After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

"Xiaowei, why are you still standing there? Kneel down quickly."

Hearing Ying Luo's low voice, Wei Qing came back to his senses, hurriedly shouted "Xianzun" indiscriminately with the people around him, and wanted to kneel down at the same time.

At this moment, a strong force came, lifted his whole body off the ground, and flew upwards, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown in front of Mo Xuan.

Wei Qing was immediately surrounded by an infinite coercion. In front of this force, he was as insignificant as an ant. The other party could crush him to pieces in a breath. They all changed their tune in fright: "Hello Immortal, good Immortal."

There was a mess of exclamations below: "Whose family's doll has collided with the immortal."

In a panic, Wei Qing found that he was hugging Mo Xuanfang's thigh tightly due to excessive tension, half of his body was pressed on his leg, and he wanted to let go, but the Zhongzheng Hall was under his feet seven or eight meters away from the ground. The child was afraid of heights, so scared he retracted his fox fur cloak and resigned himself to fate.

"Are you okay?" An extremely cold and moist voice came from above the head, and the coercion around him also dissipated.

A big hand gently picked up Wei Qing's cloak and hat, and placed him firmly on Ziyun in front of the seat.

"I..." Wei Qing raised his head, and met Mo Xuanfang's cold, clear eyes. Seeing that there was no malice in his eyes, Wei Qing stretched his foot into the solid part of Ziyun, and finally regained his composure.

"I'm fine..." He didn't dare to speak more for fear of showing off.

Mo Xuanfang asked again: "How old is it?"

"Eight years old this year."

Mo Xuanfang nodded: "You are from the Wei family in Shi'an County. I have some friendship with your great-grandfather. After all, the Wei family is a big family in the county. How come your generation has no spiritual power at all?"

Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was prepared. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I don't know... bad guys came to the house last night, my father and mother, they are all dead, only my brother is left." He said After pointing at Lu Fan with his little finger, he blinked his eyes and finally squeezed the tears out.

"Oh?" Mo Xuanfang glanced at Lu Fan lightly, "How old is your brother this year?"

"sixteen……"

Wei Qing couldn't help wondering why my friend Xuanfang didn't care about the disasters that happened to the Wei family, why he kept asking about their ages.

At this moment, one of the Twelve Palace Masters stood up uncontrollably. He wore a bun and was wearing a gray Taoist robe with flowing cloud patterns. He was a handsome middle-aged man.

He nodded slightly and said, "Sect Master, the Fengming Token is no small matter. Not to mention that you can only use it three times in your life, even if you have served as the suzerain, it was only used at the critical moment of the sect. Why are you here?"

Wei Qing vaguely remembered that there was a number one character dressed like this in the book, named Ying Lianzi.

This Ying Lianzi has the highest seniority in the sect, and even Mo Xuanfang has to be honored as a master uncle.

It is said that he was instructed by the patriarch to break through the bottleneck period of Mahayana in a lotus flower, and after crossing the catastrophe, he became an earth immortal, so he was named Yinglianzi.

He was obviously dissatisfied with Feng Mingling's matter, relying on his seniority, not only did he speak in a difficult tone, but his expression was also slightly arrogant compared to others.

Due to the proximity, Wei Qing also got to know the twelve palace masters in the book by the way.

The tall man is Meng Xuanzhen, the master of the Haozong Hall of the Upper Fourth Hall. He is Mo Xuanfang's fellow apprentice, and he is loyal to the suzerain. He said here: "Uncle Ying, what you said is wrong. There is a reason for the suzerain to issue orders, so why does the suzerain have to ask the uncle first before doing anything?"

"Meng Xuanzhen, don't say such innocuous things, I'm also doing it for Zongli's good."

As Ying Lianzi was speaking, he suddenly noticed Mo Xuanfang's eyes sweeping towards him. After hesitating for a while, he could only grunt, but finally dared not open his mouth again.

Only then did Mo Xuanfang say: "Master Uncle, don't be impatient. Didn't you always want an apprentice? Then today is just right. Look at the people below. Uncle Master, which one do you like? It's up to you to choose. "

After he finished speaking, he turned to the other hall masters without waiting for Lianzi's answer, "You also choose one each. There is only one condition for this deity, which is sixteen years old."

As soon as he spoke, all the people of His Highness wept with joy, this is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

But the master of the twelve halls looked at each other in blank dismay, daring to be angry but not speaking.

Ying Lianzi exploded again: "Sovereign, are you crazy? Fengming ordered, just get a bunch of mobs, and now you have to pick a real disciple from among these people, and you have to be sixteen years old. Who is looking for a disciple?" Cultivated since childhood? 16 years old, hehe, the foundation has long been ruined, and there is a fart for it.”

Even Meng Xuanzhen, who spoke for Mo Xuanfang before, was dumbfounded at this moment. The brothers and sisters have been in the same school for thousands of years, and they have never seen him act like this.

Mo Xuanfang glanced over the Twelve Palace Masters one by one, and said slowly: "Are you not agreeing?"

"I... I didn't say that." Ying Lianzi was the first to be cowardly, and sat down angrily.

The rest of the hall masters also look at me and I look at you.

They knew very well that the suzerain kept his word, so it was natural to complain at ordinary times, but when it was serious, no one wanted to touch this mold.At the moment, no one dared to raise any objections, and everyone answered "yes" in unison.

Wei Qing was terrified when he saw it, his heartbeat reached his throat.

It seems that I have been resurrected from the dead, and the plot in the book has begun to change magically.However, I have never heard of a mandatory age limit for recruiting apprentices in any book. What does Mo Xuanfang mean?

At this time, the crowd below were divided into two camps based on age. The vast majority were over 16 years old. Their faces were filled with happy lottery-winning smiles. Lu Fan also stood among them, bowing his head, not knowing Thinking about something.

On the other side stood teenagers and children under the age of 16, less than a hundred in total.

Wei Qing secretly looked at Mo Xuanfang, and saw that his expression was always indifferent.But his gaze has been following the hall masters in the crowd.

Wei Qing was faintly worried.

The book said that Mo Xuanfang chased and killed Lu Fan all the way. Now that I think about it, isn't it because of the heir of the dragon's blood?

But Feng Mingling only searched within ten miles around Wei's house, it is very likely that after his resurrection, the existence of the golden dragon's blood was exposed.

The more Wei Qing thought about it, the more he was sweating coldly, couldn't help but scratched himself hard, clenched his little fist, and for a moment forgot that his little hand was still on Mo Xuanfang's thigh.Suddenly, a cold breath spread around.

Wei Qing shuddered, bit the bullet and raised his head, only to see Mo Xuanfang's eyes drooping, and the coldness disappeared in an instant.

Something was wrong, something must be wrong with him.

Mo Xuanfang said indifferently, "Why, you also want to be a teacher?"

"That..." Wei Qing wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

Mo Xuanfang smiled slightly and said: "For your great-grandfather's affection, age doesn't matter, you can worship a palace master."

"Uh..." Wei Qing replied vaguely, with a thousand turns in his heart.

The person in front of him is the biggest boss in the whole book. If he stays in Purple Cloud Sect with his own status, if he makes a mistake, he will be smashed to pieces. But if he is not in Purple Cloud Sect, where can he go?

While hesitating, a familiar voice suddenly came from below: "Master! Please be respected by disciples!"

Wei Qing turned his head and saw that it turned out that Lu Fan was the first to find Master. Everyone's attention turned to him, and Mo Xuanfang's eyes were also attracted.

Ying Lianzi's face was ecstatic, and she kept calling: "Good disciple, good disciple."

Among the congratulations from the full house, only Wei Qing gritted his teeth.

After all, it's the protagonist's treatment. Even if Lu Fan is blind in one eye, his bones will still glow everywhere.Now that he has to accept Lianzi as his master, he is even more powerful, and he is in danger.

Sure enough, Lu Fan looked up at Wei Qing, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed, and he bowed respectfully to Lianzi: "Master, I have something to ask."

"My good boy, just say something if you have something to say, you don't need to be too polite."

Lu Fan pointed to Wei Qing and said: "The disciple has no father or mother, only a young sister who follows me. Now that I am worshiped under Master's sect, it is naturally a great honor, but my sister is helpless." .Therefore, I beg Master to be gracious and virtuous to take her in as well.”

Wei Qing let out a low "Bah", suddenly a questioning look was cast on his head, and in his panic, he didn't know where his courage came from.

Rather than being skinned by Lu Fan's cramps, it's better to gamble with Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing clenched his fists and bowed to the ground: "Immortal Venerable, I am willing to worship under the Ziyun Sect. But I have a wish since I was a child. If I want to be a teacher, I will worship the most powerful, noble and respected person in the world as my teacher. That is you Xianzun.

Although Xiaowei is young and has not yet reached the age of sixteen, I can endure hardships and guarantee that I will not frown when I practice. I can also serve tea and pour water, make beds and fold quilts. You take me in, okay? "

The little girl was so bold, the Zhongzheng hall was completely silent, and everyone looked at Mo Xuanfang.

Ying Lianzi said coldly: "Fan'er, you girl is very angry, you don't even pay attention to my Fatong Palace."

Lu Fan didn't expect Wei Qing to do this suddenly, but this is Ziyun Sect, and the Sect Master was still sitting on the stage. He had no choice but to bow and apologize to Ying Lianzi.

"Xianzun..." Wei Qing decided to go all out, "When my mother was alive, she always said that Xianzun and Ziyunzong are the parents who protect us. Now that my mother is gone, I only have Xianzun."

He speaks with a childlike voice, but he can't hide his heroic spirit.All His Highnesses could not help but sympathize with him.

Meng Xuanzhen said: "Uncle Ying, how can you argue with a girl? The suzerain will decide whether to accept her or not."

Wei Qing crouched in the clouds, not daring to breathe, his life and death hanging by a thin line.

It was a short moment but as long as a century, finally, Mo Xuanfang said: "Do you really want to worship under the deity's sect, and not stay with your elder brother?"

"Yes……"

"Forget it..." Mo Xuanfang said, "You are not talented enough, but fortunately you have some ambition. This deity will allow you to stay in Shangzhi Palace and make a decision after you are 16 years old."

"Thank you Xianzun."

Wei Qing was limp in the purple clouds like cotton candy, tears and sweat mixed together.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Fan's gloomy and cold eyes, full of resentment, wishing he could fly up and kill him immediately, Wei Qing hurriedly got up and snuggled up to Mo Xuanfang's legs.

Lu Fan obviously gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Wei Qing saw Ying Luo watching him with concern in the crowd again, and a warm current surged into his heart.

The hall below became lively again, and the eyes of all the hall masters lit up when they saw Lu Fan, and their actions were much more active than before.

But they don't have the luck of Ying Lianzi. After all, there is only one protagonist, and there is no disciple like Lu Fan among the rest.

The hall masters complained one after another, not to mention that they couldn't choose the same ones, even Lu Fan didn't have one out of ten.

After a while, Mo Xuanfang waved his hand and said, "Where is the Lord Shangzhi?"

A graceful figure on the black and gold unicorn chair stood up: "Luo Baihua sees the suzerain." She was wearing moon-white clothes, with jingle bells on her head, she couldn't tell her age, only she was unparalleled in beauty.

"Xiao Wei will leave it to you."

Mo Xuanfang hooked his fingers lightly, and a purple cloud floated out in front of the seat. He motioned Wei Qing to sit on it, and the purple cloud fluttered and landed in front of Luo Baihua, the Lord of Shangzhi Palace.

Wei Qing hurriedly saluted Luo Baihua obediently, and Luo Baihua smiled and helped him up.

Mo Xuanfang stood up on the purple-gold chair, and said loudly: "Today's work is over, the disciples of the Lower Fourth Palace are responsible for sending the people home, and everyone else has dispersed."

All the people showed disappointment, and they spent a long time running with the Lu Fan brothers and sisters.

The masters of the Twelve Halls couldn't hide their shock. Master Ziyun's Fengming Order, which can only be passed on three times in his life, ended like a joke.

When Wei Qing looked at the Zijin Chair again, Mo Xuanfang had disappeared amidst the Ziyun mass.

As the people slowly dispersed, Wei Qing took Luo Baihua's dress and followed her out of the hall.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the main hall, Ying Lianzi walked over with Lu Fan and said, "Master Luo, since the suzerain handed over Xiaowei to you, I don't think you want to see their flesh and blood separated, why don't you give it to me in the Fatong Hall, so that you can take care of me?" All their brothers and sisters are reunited."

"I'm not going to Fatong Hall." Wei Qing hid behind Luo Baihua.

"My sister, why don't you listen to my brother? Come with me." Lu Fan stretched out his hand to hold Wei Qing's.

Luo Baihua stood between the two just right, and saluted Ying Lianzi, "Uncle, Baihua was entrusted by the suzerain, and I dare not make up my own mind about Xiaowei's affairs, please forgive me, uncle."

"Don't do this with me." Ying Lianzi snorted coldly, "Your mere Shangzhi Palace is also worthy of challenging me. I want to take her away. What can you do to me?"

Before the words finished, Wei Qing felt a strong force pulling him to kneel down.

Before he could react, Luo Baihua beside him kowtowed his head three times and said, "Please calm down my uncle. Baihua dare not disobey what the suzerain ordered, so please let my uncle let her go."

Wei Qing was lying on the ground, feeling agitated, thinking that Luo Baihua was one of the Twelve Palace Masters after all, but it would not be shameful to kowtow to another Palace Master in public to make amends, it is really too cowardly, Mo Xuanfang handed himself over to her just like that, and he didn't know if it was reliable or not.

Ying Lianzi cast a contemptuous glance at Luo Baihua on the ground, and saw several palace masters walking towards them. She didn't want to make things worse, so she said, "Press me with the suzerain, and you will look after me in the future. Fan'er, we Let's go." After saying that, he walked away.

After Ying Lianzi and Lu Fan had gone far away, Luo Baihua stood up with Wei Qing, summoned Ying Luo to her side to explain, and left alone with a blank expression.

Ying Luo put Wei Qing on his back in a complicated mood and said: "Our hall master is good at everything, but he is weak-tempered, but don't be afraid, Xiao Wei, the brothers and sisters in Shangzhi Hall are very easy to get along with, and they will treat you well."

Wei Qing didn't speak, and lay on Ying Luo's back in a daze, like a puppet, and the two quickly followed the flow of people back from the original road.

The sun was still shining brightly in Ziyun Palace, green grass and flowers were fragrant, and the previous calm was restored.

There is a side hall on the side of the rockery in the back hall, which is where Mo Xuanfang usually practiced. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on a futon, his breath was completely chaotic, and the purple aura in his eyes was fading, and gradually revealed a red aura.

He held on to the last Qingming, and flicked his long sleeves, a boy in red rolled out of his sleeves and fell to the ground.

It was Wei Qing's real body.

And Wei Qing pretended to be on Ying Luo's back and went down the mountain.