After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Gu Xifei spread his palms and brought them in front of Wei Qing.

In the palm of his hand is a tender green leaf bud, the green light of the leaf bud is flowing, like a melted emerald, it is obviously not ordinary.

"What is this?" Wei Qing asked.

Gu Xifei smiled, pointed to Xiao Xuanzi and said, "You puppet, is it an imperial walking device?"

Seeing that his gaze was burning like a torch, Wei Qing couldn't hide it, so he simply nodded.

Gu Xifei moved Ye Ya closer, and the old red marks on his wrists worn by the chains over the years became more and more conspicuous.

He asked Wei Qing to take a closer look: "This is the leaf of the Moon Lark. It can dispel the devil's energy, and it can also improve the intelligence of the spirit puppet. It is also very friendly to the spirit of the imperial walker. What is your puppet called? Do you want to give it to me?" He try?"

An Rui hurriedly poked his head over and said, "I'm afraid that the whole continent can't pick a handful of lark leaves this month. Mr. Gu has never been willing to use them. Now, what a pity."

It turned out to be the leaves of Yue Lark. Wei Qing had heard of them before. He thought for a while and said: "Mr. Gu, you and I have no relatives and no reason. I deserve such a precious thing. Forget it. Your kindness is worthless." Got it."

Gu Xifei raised his eyebrows, stood up and dragged the chain with a rattling sound.

He asked An Rui: "Didn't you tell them the rules here?"

An Rui let out an "Oh" and said, "I was in a hurry to come to you just now, so I forgot."

Gu Xifei shook his head and said with a smile, "This is not an example."

He turned to Wei Qing and said, "It's like this, the rules here, food, water, medical treatment, and healing all require money, and the members of the clan are also brothers, so they settle accounts clearly.

So, later I will remove the ice wind blade of the Great Elder for you. This is a relatively difficult healing method. You need to charge 800 taels of silver, or [-] spirit stones, whichever you want. "

He glanced at Xiaoxuanzi, and stretched out his five white fingers in front of Wei Qing: "And this moon lark leaf for your puppet, one piece, five hundred spirit stones."

"You guys are killing people and getting more goods."

Wei Qing said coldly, but he had another calculation in mind, if it was something that was paid for, it would be safe, and it was just for Xiao Xuanzi to use.

"Then do you want it or not?"

Wei Qing thought to himself, although the people of the Dragon Clan are very pragmatic, five hundred spirit stones can buy a mid-level imperial traveler.

But as long as you treat Xiao Xuanzi well, it doesn't matter if it's expensive.After all, he still has a few spirit mines with him.

He grinned pretending to be distressed, and then snorted after a long time: "Then you eat the leaves for him first, and then I will give you money together when the ice on my body melts. Also, he is not a puppet, he It's called Xiao Xuanzi."

"Little Xuanzi... What a good name."

Gu Xifei leaned down, and in the palm of his hand, he had refined the leaves of Yue Lark with magic power, turning them into a pool of emerald green liquid.

He put the green liquid on Xiao Xuanzi's head.

Because Little Xuanzi didn't have any facial features, Gu Xifei could only use the palm of his hand to transfer Yue Bailing to him.For a moment, the bodies of both of them were shrouded in light green gas.

And the chains on Gu Xifei's hands and feet also emitted a red light like an alarm due to the surge of magic power.

Within a moment, the pale green light dimmed, and it was not until Xiao Xuanzi absorbed all the moon larks in his palm that Gu Xifei pulled his hand away.

He took the earthen pot summoned by the magic power, and put a pot of hot water on top of Wei Qing's head.

With a strong medicinal fragrance rolling down, the potion made Wei Qing tremble, and the ice cubes on his body had gone.

Gu Xifei's magical power was unfathomable, his movements were clean and neat, and it took only half an hour for the healing to end.

Wei Qing got up, and bowed politely: "Xiao Wei thanked Mr. Gu, I happened to have five hundred spirit stones given by Mr. An Zechuan in my bag. I have never been willing to spend them, so I will buy you a moon lark first. I will pay you the rest with silver bills, and treat it as the cost of healing."

Wealth should not be exposed, Wei Qing carefully took out five hundred spirit stones from the Qiankun bag, and put them on the table together with the 800 taels of silver notes.

Gu Xifei's fair and slender fingers tapped on the table, and said to An Rui: "Don't collect the money soon? Remember to hang up my account at the cashier."

When he speaks, he is elegant and gentle, but when he looks at people, he looks forward to brilliance, watching Anrui's little dragon tail swaying happily up and down.

An Rui's big head said little by little: "Mr. Gu is still thoughtful, I will collect the money right away, and the cashier will also hang it up for you, there will be no mistakes."

After receiving Anrui's sound transmission talisman, Heijiao was already waiting at the door dragging the prison cart.

Gu Xifei opened the wooden door, and the chains entangled all over his body clattered to the door. Facing the warm wind with the smell of sunshine, he slightly lowered his head and made a gesture of respect.

Wei Qing returned the gift, hugged Xiao Xuanzi who was in a coma, and walked into the prison car.

An Rui flew back three times and said, "Mr. Gu, then I'm leaving."

"Be on duty, don't let the great elder catch the opportunity to scold you."

Gu Xifei stood at the door and waved his hand with a faint smile on his face. Soon, the wooden door closed and was covered in thick clouds again.

Seeing the prison car flying towards the ground again, Wei Qing asked in surprise, "Don't I live in the sky?"

An Rui's long beard was fluttering, and he sneered: "You have a beautiful idea. Do you think you can be like Mr. Gu? Although I don't know what he committed, but 12 years ago, he was just imprisoned by King Antai in the Dragon Palace. In the village, you live in the Yunhai Wooden House, which is treated as a guest of honor. Just forget about it, you are not qualified to live in Yunhai if you are beaten up by the Great Elder."

Wei Qing was too lazy to quarrel with the child, but he thought it was a coincidence that 12 years ago, that was the time when he first arrived at Ziyun Sect, and it turned out that Mr. Gu was also a foreigner.

But no matter how mysterious Mr. Gu is, it's none of his business. Longcun is just a temporary place to stay, and finding Wuyashui is the real thing.

Wei Qing went back to the underground soil bag, and An Rui placed him in a small soil bag.

The skylight here was locked with an iron door, and the cave was deep, cold and damp, but fortunately, it was quiet in the cave, as it was a single room, and there were no other prisoners.

The place here is really simple, there is only an earthen kang with a straw mat on it, a table piled with grass and mud, and nothing else.

"Do you want pillows and bedding?" An Rui asked, "50 taels a piece."

"The things you have here are too expensive, I don't want them."

Wei Qing pretended to be poor, and sat on the edge of the kang in a dignified manner holding Xiaoxuanzi.

Anrui hastily inspected the circle and saw that there was nothing wrong or missing, so he wagged his tail and was about to fly up: "That's it, I have to go. If there is anything, let the black flood dragon above tell me, they can't speak, but I can understand it."

Wei Qing nodded: "Thank you."

An Rui quickly disappeared above his head, followed by the sound of the iron door being slammed shut.

Wei Qing doesn't dislike the shabby place, because there are tools from Mo Xuanfang's previous travels in the Qiankun bag, but Anrui's impression of Wei Qing has always been "low cultivation".So he was not shackled, Wei Qing took out the pillow and bedding, and spread it on the kang by himself.

The sun above the head slanted on the head of the bed, the sun was about to set, Wei Qing lay on the quilt that Mo Xuanfang had slept on, tossing and turning.

Unable to fall asleep, he simply sat up, seeing that Xiao Xuanzi had been in a comatose state since he crossed into the leaves of the moon lark, he simply took out the bamboo weave and started blowing.

Zhu Zhi sobbed, playing the "Drunken Country Spring" that Mo Xuanfang taught him, as if time had returned to Yunqi Town, the night when Mo Xuanfang taught him to play.

It was still the melodious music, the dark red bamboo weaving, only the warm fingertips pressing on the back of the hand, but I could never see it again.

On the iron gate of the skylight above, two black dragon heads surrounded them. They were also attracted by the bamboo weaving song, lying on it and listening quietly, occasionally neighing in a low voice.

Mo Xuanfang said that this song is an allusion of a traveler wandering abroad, looking at his homeland, but unable to return due to the war, and missing his wife and children at home.

Whoever said this, where is your soul wandering now?

The sun was setting, and the surroundings became dark and misty. Wei Qing collected the bamboo weaving and lay back on the kang.

Only when he hugged Xiao Xuanzi tightly, he could get some comfort, and with that soft body, he finally fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Xuanzi woke up in the Tongtian chariot.

The leaves of the moon lark that had been crossed in before were like silver needles pierced deeply, one after another, pouring a bit of tingling pain and a bit of coolness into his calm consciousness.

He heard the sound of bamboo weaving, and the song "Drunken Country Spring" was intoxicating.

He vaguely saw some vague shadows in the cracks of the silver needles.When he wanted to get closer, those shadows dissipated.

He opened his eyes and saw Wei Qing's face.

Too, too tight.

The almost sensitive awareness instantly pulled back to Xiao Xuanzi's body.

He contracted hard, trying to squeeze out of Wei Qing's arms, but this made Wei Qing hug him even tighter.

Wei Qing's breath was too hot and his chest was too warm.

The experience in the world is really too difficult.

Xiao Xuanzi almost gave up, but a person who cultivates the Dao should be strong-willed, ruthless and desireless, so he cannot be defeated by this small difficulty.

Xiao Xuanzi closed his eyes, and slowly took a breath.

At this time, he heard the soft sobbing of the person in front of him.

This young man who is as beautiful as the morning dew is always calm and composed during the day.But in his dream at night, he hides in a corner where no one is there and grieves alone.

Why is he sad?And who broke his heart?

Xiao Xuanzi's hand touched Wei Qing's forehead unconsciously, rubbing gently between his closed eyes, he wanted to smooth the frown.

A tear fell with scalding heat and fell to his lips.

Xiao Xuanzi touched his face, huh?When did I have a mouth?

It was the eighth day in Black Marsh Dragon Village, Wei Qing woke up from exhaustion.

Although Gu Xifei's herbal medicine had an effect on him, he felt that the meridians in his body seemed to be dredged a little, and he felt a sense of relief.

But at night, he was always entangled with nightmares, which made it difficult for his body to recover. Even if the golden dragon in his body reached the place where the devil energy was at its peak, it still couldn't be active.

Wei Qing sat up, looking at the sunlight shining in the dungeon, the light and shadow were shaking, the outside was not as quiet as usual, there were noisy voices.

"Be an owl and take me up there."

Wei Qing turned back to look for Xiao Xuanzi as usual, but was stunned.

Xiao Xuanzi was still a small ball, light purple in color, and his body and limbs were round and bulging.

But his soft little face now has eyes, nose, and mouth. He shrank in the quilt, looking at Wei Qing with round eyes.

"Heh, it's cute, my five hundred spirit stones are not in vain."

Wei Qing hasn't felt this kind of comfort for a long time.

No matter how much, he picked up Xiao Xuanzi, rubbed and rubbed his face, it felt really good, he was such a cute little boy who could move easily.

"Can you talk?" Wei Qing pinched his mouth again.

Xiao Xuanzi glanced at him resentfully, pulled Wei Qing's handcuff aside with his chubby hands, and jumped off the bed.

Oh Huo, as expected of being raised by Mo Xuanfang, he is so arrogant.

Wei Qing put his hands on his hips and hooked his fingers: "Come here, take Dad to fly up, and watch the excitement."