After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Strange to say, as soon as Wei Qing stopped crying, the wind and thunder outside stopped.

Ying Luo stood up and hurried to the door, opened the curtain, and saw that the snowy peak of Yukun Mountain was as calm as usual, with tiny silver lights shining in the night.But there is purple air lingering in the sky, like a light curtain hanging on the moon.

"Could it be that something happened to Ziyun Palace?" Ying Luo frowned, but then thought, who in this world would dare to cause trouble under the suzerain's nose, and felt that he was too caring.

At this time, I heard Qingyao's voice transmission: "The disciples of Shangzhi Hall listen to the order and take all the people up the mountain immediately to Ziyun Palace."

Ying Luo hurried back to the house, and said to Wei Qing, "Speak quickly."

Wei Qing didn't know what to do, so he said: "Is there a ghost in your sect? Why do I cry when I..."

Ying Luo couldn't bear to argue with the child, so he had to coax him softly: "The holy land of Ziyun Sect's fairy family, which stupid ghost with no eyes dares to come here, don't think about it, it has nothing to do with you."

Only then did Wei Qing make up his mind, and honestly told Lu Fan about harming his family and wanting to take away his house. Of course, the blood of the golden dragon must be hidden.

At the end, he added: "I know that my father and mother did something wrong. They shouldn't treat Lu Fan like that, but I have no father or mother. From now on, I will be alone."

Hearing Wei Qing say that he has no father or mother, Ying Luo's eyes turned red again, and she sat on the edge of the kang and said, "Xiao Wei, it's rare for you to be so knowledgeable. Without parents, my sister will take care of you from now on."

Wei Qing nodded quickly: "Then sister, don't tell the suzerain what happened between me and Lu Fan."

"why?"

Of course Wei Qing couldn't tell her that making Lu Fan angry would reveal his identity as a dragon blood inheritor. He blinked his harmless eyes and said, "Because Brother Lu Fan is also very pitiful. If I sue him If so, he will die."

Ying Luo's voice was choked up: "Xiaowei, you are the kindest child I have ever met. When I meet the suzerain, I will tell him that you need to be recuperated when you are sick. Ziyunzong is the place with the most aura in the world. Suitable for recuperation, the suzerain mainly agrees with you to stay, others dare not say anything."

Wei Qing secretly rejoiced and said, "Your suzerain is a god, can't he see that I'm a man?"

"No, I said you are a girl, he will test your spiritual power, not your body."

Well, it should be stable.

Wei Qing rubbed his nose, pretending to be cute is hard work, but for my friend Xuanfang, he can do it.

Wei Qing was thinking wildly, while Ying Luo rummaged through old clothes for him in the wooden box.

The so-called Jiuxiao Twelve Halls in Ziyunzong, Jiuxiao is the outer gate, the Twelve Halls are the inner gate, and the inner gate is divided into the upper four halls, the middle four halls, and the lower four halls. The Shangzhi Hall in the hall is located on the top of Xuezhu Peak in Yukun Mountain, and it is bitterly cold all year round.

Now that Yingluo has passed the refinement period, and is just looking for the shadow of the spirit-gathering period, she can keep out the cold by wearing a single piece of clothing, but Xiao Weiqing will freeze to death.

Before going to Ziyun Palace, he had to take a shower and change clothes. Ying Luo hurriedly combed Wei Qing a pair of girlish buns, and put on all the red satin cotton jackets and cotton skirts he found in the box.

Wei Qing cheered up and looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, he was very satisfied with the villain in the mirror. He looked exactly the same as when he was a child, as if he had lived his life again.

He touched the emerald jade tassel hairpin on his head again, and asked, "Sister, where is the ancient jade hairpin on my head?"

"I've kept it for you." Ying Luo handed him a piece of red cloth with the ancient jade hairpin wrapped inside, "Your hairpin is for men, so keep it on your body so that no one will see it."

"Hmm..." Wei Qing stuffed the red cloth into his pocket.

In the original book, this ancient jade hairpin is always with the protagonist, and it is not sure whether it is useful or not.

However, the thousand-year-old mutton fat white jade, the big round piece of milky white on the head of the hairpin can be worth a lot of money, and for Wei Qing, it is useful if it is valuable.

The two ate a piece of steamed bun casually, the sky was already bright, and there was already a lot of people outside at this time, everyone was about to set off to see the suzerain.

The Purple Cloud Sect is a majestic sect, what an imposing family, thousands of people who have come down are all crowded in the lower four halls, it's like a vegetable market.

The disciples of the Lower Fourth Palace are miserable, but under Feng Ming's order, no one dares to say a word.

Ying Luo wrapped Wei Qing in a fiery red fox fur cloak, carried him on her back, opened the wooden door with a creak, and the cold wind came in like a knife, and she wrapped Wei Qing even tighter.

Outside the door is a small courtyard built with black wooden fences. In addition to the room they live in, there is a kitchen next door.

Yingluo stepped into the snow, leaving an inch-deep footprint.

The lower four halls are all built in the flat depression of Xuefeng Peak, and one Shangzhi Hall occupies tens of thousands of square meters. The buildings are not as fancy as imagined, including the main hall, which are all black wooden houses.

Wei Qing knew that the Shangzhi Hall where Yingluo was located was actually Ziyunzong's domestic service department, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Following the chaotic flow of people through the main hall, they passed the Cailing Hall, which is responsible for the collection and preservation of heaven, material and earth treasures.

Going east from Cailing Hall, there is the Qidan Hall in charge of alchemy, and the Zhangyi Hall in charge of historical materials, personnel registration, and liaison with the outer sect.

But they don't go east, there is another way to go north to Xuefeng.

This road is no longer a serious mountain road, but looks like it reaches the sky, slanting into the clouds.

I don't know what the ladder is made of, it's as smooth as white jade, but not very slippery. It's four or five meters wide. There are handrails on the side of the road, and there are all kinds of flowers, plants, fish and animals carved on it. Most of them Wei Qing doesn't know. , Some family members with their children were going to climb the railing with their dolls in their arms, but they were all beaten down by the disciples of the sect.

It turns out that this is a bottomless abyss, if a person falls, let alone his life, even his bones will not be found.

I learned from the book that Purple Cloud Sect does not allow flying in the sky, and everyone has to step on the ladder, and it is a long journey, and it is not known when it will end.

Ying Luo was afraid that Wei Qing would be bored, so she told him stories together.In fact, it's not a story, it's all gossip about the Nine Heavens and Twelve Palaces.

Wei Qing wanted to save his energy to meet Mo Xuanfang, and he didn't want to talk much at this moment, so he just listened.

It turns out that Jiuxiao at the beginning is not a supreme existence, it is called Outer Sect Jiuxiao in its full name, and it belongs to the lowest nine sects of Ziyun Sect.

However, disciple Jiuxiao works hard and fights on the front line every day, so he naturally deserves the title of top card.

"Xiaowei, do you know that apart from shopping and running errands, disciples of Jiuxiao also have a very important job?" Ying Luo deliberately kept it a secret.

Wei Qing lay on her shoulder lazily: "As a cultivator, resources are king, and of course they want to help the sect seize resources."

"Nonsense..." Yingluo pulled his face down in a rare way, "What is there to grab? Today, the aura is declining, no spiritual grains can be planted in the ground, no spiritual springs can be produced in the water, and there are monsters everywhere. If it weren't for my purple Yun Zong protects, the people are living a difficult life, and we should occupy a little spiritual energy resources."

All the common people nearby were within the protection range of Ziyunzong, and they all nodded in agreement after hearing Yingluo's words.

Only then did Yingluo continue walking, Wei Qing thought, no wonder Qingyao and the others always act coquettishly, since Ziyunzong is the father-in-law of the people here, the mountain god Mazu, she deserves to put on airs.

At this time, Ying Luo pointed to the red palace wall in Yunli: "We're going to pass the fourth hall."

The fourth hall of middle school is no longer on the top of the snow mountain, in short, it has escaped from the gravity of the earth.

On the extremely huge and spacious platform, four giant palaces, Kunlun Hall, Penglai Hall, Fangzhu Hall, and Buzhou Hall, are scattered in the four corners.

Because here are all higher-level monks, unlike the lower four halls where they have to work part-time as handymen. At this time, the door is closed to thank guests, and Wei Qing can't see the inside.

After walking for a long time, they passed through these halls with high walls and golden tiles, and stepped into a gate of void.

Immediately there were exclamations from all around, Wei Qing sat straddling Ying Luo's back, feeling his body tremble, Ying Luo had landed on a floating cloud.

There is no movement of the floating clouds under my feet, but there is a sudden change in front of my eyes. For some reason, the upper four halls are all empty, only the black characters of Haozong Hall, Puxuan Hall, Fatong Hall, and Xiaoyao Hall flash past.

I don't know if this is a small wormhole, but soon, Wei Qing jumped into a flat ground with Ying Luo, and he let out a long breath.

This flat ground is different from the Fourth Hall of the Middle School.

There are endless green grass and flowers here, and the climate is warm. At the end of the front, you can see the purple air transpiring and lingering, and there are white cranes and turtles looming inside, making fairy sounds from time to time.

"The blessed land of the suzerain has arrived." A disciple said loudly.

With a whimper, all the people around knelt down, and some even wept and kowtowed, shouting in unison: "Immortal Venerable."

Yingluo's seniors and sisters giggled and said, "The Taoist body of the Immortal is not here, and we have to go to Ziyun Palace ahead."

Ziyun Palace is hundreds of miles in size, vast and boundless, and they walked for a long time to get to Zhongzheng Hall, which is the most majestic hall, accommodating more than a thousand people without feeling crowded.

The hall is even more indescribably resplendent, and at the top of the stairs directly in front, a purple-gold seat hangs in the air, surrounded by purple clouds, creating an auspicious atmosphere.

On the two sides of the purple-gold chair, slightly lower, there are two large platforms on which twelve black-gold unicorn chairs are arranged.

The masters of the Twelve Halls, nine men and three women, were sitting on the chairs. They were all handsome and extraordinary, waiting for Mo Xuanfang's arrival.

Wei Qing followed Ying Luo and stood under His Highness. He saw Lu Fan in the crowd not far ahead.

At this time Lu Fan had already changed out of his blood-stained clothes, his hair had been washed and tied into a ponytail with a rope, his injured left eye was stretched with a black silk cloth, and he was wearing a light green student uniform from Shangzhi Hall. The main character looks like.

Wei Qing hid behind Ying Luo and gave Lu Fan a small expression of secretly watching.

He remembered that his father once said that a man is born to take care of things, to make the family live well, and not to shrink back when encountering difficulties.

So he has been protecting his sister since he was a child, but in the end he was beaten all over the floor, and he relied on his father's bodyguards to settle it...

Hey, the past is unbearable.

This time he made up his mind, he can't embarrass the old Wei's family, he really can't afford to offend him, 36 runs is the best plan.

He secretly raised a middle finger towards Lu Fan in front of him.

At this moment, a cold gaze passed over Wei Qing's face.

Before Wei Qing could react, the people around him knelt together again, shouting "Xianzun" one after another.

He raised his head abruptly, only to realize that an immortal was sitting on the Zijin chair at some point.

Surrounded by purple clouds, Mo Xuanfang wears a golden crown on his head and a white Taoist robe with a large auspicious cloud pattern. He is tall and straight, sitting on the clouds.

Wei Qing was dumbfounded, this is Ziyun Sect Master?That three-thousand-year-old friend?

I saw the face of the person sitting on the Zijin chair was like a crown jade, extremely handsome, everyone said that beauty is bewitching, but how could Mo Xuanfang say it was beautiful?

He is Xinghualangyue, overlooking the world.

"See Sect Master."

All the disciples of Ziyun bowed in salute.

"See Sect Master."

The Lord of the Twelve Halls also got down from his chair and lowered his proud head.

Ziyun Sect Master Mo Xuanfang, the world's number one Luo Jinxian, cultivated Mahayana at the age of [-], passed the tribulation and flying immortals at the age of [-], and fought against the invasion of evil spirits with the power of the heavens at the age of [-]. Fighting fiercely with the reincarnated demon dragon at the age of a hundred, and finally slaying the demon dragon in Wolongyuan, killing countless demon clans, and becoming the most supreme existence in the Three Realms today when the aura is withered.

Mo Xuanfang has made great achievements in battle in this life, and has benefited all living beings. Before the fall of the previous suzerain, he said that Ziyunzong can be humiliated, but Mo Xuanfang cannot be humiliated.

However, among the people kneeling and worshiping His Highness, there happened to be a little "girl". He stood upright in the crowd, neither bowing nor kneeling.He only opened a pair of dark eyes, staring blankly at Mo Xuanfang.

Mo Xuanfang also silently looked at Wei Qing with deep and indifferent eyes under his sword eyebrows.

Four eyes facing each other...

Wei Qing only felt that the thousands of hectares of mansions no longer existed, and the Dao, Heaven and Dharma realms were empty, leaving only Mo Xuanfang alone.