From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

14 years have passed in a hurry, and the romantic figures in the world have changed several times. For some reason, Bai Ruoshui, the former number one beauty in the martial arts world, became a monk and left Qingming nunnery two years after the Xuanming Sect was destroyed. Zhang Fengyan arrived In the end, he failed to marry her.

And the protagonists in the storyteller's lingering stories have long since changed their names, and no one will talk about the incident 14 years ago. A young man in gray with a long sword for three years broke into the In the main altar of the Devil's Cult, kill the demon leader who everyone can kill in the main altar of the Devil's Cult.

Although that story is not true, it is the favorite of those young heroes who have just left their training.

Now, 14 years have passed. When Luo Fangcheng walked out of his home in the mountains, he realized that the world had changed again.

When he knew that 14 years had passed, he didn't dare to stop for a moment and went to Xuanmingjiao.

He didn't dare to think about anything, he could only empty his head desperately, and rushed to Mount Luojia with all his strength.

In the evening, he stood at the foot of Mount Luojia with a dazed expression on his face. The Mount Luojia in front of him was no longer what it used to be. There was only a barren scene left here. All of them were chopped off, and the disciples of the Xuanming Sect guarding the roadside also disappeared.

Wei Fangcheng stood there, stunned for a while, and then an old woodcutter passed by him, Wei Fangcheng stopped him, and asked him about the Xuanming Sect.

"Xuanmingjiao..." The old woodcutter shook his head and sighed, and said to Wei Fangcheng, "It's long gone. It's been more than ten years, and Xuanmingjiao has long since disappeared."

Wei Fangcheng's face turned pale in an instant, and the bitter cold wind hit him. He was dressed thinly, with only a single shirt under the gray robe, but he couldn't feel the cold, he had already lost perception.

The old woodcutter looked at Wei Fangcheng's strange appearance, and thought that maybe he had some relatives in the Xuanming Sect, and then comforted him: "Young man, don't worry, many disciples of the Xuanming Sect escaped from the mountain later. I went to other places, and your hair is so white at such a young age."

Wei Fangcheng forced a smile at the old man, turned around and ran to the top of Luojia Mountain.

The old woodcutter looked at Wei Fangcheng's back and sighed that they were still young and strong, then he carried the basket on his back again and walked towards the path to the west.

A few dogs barked faintly in the distance, and the smoke from the kitchen rushed straight into the sky.

Chaimen smelled the bark of the dog, and the snowy night returned to others.

Who is the owner.

……

Wei Fangcheng came to the top of Luojia Mountain. Most of the exquisite buildings had already been destroyed. Mr. Qian's medicine house was covered under the thick white snow, and there was no trace of him ever existed.

Cen Fei was poisoned at that time, and he failed to bring back the sacrificial powder for him, what would happen to him?Would he think... that he didn't want him?

Wei Fangcheng's heart was pierced by a knife. At this time, he didn't know that the truth was crueler than anything he could imagine.

The red silk cloth sandwiched between the wood and rocks has faded its original bright color under the sun and rain, and the dilapidated lanterns are lying on both sides of the road. He lost his pace and finally reached the room.

Many of the ornaments in the room had disappeared. There was a thick layer of dust on the table, there was a little rust on the spout of the silver jug, and the stool beside the table disappeared. He walked to the bed While bending down, he touched the mechanism under the bed and pressed it lightly.

The secret door on the wall was opened. Wei Fangcheng walked over, but stopped in front of the door. He turned around and lit the dragon and phoenix candle on the table, and walked towards the secret room with the candle in his hand.

"I'm back, Brother Cen." He said.

And as he stepped into this secret room, all the memories of Gong Qianbi reappeared in his mind, and he stayed where he was.

It turned out...he had already lost him.

In the year of Xinyou, on the third day of June, in this secret room, he stabbed the dagger into Thie's heart, watched his breath weaken, and died of despair.

Or even earlier, he had killed him.

He lay in the ice and snow, died under the scorching sun, and fell in the torrential rain...

He always wanted to protect him well, but it turned out that he died in his own hands.

Wei Fangcheng's face had already lost all color, his expression was sluggish, his eyes were empty, in the dead silence, a mocking low laugh suddenly sounded.

Fourteen years ago, the other him stood at this place and told him that if he could survive, he would return his Fang Cheng to him.

So he never woke up from sleep.

Cen Fei doesn't want him anymore...

It was his fault.

Wei Fangcheng laughed again, with endless bitterness and self-deprecation in his laughter.

He took another two steps into the secret room. With the candle in his hand, he saw a huge shadow reflected on the opposite wall. The dragon and phoenix quilt in the corner was still the same color, and the gold and silver threads seemed to be dancing under the firelight. There was a skeleton lying on the quilt, and a dagger stuck in the chest of the skeleton, which was given to him by Cen Fei on his birthday.

Wei Fangcheng opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He walked towards the skeleton lightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people.

He squatted down in front of the skeleton, tilted his head to look at it for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to carefully wipe the dust on the skeleton.

That dagger was inlaid with the piece of moonlight jade, and the other small piece was on the finger of the skeleton finger.

He stretched out his hands to hug the skeleton, countless words were blocked in his throat, he opened his mouth, unable to utter a single sound, only his eyes seemed to have a bottomless deep pool, and those tears trickled down .

He originally thought that he had died on the way to bring back the sacrificial powder for him 14 years ago. It turned out that his life was so long and never ended.

Tears dripped on the emerald, the dust on the emerald was washed away, and it glowed with a little bit of fluorescence.

Just like it was 14 years ago.

That night, he stepped across the ground full of silver light, fetched the moonlight emerald that everyone in the world dreamed of, and presented it in front of the young man.

The young man took the emerald and smiled at him.

He seemed to be drunk in the altar of good wine that his mother buried in late spring 15 years ago, and he could never wake up again in this life.

The spring breeze blew across his face, and he was so drunk that he didn't know how many years.

I don't know how long it will be, but the red candle around him is about to burn out. He puts down Cen Fei in his arms, rearranges his clothes, and reveals a Wei Fangcheng who was 14 years ago with the corner of his mouth. Possessed a smile, but immediately a bitter look climbed his face.

He lay down beside the skeleton, held the skeleton in his arms, kissed the cold forehead of the skeleton, put his lips next to the skull's ear, smiled softly, and said to him: "We should enter It's the bridal chamber, baby."

He covered them with the dragon and phoenix quilt stained with Cen Fei's blood, looked down at the skeleton in his arms, took off the dagger from his chest, and stabbed slowly towards his heart.

Red blood poured out from the chest, dripping on the white bones, like red plums blooming in the snow, very enchanting.

When he was young, he once read such a passage in a book, and he heard that there are 12 years old as one yuan.After one yuan, all things in this world will be completely reproduced.

In other words, after 12 years, they will meet again.

At that time, you will still be you, and I... will only have half of me left.

That I will not make you sad, I will not let you break your heart, he will love and cherish you for us.

It's okay if you don't want to wake up.

I'm going to find you.

I love you……

……

The candlelight danced and struggled, and quietly extinguished after the last bit of wick was exhausted.

Since then, it has been plunged into darkness.

……

At this time, the southern country was still as warm as spring, and the lotus-picking girl came from afar in a black-covered boat, singing that song that he would never forget.

"Enter the gate of my lovesickness, and know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness, long lovesickness, short lovesickness, endless..."

……

Sauvignon Blanc...

Heartbreaking!

The author has something to say: According to the calculations of Shao Yong, a philosopher in the Northern Song Dynasty, things in the world will be completely reproduced in 12 years, that is, after 600 years, we will still be here When we meet, we will still fall in love with you.

The second half of this chapter borrowed this passage, but I couldn't find the source.

The next world should belong to he, and the future world is uncertain