Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

Fairy Lingyue is a well-known beauty in the cultivation world, with snow-like skin and picturesque eyebrows and eyes.Even though she has been a Taoist couple with Ying Tianhai for many years, there are still many monks who admire her in the comprehension world.

She was just listening to her son's experience, and didn't care about that magic cultivator named Mu Xing.

It wasn't until now that I became interested: "Oh? Does it look like me?"

Ying Shu didn't think about it at first, but once he thought about it, Mu Xing's facial features flashed in front of his eyes, and when he saw his mother's face in front of him, he felt more and more that the two looked alike.

He nodded affirmatively: "Yes, very similar, especially the eyebrows and eyes."

He guessed enthusiastically: "Mother, do you have any relatives who have been lost for many years? It is not easy to grow eyebrows and eyes like yours."

Fairy Lingyue gave him a blank look: "Nonsense again, how precious is the bloodline of a monk, how could it be possible for them to be lost?"

When she said this, a young and fragile face suddenly flashed in her mind, and her expression froze there.

If... If that child hadn't been sent away back then, he probably would have looked a lot like himself, right?

The children of monks are nourished by spiritual power in the mother's womb since they were young, and they are not born wrinkled and unable to open their eyes like mortal babies.At that time, the child was carved in powder and jade when it was born, and the facial features inherited the advantages of her and her husband, so it was very cute.

If it weren't for the fate of the lone star of the evil spirit, who would be willing to give up the child born in October?

"Mother?" Ying Shu waved his hand in front of her eyes, and asked strangely, "What are you thinking? So preoccupied?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Fairy Lingyue came back to her senses, and because of the thought just now, she became a little interested in Mu Xing in her son's mouth.

"The Mu Xing you mentioned is a demon cultivator. Whose disciple is he? What kind of Tao is he cultivating?" Fairy Lingyue said warmly, "Mother is not that kind of stubborn monk, as long as it is not the kind of murderous demon cultivator , Mother will not object to your making friends."

Ying Shu was stunned for a moment, and then said unhappily: "You didn't listen to me before! It's not a question of whether I want to make friends with him at all, it's because he doesn't like me!"

Fairy Lingyue was a little unhappy when she heard this: "Why does he look down on you?"

She said: "You are the Young Sect Master of Yudao Immortal Sect. You were born noble. You have always been the only one who has looked down on you. No one has the right to look down on you. Since Mu Xing is so ignorant, you don't need to worry about him anymore. "

Ying Shu didn't like to hear such words, he muttered: "Forget it, you don't understand anyway. I'll go find my senior brother!"

He ran away quickly.

Seeing him like this, Fairy Lingyue shook her head and sighed.

Probably because the relationship between this incident was mentioned during the day, Fairy Lingyue had a dream that night.

She dreamed that 16 years ago, the child whose spiritual root was dug out from the body by herself, and whose nose was red from crying.

She didn't remember much about the child's appearance, but only remembered that he was born like herself.

In the dream, the baby's face slowly merged with another grown face, and the blurry outline gradually became clear, just when she was about to see the face clearly——

"Mom!" She turned her head, and it was Ying Shu who was standing behind her happily calling her.

Just as soon as he turned his head, the blurry figure retreated suddenly.

A trace of panic suddenly appeared in her heart, and she wanted to catch up, but the figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Fairy Lingyue suddenly opened her eyes.

She sat up and put her hands on her chest.

In this place, it seems that because of being too excited in sleep just now, there is a tingling sensation at this moment.

"Lingyue?" Someone knocked on the door.

This loving couple does not sleep in the same room, but has their own caves.

But just now Ying Tianhai noticed the violent mood swings of the Taoist couple, so he came over in a hurry.

"I just had a dream." Fairy Lingyue took a sip of the hot tea handed over by her Taoist companion, and the numbness all over her body gradually disappeared.

"What dream?" Sect Master Yu Dao sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to embrace the Taoist companion, and gently traced her long hair with his fingers.

Fairy Lingyue leaned on his shoulder and said in a daze, "Brother Hai, tell me, is our child still alive?"

Ying Tianhai snapped his fingers, he naturally knew who the Taoist couple was talking about.

His tone couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger: "Why do you suddenly think of him?"

"You just dreamed about him?"

Fairy Lingyue gave a soft "hmm": "I dreamed that he grew up, but I didn't see clearly what he looked like."

Ying Tianhai didn't say anything, took off his outer robe and went to bed, and lay down together with his Taoist companion.

"Don't think about it, go to sleep."

He said lightly: "No matter what he is now, it's better not to have anything to do with us. Ah Yue, don't forget what fate is on his body."

"Even if you don't care about yourself, what about Xiao Shu?"

Speaking of her youngest son, Fairy Lingyue immediately calmed down, and the guilt and vulnerability aroused by the dream just now disappeared without a trace.

She sighed and closed her eyes: "Well, I don't want to."

She let it go, but Ying Tianhai remembered it in her heart.

On the second day, Ying Tianhai went out.

He went to find the owner of Tianji.

Ordinary people dream a lot, because they can't control their consciousness, and various scenes of wild and unconstrained style often appear at night.

But a monk's spiritual sense has been tempered so much that he can even control his own dreams.

The higher the level of monks, the harder it is to have dreams.

But there is also a special situation: high-level monks will dream about things related to themselves.

These are generally called predictive dreams.

Daoist suddenly dreamed of the child who was abandoned 16 years ago, Ying Tianhai always felt that something was wrong.

Ying Tianhai failed to meet the owner of Tianji.

The disciple of Tianjilou, who was dressed in white and hooded, didn't show any extra expression when facing the suzerain of the great sect, and said coldly: "The master is in seclusion, and no outsiders are seen."

Ying Tianhai sighed, he knew that the master of Tianji never descended into the snowy mountains, and often retreated.

In this case, who can't please the other party.

He was about to leave when the disciple in front of him spoke again: "However, the master said that if the suzerain should come, let the disciple tell you a word."

Ying Tianhai raised his head suddenly: "What are you talking about?"

"He's alive, he's back."

Ying Tianhai understood the nonsensical words.

His expression became complicated in an instant, he didn't look at the disciple again, his figure turned into a flash of light, and disappeared in this area in an instant.

As he left, he naturally didn't notice that the eyes of the ordinary disciple of Tianji Building in front of him turned silvery white in an instant after he left, and then quickly returned to normal.

"Ying Tianhai, what will you...how?" There was a soft voice on the silent mountain top, which was blown away by the night wind in the blink of an eye.

When Mu Xing arrived in the South China Sea, the mirage had already opened.

The coast of the South China Sea, where it is extremely difficult to see even human shadows at ordinary times, was already extremely lively at this time.

In the markets on both sides, apart from monks from all over the world, there were also many Sea Clans from the South China Sea.

There is a sea girl with transparent fins on her ears, and a sea boy wearing pearl clothes and bare feet, all of them look very beautiful.

Of course, there are also monsters with strange looks, monsters with fish scales on their heads, and monsters running around with corals on their heads, with sharp teeth when they smile...

Mu Xing was very curious.

The stalls in this street market are all ordinary sea people and monks, most of them sell fresh goods, and it is rare to find precious things.

If you really want to look good, you have to wait for the fifteenth day, the night of the full moon.

At that time, the bright moon rises from the sea, and the real mirage will really open.

If you want to enter that mirage, you need to prove that you are qualified to enter.

What are the qualifications?

is capital.

Either, have a lot of spirit stones, or have a baby worth a lot of spirit stones.

There are still a few days before the fifteenth day, and the monks can go out for more shopping in these few days.

Although the shore of the South China Sea is remote, there are still fishermen who have lived here for generations.

The mirages of the monks are naturally set up with a barrier, which cannot be seen or entered by ordinary mortals.

As for the mirage with an enchantment, in the eyes of ordinary people, there will always be a period of time every year when fog rises on the South China Sea, making it difficult for ships traveling in the sea to see their direction.

Occasionally, there will be fishermen who get lost, and in the mist, they will catch a glimpse of colorful lights and shadows, and there will be immortals in elegant clothes who can fly in the sky.

But when I looked again, there was nothing there.

These rumors spread, and over time, a rumor spread from the mortal side:

In the vast South China Sea, there is a Penglai fairy island.There are immortals who eat the wind and drink the dew on the island, who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth. There are pearls, jade and gold everywhere, and the elixir that can live forever after eating.

The emperors and dignitaries in the world will send alchemists to visit Penglai overseas.

Some people are lucky enough to meet a sea tribe or a monk, and they can get some elixir or elixir from the sea, which can prolong life for mortals.

The rumors of immortals in the sea became more and more true.

Mu Xing became such a "fairy".

He was originally shopping in the mirage, he was always interested in new things, even Xu Jiao shook her head and sighed that her interest in shopping could not match her.

After staying here for three days, everyone who set up a stall here, whether it is the sea tribe or human monks, knows that a handsome young man in blue clothes is a generous master who is not short of money.

As long as it looks good and novel, no matter if it is useful or not, he can buy it and have a look, and he never haggles the price.

On this day, Mu Xing bought a shell boat from a young man from the Sea Clan.

The shell boat is pink and white, and it can seat about three or four people. When sailing in the water, pink fluorescent lights will fall from the hull, which is very beautiful.

He happily sat on the new baby, driving on the sea, and met a huge ship head-on.

There was a sail on the big boat, and the word "Da Zhou" was written in seal script on it.

It is the title of the current human dynasty.

The people on the boat obviously also saw the shell boat glowing in the sea, and when they entered a little further, the person standing on the shell, a blue dress with wide sleeves was fluttering on the sea, as if he was going to ride the wind in the next moment.

Fairy!

Mu Xing has been a mortal for several lifetimes, and he does not disdain or avoid human beings like many monks.

He declined the other party's idea of ​​inviting him to the ship, recalled those rumors, waved his hand, and left a lot of things for them.

Then the real wind and go.

Another legend of the South China Sea fairy has been added to the world.

But Mu Xing was stopped before he went far.

It was Ying Shu again.

He stood on a magnificent treasure ship, surrounded by a large group of people, Mu Xing didn't look carefully, anyway, he was nothing more than a disciple of Yudao Xianzong.

Ying Shu greeted him, but said dissatisfied: "You are so kind to everyone, why don't you want to talk to me?"

Obviously just saw Mu Xing's behavior.

Mu Xing said: "What's wrong with mortals? I have spent more time in the mortal world than in the cultivation world."

Before Ying Shu could speak, an ordinary-looking man beside him spoke:

"You have lived in the mortal world for many years?"