After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

But Wei Qing was so disappointed that he didn't hear the news of Mo Xuanfang leaving the customs.

He is too useless to help Master.

Interested in walking through the crowd, Wei Qing remembered that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, his birthday.

Early in the morning, Ying Luo brought all the brothers and sisters from the Lower Fourth Hall up to congratulate Wei Qing. Many people also came from the Upper Fourth Hall and the Middle Fourth Hall, including Lu Fan.

After what happened yesterday, Wei Qing's status in everyone's minds has improved significantly. Unlike previous years, everyone's congratulations this year were a little sincere.

Wei Qing couldn't bear to blow their minds, so he managed to pull himself together.

Yingluo, Qingyao, and a few close senior brothers and sisters were very happy. They ran around to hang various lanterns for Zeyunjuli. I don’t know where they found palace lanterns, gauze lanterns, revolving lanterns, and large and small lanterns from the folk. Small red lanterns, and couplets pasted on each room, tacky is tacky, but I don’t know why it brings joy to the Ziyun sect who has been practicing all the year round.

This is the smoke and fire that Wei Qing wanted, but it's a pity that Mo Xuanfang is not here, so what's the point.

Wei Qing chatted and laughed with everyone like a spectator, Lu Fan approached him, and gave him a white jade hairpin, saying that it was a gadget from the north, and asked Wei Qing to play with it.

The jade hairpin is not a magic weapon, but Wei Qing is an expert in jewelry and jade, and it can be worth a lot of money at a glance. He thought that since Lu Fan's eyes were healed, although the two of them have not had quarrels, he has always been lukewarm to him. The sudden show of favor today must have something to do with what happened yesterday.

Wei Qing smiled, and generously inserted the jade hairpin into the bun, "Brother, thank you."

One more friend is better than one more enemy. Wei Qing doesn't want to be number one in the world, but wants to live a peaceful life with Mo Xuanfang.

But Master is still suffering at the bottom of the cave.

Wei Qing's smile suddenly disappeared from his lips, and he lowered his head and sighed.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Lu Fan approached him and asked.

Wei Qing turned his face away uncomfortably: "It's nothing, I've been bored here for a long time, I want to go outside."

"That's easy. I'll take you down the mountain to do the mission in two days."

"Uh... I'll just say it casually."

Ying Luo came over with a plate of jujube paste cakes, and finally saved Wei Qing's awkward chat.

"Xiao Wei, why don't you eat today? You are the one who makes the most noise." Ying Luo took a mouthful of jujube cakes, and even licked the residue on his fingers.

In the past few years, under the influence of Wei Qing, many people in the sect no longer bigu, coupled with Mo Xuanfang's connivance, Wei Qing led everyone to eat all the delicacies in the world, and no one delayed their practice.

Lu Fan smiled, and gently picked up a piece of jujube pastry with two fingers and put it in his mouth, as if he was doing as the Romans do.

Wei Qing reluctantly took a piece and put it back, expressing that he was not hungry and had no appetite for the time being.

Ying Luo didn't pay attention to that much, and said to himself: "Do you know? Something happened in Zongli last night, it seems that something went wrong in Yourot Cave."

Wei Qing's heart tightened.

Lu Fan glanced at Wei Qing, maybe he still had lingering fears when he remembered the past ten years ago, and there was a strange flash in his eyes.

Ying Luo lowered his voice and said: "The people who patrolled the area yesterday and the gatekeepers were all carried back by someone. Everyone has been in a coma and hasn't woken up until now. I also heard...the moves among them are too different from the suzerain's. Love is very similar."

Wei Qing's heart beat wildly, it's over, do they know something?

If they know, then Master also knows, then those things I did with Master...

Wei Qing's throat was dry from anxiety, but Lu Fan said unhurriedly beside him: "Don't listen to people's nonsense, the suzerain's severance will take effect immediately, so there is no need to sleep for so long, unless...unless the suzerain is very powerful Surrender, but this is even more invisible."

Ying Luo chuckled: "Little uncle said yes, I said something wrong, how could this matter have something to do with the suzerain? It's just strange, which evil devil dares to break into Ziyun sect to cause trouble? "

Hearing their nonsense, Wei Qing relaxed slightly, but not completely.

Recalling everything that happened last night, Wei Qing knew that it must have been the demonic energy in Mo Xuanfang's body that erupted halfway, which greatly reduced his spiritual power. He couldn't escape the guarded disciples and enter the cave as usual, but used it in a hurry. Taixu cut off feelings, which caused the disciples to sleep for more than ten hours without waking up.

If Master knew about this, how sad he would be.

Wei Qing was no longer in the mood to stay here, and reasoned that he had caught a cold last night, so he found an excuse to slip back to bed.

He needed a good rest so that he would have the energy to make another trip to Yourot Cave at night.

He wants to save Master, he must find a way to save Master.

There was no moon on the night of the first day of the new year, Wei Qing was woken up by Yingluo and the others, and the lights outside the window were brightly lit.

Wei Qing couldn't help but find excuses to drive away the guests, and the brothers and sisters had already pushed him to the square of the Zhongzheng Hall.

It turned out that there was a ten-mile banquet, which was filled with disciples from the Nine Heavens and Twelve Palaces.

Seeing Wei Qing, everyone happily held their wine and said, "I wish my junior brother a happy life every year, and a bright future every year!"

Seeing the hill-shaped wine jars and fireworks, Wei Qing was so anxious that he almost cried: "Senior Sister, I didn't ask you to manage the accounts to make you spend money. You play so big that the gold and silver coffers are all emptied."

Ying Luo was so angry that he squeezed his mouth: "Stingy, who spent your money? The wine and food were collected by the master of the Twelve Palace, and the fireworks and firecrackers were brought up by the Jiuxiao Outer Gate. How could it cost you a penny?" ?”

"They? Why are they willing to pay me for this?"

"Nonsense, of course the suzerain ordered it."

"The suzerain is out?"

At this moment, the sky was filled with light and color, as if it was full of fiery trees and silver flowers, and someone started to set off fireworks.

These are the most common fireworks purchased from the folks, without any spell bonuses.But this simple play caused everyone to scream with joy.

Even Qing Yao, who is usually serious, couldn't help but grab two of them, light them up and watch them soar into the sky, full of applause.

Wei Qing stood there dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth froze.

He saw Mo Xuanfang floating from the sky, sitting on the chief seat, with an elegant appearance and cold eyes, no different from usual.

The strings that had been tense all day fell from the tight heart.

Wei Qing had a kind of ecstasy of regaining what was lost, he wanted to rush up immediately, hug him like when he was a child, hug the closest person in the world.

But he couldn't, didn't dare.

Time has passed, and he has grown up.

The wind in Ziyun Palace became clear again, Wei Qing silently walked towards Mo Xuanfang, he couldn't imagine his expression.

Several hall masters stood up and faced Mo Xuanfang, raised their glasses to toast, Mo Xuanfang raised his head and drank, but his eyes glanced at Wei Qing, and then lightly moved to the air.

The night sky is bright because of fireworks, and Ziyun Palace is bright because of Mo Xuan.

Wei Qing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, grabbed the wine glass by the table and drank it down. He followed Mo Xuanfang's eyes and looked up at the sky. A pair of thousand-leaf lotus bloomed from the sky, flowing with colorful brilliance.

Finally, he walked to the seat of that person.

Wei Qing bowed his head and saluted, suppressing the surge in his chest.

"Disciple pays respects to master, congratulations to master for leaving the customs."

"Get up..."

With white clothes flying in front of him, Ziyun Sect Master Mo Xuanfang came down from the first seat like never before, and came to Wei Qing in person in front of the Nine Heavens and Twelve Halls, "Si Ying, today is your birthday. As a teacher, I hope you will improve your cultivation and be healthy."

A pair of big hands supported Wei Qing's arm, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Junior brother, senior brother/sister wishes you to improve your cultivation and stay healthy." Ziyun's disciples also congratulated in unison.

Wei Qing raised his head in a daze, looking at the man in front of him, he heard his heart beating like a drum, he was afraid that a heart would jump out of his throat, fly to the sky and explode like fireworks.

"I wish Master... I wish Master peace every year."

"Hahaha, my junior is usually so smart, why is my tongue so clumsy tonight?" Several senior brothers and sisters gathered together and said with a smile, but their eyes were still reluctant to part with Wei Qing. The shy appearance of the young man in red was even more attractive than usual stunning.

Wei Qing toasted Master with a glass of wine, brothers and sisters, what do you know, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, if you say that you are safe every year, you will be safe every year.

He hoped that the person in front of him would live a safe life.

"Master, your retreat time is short this time, is it better?" Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Wei Qing plucked up the courage to ask, "Last time you said that something went wrong in your cultivation."

"Well, it's better." Mo Xuanfang smiled faintly.

Wei Qing took another big sip: "Master, I'm so happy."

Mo Xuanfang took the jug in his hand, put it to his lips, took a sip, and said softly: "My patriarch protects you, the progress is going well for my teacher, hurry up and hope to catch up with your birthday tonight. It's not too late."

"Then Master, after tonight, do you still want to go to retreat?" Wei Qing took the mouth of the pot that Mo Xuanfang drank just now, raised his head, and drank more than half of the pot.

His drunken eyes were like silk, squinting at Mo Xuanfang.

"Um……"

Mo Xuanfang grabbed the jug, "You drank too much tonight."

"I also want to go to retreat with you." He climbed onto Mo Xuanfang's shoulder, "Master, do you think it's okay?"

The beautiful scenery on a good day suddenly came into a dream.

Wei Qing got drunk that night, and in his dream he returned to the year when he was eight years old.

Little Ah Zi transformed into an invisibility cloak for the first time, Wei Qing happily put on the cloak and ran into Ziyun Palace.

He found that the moon in Ziyun Palace was very big at night, and the clouds pierced through the shadow of the moon. Mo Xuanfang bathed in the Xuanshui pool.

Wei Qing boldly stepped forward, he firmly believed that the master could not see him, so he put his hand on his back, under the smooth, delicate, firm and powerful skin, the master's body was cold.

A red aura spread from the Xuanshui pool, wrapping around a pair of hands with sharp joints, Wei Qing could see clearly that there were groups of carrion corpses in the pool, carrying Mo Xuanfang, sinking and floating towards a distant place that he couldn't grasp or go to. .

"Master, don't go..."

Wei Qing sat up in a cold sweat, and the golden light of the rising sun leaked through the window cracks.But for the first time, he discovered that there was an icy morning wind blowing in Ziyun Palace, which was like spring all year round.

Yingluo, who was on duty today, opened the door and came in, smiling softly: "Little brother, you finally woke up, you were drunk last night, I'll fetch you water to wash up."

Unexpectedly, Wei Qing's hoarse voice in the tent: "Go out."

Ying Luo frowned: "Xiaowei, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"I told you to go... go..."

Wei Qing drew a long tail and repeated it again, this time with a bit of sternness in his voice.

Ying Luo walked out of the door in silence, paused, looked back for a while, and finally closed the door with a "squeak".

Wei Qing collapsed back on the floor in a slump, clutching a ball of wet and sticky bedding tightly in his hands.

This quilt, which symbolizes growth, made him feel sick.

"Hold……"

After a long time, he punched the pillow with his fist, as if beating himself who could never go back.