Quick Wear: Cannon fodder fly bravely, good fortune will always follow

Chapter 260 The Female Cannon Fodder Who Falsely Claims Favors in the Historical Literature 1

Jiang Yueshu took a look at the new monsters she had recruited and felt a rare sense of anticipation. Their Hundred Monsters Sect had accepted quite a few talented new disciples this year. In addition to the Ice Fox, which had a special affinity for ice spiritual power, there was also the Illusion Grass Monster, which had the talent to captivate people's hearts.

Each of their innate talents will make them more powerful in every battle and have unexpected uses.

This first competition can be used to make a name for ourselves, so that we can attract more weak monsters.

On the side of the righteous sects, Fang Yan, the new leader of the Qingyun Sect, was among them. He had a cold face and an inexplicable chilliness about him that kept strangers away. In his hand, he was groping for a beauty carved out of jade.

Although he looks unapproachable, he enjoys a lot of good reputation in the world of cultivation. He particularly likes to travel, and inevitably caught many people or monsters with evil intentions. However, he does not reject the weak humans and monsters. Even this time's competition between the disciples of the human and monster races was because of his strong involvement.

"Thank you." Jiang Yueshu looked at this old friend and thanked him sincerely.

Over the years, she has been working hard for the entire demon world. Fang Yan has provided her with a lot of help, so her plan can be carried out so smoothly.

Fang Yan looked at the carved jade statue tenderly, and said in a gentle voice, "No, this is what she wants to see."

Jiang Yueshu looked at the familiar posture and face of the jade figurine, and couldn't help but think of the gentle and kind girl at the beginning, and couldn't help but speak to comfort her.

"It's been so many years, my condolences!"

Fang Yan didn't say anything, as if immersed in his own thoughts.

Jiang Yueshu watched for a while and was about to leave without disturbing him, but she heard him suddenly speak.

"If you have time, go see her. She should be very happy."

"Okay." Jiang Yueshu responded.

After the first competition between human and demon disciples ended, Jiang Yueshu went to see Tao Shu.

Just behind Fang Yan's former residence, there stands a tombstone with the characters "Fang Yan's wife - Tao Shu" engraved on it. From the familiar handwriting, one can tell that it was Fang Yan's handwriting.

The area around the tombstone was cleaned very carefully, with fresh fruits and cakes placed on it, the ones that Tao Shu had praised when she was alive. There were also many kinds of colorful and fresh flowers placed around it.

After washing her hands, Jiang Yueshu lit a candle and looked at the tombstone in silence for a while before leaving.

As soon as her figure disappeared, Fang Yan appeared.

He also held a bunch of flowers of other styles and placed them around the tombstone. Looking around, the lonely tombstone was surrounded by flowers, which looked very beautiful.

Fang Yan leaned lightly against the tombstone and took out a piece of crumpled paper from his arms. Every crooked word written on it was about every detail of his and Tao Shu's time together.

That was when Tao Shu was unconscious and was afraid that she would forget her lover, so she flipped through books, learned more words, and wrote down their story. She looked through it every day, and it was not until Fang Yan came back that she finally found it from a corner.

Fang Yan carefully unfolded the paper, flattened it gently with his hands, then smiled gently in the direction of the tombstone, and began to mutter to the air as usual.

"Shushu, do you still remember me today?"

"It's okay. It's okay if you forget. Brother Fang will read it to you now. I will read it to you every day. This way you don't have to worry about forgetting it anymore."

"..."

"Shushu, today is the first competition between the new disciples of the demon race and the human race. Now the weak monsters of the demon race have basically been absorbed into the Hundred Demon Sect, and the incident you experienced will not happen again."

"I will go take a look again in a few days to see if there is anything I have missed. Don't worry, the entire cultivation world is slowly getting better, and the human race and the demon race are getting along very harmoniously."

"And there are some new flowers I picked. Take a look and see if you like them. I'll bring you some more when I come back."

In the empty back mountain, Fang Yan was the only one asking questions to the air. As if he got a response, he continued talking with a smile.

It was not until night fell, when his voice became hoarse and his mouth became dry, that Fang Yan closed his mouth. He took out a jar of wine from his storage ring and took a few gulps.

After a few sips of wine, Fang Yan's face instantly turned red. He stared at the tombstone blankly, his eyes dazed, as if he saw the smiling girl. Every night, his longing for her was like a thorn in his tarsal bone, making him feel so painful that he had no strength in his body. He had no other choice but to numb himself with alcohol.

I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise.

I once said that as long as you ask me to do something, I will do it even if it costs my life.

But the only thing I can't do is forget you.

I'm sorry, Shushu, your brother Fang is very selfish.

He doesn't want to forget you, he just wants to remember you over and over again.

I will always wait for you and will always tell you our story.

You must not forget me——

After the demon race's path of cultivation was successfully put on the right track, Jiang Yueshu left the mission world directly. Otherwise, considering the lifespan of their practitioners, she would probably have to stay there forever.

Hundreds of millions of years later——

Fang Yan, the Immortal Lord Fang Zheng from the fairy world, went to the spiritual spring to water the plants as usual. He looked at the seeds that had not sprouted after hundreds of years of watering and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This seed appeared in his hand for no reason after he ascended to the fairyland. He had a strange feeling in his heart. With some idea in mind, he planted the seed with great expectation and carefully tended to it every day, waiting for the seed to germinate. However, year after year, no new sprouts ever appeared. If he had not been able to feel the faint breath buried deep underground, he would probably have doubted whether all this was real or an illusion.

After Fang Yan had taken care of everything, he skillfully took out a rattan chair from the side, lay down on it and closed his eyes.

After he fell asleep, a sprout suddenly appeared on the ground where there was no sprout originally, and swayed slowly. After a short while, the seed that had been nurtured for a hundred years instantly grew into a peach tree full of bright peach blossoms. The branches drooped softly, and a gust of wind blew, and the scattered petals fell in twos and threes on Fang Yan's hair.

Fang Yan suddenly opened his eyes as if he sensed something, and smelled the familiar fragrance of peach blossoms. He glanced slightly to the side and saw the peach pink that almost burned his eyes. A smile slowly appeared on his usually cold face.

It turns out that this is the only hope.

Everything is just a matter of thought for him. If he keeps indulging in the past, he may never be able to wait.

Only by following the will of heaven and successfully ascending to the fairyland, can the almost severed bond between the two be renewed.

After staying in the system space to rest for a while, Jiang Yueshu entered the next mission world after the system settlement was completed.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Jiang Yueshu heard a noisy noise coming from outside, as if two groups of people were arguing about something.

Jiang Yueshu didn't care, but looked around and herself in surprise. She was surrounded by earth-yellow walls and the roof was supported by several tall bridges. Occasionally, there were a few lights flickering on it. The whole house was very simple. Even she herself had a bean sprout body, wearing a set of ill-fitting tattered clothes, and two sparse and yellowish braids hanging by her ears.

Listening to the increasingly sharp quarreling sounds beside her ears, she frowned subconsciously and began to receive the original owner's memories.

The original owner, Jiang Erya, was the second daughter of Jiang Aiguo in Xinghua Village. She had an older brother and a younger brother. As the second child and a girl, she naturally became the least favored child in the family.

When she was eight years old, Jiang's mother caught a cold, but the family had no money to treat her. When the family finally borrowed money, the child died before being taken to the hospital in town.

After Jiang's mother passed away, the family was left without a mistress. Grandma Jiang asked a matchmaker to find a wife for Jiang Aiguo. The next year, a widow married into the Jiang family with her two children.

The widow's surname was Liu, and her name was Liu Hongjuan. Although she was not as delicate as young girls, she was pretty and had a plump figure. When she was young, she was a beauty in the village. Jiang Aiguo loved her very much, so he didn't mind the pair of encumbrances she brought with her. The two of them got together as soon as they fell in love.

From then on, the girl's status in the family, which was already low, became even lower. She ate the least in the whole family, but did more and more work day by day. As her personality became more and more withdrawn, she was silent and timid all day long, and was an extremely unpleasant girl.

When she was younger, she washed clothes, cooked, and collected firewood at home. When she grew older, she was urged to go out to work in addition to these tasks.

The little girl had no strength due to long-term hunger and did not work enough, so she was scolded by Grandma Jiang and her stepmother. She was pointed at on the head and called a waste. She was obviously a country girl, but she imitated those pleasure-seeking young ladies and could not even do any work.

But the two children brought by the stepmother not only did not have to work, they even went to the village school.

The original owner was extremely envious of the older sister, Liu Qingqing. Although they were both girls, she was not only scolded, but also had to work non-stop. But Liu Qingqing was different. Not only did she not have to work, she could also go to school. In her mind, she was a true "cultured person".

As the original owner grew older, the thin soup that always remained the same became less and less enough. She didn't have the strength to work so she did less work, but her family thought she had grown up and become wild, and was deliberately being lazy, so they would give her a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots from time to time.

The original owner couldn't stand it anymore, so she began to plead with Jiang's father, who was not as harsh on her in the entire Jiang family. After all, it was her stepmother and grandmother who beat and scolded her in the past, while Jiang's father just watched coldly from the side.

She thought her father's indifference was good for her, so she placed her hopes on her father.

But after her father cursed her profusely, she became completely desperate. She no longer had any warmth towards this family and all she thought about all day was how to escape from this home.

She didn't know what to do, but she heard from the "cultured" sister that Lu Jianjun in the village was a soldier in the army and received a lot of subsidies every month. After marrying him, she could follow him in the army and escape from the aboriginal village of Xinghua Village.

The original owner was naturally very moved, but the two of them didn't know each other at all. There were so many girls in the village who were better than her, and Lu Jianjun might not necessarily be interested in her.

What's more, when Lu Jianjun went home to visit his relatives, the unmarried girls in the village and the educated youth who went to the countryside all had a good impression of him.

In those dark days, marrying Lu Jianjun was the girl's only hope. Although the hope was slim, she really had no other choice. She didn't want to be hungry all day, didn't want to be beaten and scolded all day, and didn't want to have endless work to do every day.

She also vaguely remembered that when she was eight years old, she was lying on a ox cart, feeling her mother's body temperature gradually getting colder. She remembered that her mother's voice was very gentle, and she told her to live well, and then she never opened her eyes again.

She wanted to tell her mother that she was living a good life, but life was too hard. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold on and disappoint her mother, so she had to marry Lu Jianjun.

Maybe God couldn't bear it anymore, and the little girl finally got her chance.

It was during the time when Lu Jianjun went home to visit his family. Whenever she had free time, she would keep an eye on his whereabouts during breaks from work. Until one time when she went to the mountains to chop firewood, she happened to see a female educated youth from the city dragging Lu Jianjun out of the water. Not only that, perhaps because Lu Jianjun choked on the water, he had not woken up.

The female educated youth pressed on his chest for a long time, and then kissed Lu Jianjun. The original owner was very surprised at the time. After all, in their era, such intimacy between strangers was considered hooliganism.

The girl did this several times in a row, and Lu Jianjun suddenly spit out some water. As she continued to do this, the amount of water Lu Jianjun spit out became less and less, and the pale complexion on his face seemed to have improved a little.

The little girl watched this scene anxiously, her eyes gradually filled with despair. She knew that no matter whether it was the life-saving grace or the intimate skin touch, Lu Jianjun would only choose the pretty girl in front of him.

The shouting sounds were getting closer and closer to her ears. The little girl came to her senses and saw the villagers swaying towards her in the shadows.

The female educated youth over there seemed to have noticed it as well. She looked at her wet body, revealing her figure. She exerted a little force with her fingers as if she had grabbed something, and then quickly ran out along the path.

The girl couldn't understand the female educated youth's actions. She vaguely knew that the female educated youth was trying to save Lu Jianjun, but her extraordinary behavior made her suspicious. She thought of what the villagers said, that the female educated youth who came from the city were delicate and pampered and couldn't do any work. Some of them even hooked up with strong young men in the village to help with the work.

So is she...the same?

Or maybe she and she both have the same idea.

She was thinking in a daze, and when she came to her senses, she had already rushed out of the bushes and ran to Lu Jianjun.

The crowd was getting closer and closer, and she pretended to be very anxious, calling out "Comrade Lu" worriedly.

When other people from the village came over, she stammered and said that Comrade Lu accidentally fell into the water and didn't know if he was okay.