After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Screening away the guards outside the barrier, Wei Siying stood silently facing the stone room for a long time, the sea of ​​consciousness was full of disturbances about the past and the past.

In the past three years, his heart and body have been devoted to Haochang, he thought he had already forgotten.

But at the entrance of this stone room, he was at a loss, just like back then.

He opened the door and walked in, the bead curtain rustled.

Mo Xuanfang sat upright on the stone couch, the heavily restrained dragon pattern locks could be seen in the white robe.

But his immortal demeanor, which has not changed for thousands of years, is still dignified and dignified, the dragon pattern lock remains unmoved, and even his tightly closed eyelashes never shake, as if he didn't know someone entered the room.

Wei Siying approached him, sat down on the stone bench opposite him, and called out, "Master."

If you were willing to wake you up and call Master, would you still be in trouble today?

Mo Xuanfang slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were not the madness of the past, nor the tenderness and hatred in his memory, but a pair of indifferent eyes, the eyes of Sect Master Ziyun.

Even if his immortal veins were severed, his sect was destroyed, and his master Xiaozhu was humiliated one after another, he was still the supreme master of the three realms, just like when we first met, sitting on the purple gold chair in the Zhongzheng Hall, overlooking all living beings.

Wei Siying couldn't help clenching his fists, and then slowly loosened them. The corner of his mouth raised into a smile and said: "Master, I remember you saying that I am willing to bring you back into the sect and inherit your mantle. Back then, I was blinded by the hatred of immortals and demons." I closed my eyes, and then I did something sorry for you. Now the world is peaceful and there is no war, but I think of Master, I feel guilty and regretful, I can’t eat well and I can’t sleep, so I come to apologize to you.”

As he spoke, he stood up, bowed to Mo Xuanfang, and sat down again.

Mo Xuanfang silently accepted his gift, and said: "Mr. Long, I accept your gift for nothing other than cutting your hair and returning it to the master. Now you and I have nothing to do with each other."

"Master's words are wrong." Wei Siying smiled, "As a teacher for one day, you will be a father for life. In the hearts of the widows, you will always be a teacher and a parent. Even if there are other things... anything else, it is just another A form of blood connection, how can we just throw it away."

Mo Xuanfang's eyes were full of antiquity: "If you want the Lord of the Three Realms, this deity will not agree. You should know that this deity is determined, so you don't need to waste your time." He closed his eyes after he finished speaking.

The barrier shielded the sound of water in the cold pool, and the stone room was quiet.

After a while, Wei Siying said again: "Master, did you bury Zeyunju?" His voice trembled slightly, and traces of lingering resentment penetrated into Mo Xuanfang's ears.

Mo Xuanfang's fingertips trembled as if being fiddled with, and he quickly returned to calm. He was still sitting motionless, with his eyes and lips tightly closed.

Wei Siying said: "That time you asked the widow what Zeyunju means to the widow. In fact, it is the widow's home. When the master is gone, the home will be gone."

Speaking of the latter, Wei Siying's voice was too low to be heard.But Mo Xuanfang still heard it, his body tensed up, he felt that the dragon pattern lock was pierced into the flesh and blood, leaving red marks on his skin.

After a while, the bead curtain rang, and the lingering sound still lingered in the stone room, but Lord Long had disappeared.

It was night, in Mo Xuanfang's dormitory, Wei Siying was leaning on the head of the bed, playing with the things that the military master had secretly made for him.

The object made of the cold crystal mine in Selangor, sucks human blood, is icy to the bone, and the huge grid has a cold white light in his eyes.

He held it in his hand, feeling the cold penetrate his body like an ice snake, tearing him apart.

Outside the door, Yingruo knocked on the door: "Mr. Long, that little Xuanzi...he wants to see you."

Yingruo stared at Xiaoxuanzi intently as she spoke, and heard that he was a mute who once served at the side of Lord Long.

But when he came to Ziyunzong, Lord Long drove him away for some reason, and set up a barrier in the bedroom.

Although he couldn't see the face under the mask, there was an unattainable aura in Xiao Xuanzi's body that seemed familiar to him, which was extremely inconsistent with his humble status.

Unsurprisingly, Wei Siying's cold voice came from the bedroom: "No see."

After hearing the answer, Xiao Xuanzi stood silently for a while, then turned into purple smoke and floated out of the palace.

Inside the palace, Wei Siying frowned, a little impetuous in his heart, he put away Han Ningjing's belongings, and walked out of the palace gate.

Ying Ruo lowered her head and waited by the door, the dim palace lantern hit her forehead, the face that was already similar to Ying Luo was more like resurrection.

This only bit of family affection warmed Wei Siying's heart, and he said softly: "The widow is going to the Youfu Cave, you don't have to stay here, go back and rest."

After spending a few days with Wei Siying, Ying Ruo was no longer as scared as before. At this time, she bowed and handed out a brocade box, and said respectfully: "Mr. Long, this is the pill that Lord Luo ordered me to give to the suzerain. Please take a look at it, Lord Long, and I will take it to the suzerain."

Wei Siying opened the brocade box, and saw that there were a few ordinary pills that healed the immortal veins inside. He glanced at Ying Ruo and said, "How is your palace master?"

Ying Ruo thought of Luo Baihua who was imprisoned in the dark cell, and shivered: "Ying Ruo didn't intend to visit the hall master, but the master Luo always distributes the medicine for the master, and I saw that the medicine was used up, so I went to the hall master The Lord asks."

Wei Siying closed the brocade box, and said calmly, "I will deliver this medicine for you, and you can prepare a pot of tea that Sect Master Ziyun likes for you, and I will take it with you."

Ying Ruo opened her mouth in surprise, then bowed and said, "Yes."

In the stone room at the bottom of the cold pool cave, Wei Siying put the tray containing the pills and green tea on the stone table, and said softly, "Master, I'm here."

Mo Xuanfang sat upright as usual, neither opened his eyes nor answered.

Wei Siying smiled sadly and said: "Master, you and I have been separated for so many years, and I finally returned to Ziyun Palace, thinking that I could serve you by your side, but you refused to say a word to me for so many days."

Seeing that Mo Xuanfang was indifferent, Wei Siying sighed to himself and said, "I have lied to Master so many times, and Master should not believe me. But this time I sincerely repent, and I just want to do my best to serve Master."

As he spoke, he poured a cup of green tea on the stone table, took out a pill from the brocade box, moved it to Mo Xuanfang and said, "Master, open your mouth, I'll give you the medicine."

Mo Xuanfang frowned and remained motionless.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang's mouth was suddenly covered with two soft, soft, warm objects. He was startled to realize that it was Wei Siying's lips, and it was too late to turn his head to avoid it, and in an instant, a soft tongue opened his teeth. In a short while, the elixir was put in, and the softness would be separated at the touch of a touch.

Mo Xuanfang suddenly opened his eyes, his face was already pale.

Wei Siying leaned in front of him, wiped Mo Xuanfang's mouth lightly, looked at him with concern and said, "Master, is my medicine feeding technique good? Don't you want me to feed you tea later?" Move it, otherwise the tea will flow out and dirty the master."

After he finished speaking, he went to drink the tea in his hand.

Mo Xuanfang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said hoarsely: "Give me the tea."

Wei Siying didn't have the slightest difficulty, handed the tea cup to his hand, Mo Xuanfang raised his red-scarred arm and drank it down in one gulp, causing the dragon pattern lock to rattle.

Wei Siying stood up straight, took the empty tea cup and put it back on the table, and gracefully refilled the second cup.

"Master must have forgiven me slowly after drinking my first cup of tea." Wei Siying muttered to himself, as if full of sorrow, "Even if Master doesn't forgive me, it doesn't matter. I am Master's disciple after all. The members of Ziyun Sect are also my fellow sects. These days, I have thought about it carefully, and I must treat all fellow sects of Ziyun Sect kindly, so as not to make Master feel bad."

Mo Xuanfang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes and asked, "How are you going to deal with them?"

Wei Siying said with a smile in his eyes: "Master, tomorrow morning I will give an order to release all the disciples of Ziyun Sect except the Hall Master. They can practice and do tasks as usual. If you want to go down the mountain, we will let you go." Give them money and give them back their freedom."

Mo Xuanfang stared at him silently for a long time and said: "Even so, I will not issue a Fengming Order to order the world to give up the Lord of the Three Realms to you."

Wei Siying picked up the tea that had been poured on the plate, approached Mo Xuanfang and said, "Back then, I promised you that when the Haochang Kingdom was completed, I would order the Dragon Clan to abandon demons and cultivate their spirits. Now it's only one step away." .I became the Lord of the Three Realms, and the status of Haochang Kingdom will never be shaken again, and the people of the Dragon Clan can sit back and relax and abandon demons and practice spirituality. May there be no more demonic energy in the world. Master, am I wrong to think so?"

Mo Xuanfang took the teacup close to his mouth, drank it in one breath, and said slowly: "If you don't become the master of the Three Realms, Haochang Kingdom can also practice abandoning demons and cultivating spirits. If you want to be safe, this deity can also protect you .”

"In that case, the fate of the Dragon Clan is still in the hands of the Immortal League." Wei Siying looked cold, and refilled the third cup of tea, the hot tea in the pot was exhausted.

"The Lord of the Three Realms can command the world, even if Haochang dominates, you can do the opposite at any time."

Mo Xuanfang said: "Even if Dragon Lord becomes the lord of the world, the reputation of betraying the clan and killing teachers cannot be washed away. If you give orders to the world, how can the people in the world obey? If you don't obey, you have to kill them all like you did to the deity." The people of the world?"

The tea cup was placed heavily on the table, Wei Siying turned his head, his tone was still gentle and calm: "If Sect Master Mo sits in the widow's seat, what will you do?"

Mo Xuanfang looked at him, "Kill this deity."

Dragon Flame rolled up the teacup and suddenly shattered it into powder, and the stone room was filled with the flames before the storm.

Wei Siying said slowly: "You think that the widow is not willing to kill you, so you use this to make fun of the widow, don't you?"

Mo Xuanfang's white clothes fluttered slightly, and the red marks on the inside of the clothes were raised by Long Yan. He closed his eyes, and said in a low and clear voice: "Yes."

"Yes……"

Wei Siying sneered softly, and Long Yan faded away without a sound. He walked to Mo Xuanfang's side step by step, and sat next to him on the bed.

"Master, do you know what I put in the teacup just now?"

Mo Xuanfang's Adam's apple rolled suddenly, and he felt a strange undercurrent sneaking in his body. His body was hot and hot, and he hurriedly suppressed it with all his strength.

"Master, look." Wei Siying spread his palms in front of him, "In addition to those hall masters, I have prepared another dowry gift for you."

Immediately, a cage made by Han Ningjing suddenly appeared on Wei Siying's white palm.

The author has something to say:

Uh uh uh, a cage, just a cage.