After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

A gust of evil wind blew from nowhere, blowing away the cloud flags above the head, and the clouds piled up to cast shadows.

"Master!" Wei Qing walked quickly to Mo Xuanfang's side, "Why... is there no one here? Isn't Yunqi Town your hometown?"

Mo Xuanfang glanced at him indifferently, and then his eyes fell back to the neat and simple row of houses on the other side of the river: "It's my hometown, so there must be people? There are no people here. They died 600 years ago. That war."

"Ah?" Wei Qing took a step back, looking left and right at the empty streets and alleys, "But Master, it looks very clean here, look, there is still cooking smoke on those roofs. No, why do I still look like someone lives there?" Like it."

Mo Xuanfang said: "That's because the magic circle set up for the master made Yunqi Town stay in the last day forever. But the souls in the town, the master let them go, maybe they can forget the past after reincarnation, No more strife."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the arch bridge and walked across the river.

At this time, the strong wind has stopped, and the clouds in the sky have returned to their positions like battle flags.

Wei Qing closely followed the master, the gurgling water under the bridge seemed to be accompanied by the laughter of the woman washing clothes by the river, the gates of the opposite courtyard were wide open, and children playing and making noise could be faintly heard.

The two got off the arch bridge, and Mo Xuanfang went straight into a house.

Pushing open the black lacquered gate is a small courtyard. There is only a wooden table and a few wooden chairs in the courtyard. On the table are tea sets made in an earthen kiln. Next to the wooden chairs are two large water tanks. A live fish is swimming vigorously.

Mo Xuanfang untied his cloak and put it on the chair, and sat down in front of the wooden table.

The immortal tapped the teapot lightly with his finger, and the hot water in the teapot gurgled and boiled, and the tea fragrance immediately spread out.

Mo Xuanfang lifted two teacups and poured a cup for himself and Wei Qing.

"Master, is this your former home?" Wei Qing picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking around curiously.

The courtyard is so small, compared with the Ziyun Palace, there are naturally one sky and one underground.But the victory lies in the simplicity and nature. Wei Qing knows that this is nourished by Mo Xuanfang's 600-year-old immortal method, and Yunqi Town has also given birth to a little spirituality.

Mo Xuanfang took a sip of tea slowly, shook his head and said, "I have practiced as a teacher for 3000 years, and my family already has no descendants. This is just an ordinary family in the town."

"Hey..." Wei Qing put down his teacup, leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at the sky: "It's a pity that such a good place, if there are still people, I would like to move here, so that I can enjoy the joys of the world, and it is also a paradise. How nice it is to be disturbed by people."

Mo Xuanfang looked at him for a while: "You really think so?"

"That's right, I don't have any pursuits. I just want to be with Master and lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade. Wherever there is Master, that's my home."

"Unexpectedly, Si Ying still hasn't changed his original intention in the past ten years." Mo Xuanfang put down his teacup, straightened his sleeves and said, "Do you know what happened in Yunqi Town that year?"

Wei Qingdao: "I don't need you to tell me. Back then, all your soldiers fought in chaos. Although this place is the border between the human world and the demon world, it is located in a remote place, but it was also affected by the war.

I don't know which powerful person passed by here, fought with the enemy, and finally resorted to a big move, the town was wiped out, master, am I right? "

Mo Xuanfang nodded slightly: "Then do you know who that mighty man is?"

Feeling uneasy, Wei Qing raised his teacup to his lips and said, "How do I know? I don't know how to tell fortunes like you."

"He is the emperor of the Dragon Clan. When he met the gods and killed the gods, and the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, he vowed to kill all those who opposed him in the Three Realms, become the number one demon king in the world, and dominate the Three Realms.

Back then, there was a family in this small town whose sons worshiped under my Ziyun Sect and were returning home to visit relatives. On the way, they encountered Dragon Lord’s subordinates killing innocent people indiscriminately, so they taught that dragon clan a lesson.

Unexpectedly, unfortunately, Lord Long also led his army to pass by here, smashed the stone bridge in the town with one palm, and diverted the river water to pour back. More than [-] people in the town, together with my disciple Ziyun, drowned in the monstrous flood. "

"Ahem..." Wei Qing took a sip of tea, and the teacup fell to the ground with a clang. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but Mo Xuanfang helped him up.

"If you look like this, the wound will hurt again later." Mo Xuanfang helped him sit up, and habitually held his wrist to pour spiritual energy into it.

Wei Qing took the opportunity to fall into his arms and said: "Master, I understand that good and evil are not absolute, no matter the dragon clan or the fairy world. If you bully others today, they will bully you in the future. We have learned the skills to protect the common people. , let all races live in peace and prosperity, right?"

Mo Xuanfang's hand was hot, spiritual power suddenly poured in chaotically, and immediately turned back to a trickle and was controlled by him. He let go of Wei Qing and said, "Si Ying, you have a very high level of understanding. If you are willing to work hard on your cultivation, You will definitely achieve something in the future, so you can rest assured as a teacher."

Wei Qing rubbed against Mo Xuanfang's arms: "Master, let's stop talking about this, I'm hungry."

Mo Xuanfang said: "Since you're hungry, take out the jade tripod from your Qiankun bag and eat something."

"I'm tired of eating those." Wei Qing straightened up, looked up at the early morning, "Master, is there a small forest outside this town? Let's find a place to hunt, cook a big meal by ourselves, and enjoy this floating life I have half a day to spare, so I'd better get another jug ​​of fine wine and drink it to my heart's content."

Mo Xuanfang pondered for a moment: "Aren't you afraid that the wound will hurt again?"

"It hurts as long as it hurts, you get used to the pain, lying down every day waiting to die, what's the fun in life? Master, come on."

"Okay, Yunmo Mountain outside the town, as a teacher, I will accompany you for a while, and enjoy the fun of this world."

The sky was high with clouds and flags fluttering, and the sun was shining brightly. Mo Xuanfang casually summoned a white horse, and the two rode each, chasing the mountain birds and hares.

In the green grasslands, beside the forest streams, there are two figures, one blue and one red, left everywhere.

From then on, legends of immortals began to spread around Yunmo Mountain.

According to the legend, there is a pair of Bi people on the gods and horses, waving the clouds and flags flying, covering all things in prostration, the heroic appearance blooms in the mountains and fields, and the fairy appearance is unparalleled in the world.

But no one expected that that night, Mo Xuanfang, the high-ranking immortal and majestic Ziyun Sect Master, would personally cook and cook rabbit stew for his apprentice.

He refused to use the Taoist method, but went to gather firewood and came back to light the fire, saying that he wanted to live a normal life with Wei Qing in a serious way.

"Master, the rabbit stewed like this is tasteless, it needs to be seasoned with oil and salt to make it delicious." Wei Qing leaned against the door with a piece of grass in his mouth.

Mo Xuanfang was in a hurry to start a fire, and he raised his wrist casually, and there were a bunch of seasoning jars, oil, salt and sauces on the kitchen stove, and he probably searched hundreds of things.

Wei Qing opened the jars and looked at them one by one: "Master, you can't do this. You got so much, and you don't know what it is. Is it sweet or salty? When the time comes, you will mess up and destroy my rabbit meat. Is it easy for someone to beat a rabbit?"

"Then what do you say?" Mo Xuanfang stopped, and Da Luo Jinxian was also helpless at this time.

Wei Qing smirked, dipped his fingers in some sauce, and handed it to Mo Xuanfang's mouth: "Then please trouble Master, try every jar."

Mo Xuanfang hesitated for a moment, then stuck out the tip of his tongue, about to lick Wei Qing's fingers.

Wei Qing pulled away suddenly, and wiped the sauce on Mo Xuanfang's nose: "Haha, Master, you have been fooled."

After speaking, he drove little Ah Zi and flew out the door.

"You...you traitor." Mo Xuanfang chased out the door, raised his hand and sacrificed his spiritual power, grabbing Wei Qing from mid-air abruptly.

"The traitor...you..."

He stared at Wei Qing, not knowing where to start for a while, and finally reached into the jar and pointed it out, and wiped it on Wei Qing's face as before.

"Okay, you dare to spoil my face." Wei Qing broke free, took a finger of sauce and wiped it all over Mo Xuanfang's face.

"It's against you..."

"So what about you, Master Painted Cat, if you have the ability to bite me..."

Half an hour later, a fire broke out in the unattended pot, and the rabbit meat was all burnt, burning the broken bottles and jars, emitting the aroma of the sauce.

"Damn, all the rabbit meat is gone, it's all your fault." Wei Qing punched Mo Xuanfang in the chest.

Mo Xuanfang clenched his spiritual power in his chest, unable to beat or scold the person in front of him, he couldn't help but let out his spiritual power, and walked away.

Soon, he turned around again and pulled Wei Qing out of the smoky kitchen.

"Seeing that you are still naughty in the future." Mo Xuanfang cleaned the two of them up with Taoism, endured for a while and said, "The rabbit meat is gone, it's all your fault."

One sentence made Wei Qing burst out laughing.

In the yard, the full moon hung high, Wei Qing made a reclining chair and leaned on it, with one hand resting on his ear, and the other holding a pot of Nurhong.

While the master was simmering at the table to eat the food in the warm jade cauldron, he had secretly drunk half of the pot.

After Mo Xuanfang set up the bowls and chopsticks, Wei Qing bewilderedly clamored for the master to feed him, but if he didn't feed him, he wouldn't eat.

Mo Xuanfang sighed, brought the chestnut cake with the chopsticks to his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Wei Qing climbed up to his shoulder along the chopsticks, bit a piece of sweet chestnut cake in his mouth, and moved close to his mouth, it was soft and sweet, and stuck to his lips.

This kiss caused thunder and fire, and the mountains and rivers were disillusioned.

Mo Xuanfang groaned, opened his eyes suddenly, the full moon outside the window had already gone west, and the east was brightly lit.

Wei Siying actually fell into his dream.

A line of clear tears slid down the face of the Immortal Venerable from the corner of his eyes, bringing out a trace of redness.