After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Putting Han Ningjing's shackles on Mo Xuanfang with his own hands, Wei Siying dressed him neatly one by one.

Mo Xuanfang kept his eyes tightly closed the whole time, suppressing the rejuvenation blood with his true strength and powerful mind.

The top medicine that no one in the Three Realms can resist is now surging, and the undercurrent has turned into a sea of ​​love. His muscles as tight as iron show deep red marks under the lock of the dragon pattern.

The flickering candlelight in the stone room cast dimly on his face.But he never changed his face, and his deep outline was as indifferent as a jade carving.

The fairy god on the top of the snowy peak of Yukun Mountain really had a firm mind and a terrified concentration.

Wei Siying's fingertips inadvertently scraped across Mo Xuanfang's chest, then rubbed against his protruding Adam's apple, and finally his warm and tightly pressed lips.

He sat on his lap and felt the coldness of Han Ningjing sucking his marrow together with him.

Mo Xuanfang's lips warmed up under Wei Siying's gentle caress, and Wei Siying leaned into his ear: "Master, do you remember? It was here back then, on this stone bed, that you held me down." ...I struggled and resisted, but you tried so hard, I couldn't earn it..."

Feeling those lips twitching at the fingertips, Wei Siying said again: "I did this all for you, lest you can't help but break the precept again, what should I do?"

Han Ningjing's deep coldness is approaching layer by layer, the coldest ice in the world and the hottest blood in the world are about to merge.

Wei Siying's mouth slowly moved to Mo Xuanfang's lips, and with his already slightly messy breathing, he pressed it gently.

He heard the sound of ice cubes colliding. It was the bursting lava squeezing the iceberg. The two extreme pains of ice and fire were bound in the same body, and even immortal gods would fall.

Mo Xuanfang threw his head back to the stone couch and passed out.

Wei Siying lay down on his chest in a daze, feeling that all his strength was drained from his whole body along with the pain of his suffocation.

The tears that should have been shed the night he broke his immortal veins slipped down without a sound.

The twilight of early morning could not penetrate the darkness at the entrance of Yourot Cave, Gu Xifei waited quietly under the dark tree.

Seeing Wei Siying coming out of the thick fog, he quickly stepped forward and bowed.

Wei Siying's face was a little haggard, he raised his hand, motioning for Gu Xifei to flatten himself.

Gu Xifei looked at Wei Siying's face, and asked: "All the kings and the ministers ordered by the Holy Majesty are already waiting in Cangwu Palace. Does the Holy Majesty want to go there now?"

"Let them wait." Wei Siying said calmly, "I have to go back to take a shower and change clothes, and have breakfast."

"Then... I have already gathered all the disciples of Ziyun Sect in the Zhongzheng Hall, so I will order people to take them back to each hall first, and wait for their punishment."

Wei Siying glanced at the entrance of the deep and secluded rot hole and said: "No need, just tell them to wait in the Zhongzheng Hall, and the widow and Sect Master Ziyun will go to see them together in the morning."

"Yes..." Gu Xifei paused, and then said, "The medicine is extremely powerful. Even if the Immortal's concentration is strong enough, I'm afraid it won't be completely relieved tomorrow morning."

"Wouldn't it be better that way."

Wei Siying said lightly, and walked towards the dragon chariot prepared behind Gu Xifei.

It is said that the Phoenix resides in Cangwu, and the Purple Cloud Sect respects Fengming. The Cangwu Palace is the place with the most spiritual power in the Ziyun Palace, and it is also the place where the spiritual power is most prosperous in the whole world.

The demons cultivate with demonic qi, and the spiritual power in Cangwu Palace naturally suppresses the magical power. It was here that Xiao Weiqing was bound by Mo Xuanfang to practice, and suffered a lot.

The kings of Haochang and several ministers are of course much more profound than Xiao Weiqing back then.But sitting here for a long time is still unbearable.

Waiting for a long time for the emperor not to come, they had no choice but to meditate on the spot and exercise their kung fu to resist the coercion of spiritual power.

When it was almost noon, the attendants brought tables, wine and dishes, and invited the kings and ministers to have a meal.

But under the suppression of spiritual power, everyone lost their appetite and just drank two cups of wine lightly.

Wei Siying didn't arrive until noon and the banquet had been withdrawn.

He was wearing casual clothes with a waist, half-draped black hair, and only a golden hairpin randomly inserted on the top of his head. He leaned on the dragon chair, bent one long leg lazily, and raised his wrist slightly on his knee.

"All the gentlemen are flat."

The ministers thanked each other and stood up, but they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

The emperor solemnly invited them into the palace, saying that he wanted to discuss important matters, but somehow left them hanging in this Cangwu Palace and suffered a lot of crimes, and he himself acted so informally, it was really confusing.

Everyone looked at Panlong envoy in unison, Lord An Zechuan had no choice but to come out and said: "My lord, what is the matter to call the ministers into the palace? In such a situation, the ministers are panicked, and I hope the sage will give a clear order."

However, Wei Siying sighed and said: "Master Panlongshi has only stayed here for a few hours, and he is already so uneasy, what about the widow? Every day in this Ziyun Palace, with the most prosperous spiritual power in the world Together, how can one day feel at ease?"

An Zechuan frowned and said: "Ziyunzong is not a place to stay for a long time. Is the Holy Majesty worried about taking down the Lord of the Three Realms? In my opinion, it doesn't matter if the Lord of the Three Realms is wanted. As long as the Holy Majesty is there, Haochang The country will not fall even after thousands of years, the Holy Majesty is not comfortable staying here, let's go back to the Dragon Palace in the Sea of ​​Clouds, and there is no need to talk nonsense with these thieves."

"An Zechuan's words make some sense." Wei Siying flicked his fingers twice on his knees, "But what if the magic energy disappears one day?"

The ministers were shocked...

An Zechuan said: "This devilish energy has existed for more than 3000 years. Because of my Haochang's strength, it has become more and more intense. As long as we feed monsters, the breath will make the devilish energy last for a long time. How can it disappear for no reason?"

Wei Siying raised his eyebrows, but remained silent.

At this time, Gu Xifei came out and said: "Your Excellency Panlongshi didn't know something. That year when I went to the Northern Wilderness with Shengshang, I discovered that the devilish energy leaked from the body of the Xuan Buddha. The body of the Xuan Buddha opens and closes every thousand years. By this year So far, there is still more than a month before the opening and closing of the millennium."

An Zechuan said: "Isn't this better, the devil energy is abundant, and it is more conducive to the prosperity of my Haochang."

Gu Xifei said: "It's fine if more devilish energy is leaked because of this, but Sect Master Ziyun predicts the celestial phenomena. This year, when the Profound Buddha Body opens and closes, the heavens will bring disasters. It's hard to say whether it will be a disaster or a blessing."

At this time, the young Aoyuan Dragon King said loudly: "The Holy Majesty has said this, and it was all caused by the Pluto of the underworld. That's why I was ordered to capture the Pluto and put him in the dungeon. At that time, we only need to sacrifice him , the natural disaster can be quelled.”

Gu Xifei turned to King Aoyuan: "What if natural disasters are demonic energy? In the three realms, the coexistence of demonic energy and spiritual energy can be balanced. If there is only demonic energy and no spiritual energy, then the land, mountains and rivers will be dried up, and no grass will grow on the ground. What do the people of Haochang eat?" ?

What to drink?If the natural disaster subsides after the sacrifice, and the god emperor's demon body recovers, then the demonic energy in the world will no longer exist. Then how should I, the people of Haochang, cultivate? "

King Ao Yuan opened his mouth wide, and the Cangwu Hall was completely silent.

At this time, Wei Siying sat up straight with a smile and said: "Military Master, stop scaring them, let the widow come and tell them."

"The matter is far from that serious. It's just that the military adviser also had good intentions and asked the ministers to prepare for a rainy day."

Wei Siying waved his hand and told everyone to return to their original positions, "In the past three years, I have been sending people to the Northern Wilderness to inquire, and I have learned that the demonic body of the Emperor Taiyi has not been eliminated, and the demonic energy will not subside for the time being. But One day in the future, the God Emperor's devil will recover, and the devil's energy will disappear from this world.

The clansmen who have lost their magical power will only be bullied by the people of the world, just like suffering in this Cangwu Palace every day, when the time comes, it will be a disaster of annihilation of the clan, and even the widows will not be able to save them. "

An Zechuan said in a deep voice: "Then according to the opinion of the Holy One, what will happen to my demons?"

"Abandoning demons and cultivating spirits."

"Abandon demons and cultivate spirits!"

Wei Siying knew that it was impossible for the tribe to accept such a big matter as abandoning demons and cultivating spirits in a short time.

Therefore, it was only a small opening, and it was blown up among the important ministers, giving them time to savor it carefully.

After the ministers left Cangwu Palace, Wei Siying was a little tired, so he sat on the dragon chair for a while, looking at the glow of the dome, silently lost in thought.

At this time, Ying Ruo walked in with the tea set and the medicine pill, "My lord, are you going to deliver the medicine tonight?"

Wei Siying was stunned for a moment, as if recovering from a distant memory, he frowned slightly and said, "Let's put it down."

The next day, Maoshi.

In the Zhongzheng Hall of Ziyun Palace, Wei Siying and Mo Xuanfang sat side by side on the purple gold chairs on the high platform.

Wei Siying wore a crown on his head and a black gold dragon robe, giving him the majesty of an emperor.

Mo Xuanfang also wore a purple gold crown on his head and a large white gown with auspicious clouds pattern. His complexion was slightly pale, but he did not lose the habitual indifference of Ziyun Sect Master.

But only Wei Siying knew that under the white cloud robe was a red-scarred body trapped by dragon pattern locks, and Han Ningjing who had been tortured all night.

There was an oppressive silence under the main hall, and Ziyun's disciples all showed resentment.But with the suzerain present, no one dared to make a sound.

Only Yingruo bowed her head and stood in the first place, receiving the gazes of all her classmates like Lingchi.

On the purple-gold chair, Wei Siying cast a secret barrier between the two of them. At this moment, he suddenly grabbed Mo Xuanfang's hand where no one could see.

Mo Xuanfang frowned. Under the heavy restraint of the dragon pattern lock, he couldn't break free. Wei Siying's soft hand gently held his big hard hand, and his fingertips rubbed against his palm.

Mo Xuanfang's voice was already slightly hoarse when he opened his mouth, but how powerful he was, he forcibly suppressed the turbulent undercurrent, and said to the disciples of His Royal Highness: "I have discussed with Lord Long, and I will give you back your freedom. If you still wish to stay in Ziyun Those of the sect, you can practice as usual. If you don’t want to stay, you can go to the Zhangyi Hall to get a package and go down the mountain.”

Before the words were finished, His Highness's disciples fell to their knees one after another, crying and saying: "I will not leave, I swear to live and die with the Ziyun Sect, I swear to live and die with the Sect Master."

Amidst the crying, Mo Xuanfang was startled to feel that the soft hand beside him suddenly let go of him, and slowly slid towards his abdomen.

The dragon pattern lock suddenly made a crackling sound of being forcibly stretched due to muscle tension.

Wei Siying didn't look at him, and smiled from the side: "The Zhongzheng Hall is a temple built by the Taoist ancestor himself, which means that in the universe and the world, there should be righteousness. If you still want to be a disciple of the Ziyun Sect, you can start tomorrow." From the beginning, I have to come to the Zhongzheng Hall every day to listen to the lessons taught by the suzerain. I have a marriage contract with the suzerain, so naturally I have to come here to listen to lectures and be taught like you."

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