After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Mo Xuanfang's body trembled, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he saw that the person below opened his mouth slightly, his lips were bright red, he knew that the dust in the sea stirred up huge waves that would drown him.

At this moment, Wei Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were still drunk, and the spring water was rippling. He saw Mo Xuanfang's face close at hand, and he didn't know if it was in a dream or in a fantasy. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hook his neck, calling He said: "Xuanfang..."

Mo Xuanfang was sprayed on his face by his breath, and the sea of ​​consciousness was finally swallowed by waves, he closed his eyes, lowered his head and kissed him.

This kiss was so lingering and pathetic that the whole room was full of candlelight and red shadows, turning the fairy soul upside down.

Suddenly, a ray of soul from thousands of miles away traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers and awakened a gleam of clarity in the sea of ​​consciousness, while the person in his arms had already fallen asleep, with the corners of his mouth upturned and smiling contentedly.

Mo Xuanfang straightened up slowly, reluctantly put Wei Qing back on the bed, brushed a few stray hairs from his forehead, and covered him with a quilt.

Suppressing the frenzy in his heart, Mo Xuanfang extinguished the red candle in the air, and sat cross-legged beside Wei Qing, holding his breath and meditating.

When he saw his father-in-law and mother-in-law finally let out a long breath, they looked at each other and said with a smile: "It's done, it's done." Then he fell asleep peacefully.

He sighed in a low voice, closed his eyes quietly, discarded all distracting thoughts, and felt the gradual fluctuations of the Juexian Heaven Formation thousands of miles away.

Early the next morning, the father-in-law and the mother-in-law actually called the whole village and blocked the two of them in the house.

The mother-in-law took Wei Qing to dress him up again. Wei Qing put on makeup and green hairpins, making him even more fairy-like.

The mother-in-law took him by the hand and walked out of the house. The dozens of people were suddenly silent, and they were all stunned. Mo Xuanfang stared at him intently.

The mother-in-law stuffed Wei Qing's hand into Mo Xuanfang's, and said with a smile: "Don't be stupid, you will see it in the future, don't bring your new daughter-in-law to greet guests."

Mo Xuanfang was used to being provoked by her mother-in-law's words, so she was quite calm at this moment, she held Wei Qing's hand generously and said, "What mother-in-law said is true."

However, Wei Qing had never seen such a scene. Hearing him talk about a daughter-in-law, he felt ashamed to death, and he had to hold on to his face, but his expression was cold and unreasonable.

Secretly, he wanted to break free from Mo Xuanfang's hand, but was held tightly by Mo Xuanfang.

No matter what, he couldn't break free, so he could only bite the bullet and follow him, accepting congratulations one by one.

I just heard Mo Xuanfang say: "Thank you for your compliments, this lord... um... my wife is pregnant, so she is inevitably spoiled. Please don't take offense. I will thank you on behalf of my daughter-in-law. Everyone sit down, there will be plenty of food and wine."

After he finished speaking, he took out his banknotes and handed them to his mother-in-law, ordering to prepare more food and wine.

Wei Qing wanted to die, how could he be spoiled?It's obviously a living punishment.

Seeing that they had money for food and drinks, the villagers played the suona even more vigorously, and the sound of congratulations was endless.

This place is sparsely populated, and there are only a dozen families in the whole village.But the folk customs are simple, and every family is warm and hospitable, not sticking to small details.

The mother-in-law was happier than she was getting married, smiling from ear to ear, and put the eggs and sugar cakes from each family into the basket one by one.

The father-in-law lit a fire in the kitchen, and several aunts and aunts in the village helped cook.For a while, the smoke from the kitchen was curling up, the smell of rice was rising, and the laughter and joy on the wine table, everyone had a good time.

Mo Xuanfang and Wei Qing stayed together until the sun was high at noon, when everyone had enough to eat and drink, and slowly dispersed.

Wei Qing stayed with him for a long time, and he was so tired that he wished he could go back to the house and spread out on the bed. In the future, he should leave such large-scale social interactions to Master, as he was too bad at it.

However, Mo Xuanfang sent the last guest out of the door with great interest, as if he still hadn't finished.

Wei Qing licked Mo Xuanfang's arm, and said with a low laugh, "Master, I found that you like to join in the fun. Otherwise, you will be a matchmaker in your next life, welcoming and sending you off every day, and endless banquets."

Mo Xuanfang squinted at him and said: "If I become a matchmaker, and someone really asks me to protect the matchmaker, if I come to the house and see your bitter face, no marriage will be possible."

Wei Qing pursed his lips and said, "Who is at your house every day? Don't feel ashamed, and dare to despise my bitter face." But his heart was sweet for no reason, and his face couldn't hold back a smile.

Although the farm banquet was lively, the food was not very tasty, Wei Qing put down his chopsticks after two mouthfuls.

Mo Xuanfang also remained silent.

The wine and vegetables were cold, and the hens in the yard dozed off.

After the guests dispersed, the father-in-law handed over two heavy baskets to Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing saw that the basket was full of eggs and sugar cakes, and it was finally time to say goodbye.

The father-in-law patted Mo Xuanfang on the shoulder and said: "Good young man, remember what I said, a daughter-in-law will spend her whole life coaxing her, and the most important thing is that they are together. Our place is too remote, your daughter-in-law is delicate , don't let her run around alone in the future, ah."

The mother-in-law wiped away her tears with the armband and said: "You two make me worry, but I know that you are both good-hearted children, and the mother-in-law will not misjudge anyone. In the future, if you are free, come Look, don't come here too often if you don't have time, mother-in-law will be happy when the two of you go back to the city and live a good life."

Mo Xuanfang held Wei Qing's hand tightly.

Wei Qing's eyes were wet with tears.

Since coming to this world, Wei Qing has been cultivating in Purple Cloud Sect.Although the senior brothers and sisters also have deep feelings, senior brother Su Heng values ​​love and righteousness even more.

But immortal cultivators are usually very indifferent, even if Ying Luo is kind, he rarely shows his emotions.

Wei Qing followed the practice, naturally he wanted to cultivate a temperament with a lack of emotions and desires.

But unexpectedly, he and his father-in-law and mother-in-law in this mountain village have not been together for a total of one month, but he deeply understands that their feelings for him are comparable to the relationship between parents in the world.

He understands that this is because the feelings of mortals are too abundant.Therefore, it is easy to be injured, and it is even more difficult to endure life and death. This is why it is said that everyone in the world suffers.

But he followed Mo Xuanfang and other senior brothers and sisters to practice for ten years, and even got an adventure and now he has entered the Mahayana, but he still couldn't help but suffer the pain of parting.

It can be seen that all roots are the root of life, even if they are reborn from the ashes, even if they are completely reborn, if Xiuxian wants to shed this layer of skin, it is against the nature of life.

He couldn't help but glanced at Mo Xuanfang, the immortal face was indifferent, overlooking the world, who knew that his vanity was imprisoned in the dust whisk of the fantasy sky of bliss.

At this moment, Wei Qing finally understood that immortal cultivators can live forever and cannot die, so the Dragon Emperor's blood curse is the dead end.

In the world, he is the only one who has the blood of the golden dragon, and he is the only one who is the inheritance of the Dragon Emperor.

Does this mean that Wei Qing is the only one who breaks the game.

Just thinking about saying goodbye to his parents-in-law and mother-in-law, the two were forced to travel a long way in a bullock cart.

The father-in-law and mother-in-law were too enthusiastic, and asked someone to take them on the road, but the person refused to let them go halfway, and the two made several excuses on the way before throwing off the driver.

As night fell, he finally took off in a chariot and flew into the sky.

On the way, Wei Qing proposed to walk around the abandoned Heyang City, but Mo Xuanfang refused such a small request, and just urged Wei Qing to return to the sect.

"Master, why are you in a hurry, anyway, sooner or later you have to go back." Wei Qing turned around sullenly, squatting on the bow of the boat to count the stars.

After a while, Mo Xuanfang also came over, the white robe turned to one side, and squatted down in front of him: "Si Ying, why are you upset?"

Wei Qing hummed, and turned his head to the side: "Ask the question knowingly."

Mo Xuanfang smiled, but did not answer, took out the bamboo weave from the Qiankun bag, put it on his lips and said, "Play a song for the teacher to relieve your boredom, okay?"

"No... okay..." Wei Qing elongated his tone.

Mo Xuanfang put down the bamboo weave: "Why?"

"Blowing and blowing is the song Drunken Country Spring, I'm tired of listening to it." Wei Qing simply turned his back to him, grabbed a piece of sugar cake in the bamboo basket on the bow of the boat, put it in his mouth and took a bite, "All day long Treat me like a child, who are you fooling?"

"How can I fool you as a teacher, I just learned a new song today, so I will play it for you."

Wei Qing put down the sugar cake in his hand, turned around and said, "Today? How can you have time to learn new songs?"

"listen……"

Mo Xuanfang stood up, put the dark red bamboo weave across his lips to gather momentum.

He closed his eyes under the moon, his white clothes were misty, the bright full moon was behind him, the appearance of the exiled fairy was so cold and pure, Wei Qing couldn't blink his eyes.

I don't know what fairy song it is?Wei Qing had a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

I saw Mo Xuanfang's arm sank, and the music suddenly sounded.

It is still melodious like the sound of flute, but this song is passionate and lively, no matter it is very incompatible with Zhuzhi or Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing opened his mouth wide, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

this song...

This song was actually the suona song played by the villagers this morning when they got married——

"Big Peach Red" and "Little Peach Red" were all blown out by Mo Xuanfang with bamboo weaving.

Master, what are you doing.

Wei Qing couldn't help laughing out loud anymore, and collapsed on the bow of the boat, dying of laughter.

The song gradually became lower and finally stopped.

"Happy?"

Mo Xuanfang smiled faintly, put away the bamboo weaving, and sat on the bow of the boat.

"High... happy..."

Wei Qing couldn't breathe from laughing, got up, and lay down next to him, "Master, you are really promising. The majestic Ziyun Sect Master played "Big and Big Pink" for me just to make me happy. The laughing stock of the Three Realms."

"What are you afraid of? No one in the Three Realms dares to laugh as a teacher."

Mo Xuanfang looked ahead, and after passing the border of Yukun Mountain, it was Ziyunzong.

"Master, I know you are good to me." Wei Qing held the pillow in his hand, and the galaxy in front of him was vast, "But why don't you allow me to go to Heyang City? There will be no danger."

"Wait for the future... if there is a chance in the future, I will go again."

Wei Qing swiped and sat up: "I'll confess to you. I went to Heyang City to find a hometown of the Dragon Clan. That person is the Envoy of the Panlong, named An Zechuan. I heard from An Sheng that An Ze The underground palace of Chuan’s family is the gathering place of the Dragon Clan, I want to search there to see if there is a way to break the Dragon Emperor’s Blood Curse.”

"You actually did it to be a teacher." Mo Xuanfang took a deep look at him, "No need, the Absolute Immortal Formation has been opened, and before Venerable Shura is trapped, you must not leave Ziyunzong for half a step, I understand ?"

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Wei Qing sensed a hint of danger from Mo Xuanfang's solemn expression.

"You're not in the Purple Cloud Sect, how do you open the sky array?"

Suddenly, a spot of light in front exploded from the top of the mountains, spreading in a thin layer.

Wei Qing's expression changed in astonishment, and he got up to take a closer look, and the barrier of Ziyun Sect was already in front of him.

"Master, something happened to Ziyunzong, let's go back quickly."

Wei Qing knelt down and took Mo Xuanfang's hand, but found that his fingers were cold.

Mo Xuanfang stood still, looked calmly at the place where the light spots scattered, and asked, "Si Ying, are you afraid?"

"With Master here, I am not afraid."

At this time, the light spot has formed a circle of light, and the golden light surges in the center, and the rumble of war drums can be heard faintly, Wei Qing couldn't help shivering.

He saw this situation ten years ago.

Unexpectedly, the formation was really restarted. I don't know what will happen, Ziyunzong will be in turmoil again.

Mo Xuanfang raised his hand to caress Wei Qing's cheek, and hugged him into his arms: "Go back to Zeyunju. Remember, no matter what happens, my teacher will be by your side and protect you. I swear by your name, this will always be your home..."

"Master?"

Wei Qing only felt a heat on his forehead, his hands were empty, Mo Xuanfang had disappeared in front of him.

Only a light kiss on the forehead is sweet.