Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

This shout was obviously beyond Ying Tianhai's expectation, and it made him slightly stunned.

Apparently he didn't expect that Mu Xing would call the teacher over so simply and neatly without even struggling.

"you……"

He looked complicated and wanted to say something, when a voice came from midair:

"Who dares to bully my star?"

click.

The barrier surrounding this room was shattered by external force, Mu Xing sensed the familiar aura, his eyes lit up, and his tone was filled with intimacy and joy: "Master!"

Wearing a crimson brocade suit and holding a folding fan, the handsome man tore open the space and walked to Mu Xing.

As soon as Yue Fubai approached, Mu Xing could smell the faint fragrance of tea.

He touched his nose, embarrassed: "Master, were you making tea just now, I disturbed you."

Yue Fubai hit him on the head with a folding fan: "What is this little thing?"

He looked Mu Xing up and down: "No injury?"

Mu Xing shook his head, very frankly: "I haven't done anything yet, I know I am not an opponent, so I call you Master."

The master and the apprentice talked like no one else, and almost forgot that there was another person standing beside them.

Until the man in gray looked at this side with fixed eyes: "Yue Fubai, is this your disciple?"

Yue Fubai unfolded the folding fan with a swish, without looking at him: "I don't talk to sneaky rats who don't dare to show their true colors."

The man in gray: "..."

He snorted coldly, removed the blindfold on his body, and revealed his true face.

He is a tall and handsome young man, wearing a heavy purple robe, with an indifferent look and a great power.

Yue Fubai glanced at him, with a strange expression: "Isn't this Ying Sovereign? I haven't seen him for a few years, and he likes to play the role of a strange uncle who is bullied by other juniors?"

Ying Tianhai ignored his provocation, and asked coldly, "Yue Fubai, where did you get this disciple? Do you know his background?"

These words made Yue Fubai feel puzzled.

He received the message from Mu Xing and hurried over across space, not knowing what happened.

Hearing what Ying Tianhai said at this moment, he remembered that when he picked up Mu Xing back then, the spiritual root in the other party's body was dug out.

Could it be that this matter has something to do with Yudao Xianzong?

Thinking of the suffering that the little child suffered back then, his smiling face sank: "What do you want to say?"

Ying Tianhai said: "I want a drop of his blood. I suspect that he is my son."

Yue Fubai paused for a moment while shaking his folding fan, and frowned, staring at Ying Tianhai: "Your son?"

He looked at Mu Xing.

Mu Xing quickly shook his head: "I don't know anything, I don't have parents, only master!"

These words obviously angered Ying Tianhai, he snorted coldly: "You don't even want your parents, what did the more superficial teach you?"

Mu Xing didn't like to hear these words.

This person hasn't raised him for a day, so why should he say such a thing, let alone, he dared to insult Master.

Standing beside Yue Fubai, he looked at Ying Tianhai with a puzzled look on his face: "Sect Master Ying, what are you talking about? I was an orphan and a little beggar since I was a child. I have never been raised by my parents for a day. Doesn't it mean that I have no parents?" ?”

Yue Fubai was very angry: "I don't know what kind of heartless thing, even abandoning his own children."

Mu Xing retorted him: "Master, don't talk like that, maybe they have some difficulties."

The more he blinked in confusion, he didn't remember, teaching the little apprentice to be so conscientious and silly?

Then he heard Mu Xing say in a calm tone: "Maybe my parents died in an accident when I was born, so they don't have the energy to raise children."

Ying Tianhai: "..."

The more bland: "..."

He endured it for a while, and found that he couldn't help it. He spread his fan to cover his face, and smiled very clearly.

Compared with his expression, Ying Tianhai's expression is obviously very ugly.

He glared at Mu Xing angrily: "What are you talking about?"

Mu Xing looked innocent: "Sect Master Ying, I'm talking about my own affairs, why are you so angry?"

"Do you really think you are my father?"

Ying Tianhai said coldly: "Is it true, you will know after verification."

As he spoke, he looked at Mu Xing.

Yue Fu raised his white leg and stood in front of the little apprentice: "What are you doing? What proof? You still want my apprentice's blood? Ying Tianhai, do you think I'm dead?"

Ying Tianhai looked at him: "The more superficial, I have no other intentions, I just want to prove a result."

Yue Fubai said lazily: "What result do you want to prove, and what does it have to do with me? Why should my apprentice want to fulfill you?"

He looked back at Mu Xing with loving eyes: "Isn't that right, little Xingxing?"

Mu Xing's eyes sparkled: "Master is right!"

Yue Fubai spread his hands: "Look, my little Xingxing doesn't want to. I think, the majestic master of the Immortal Sect, wouldn't do something shameless to force a child?"

Mu Xing said in a low voice: "Master, if you didn't come just now, he would have already done it."

"Tsk." Yue Fubai sneered, "Our Demon Dao has inherited all the bad reputations, but their Immortal Dao is glorious. But look at Little Xingxing, they have done a lot of things."

Mu Xing felt that his master was really powerful, seeing Ying Tianhai turned pale with anger.

Seeing this pair of master and apprentice singing together, completely disrespecting and unworthy of reconciliation, Ying Tianhai's eyes welled up with anger.

But thinking of something, he held back again.

He suddenly looked more pale: "Okay, you don't want to give me his blood, then tell me, when you accepted him as your apprentice, the spiritual root in his body was intact?"

Yue Fubai raised his heart slowly, but his expression remained calm: "What are you talking about? Of course my disciple's spiritual root is intact, otherwise how can he cultivate?"

"Really?" Ying Tianhai stared at him intently.

Yue Fubai stared back flatly, "Of course."

Ying Tianhai didn't say anything, turned around, and disappeared as a flash of light.

The paler face was not very good-looking, and after confirming that Ying Tianhai had really left, he turned and looked at Mu Xing: "What's going on here?"

Mu Xing said: "I only saw him today. He was next to Ying Shu. At first I thought it was at least an ordinary guard. Then he suddenly came looking for me."

"It's just like that?" Yue Fubai paced back and forth in the room, "Ying Tianhai actually has a son, I've never heard of it."

Mu Xing hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Master."

"Huh?" Yue Fubai saw that his expression was tangled, and thought he had just been frightened.

He said in a gentle voice: "During this time, I will be here with you as a teacher, and I haven't visited Mirage for many years."

"Don't be afraid. If Ying Tianhai dares to come to you again, I will definitely let him know that I am a superficial disciple. It is definitely not something he can bully if he wants to."

His eyes are kind and gentle, full of comfort to Mu Xing.

"I'm not afraid, I..." Mu Xing hesitated for a while, but still said, "I want to tell you that I am indeed his son."

Yue Fubai turned his head abruptly: "What did you say?"

Mu Xing changed the way he could say it: "Master, I was born knowing it, and I can remember things as soon as I open my eyes. So I know that I am the child of Ying Tianhai and Fairy Lingyue."

He lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Master, I haven't told you about this."

Yue Fubai was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then what's the matter with your spiritual roots?"

Mu Xing didn't expect that he would ask this at the first time, and he said, "They dug it up."

"What?" Yue Fubai thought there was something hidden when he heard Mu Xing say this at first, but he didn't expect to hear this sentence.

The little discomfort and disappointment in his heart caused by Mu Xing's concealment disappeared immediately, and he said angrily: "What's going on?"

Mu Xing replied: "When I was just born, I heard the two of them say that Tianjizi prophesied that I would be a lone star of Heavenly Fiend, and that I would restrain my relatives and friends, and that all people who interacted with me would be backlashed by evil spirits, especially my close relatives." .”

"It's ridiculous!" Yue Fubai sneered at such remarks, "I have raised you as a teacher for so many years, why is there nothing wrong?"

What's more, as Mu Xing's master, he knows better than anyone else how suitable this child is for cultivating Taoism and how much he is loved by heaven and earth.

How could such a person be the fate of a lone star?

He remembered the scene when he met Mu Xing back then, and suddenly realized, he couldn't believe it: "So, because of such a prophecy with no basis, your stupid parents dug out your spiritual root with their own hands, and then discarded it for you In the realm of mortals, let you fend for yourself."

Mu Xing nodded slightly, the fact is indeed the case.

Yue Fubai was so angry that he slapped himself several times with the folding fan, then walked to Mu Xing's side suddenly, and hugged him forcefully.

He didn't speak, and after a while, he sniffed and said softly, "Master's little Xing Xing suffered a lot when he was young."

When I saw Mu Xing back then, the child was pale and emaciated, dying.

He was very glad that his eyes, which loved the skin, caught his eye on this child and brought him home.

Feeling Master's warm embrace, Mu Xing felt the anger and sadness of this man, and reached out to pat him on the back: "Master, don't be sad, it's all over. I'm not sad."

After a pause, he thought of Mu Xing's way.

Yes, the long past, for the stars, I'm afraid it has already dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

He was even glad that Mu Xingxiu's ruthless way, in this way, he would not be sad because of that pair of things who are not worthy of being parents.

He let go of Mu Xing, set up a protective barrier in his room, turned around and left.

Mu Xing felt strange: "Master, where are you going?"

Yue Fubai snorted coldly: "You're in a bad mood, beat someone up!"