After being dressed as cannon fodder, I was tricked by the master

In just one sentence, the boy Tong Tiandao gradually became blurred as the fog rose.

A jade-colored bead slowly floated out of the white mist, and sank into Jun Mobai's forehead unhindered.

Fei Yuchen flusteredly touched Jun Mobai's forehead, his fingertips touched the flesh, it was icy cold.

"Master..."

"It's okay, it's just the beginning, let's keep watching." Jun Mobai raised his hand to hold Fei Yuchen's cold fingertips, and said softly.

Sure enough, as Jun Mobai said, the white mist hadn't dissipated, and the sweet and waxy voice of the young man fell into the ears of the two of them again through the cloud and mist.

In a cheerful tone, he said: "Master, Master, you see I caught a fat fish."

Heaven didn't respond, as if thinking about how to answer.

The boy said again: "Master, drink the soup."

When the mist cleared, I saw the boy holding a bowl of fish soup and putting it on the stone table with a smile.

No wonder Tiandao just said nothing.

Looking into the bowl again, you can see that although the fish soup is very milky white, the fish meat that is faintly exposed does not look very good, not to mention the many thorns. The gills of the fish are exposed in pieces, like a small fan. .

Tiandao raised his hand and touched his eyes, hesitantly said: "How did A Yuan cook this fish soup?"

The young man excitedly told the story one by one: "Today I was practicing fire shooting in Ouxie Lake. This fish was unlucky and I blasted it out. I think it looks fat and must be very delicious. I stewed the psychic liquid in a ceramic pot. Master, you have a taste, I put five bottles of psychic liquid in."

"Did you kill this fish?" Tiandao looked at the glistening gills and asked luckily.

The boy tilted his head, very puzzled and said: "Do you still want to kill the fish?"

Tiandao laughed twice.

The boy lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab the fish soup in front of him, his shrunken mouth looked very disappointed.

Tiandao glanced at the young man, then at the bowl of milky white soup with fish gills, swallowed hard, and then reached out to pick up the bowl of soup.After closing his eyes and taking a sip, he squeezed out a smile and said to the boy, "It's delicious."

The boy's dim pupils sparkled instantly, he raised his head to look at Tiandao, and then at the soup in the bowl.

There is almost no shortage of soup.

The bright eyes darkened again.

Tiandao's heart swelled, and he drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

The fishy smell is mixed with the sweetness of the ectoplasmic liquid, and the burnt smell after being rolled by the fire is all over the throat.His stomach was churning and he wanted to pour out the strange things in it. Tiandao endured it, and after forcibly suppressing the discomfort, he wiped his lips with difficulty and said to the young man, "It's delicious."

As soon as he spoke, the stench rolled up from his stomach and mixed with the residue in his mouth, making his throat itchy, so he could only close his mouth and stare at the boy with a look of enjoyment.

The young man seemed to believe in the words of heaven, and grinningly took out a large ceramic pot from the storage bag, and said very filially: "It's as long as the master likes it, these are all for the master."

Tiandao: "..."

Tiandao's difficult smile was instantly crushed. He reached out and put the ceramic jars into the storage bag, enduring his nausea and explaining to the young man: "Practitioners should not be greedy for food and drink. Master Tang put it away first. Slow down." Drink slowly."

The young man nodded half-understood, and said a little disappointed: "Oh, okay. I originally wanted to cook soup for Master every day. It just so happens that this fire shooting technique needs to be practiced for at least three to five years. Let alone frying a fish."

Tiandao's brows twitched uncontrollably, he reached out and touched the boy's ball head, and fooled him: "Think about it as a teacher, your life is too hot, this fire shooting technique is not suitable for you."

As he spoke, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his bosom, handed it to the young man and said, "You should learn the Wind Control Technique first."

The young man spread out the bamboo slips and looked at them, reluctantly said: "Okay."

The white mist rises again to hide everything around.

Because of the previous scene, seeing the white mist rising, Fei Yuchen quickly raised his hand to pull up a barrier, then stepped back and hugged Jun Mobai into his arms.It made Jun Mobai's forehead stick to his chest.

The white ball slowly passed through the barrier, and then slowly crossed Fei Yuchen and turned into white threads, sinking into Jun Mobai's forehead.

Jun Mobai raised his hand and pushed Fei Yuchen, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"What did I tell you just now? Forgot?" Her voice was hoarse, as if she was suppressing something.

Fei Yuchen opened his mouth and explained, "No. I'm just worried."

"Do you still remember Li Moxiu and He Zirun?" Jun Mobai suddenly changed the topic and asked.

Fei Yuchen nodded.Naturally, Fei Yuchen can remember the Gu worms wriggling under the light for a lifetime.

But he didn't understand why Jun Mobai mentioned these two people, he hesitated: "But what does this have to do with them?"

"He Zirun entered the Celestial Sect at night alone because he heard that the Celestial Sect has the medicine for resurrection." Jun Mobai licked his lips, and continued with a blank expression: "The medicine for the resurrection of the Celestial Sect is fake, but the resurrection technique is not. It really exists. Yuchen, do you want to know?"

He asked him, his voice was hoarse and low, but there was a hint of playfulness that shouldn't be there.

Fei Yuchen's heart tightened suddenly, he shook his head and refused, "I don't want to know, Master, let's get out of here first." After saying that, he dragged Jun Mobai to go forward.

Then I heard Jun Mobai chuckle in a low voice, and asked him back: "Leave? How do you leave?"

Fei Yuchen didn't understand how to leave, he only knew that this place could no longer be kept.

He tugged Jun Mobai vigorously, his expression flustered: "We can find the exit after all, Master."

The white mist dissipated, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers rustled down.Jun Mobai raised his hand to take the sweet-scented osmanthus, and said slowly, "It's too late."

Jun Mobai pinched the golden sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand and crushed it on his fingertips, ignoring Fei Yuchen who had just been silenced and could only drag the corner of his clothes, and said to himself: "Yuchen, that one named A Yuan After the young man died, he must have been soaked in the water of Sansheng Pond for 49 days. After soaking the person until he was as white as jade, he was burned with the sky fire. The sky fire burns away the filth, and the rest is pure. Put that purity into the world created by your own cultivation The world, after reincarnation, reshape the body. Then send the memory back bit by bit, and the person is reborn."

As if to verify what Jun Mobai said was true, the air stagnated, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flower stopped in mid-air.The white mist billowed and covered the sight, and when it dispersed again, Tiandao gently put the boy into the water of Sansheng Pool.

The boy has already grown up and looks very good-looking.The black eyebrows flew horizontally, and the long eyelashes were like fans. A few petals fell from the slanting red Youtan beside the water of Sansheng Pond, which happened to float between the young man's eyebrows.Covering most of his eyebrows and eyes, the fiery red petals made the young man's skin whiter.

Trembling, Tiandao reached out to pick up the petals, the corners of his lips trembled, and a tear fell on the petals and slipped into the pool.

Before anyone could see the expression on Tiandao's face, the scene changed.

The billowing sky fire rushed toward his face, Tiandao reached out and took out a pair of white jades from the sky fire, and after covering his chest in a daze for a long time, he raised his hand and threw the pair of white jades into the well.

300 years ago.

Winter, heavy snow.

A pair of white jade fell from the sky on the snowy ground. The next day Jun Ranze passed by there and picked up a powdered jade-carved doll under the snow.

Fei Yuchen stretched out his hand to cover Jun Mobai's eyes, preventing him from looking down.

As a result, Jun Mobai hooked the corners of his lips, and said happily: "Master, I remembered."

Tiandao walked out of the white mist and looked at Jun Mobai excitedly. He stepped forward a few steps, pulled Fei Yuchen away, raised his hand and touched the top of Jun Mobai's hair, and tremblingly said: "A Yuan, you can count came back."

Jun Mobai softened his eyebrows and nodded obediently.

"Okay, okay, good boy." Tiandao pursed his lips and reached out to take Jun Mobai into his arms.

At this moment, the Luohe sword flew out from Jun Mobai's palm, piercing through the heart of Tiandao.

Red blood sprayed out and fell to the ground.

Jun Mobai recalled Luohejian, squatted down and stared at Tiandao's unbelievable eyes and said word by word: "200 years ago, I was able to leapfrog your level and kill your avatar once. After 200 years, I will leapfrog your level and kill your deity. Don't be so surprised, my lord."

Tiandao glared at Jun Mobai, and said in a sharp voice: "This is impossible."

Jun Mobai twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Tiandao contemptuously, and asked: "Why is it impossible? Impossible to see through your plan? Impossible to escape your illusion or impossible to kill you?"

The soft and cold robe swept across the back of Tiandao's hands, making his already gray face pale by two points.

"Mingyuan has always respected and loved you as his father, and refused to believe that you would harm him until his death."

"You raised him and taught him just to suck him up and strengthen yourself. The so-called resurrection is just to find that he is a little uncomfortable after death. The resurrection technique in the ancient books is just a fabrication by you to confuse me and make me think that I am It’s Mingyuan, Mingyuan is me.”

Every time Jun Mobai said a word, Tiandao's face turned white.

He raised his hand to want Jun Mobai to shut up, but the more Jun Mobai spoke, the more excited he became, as if he was going crazy, the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"You raised Mingyuan to be ignorant of the world, innocent and innocent. You spoiled him and spoiled him, just to make it easier for you to smoke and make him unable to resist. When you put him in the Sansheng Pond, he He wasn't completely dead, the soft petals of Youtan flowers fell on his forehead, which was a bit cooler than the water in the Sansheng Pond."

Fei Yuchen stepped forward and took Jun Mobai into his arms, raised his hand and patted him on the back to comfort him.

Jun Mobai complied, suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the way of heaven and said flatly: "Immortals have no afterlife, and do not enter reincarnation. Mingyuan died, more than 300 years ago, and he also died just now."

After all, Jun Mobai reached out and took out the snow jade in his sleeve and the one in Fei Yuchen's arms, and threw them on Tiandao.Sarcastically: "You have been planning for more than 300 years, and you have planned a decent death for yourself, which is a good deal."

Tiandao reached out to grab Xueyu, but Jun Mobai bent his index finger to call Xueyu back.

Luohe sword came out, and the sword pierced through the eyebrows of Tiandao.

One hit kill.

Seeing Tiandao close his eyes, the strength in Jun Mobai's body seemed to be pulled away by someone, and he fell down on Fei Yuchen directly, gasping for breath.

Fei Yuchen reached out and patted Jun Mobai's back, his eyes were full of distress, and there was a little bit of grievance in his distress.

Jun Mobai actually lied to him.

After waiting for a long time, Jun Mobai straightened up, and after lifting Fei Yuchen's restraint, he said lightly, "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"

Fei Yuchen hurriedly shook his head, "No, no."

Seeing him shaking his head, Jun Mobai raised his hand and patted Fei Yuchen's head, and asked, "Curious about my relationship with Mingyuan?"

Fei Yuchen coughed pretendingly, suppressed the curiosity in his heart and muttered: "No. Master, let's go back to Qingyuan first."

The last bit of Mingyuan's spiritual consciousness was attached to Jun Mobai through Xueyu. Although Jun Mobai voluntarily, it was occupied by other people for a while, and suddenly pulled away, so weak that he nodded, relying on In Fei Yuchen's arms, there was a soft "hmm".

The white mist gradually dissipated with the death of Tiandao.

The bamboo building and the mouth of the well became clearer, and the mist of the hot spring was much lighter than before.

After Jun Mobai rested in Fei Yuchen's arms for a while, he recovered a little energy.He raised his hand to draw Xueyu out, dragged Xueyu with his left hand, and raised the two fingers of his right hand to send a spiritual force through the snow jade to fall on the mouth of the well.

There was a "click", like the first sound when a very crispy pancake was eaten in one bite.

The restriction covering the mouth of the well was broken with this sound.

After the spiritual power was sent out, dizziness struck.Jun Mobai staggered, and rushed forward, but was pulled back into his arms by Fei Yuchen.

The dizziness is like a tide, it comes and goes quickly.Jun Mobai raised his hand and rubbed the position of his temple, and whispered to Fei Yuchen, "The well mouth will not open until there is a stick of incense. You keep an eye on it, and I will take it slowly."

Fei Yuchen responded in a low voice, stretched out his hand to cover his temple, and rubbed it lightly.

The breeze blew, and a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fell on Tiandao's face with the wind, and the flowers rolled from the center of his eyebrows to his lips. Then Tiandao suddenly opened his eyes, and the red threads in his eyes wriggled strangely, like living things.