After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

At noon, between the sun and the snow, the quaint black wooden building of Zhangyi Hall looks majestic and solemn.

The main hall on the way to Shushitang is usually full of people, but it is empty at this time.

Wei Qing lay on Ying Luo's back, and his physical discomfort became more serious.But he didn't have time to take care of it, he kept counting the remaining hours of Mo Xuanfang in his mind.

For the first time in his life, he experienced how precious time is.

Yingluo walked along some secluded paths behind his back, passed the corner door, and both of them heard a voice from the other side of the wall at the same time.

Yingluo leaned close to the wall alertly, hearing the voices from the other end were not the disciples of the lower fourth hall of Zhangyi Hall, but the upper fourth hall of Puxuan Hall, which meant that they had taken over the Zhangyi Hall.

Something happened to Zongli.

Wei Qing subconsciously reached into his pocket and touched the ancient jade hairpin. The only valuable thing on his body was that thing. Maybe it could save his life at a critical moment.But when he found that his pockets were empty, he remembered that Ying Lianzi had also taken the hairpin.

Why did he specifically ask about Yingluo's ancient jade hairpin?

Wei Qing couldn't understand it, and there was no explanation in the book. He scolded the master and the apprentice ten thousand times in his heart, but he couldn't understand the hatred.

Following Yingluo, he passed through several pavilions made of black wood, and saw from a distance a three-story black wood building standing in the high wall of gray bricks and blue tiles.

Four big characters are engraved in gold lacquer on the attic: "Shu Shi Tang Ji".

Ying Luo placed Wei Qing behind a rockery, and handed him a sound transmission talisman and a dark token.

She touched Wei Qing's head: "Xiao Wei, if you waited for a long time and my sister didn't come out, and didn't use the sound transmission charm to contact you, then you don't come out either, okay? Wait here alone until night, and then take The token goes down the mountain quietly, and after going down the mountain, don't come back."

Hearing her expression as if explaining the funeral, Wei Qing lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable.

Obviously protecting women and children is a man's business, but whoever makes himself trapped in this body has no other way to think about it, but can only say: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wei Qing made up his mind, if Ying Luo didn't come out for a while, he would go to find Palace Master Meng alone, anyway, his life was saved by Mo Xuanfang, at worst, he would return it to him.

Looking ahead again, Yingluo only has a back figure left. She is wearing the same light green dress as when she first met her, combed with flying clouds, her long hair tied back in a bunch, and her slender waist is slender. She can be seen clearly in the sun and looks Extra thin.

With a "squeak", the courtyard door of the Shushi Hall opened, Ying Luo walked in quickly, and Wei Qing quickly retreated behind the rockery.

There was another burst of pain in his body, Wei Qing changed his sitting position, held his breath and listened quietly, there was no movement outside, but after waiting for a long time Yingluo didn't come out, it should be the start of internal strife.

But Dianzhu Meng should not be inside. After all, he is a late Sanxian cultivation base, so it is impossible to be trapped quietly.

Wei Qing calculated again, at least half an hour had passed since he came out of the whisk, he had to find a way to go to Haozong Hall quickly, otherwise it would be too late.

Just at this moment, the door of the Book History Hall opened, and a few people came out from inside.

Only a young man's voice said: "Search around and see if the Shangzhi Palace has brought anyone."

They said that Shangzhi Temple is Yingluo.Wei Qing hid behind the rockery and didn't dare to breathe.

Suddenly there was a swishing sound of magic weapons, and something flew over and stabbed him a few times in disorder, before falling to the ground.

Even though Wei Qing had a golden body to protect his body, he was not afraid of being injured, but the pain in his body became more severe at this time, so he gritted his teeth and held back his silence.

The magic weapon rang again for a while, maybe the other party stopped when he saw that there was no movement, Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thing just now and saw that it was a sharp weapon like a dart, he carefully put it in his pocket.

At this time, more than a dozen people flew over from the sky, all of them wore Taoist buns and black disciple uniforms, with the word "Shangdian" printed on the back, which was the symbol of the Fourth Upper Hall.

The young man before immediately shouted: "The Hall of Zhangyi has been taken over by my Puxuan Hall, why are you from the Fatong Hall here to join in the fun?"

Wei Qing thought to himself that this is going to be exciting, and the master of Fatong Palace is Ying Lianzi, it's better to have a fight, maybe they can find a chance to rescue Yingluo.

The new headed man over there replied: "I am here to assist you in management by the order of the two hall masters of Puxuan Hall and Fatong Hall."

Puxuan Hall disciple said: "Is there a decree?"

It should be Fatong Hall who came up with the decree, Puxuan Hall disciples could only say coldly: "Then please come in."

Wei Qing seized the opportunity and jumped out from behind the rockery, attracting the disciples in black to notice him quickly.

"Where did the girl come from?" Someone asked.

Wei Qing was dressed in red, with crooked smiling eyes, and the emerald jade tassels on his head swaggered with his smile: "Hello, my brothers, my name is Xiaowei, and my elder brother Lu Fan asked me to come here."

When meeting the suzerain that day, Wei Qing also caught the eye in this red dress, so that the whole sect knew that Lu Fan had a little sister. Now that he mentioned it like this, everyone in Fatong Hall remembered it. Seeing that Wei Qing was so cute, someone Jokingly said: "So it's little aunt, what did little uncle ask you to do?"

Wei Qing thought to himself, it seems that this Lu Fan's status in Fatong Palace is not so high, his master is a master uncle, so he naturally became a junior master uncle.

So brother Lu Fan has to admit it.

Thinking of this, Wei Qing suddenly turned his hands away, pretending to be old-fashioned and said: "In response to what the master of the Lotus Seed Palace said, what kind of shit are those idiots in the Puxuan Palace doing? Fan Er, go and watch for me."

He imitated Lianzi so vividly that several young disciples in Fatong Hall couldn't hold back their laughter.

Puxuan Palace disciples who were ridiculed all had pale faces.

Huo Quanzhen, the deacon of Fatong Hall, saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly restrained his juniors: "How old is Xiaowei? You should take it seriously when you say a little girl."

Wei Qing pouted and lowered his head, took the sound transmission talisman Ying Luo gave him and twisted it in his hand, and said aggrievedly: "This is what my elder brother said, not me."

Brother Li Yu, the deacon of Puxuan Palace, glanced at Wei Qing's sound transmission talisman, and snorted through his nose: "I still said it's not true, and even prepared the sound transmission talisman. Brother Huo means that we are not as good as your little one." Uncle Shi’s sister, is it really nonsense? So it’s obvious that the two palaces are cooperating, but Palace Master Ying doesn’t like our Puxuan Palace, so he specially sent you to watch, right?”

"Be more polite." Huo Quanzhen said, "We didn't mean that."

Li Yu: "That's not what I mean, you guys are here too."

"So what if you come? Maybe you want to take the credit for it?"

"The credit belongs to my Puxuan Hall. What are you doing to your Fatong Hall? Let me tell you, I have already got the order, so you can stay where you are cool."

Huo Quanzhen's face was distorted with anger: "Okay, how dare you swallow the order privately, brothers and sisters, give it to me."

All of a sudden, magic weapons flashed all over the sky, and there were many figures, and the two sides finally couldn't hold back and started fighting.

Wei Qing sneered, slipped by the wall and groped into the yard.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the courtyard, Wei Qing bumped into some disciples of Puxuan Palace head-on, and they came out to check when they heard the movement.

Wei Qing jumped on his feet and said: "It's not good, the people from Fatong Palace came to grab the order and called the door."

As soon as he fanned the flames, 60 to [-] people flew out of the courtyard. The disciples of the upper fourth hall had high cultivation levels, but there were few people. Eight out of ten out of ten.

Wei Qing took the opportunity to run in, and saw that there were dark heads in the courtyard, probably in the attic as well, all of them were disciples of the Hall of Palmers tied underground.

Yingluo was the last to come in and was tied near the door.

Wei Qing made a "shh" gesture at Ying Luo. He was short and disappeared as soon as he jumped into the crowd.

Looking at the only two Puxuan Hall disciples guarding here, when they were looking away, Wei Qing hurriedly took out the darts he picked up from the rockery just now, and helped Ying Luo cut the rope.

Yingluo broke free quickly. She had some cultivation, so she quickly untied other people, and those who were untied continued to untie. After a while, all the people near the door were freed.

No matter how low the cultivation base of the lower fourth hall is, one of a dozen or so beatings can still be beaten.As more and more people got out of trouble, the two disciples of Puxuan Palace were quickly solved.

Seeing that there was already a fight outside, the disciples of the Hall of Masters couldn't find the Hall Master, so they all flew out to ask the other Hall Masters for help.

At this time, the battle outside the gate also escalated. Seeing that there were few people in Fatong Hall, they couldn't fight, so Transsion called a large number of helpers, including Lu Fan who also heard Transsion coming.

Before Lu Fan went to perform other tasks, he was delayed for a while, and when he rushed to Shangzhi Hall to find Wei Qing, Wei Qing had already disappeared.

He was stomping his feet angrily, but he didn't expect that Wei Qing, who heard from the senior brother of Transsion, called the two halls to fight in his name, and he flew to the hall of Zhangyi without saying a word.

That's right, that's what that little devil can do.

Outside the book history hall, there are magic weapons covering the sky and energy fluctuations of fighting everywhere, and there are several injured brothers lying in the snow. Lu Fan turned a blind eye to them all, and only concentrated on looking for the little red shadow.

Soon, under the gray wall, the little devil was already wearing a half gray robe he picked up from nowhere, and was limping for his life with two short legs.

With a sinister smile on Lu Fan's lips, he flew sharply in the direction of Wei Qing.

Wei Qing ran very anxiously, and was swept by energy waves or magic weapons from time to time. He was still grinning in pain, his whole body was almost no longer his.

After counting, it has been delayed for more than half an hour now, and I don't know if Mo Xuanfang can withstand it, and whether his clothes have been burned.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and Lu Fan flew in front of him.

There was boundless hatred in his eyes, as if a cat was teasing a mouse: "Auntie, where are you going?"

Wei Qing looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head, and said softly: "Brother, why do you look so good-looking now? I used to be a poor boy, but I didn't expect to dress up so chicly, my sister dared not look at you. "

Lu Fan was stunned for a moment: "I... look good?"

Suddenly remembering his left eye, his voice trembled, "Shut up, if you say anything today, you will never escape from my grasp."

"Look! Handjob." Wei Qing suddenly panicked and pointed behind Lu Fan.

airplane?

Lu Fan frowned and subconsciously turned around.

A roulette magic weapon flew over from an oblique place impartially, and hit Lu Fan on the back of the head with a "boom".

Lu Fan shook his head twice, trying to turn his head to take another look at this "little sister" with difficulty, but finally fell into the snow.

Wei Qing tried to kick him: "Then what, I didn't call you just now, I called the plane, do you understand the plane?"

Lu Fan closed his eyes and remained motionless, Wei Qing kicked hard twice again, seeing that Lu Fan was indeed dizzy and even let go of his fist limply, so he stopped.

Wei Qing himself was panting from the torment, and his body ached more and more, but he still had important things to do.

Barely standing upright, he shouted into the air with the last ounce of strength: "Fatongdian! Is there any Fatongdian? Hurry up and report to Master Uncle, Junior Uncle Lu Fan has been beaten to death!"

Wei Qing's estimation was correct, as long as he held back Lu Fan, Ying Lianzi could fall into the trap.

Hearing that Aitu's life or death is uncertain, Ying Lianzi dropped the fly whisk in Liuding's divine fire, and hurried to the Hall of Masters in a hurry.

At the same time, Meng Xuanzhen, who was about to rush to the Hall of Master, was also found by Ying Luo.