason that Jiang Weilin knew Song Qing's identity only after reading the novel, but in fact he probably didn't know, but Song Qing also informed him in the letter later, so he can talk about it freely now.

According to the timeline, the current protagonist should be in his teens, and he will be framed by Moxiu when he is 20 years old. If the time is approaching, maybe he can remind Song Qing one or two.

"Closed disciple?" Song Qing teased with a clear smile: "My master did accept one, but you are well informed."

Jiang Weilin smiled perfunctorily, and then went straight to the topic, "Senior Brother Song, how old is that disciple this year?"

Song Qing thought for a while, "Sixteen."

sixteen?

Jiang Weilin said directly: "Brother, how is that disciple's disposition?" He planned to chat casually first.

"It's nothing but a cold temper." Song Qing thought for a while and said. Speaking of which, he didn't have much contact with that junior sister. The other party practiced the Mutant Ice Spirit Root and had a very cold temper.

Jiang Weilin listened and nodded, he really resembled the character of the protagonist, he said: "Senior Brother Song should pay more attention to his emotions on weekdays."

After thinking about it, it's better to talk about it calmly. After all, the protagonist hasn't done anything now. If he talks too much and it seems that he broke up the relationship with others, let's wait a few years before talking about it.

"You're right." Song Qing was thoughtful. The junior sister was too cold-tempered to relate to others, so she really should take care of her more.

Jiang Weilin kept this matter in mind, while chatting with Song Qing about something, while eating the wonton in the bowl.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, "Senior Brother Song, how is your cultivation now?"

Song Qing did not shy away from this, "I have entered the second stage of Jindan."

Jiang Weilin didn't feel anything at first, he sincerely congratulated a few words, and then slowly calmed down.

"What?" Song Qing noticed something was wrong.

"Senior Brother Song...... How old are you?"

"25."

Jiang Weilin's chewing movement slowly stopped.

"25...Golden Core Level [-]." He couldn't help muttering.

He suddenly remembered that in the original book, Song Qing was only 25 years old when he rushed to Jindan, not to mention the second stage of Jindan, and even the first stage was unstable, but now...

He thought carefully about what Long Qing said today, and suddenly thought that Song Qing had actually taken the golden elixir!

how can that be!

The plot... changed?

For a moment, Jiang Weilin felt as if things were out of control. He calmed down and thought carefully about what caused the change in the plot.

is it him?Butterfly effect, but he and Song Qing have never met a few times.

"Weilin, what's the matter with you?" Sensing that he was not in the right state, Song Qing grasped his trembling hand firmly, and said softly, "If there is anything, you can tell me."

Only then did Jiang Weilin quickly come to his senses, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, "It's okay, it's just small things, don't need Brother Song to worry about it."

He suddenly didn't want to stay outside, he needed to go back and think about it, when he was about to get up, he found Song Qing holding his hand.

"Brother Song?"

Song Qing paused, then took it back calmly, "I offended you."

Jiang Weilin didn't notice anything, just shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't talk to Brother Song anymore, it's too late and I should go back to the inn."

"If you're tired, go back. I'm here on behalf of Xuanlingzong to watch the Qiantianmen's inner gate competition, and we can meet again then."

"Okay, I will definitely treat my brother well." Jiang Weilin replied with a smile.

The little second next to him took away the table and bowl, and when Jiang Weilin was about to leave, Song Qing repeated again: "If you have anything to do, you can come to me."

Jiang Weilin nodded without any surprise, "Of course, thank you brother for your kindness."

After a hasty parting, Jiang Weilin went back to the inn, and the joy of meeting old acquaintances was swept away because of the change in the plot.

The plot....changed without him noticing.

He gritted his teeth, carefully recalled the previous events, thought about his experience with Song Qing, and then thought about the book.

It seemed that there were scenes one after another in his consciousness, until there was a place where he suddenly stopped.

"A third-level monster."

Jiang Weilin seemed to understand, and couldn't help saying softly.

In the original book, Song Qing also encountered a third-level monster, but there is no Jiang Weilin and no fox in the book. Song Qing barely avoided death by destroying the jade pendant and leaving the secret realm, but she was also seriously injured and left with a magic root burned by the monster , this kind of thing has endless troubles and is extremely difficult to deal with.

In addition, many disciples in the team died due to serious injuries from monsters. In the end, Xuanlingzong lost a small group of young disciples due to the embarrassing escape from the secret realm. Song Qing also left behind demons, so the excellent talent did not enter the golden core until 25 years old.

Even though 25 is already a genius, he should have had a smoother path.

Therefore, Jiang Weilin brought him this path, without the harm brought by the third-level monsters, Song Qingnian entered the golden core at only eighteen years old, two years earlier than the protagonist in the book was 20 years old.

The moment he understood, Jiang Weilin's uneasiness dissipated, leaving only a little happiness.

Fortunately, Song Qing had a better way.

Today's Song Qing is an adult and has passed the age of mental instability, even if she also suffers a failure, she will not leave any demons behind.

Jiang Weilin let out a breath.

Knowing the reason, then the change of the plot is not terrible.

And in this way, it is also clear that the plot can indeed be changed, so... is it possible to stop the massacre of Xuanlingzong?

Jiang Weilin has always avoided plots related to the protagonist, but this is the first time he has a change of mind.

Song Qing helped him a lot, and it would be unacceptable if he ended up being slaughtered as in the book.

Jiang Weilin felt a headache after thinking about it, and sighed faintly.

Let's talk about it later.

On the second day, Jiang Weilin got up late, and when he woke up, Long Qing had already brought breakfast in.

"Brother Jiang! Why are you so sleepy?"

Jiang Weilin didn't say anything about the fact that he slipped out in the middle of the night, but just smiled a little sleepy, thinking that he would have known that he would have meditated all night so he wouldn't have to sleep.

After a night of sleep, I woke up tired and tight.

"Let's hurry up and play today, and we'll go back to watch the competition tomorrow!" Long Qing said excitedly.

Jiang Weilin combed his hair. He has never been very good at handling these long hairs. In the end, he simply made a small ball, and the rest of the hair fell down.

"This stuff is good, try it soon." Long Qing pushed several dishes for him.

Jiang Weilin took a bite, it was really good.

After they finished their breakfast, they went shopping in the market outside, and went to some clothing stores to buy some clothes, and then went shopping in other places, and went back to Zongmen after they had enough shopping in the evening .

After reporting the itinerary at the management office, Jiang Weilin returned to the small wooden house where he had practiced for more than ten years, and cleaned the entire interior.

Finally, I went to bed with my arms around the fox's nest.

Be lazy for a while and continue to meditate tomorrow.

The inner gate of Qiantianmen opens at six o'clock in the morning for the once-in-ten-year competition.

Jiang Weilin was called up by Long Qing before dawn, and after dragging his clothes, he went to line up in front of the inner gate.

Every disciple who wanted to enter still had to be stamped according to the old rules. No matter what, the inner door could not enter and exit casually.

The disciples queuing to enter were pasted with talismans one by one, and the talismans disappeared as soon as they were pasted on their upper body. It is said that the talismans would become hot to warn the outer disciples to leave when the time came.

Jiang Weilin was also pasted on his body, and he was squeezed in by impatient disciples just after he finished pasting it.

"Hey." He sighed and smoothed out the wrinkles on his body. Long Qing beside him was so excited after entering the inner door, he looked around.

Jiang Weilin was calm, because even if he came in, he could only go to one other place in Bixianchang, but he couldn't touch it.

But the aura of the inner sect is indeed abundant.

After the innate spirit body entered the inner door, it obviously felt much more comfortable and lighter than the outer door.

"Let's go." He pulled Long Qing towards him, "The competition is about to begin."