After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

In Ziyun Palace, Mo Xuanfang, who had been monitoring Wei Qing and feared that the dragon would move, fluttered his sleeves slightly, and sat down again with a cold face.

In his eyes, Wei Qing always looks like his real body, and he can't help but think of what Yu Hai Nie Tianli did to Wei Qing, it was his own fault after all, and he shouldn't blame him.

It doesn't matter whether he is eight years old or not, but he is just a naughty boy with the mentality of not choosing what to say, so why should he get angry?

What's more, his soul is as clear as a newborn, and he is what he teaches. In the future, it is better to be gentle with him and be kind to him.

After a while, the gust of wind went away, and Wei Qing coughed a lot.

Yingluo reluctantly swallowed half a piece of Xianzhi, and knocked it on the table with a chopstick: "Xiaowei, if you dare to disrespect the suzerain again, I will... I will, hmph! I will never talk to you again."

She stared at Wei Qing for a long time with her almond eyes wide open, but she couldn't bear to be ruthless, she couldn't beat or scold him, so she had to turn her face away and stop looking at him.

Wei Qing realized that he had said something wrong, and tugged at her sleeve with his little finger, saying: "Sister Yingluo, I was wrong, can I be wrong? I have nothing now, Lu Fan still has Master, but I No, why stay in Purple Cloud Sect? Your suzerain has no obligation to support me for the rest of my life, why don't you allow me to think too much about it?"

After he finished speaking, he shook Yingluo and looked at her eagerly.

Ying Luo's heart softened by Wei Qing, she couldn't help turning her head and said: "I see you dare to talk nonsense next time. Don't worry, you little devil, the suzerain has already arranged for you to let you practice with us."

"The suzerain is willing to accept me as a disciple?"

"No..." Ying Luo took his little hand and patted it in the palm of his hand, "Be a preliminary disciple in our temple first, okay? Anyway, the suzerain is willing to take you in, and the matter of apprenticeship will last forever."

After working for a long time, he is a preparatory disciple.

Wei Qing suddenly lost his energy, and said in a bad mood: "All right, prepare the disciples, prepare the disciples, take care of everything."

Shangzhidian is doing handyman work, he is a dignified young master of the Wei family, his future life will be cleaning toilets and washing socks, he is really dissatisfied.

But where can you go if you don't do it?

Mo Xuanfang, a doggy man, is unreliable after all.

Wei Qing thought for a while, poured the rest of the soup into the Yingluo bowl and said, "Sister, eat more." Then he blinked and said, "I heard that you often go down the mountain to do missions, and you can meet the dragons who are not happy. ?”

Ying Luo drank the soup and was happy: "Dragon clan, it's rare, but occasionally you can see Mu Dan slaying a dragon, basically you don't have much energy."

"Ah?" Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, "Aren't the Demon Clan Mudans all those low-level monsters? Why are the Dragon Clan now..."

"I also feel sorry for those dragons." Ying Luo shook his head, "But who made them demons?"

Seeing that Wei Qing lowered his eyebrows and was about to cry, she comforted him again: "Xiao Wei, you are just too kind, don't be sad, they are going to be wiped out anyway."

Wei Qing: "..."

The way of heaven is ruthless, and cannon fodder is too difficult.

He stood up unrepentantly, went to the backyard to take a bath and change clothes, and tomorrow he would go to the main hall to get some sleep, no matter how hard life was, he had to live on.

In the lower four halls, there is a world of ice and snow, but there is a small hot spring in the backyard of each household, which is as big as three or four bathtubs.

Wei Qing closed his eyes and soaked in the pool, his heart was beeping like steaming water.Recalling the novels I have read, maids were a high-risk occupation in ancient times, especially those who looked as good-looking as myself, they were all romantic affairs prepared for the master.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help clenching his small fists: "My surname is Mo, arrange a handyman for me, you are amazing, see if I don't spit in your tea..."

Snapped!

A piece of cold stuff stuck to his mouth.

Wei Qing shrank his neck in fright, and wiped it on his mouth, only to find that it was a green tea leaf, which melted instantly with the heat in his hand.

He shrank his head and looked around, cursing in a low voice: "Which grandson crawled out for the young master, you shrink your head like a turtle."

Snapped!

Another tea leaf, Wei Qing's little face was about to go crazy, but there was a third tea leaf, and a fourth tea leaf...

Mo Xuanfang withdrew his consciousness amidst the steam, and frowned imperceptibly. He agreed not to get angry, so why was he leading him away again?

After a stick of incense, Mo Xuanfang couldn't help but go to the Shangzhi Hall to explore his spiritual consciousness again.

I saw Wei Qing sitting on the edge of the Kang, holding his little feet and grinning.

He ran back in a hurry just now, and accidentally fell down. He was angry and frightened, and his mouth was still unforgiving: "Whoever you are, a green turtle, old turtle, I will be covered by Sect Master Ziyun, wait for me to tell you!" Him, kill you."

The snow is long and the sky is blue.

Mo Xuanfang's anger finally turned into a long sigh, and he smiled and hooked his fingers towards the corner of the wall.

A group of purple clouds bouncing and bouncing over.

Mo Xuanfang tapped his index finger on Ziyun's head: "It's not the deity. Tomorrow, you will pick up someone for the deity."

Before dawn the next morning, Wei Qing received a call from Luo Baihua.

He combed the maid bun that Yingluo wove for him, changed into a light green maid skirt, and followed Yingluo to the main hall of Shangzhi Hall to have his hair done.

During these days, Wei Qing spent every day recuperating with Ying Luo in the small courtyard, unable to feel the depression after the civil strife.

At this time, with the faint light reflected in the snow, he saw that many houses were damaged, and the dilapidated black wooden buildings were even more lifeless. The mud rolled into the snow, mixed with messy footprints.

I heard from Ying Luo that in order to quell the civil strife, the Dingtian Divine Array was launched, exhausting the spiritual power of the hall masters of each hall. In addition, today's material and earth treasures are scarce, and the vitality of Ziyunzong is seriously injured. Organize a repair The teams are difficult.

The situation was much more serious than imagined. After entering the main hall, Wei Qing saw with his own eyes that there were many disciples in light green uniforms, but most of them were depressed. He knew what Ying Luo said was true.

Thinking of his daily food and drink, he deserved it, and he couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Moxuan Fang's gourd.

After a while, Qingyao, the deacon senior sister, stood beside the main seat on the high platform and began to nod.

Wei Qing remembered her, Qingyao, who was bossy when they met for the first time, now also looked haggard.

While Qingyao was nodding, some of the disciples below stood up to speak, most of them were complaining about the upper four halls and the middle four halls, complaining that they withheld spiritual rice, magic weapons, and even medicines for wound healing, and always gave them to them. Shangzhi Palace sent heavy work.

Wei Qing stood at the back of the crowd with lowered brows, thinking that the upper, middle and lower halls were originally strictly hierarchical, and now that supplies are scarce, he will suffer even more in the future.

After the mao was ordered, Luo Baihua, the master of the Shangzhi Palace, came out from the back hall. She combed the spirit snake bun, wrapped it in a plain white silk, and wore a moon-white tunic dress with two plum branches at the corner. She looks graceful and beautiful. extraordinary.

The book said that her cultivation was at the bottom of the Twelve Palace Masters.Now seeing her disciples being wronged and she kept silent, Wei Qing couldn't help thinking of the incident where she knelt down for Ying Lianzi in the Ziyun Palace, and thought that it was over, with such a palace master on the table, he didn't know how to be angry in the future.

At this time, Luo Baihua waved to Wei Qing: "Wei Qing, come here."

Wei Qing trotted over quickly, bowed and said, "Hello, Hall Master."

Luo Baihua stood up, helped him up with a smile, and said, "No wonder the suzerain likes you, you are indeed a good boy."

Seeing her indescribable kindness in her eyebrows and eyes, Wei Qing seemed to be an easy-going person, although she didn't have the majesty of the master of the first hall, and immediately said crisply: "Master Luo is gentle and beautiful, and I like you too. "

Luo Baihua had never seen such a pure and lovely child, her face was even gentler, she held Wei Qing's hand and said, "This doll is not born with a congenital deficiency, it is not suitable for washing and cleaning, Qingyao, let her take a few shifts with you, and come to Ziqing." Let Yun Palace take care of you."

"Hall Master, you are unfair." A preparatory disciple shouted, "Which one of us has not washed and cleaned since we were young, why should she go to Ziyun Palace to serve as soon as she comes? We have to do heavy work."

In Wei Qing's heart, there are mixed joys and sorrows. What is happy is that working in Ziyun Palace must be easy, but it is also easy to meet Mo Xuanfang, and being with you is like being with a tiger.

The disciples were making noise, Luo Baihua obviously couldn't be overwhelmed, he scolded twice casually, threw Wei Qing to Qing Yao in a hurry, and went back to the inner hall alone.

Qingyao put her hands on her hips, and finally persuaded the subordinates to scold her, and then said to Wei Qing: "Have you had breakfast? Forget it, pack up and go up the mountain with us quickly, don't waste the time."

Wei Qing didn't find Ying Luo in the crowd, and when he learned that she had gone down the mountain to carry out a mission, he followed Qing Yao and five senior brothers and sisters to Ziyun Palace.

On the way, listening to the brothers and sisters chatting, Wei Qing realized that the mission was to go down the mountain to eliminate demons for the people. This is the case in the sect, and the disciples of the sect still care about the people. Wei Qing feels that Ziyun sect is not as hypocritical as it is written in the book , On the contrary, he has a decent and large demeanor.

But because they were rushing to change shifts, the brothers and sisters walked quickly, Qing Yao simply explained: "Let's go up first, you go slowly." They disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wei Qing was small and frail, so naturally he couldn't catch up, and he knelt down when he finally climbed the ladder.

He was originally afraid of heights, and he heard that he had fallen from here before, so he couldn't move at this time, and he was crooked under the railing by himself.

He was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle in his heart, and suddenly something on the top of his head fell in front of him, making him scramble in fright: "What is it? Sovereign, help me."

But it was a group of purple clouds bouncing around, turning into the shape of a villain, shaking two chubby hands and walking two steps in front of him.

Wei Qing calmed down, seeing that thing was so cute, he thought to himself that Ziyun Sect's fairy mountain and blessed land, it's not surprising that Yun has become a spirit, this Ziyun doesn't look like a bad person.

He waved at Ziyun: "Hi..."

"oops……"

It turned out that he was broken as soon as he waved his hand, Ziyun rushed over like an arrow, copied to his crotch, and carried him away into the sky.

Before Wei Qing finished "ah", he flew into Ziyun Palace, before Mo Xuanfang collapsed.

It was just dawn, and the lamps were still on in the dormitory. The half-remnant candle flames reflected the window lattices covered with morning light, exhaling purple air with a faint fragrance.

Wei Qing was shocked.

He got off Ziyun, and looked around, there was no one there, neither the seniors who went up the mountain together today, nor the people who were waiting for the shift change last night, Mo Xuanfang was the only one in the huge bedroom.

And Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes and sat in the tent, his fairy face against the light was elegant and indifferent, cold and unparalleled.

Wei Qing glared at Ziyun, this thing must understand people's words, and deliberately punished himself.

But Ziyun didn't give in, and changed into the shape of a villain, raised his head in front of him, and swaggered out with his chubby body.

"Hey, wait for me."

Wei Qing choked and shouted, holding the little skirt with one hand, and followed behind Ziyun.

A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Who is here?" It was like a thunder in the empty bedroom, shaking Wei Qing to a halt.

Immediately, he was grabbed by a familiar force and fell in front of Mo Xuan.

How could I be so unlucky to fall into his hands again.

Wei Qing got up aggrieved, rubbed his little nose, lowered his head and said: "Disciple Wei Qing, please greet the suzerain."

"It turned out to be Wei Qing." Following the slow voiceless voice, the curtain opened, revealing Mo Xuan's cold face with phoenix eyes, "It just so happens that there is one thing I don't know about this deity. Since you and that Lu Fan are brothers and sisters, why does he have the surname Wei?" It's Lu's surname, can you explain it to me?"

This is a proposition.

Wei Qing stood there dumbfounded, his back drenched with sweat.

Mo Xuanfang, who is so immortal, really can't do it, can't I be your child bride-in-law? You can always spare me.