After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

This night, the cold moon shines on the snow peak, and the soul dreams of looking for its hometown.

Ziyun Palace raised the altar of Fatian again, and Mo Xuanfang stepped into the formation alone: ​​"Everyone from the Immortal Sect, please accept Xuanfang's worship."

In the illusion of the magic circle, the immortal energy is faint, and there are 130 remnant consciousnesses of seven perishing suzerains stored in them, and now they all returned home upon summoning.

The suzerains looked solemn and nodded slightly.

Yuan Huazi, the extinct patriarch of the previous generation, said: "Xuanfang, you just got out of the dust whisk, and you offered sacrifices to the altar of Fatian, why?"

Mo Xuanfang bowed deeply: "To save one person."

Yuan Huazi's complexion changed: "But the child named Wei Qing? You know him well... you know that the magic dragon is alive, but you use the big Luo Jin body to protect him. As a teacher, I really don't understand."

Mo Xuanfang said awe-inspiringly: "Master, in Xuanfang's heart, Wei Qing is not a demon dragon. Although he has the blood of a golden dragon in his body, he is a pure virgin with an open heart. After escaping from the whisk, he clearly could escape, but he was determined to escape. Save me, how can you have the heart of a demon? Hualong was killed by a traitor, Xuanfang had no choice but to erase the memory of him and his related disciples, hoping to lead him on the right path."

Yuan Huazi frowned, and remained silent for a moment: "Xuanfang, if you spare his life, you know that sooner or later he will refine the blood of the golden dragon, the blood curse of the Dragon Emperor, and it will be a dead end. You should think twice."

"Xuanfang, don't be impulsive." The immortal sects in the misty mist also shook their heads.

"As shown by Xianzong, Xuanfang understands." Mo Xuanfang's voice was clear and clear, "I claim to judge the destiny of heaven and reveal the five elements, but the Holy One has also said the truth, very truth. Now counting it, there is no one in the world. Not natural.

Xuanfang changed his fate against the sky back then, only for the welfare of one side of the people, and never regretted defending the way for the sky, but now I know that the will of the heavens has its own principles, if the sky does not allow me, I should be punished. "

"Xuanfang..." Yuan Huazi shook his head and sighed.

Mo Xuanfang bowed: "Master, please forgive me. Xuanfang has made up his mind. From now on, I will bring Wei Qing by my side and use my spiritual power to suppress his magic power. But he will die after he turns 16, and the magic dragon in his body will gradually fade away." wake.

If at that time his devilish energy is not exhausted and he moves my mortal roots, it is a foregone conclusion that I will fall into the devil, and I have nothing to say.I had no choice but to... the day when the Da Luo Jinxian fell into the devil was the time when the Dingtian Divine Formation reopened. "

"Xuan Fang, why are you like this!" Several suzerains said at the same time.

Yuan Huazi stared at Mo Xuanfang, and slowly said: "Once the Dingtian Divine Formation is activated, your soul and body will be wiped out, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation."

Mo Xuanfang held his head up, without the slightest hesitation on his expression: "Xuanfang's fall into the devil will definitely cause a catastrophe in the world. I practice immortality only to devote myself to the Tao and protect all living beings, nothing else."

Before he finished speaking, Fatian Altar was stirred up, and several immortal sects quarreled fiercely, and it took a long time for them to fade away.

Yuan Huazi's voice came from the fairy mist and said: "Forget it, if there is a day, my master will work with all the immortal sects to open the magic circle for you, wipe out all evil in the world, protect the Ziyun sect, and protect the world." Keep the world peaceful."

"Xuan Fang is here to thank you."

It took a long time for Mo Xuanfang to raise his head. The immortal sects in the magic circle of the altar were no longer there. He stood on the top of Kunxu's vast peak, looking slowly into the distance. After thousands of years of wind and snow, it is still the most solid eaves in the world.

Back then, Mo Xuanfang had no choice but to make friends with the magic dragon in order to save the world from the suffering of war, but in the end he tricked the magic dragon into Wolongyuan and killed him himself. This was Mo Xuanfang's heart knot for many years.Perhaps, it is also the reason why Van Root has not been able to kill.

I hope that the arrival of Wei Qing can make up for the regrets of the year.

Chenfeng waved Mo Xuanfang's sleeves, and he finally sat on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, suddenly his consciousness moved slightly, as if he heard a moan, he raised his sword eyebrows, got up and flew towards Shangzhi Hall.

Wei Qing woke up in Yingluo's hut.

He looked out of the window in a daze, the dawn was about to rise, and a faint light was showing through the crack of the window.

Soon, Yingluo's face full of surprise appeared in front of his eyes: "Xiao Wei, you finally woke up."

"Hmm...I..." Wei Qing's head was aching, but he couldn't remember anything.

"You've been in a coma for seven days, and you're going to die of anxiety." Ying Luo sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were full of love, "But it's okay, you just got hurt a little, and you'll get better soon."

"Seven days?" Wei Qing frowned, "What happened?"

He saw a few scars on Yingluo's cheek, and a shadow flashed in his heart. He wanted to sit up, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, and screamed out in fright: "Am I fucking useless?"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Yingluo quickly touched his little head, and couldn't help comforting him, "With the suzerain here, sister Yingluo will always be with you, and I promise you will be alive and kicking like before."

I don't know why, when Wei Qing heard the word suzerain, a sense of stability surged in his heart. He closed his eyes, calmed down his emotions, and carefully recalled all the things that came to this world. Although the memory is vague, most of them have The only thing I can remember is the injury, but I can't remember it at all.

He frowned and said: "Sister Yingluo, I remember that we went up the mountain to meet the suzerain... Then Lu Fan was apprenticed, and I was entrusted to Shangzhi Palace, and then what happened? What happened? How did I get hurt? Why can't you remember anything?"

"Alas..." Ying Luo said softly, "I brought you out of the Ziyun Palace that day, and I received a message from my senior sister, saying that something happened in the Hall of Handlers, someone betrayed the sect, and asked us to rush to help.

I wanted to send you back to your residence first, but I was attacked by traitors on the Tongtian Ladder. They were too powerful, and all the senior brothers and sisters and I couldn't resist them.During the fight, you accidentally fell down the Tongtian Ladder. Fortunately, the Suzerain came down the mountain to look for you in person, and was able to save your life. "

"Mo Xuanfang went down the mountain to find me personally..." Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, "Is he so nice?"

"Of course..." Ying Luo's eyes lit up, "Our Suzerain is an immortal, a first-class figure in this world."

Wei Qing felt that Ying Luo's words were disgusting, but after thinking about it carefully, what he said was true, so he asked again: "Since your suzerain is so powerful, the rebellion must have subsided?"

Ying Luo said: "It's calmed down. Who do you think is the traitor? It's Ying Lianzi's uncle, a bah, a monster who pretends to be the master's uncle. It turns out that Lu Fan's junior master has worshiped the wrong master. It's really true." Pitiful……"

"Wait..." Wei Qing interrupted Ying Luo, "You said that Lu Fan worshiped a fake master that day, so you still call him little master?"

Ying Luo sighed, and lowered his eyelids: "I'm not saying good things for Lu Fan, he was indeed killed badly. After the rebellion was put down, the real body of Master Uncle was also rescued. But the monster threatened Lu Fan and drove him away. He went back to the sect to assassinate the real body of his master uncle, but Lu Fan refused to say anything, his whole body was poisoned by Gu poison, and he couldn't survive or die. Abandon him and officially accept him as a closed disciple."

Wei Qing couldn't help snorting coldly: "Anyway, no one is as lucky as him, and you can always step on shit luck. The main reason is that your suzerain is eccentric, and you have made clear arrangements for Lu Fan. When it's my turn to apprentice, there will be no more. .”

"What nonsense?" Ying Luo tapped Wei Qing's little nose, "Your whole body was shattered that day. If it weren't for the Suzerain, you would have been smashed to pieces. He spent three days and three nights to reattach your bones. They are all the best elixir medicines, among them there is Meiyue Teng Kunjin, there is only one plant in the whole world, it is planted in Ziyun Palace, and he uproots it for you.

It's just that the medicinal properties of Meiyue Tengkun tendon are so strong that it damages part of your memory.But in the future, he can slowly recover, so Xiao Wei really doesn't have to worry about it. "

Wei Qing's eyes widened: "Did I hear correctly?"

He remembered that it was said in the book that Meiyue rattan kunjin is a rare heavenly material and earthly treasure that can repair even the soul. How could Mo Xuanfang be willing to give it to an outsider so easily?

Not getting paid for nothing, he always felt that something was wrong, after thinking about it, he seemed to have got the script of the heroine.

"Your suzerain... your suzerain is not right."

"You are such a difficult child. I always distrust people when I talk to you." Ying Luo laughed, "Maybe that day you begged the suzerain to accept disciples in the Zhongzheng Hall, and he took pity on you, so he was very kind to you."

ah ah ah this...

Thinking of the person who kowtowed and bowed to Mo Xuanfang that day and didn't want it, Wei Qing was so embarrassed that he wanted to scratch the ground with his toes: "Stop talking, I didn't ask him, he is an asshole."

Yingluo put away her smile: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it is. Let's not talk about it. Are you hungry after not eating for a few days? I'll bring you food."

Yingluo raised the curtain and went out. Wei Qing became more and more afraid when he thought about it alone, and thought in the room: "Mo Xuanfang, Mo Xuanfang, you, a cultivator, must remember to be honest and responsible. I will treat you as a friend. Don't really think of me as a woman."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard laughter outside the house, and shouted: "Who?" But there was no movement.

At this moment, Ying Luo took a food box from the kitchen and entered the door, Wei Qing hurriedly asked, "Is there anyone at the door?"

"No, you're starving." Ying Luo put down the food box, opened the lid, and suddenly a strange smell filled his nostrils.

Wei Qing's attention was immediately attracted by the scent. He caught a glimpse of light pink rice grains in the opened food box, and said in surprise, "This can't be Lingmi, right?"

It is said in the book that Lingmi is of great benefit to practitioners.It's just that it's hard to produce Lingmi in the field now, and it's hard to find. Even wealthy families can only cook some porridge occasionally. Except for the protagonist Lu Fan in the book, who can have this blessing as a meal.

Wei Qing shook his head and said, "Impossible, the books say half a bowl of gold and half a bowl of rice, I'm a cannon fodder, and I want to eat ass."

Ying Luo looked at him strangely: "This is Ziyun Sect, you can't eat it at home, as long as our Sect Master says something, what is Lingmi?"

As she spoke, she fed it with a spoon, and a sweet fragrance filled her heart.

Wei Qing couldn't avoid it and stuffed it into his stomach.

This lingmi was really unusual, the comfort that spread from his stomach spread to his whole body, and he felt a little bit of sensation in his body.

No matter what Mo Xuanfang's idea was at the moment, he ate a few big mouthfuls.

"Sister Yingluo, you can eat too." He wolfed down and said vaguely.

"No..." Ying Luo smiled slightly, and wiped his mouth with a ropa, "This is what the suzerain rewarded you, I dare not eat it. By the way, there will be Xianzhi Lingshen soup rewarded by the suzerain later, It's simmering on the fire."

"Is there a reward?" Wei Qing rolled his eyes, "Your suzerain is really magnificent, with the style of a big president."

Ying Luo laughed, "Do you think that these good things are rewarded casually? To tell you the truth, the suzerain said that you were hurt by your father-in-law, so he specially rewarded you."

"Pfft..." Wei Qing spat out a mouthful of spiritual rice, distressed and angry, "Who are you calling father-in-law? Your suzerain is the father-in-law."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his face, which made him sneezed a few times. This feeling seemed familiar, and he took advantage of Yingluo's courage and shouted: "Which fool dares to come to the house to seek death."

A figure outside the window snorted softly, and when he heard Ying Luo open the door, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared.

Ying Luo searched around and found nothing unusual, turned back into the room and said, "Xiao Wei, don't be surprised. Also, you are not allowed to be rude to the suzerain in the future. Maybe I remembered it wrong. It should be called a work injury... ..."

"Work-related injury?" Wei Qing shook his neck, which had regained consciousness, and laughed dumbly, thinking that the plot had been changed too much, and if he fell off a cliff, he would become a work-related injury.

Seeing that Yingluo's complexion was not good, he knew that he had committed a taboo, so he hurriedly said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong, I shouldn't scold the suzerain, sister Yingluo, don't be angry, how about it, you don't want to eat Lingmi , that soup can always be drunk, and all my soup belongs to you."

Wei Qing was used to seeing abalones and ginseng wings since he was a child, and he was not interested in supplements and the like. He had enough rice with spirits.

Ying Luo gave him a white look, picked up the bowl and swallowed: "You don't know these good things. You know that a sip of Xianzhi Lingginseng soup can increase your life by a hundred years, and eating a little bit of Xianzhi The cultivation base can be increased by ten years.

I have been on the mountain for 70 years, and I only drank it once. It was the [-]-year-old birthday banquet of the Lord Haozong. The brothers and sisters in the fourth hall each got a bowl, and we went down to the fourth hall. Sesame ginseng is as big as sesame mung bean... Take a look at the one in your bowl. "

She handed the bowl to Wei Qing.

"Since such a good thing, why did your suzerain give it to me?" Wei Qing was always dubious.

Ying Luo stirred the light green soup with a spoon, and his eyes lit up a few degrees: "Do you know how many years this palm-sized Xianzhi Lingginseng grows?"

"How many years?" Wei Qing sniffed hard, for some reason, the soup suddenly smelled better.

Ying Luo proudly said: "Speaking of which scares you to death, such a big Xianzhi used to be at least 500 years old, which is older than the suzerain's age. It's a pity, now that the aura is withered, it may not grow out after 5000 years."

Wei Qing stretched his neck vigorously, and bit off half of the Xianzhi in one bite.Well, the taste is better than that of a living god. He drank the soup with dregs and forgot about giving it to Ying Luo.

But even Yingluo didn't expect that such a good thing would be offered three meals a day, and Wei Qing began to doubt his life. Is this fairy lucidum and ginseng farmed? Will it be mass-produced? ?

Otherwise, even if you step on dog shit every day, you won't have such good luck. How can Mo Xuanfang make offerings like his ancestors?

But good things can't be faked. After eating for three days, Wei Qing's hands and feet could bend and stretch. On the fifth day, he was able to move around freely.

Counting with his fingers, according to the amount of food he eats every day, he calculated that he can live as long as the sky. Wei Qing's heart is like the rushing water of the Yellow River, which is both chaotic and boiling. He can't figure out when his lucky point is. Top up.

My friend Xuanfang, what did he fancy about me?

At dinner that day, Wei Qing took advantage of Yingluo's mouth to speak, and stuffed the remaining half of Xianzhi into her mouth.

Yingluo was moved to tears and swallowed with tears.

Wei Qing grinned: "I see you are greedy, eat it, eat it, the suzerain will send something later, half of you, half of me, who will let me treat you as my dear sister?"

"Little Wei..."

"Don't rush to be moved, I still have something to ask you." Wei Qingci's doll-like face showed worry, "Tell me the truth, does your suzerain have any special hobbies? For example..."

He blinked his big eyes, "Raise a child bride or something?"

Before the words were finished, the outside of the house suddenly became cloudy, and the strong wind rushed into the house, causing Wei Qing to shut his mouth, tears and snot falling down his nose.