Dressed as a male protagonist

Wei Ling was still puzzled, the protagonist frowned and said: "Master saved Yuan Lu, Yuan Lu wants to stay by Master's side and serve Master for the rest of his life."

Protagonist, are you serious? !

Wei Ling looked at the protagonist for a while, but couldn't figure out what this person was thinking.Now the plot is chaotic, and even the protagonist has deviated from the original plot and character design. His heart, tsk, ups and downs is not enough to describe.

After standing there for a while, Wei Ling turned his head away, looked at the sparkling water, sat down on a big rock with his sleeves waved, and said, "Comb your hair."

The protagonist steps forward to take off Wei Ling's hosta, and spreads out his long hair in an instant.Some strands of hair scratched Wei Ling's cheeks, and it was a little itchy. Before Wei Ling could reach out and brush them away, Lu Wuchen raised his hand and put it in his own.

"Master, don't move, I'll be fine."

"..." Wei Ling felt that his little heart was a little out of control.

The wooden comb shuttled half a stick of incense through the hair, and Lu Wuchen's fingers touched Wei Ling's cheek intentionally or unintentionally, making him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Another half cup of tea passed by, and the long hair was finally tied up with a hosta.Wei Ling got up and went to the pool to take a picture. The water was bright and dim, and the people in the water had faces as white as jade and black hair as ink, and they looked more and more handsome.Wei Ling nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's right." I don't know if it's the protagonist's combing skills or his own appearance.

It just so happened that Nan Jinrong came over, looked at Wei Ling who had regained his cleanliness, and said, "It seems that Junior Brother Wei really loves Senior Nephew Fei Le. Back then, Junior Brother Wei was never in such a mess in the first competition of Qimai."

Nan Jinrong's voice was as cold as his facial features. Wei Ling felt relieved when he heard it, but still pretended to lower his eyebrows and said sadly: "Senior brother also knows that I have only accepted two apprentices in all these years. Now One of them disappeared and one was arrested, I really blame myself..."

Nan Jinrong looked at Lu Wuchen, and said softly: "It's brother who made a slip of the tongue, brother, don't take it to heart."

Wei Ling raised his head: "Of course not. I don't know about the matter of rescuing the disciples, have the brothers made a decision?"

Nan Jinrong said: "Well, I just came to discuss with you." Nan Jinrong signaled Wei Ling to follow him, and said as he walked, "Junior Wei's worry-free song is more powerful than before, and we will need a lot of support from Junior Brother Wei Just do it."

Wei Ling said a few polite words with a blank face, watching the protagonist's every move out of the corner of his eye, only to find that this guy was sticking to him like a dog's skin plaster, keeping a distance of no more than three meters from him.

So, this is dependent? !

Nan Jinrong said again: "What's the name of that piece that Junior Brother Wei played before?"

Wei Ling was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Play it at will, it hasn't been named yet."

No worrying song in "Killing the Gods" can be learned by anyone other than the previous masters of Zuowang Peak.And this setting is because of Wei Ling's mother.

Wei Ling's mother is a pianist. She started prenatal education when she was pregnant with Wei Ling. She hoped that her son would be a little genius in learning musical instruments. As a result, Wei Ling didn't learn musical instruments, but only learned to hook up with the little girl in the musical instrument class.

Later, many things happened. His parents divorced, and he was thrown to his grandparents in the countryside to be raised. His personality also changed from a detached little devil king to a taciturn and good boy.He gradually never touched musical instruments, but what he didn't expect was that today he subconsciously played something that he had deliberately forgotten for so many years.

Seeing that Wei Ling didn't want to say more, Nan Jinrong nodded and stopped talking.

The two of them walked all the way back to the tent where the senior brothers were stationed. Nan Jinrong said: "The senior brothers mean that the three people staying here will lead the remaining disciples to continue killing monsters. I, Guang Lingzi, and Junior Brother Wei three People, go rescue the chief disciple of Zhumai."

Wei Ling calmed down and said, "That's not right. The Dripping Blood Altar is a place specially used by the Yin Shamen to gather Yin and evil spirits. Not to mention the many traps inside, it is already difficult to deal with Tiansha and Rensha alone. Such an adventurous Things, how can I let the senior brother go?"

The senior brothers looked at Wei Ling, and Ming Lan said, "Junior Brother Wei seems to have changed a lot this time when he left the customs." According to Wei Ling's previous style, he should be hoping that the senior brother in charge will die.

"Oh, I just figured out a few things." Wei Ling tapped Mo Yin on the palm of his left hand lightly, looking like he was thinking, "I remember Tiansha said before he left that he wanted us to bring someone and something to meet him." he?"

Nan Jinrong nodded, and said concisely: "Lu Wuchen, Shifang Iron Flame Order."

wipe!Ten Direction Iron Flame Order? !

Wei Ling tried his best to keep his face expressionless and said, "The Shifang Iron Flame Token is a token of the head of the Yin Sha Sect, and he actually asked us for it?"

"Judging from his tone, it seems that someone sent him a letter saying that Lu Wuchen had this thing, so he asked Senior Brother Wei to take Lu Wuchen to the Dripping Blood Altar by name." This time it was Fuyao who answered, "We explained to him , but he didn’t listen. Afterwards, the chief disciple of Zhumai was taken into captivity.”

Wei Ling tightened his five fingers holding Mo Yin slightly, frowned and said, "Wuchen?"

In the original book, the Shifang Iron Flame Token was indeed obtained by the protagonist later, but that was five years later.Now that the martial arts competition in the world of cultivating immortals has not yet started, how could the protagonist have the Ten Fang Iron Flame Order?And...even if there is, it's impossible for everyone to know it casually!Unless this informer is... a time traveler like him? !

No no no, impossible.

If it is a time traveler, there is no need for this person to fight against the protagonist. Aren't the general routines of time travelers all about liking the protagonist, hugging the protagonist's thigh, and following the protagonist to eat and drink spicy food?

However...it does not rule out that there are indeed some ambitious traversers who want to kill the protagonist and replace them by themselves.

Wei Ling had a headache thinking about it, and he didn't want to think about it again: "Since I was asked to go over by name, why don't I go to find out the truth tonight. If I haven't come back by noon tomorrow, it's not too late for you to go and help." After a pause After a pause, Wei Ling added, "If it doesn't work, just send a message to Master and let the old man go out of the customs."

All the brothers felt that what Wei Ling said was reasonable, but they were afraid that Wei Ling would startle the snake if he went tonight, so some agreed and some opposed it.In the end, Nan Jinrong decided that Wei Ling and Fuyao would go to the Dripping Blood Altar together to find out what was true, and if there was anything unusual, they would return immediately.

Considering that Wei Ling had been traveling all the way as soon as he left the customs, the brothers asked him to go back to the tent to rest first, and then take action at night.

Wei Ling entered the camp alone, and Lu Wuchen followed.Wei Ling ignored him and just fell asleep.It's just tossing and turning for a while, but I can't fall asleep - the f*cking protagonist is too stressed next to him!I'm afraid that the protagonist here will give him such a sword as soon as he falls asleep, and he will not wake up from then on, completely saying goodbye to the beautiful and colorful world!

Wei Ling turned over, and said to the protagonist sitting cross-legged silently, "Can you go out?"

The protagonist said: "Why? Master doesn't like me staying here?"

Nonsense, ghosts like it!

Wei Ling cursed in his heart, but with a cold expression on his face, he said, "I like someone for my teacher."

The protagonist looked at Wei Lingying's white cheeks, gently opened and closed lips, and the black hair scattered on the pillow, his eyes moved, and he subconsciously said: "But the apprentice is also a little tired, and I want to be with the master. rest?"

As soon as the words came out, Lu Wuchen and Wei Ling were stunned at the same time.

Wei Ling sat up and said, "Get out!" His voice was low and his expression was cold, this time he was really angry.

Lu Wuchen came to his senses, and honestly changed his sitting position to a kneeling one, and said to Wei Ling: "My apprentice made a slip of the tongue, please punish me, Master."

... Is the protagonist sick, or is he sick?Wei Ling was completely confused!

"Yuan Lu, let me ask you again, can you get out?"

The protagonist was silent for a while, then lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, Master."

After the protagonist finished speaking, he got up and walked out, and turned back when he reached the tent door: "Master, if you need anything, call disciple, and disciple will be guarding at the tent door."

Wei Ling's eyelids twitched wildly, wishing he could step forward and kick the protagonist out of the sky.

So torturous!

What a torture!

This plot and this character design are so distorted that his own father doesn't even know him!Why is the protagonist pestering him so horribly!Could it be that this guy is still a hidden jerk, the more he abuses him, the more he likes it?

very scary! ! !

Wei Ling lay down on the bunk in despair, stared at the empty tent roof, stared and stared... fell asleep.

He fell asleep like this until sunset, when someone whispered in his ear, "Junior brother? Junior brother Wei?"

Wei Ling opened his eyes dimly, and even subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes. When he fully woke up, he saw that the senior brother who was the head of the sect was holding a handkerchief, sitting next to his bed and looking at him.

Wei Ling was startled, thinking about it!It's all the stinking problem of being bedridden in the previous life, but now it's so useless to penetrate into a monk's body, he doesn't even know that such a big living person has come in!

Nan Jinrong put the handkerchief in Wei Ling's hand, and said softly, "It's already sunset, if Junior Brother is too tired, why don't you go with someone else."

Wei Ling hurriedly said: "No, no, I'll wake up after washing my face! Yinshamen's exercises are extremely sinister. My Zuowangxin method and Wuyou song are their nemesis. It's better for me to go."

Nan Jinrong showed a rare look of hesitation: "When you fought with others, I saw that your body skills were a little sluggish, and your sword skills were also quite rusty."

Wei Ling had wiped his face cleanly at this time, lifted the quilt neatly and got up and said, "I haven't done it for two months, it's just a little rusty. Just move your hands a few more times."

Nan Jinrong wanted to say something else, but Fuyao's voice came from outside and said, "Senior Brother Wei, is he still alive?"

Wei Ling walked over and opened the curtain of the tent, poked his head out and said, "Okay, we can set off now."

Nan Jinrong followed Wei Ling out, Wei Ling looked around and asked, "Where's Yuan Lu?"

Fuyao said: "I didn't see it when I came here."

Ha ha.

I don't know who said they would guard him overnight at the entrance of the tent?It's really unreliable to run away so quickly!Wei Ling wanted to frown subconsciously, but when he looked up and saw Fuyao's playful eyes, he resisted the urge to continue asking, and said, "Don't worry about him, let's go."

The Dripping Blood Altar is not close to where they are stationed, but with Yu Jian, it can be reached in more than half an hour.Wei Ling and Fuyao's cultivation bases were not low, Yu Jian's speed was even faster, and they reached the boundary of the Dripping Blood Altar in less than half an hour.

The Dripping Blood Altar was originally a wasteland stained red with blood, which evolved from the ancient battlefield.It contained an unknown amount of suffocation and evil spirit from the ancient heroic souls, so the Yinshamen tried their best to take it as their own.The purpose is to facilitate the disciples of the sect to practice Yin Sha Kung Fu and magical weapons.

After the Yin Shamen occupied this place, they wantonly built palaces and formations here, and arranged miasma and poisonous substances in a radius of a hundred miles to prevent outsiders from setting foot.

It's just that this painstaking effort is really nothing to Fuyao, who is good at using medicine, and Wei Ling, who has a universal detoxification pill.

When Wei Ling and Fuyao arrived, it was still early, the dripping blood altar was brightly lit, and disciples in twos and threes gathered together to keep vigil and chat, so Wei Ling and Fuyao hid on a nearby hilltop, and only went to investigate after midnight .

midnight.

Wei Ling and Fuyao each took an anti-drug pill, and carefully sneaked into the dripping blood altar.When the two were outside, they made up their minds to split up, so when they came in, one went to the left and the other to the right to check the place where the disciples of all veins were being held.

The dripping blood altar was thick with blood mist, Wei Ling's vision was blocked, and his spiritual sense could not explore too far away, so he had to check carefully every step he took.Until he lurked along the place with the brightest lights, he vaguely heard the sound of fighting, and was startled, thinking that something happened to Fuyao, so he hurriedly flew towards that place.

There was a half-human-tall white-haired fox wrestling with people.

Wei Ling looked at it for a while, and frowned slightly: This fox seems familiar.

Well, it looks familiar.

After a while, Wei Ling let out a "Hey" and cursed in his heart: Shit, isn't this Lu Wuchen's spirit fox!

The author has something to say:

There is a reason why the protagonist has been pestering Wei Ling, and then... the author can't spoil it, so lonely, so empty, so suffocated! 233~

There is no special introduction to Wei Ling's seniors in the article, so here is a brief introduction:

Big Brother Nan Jinrong: Sect Leader, Master of Tongxian Peak

Second senior brother Shen Rang: Master of Xiaoyao Peak (the most powerful disciple in this generation)

Third Senior Sister Minglan: Master of Cangxiu Peak

Fourth Senior Brother Guang Lingzi: Lord of Zhanjian Peak

The fifth protagonist Wei Ling: Sitting Forgotten Peak Master

Sixth Junior Brother Yun Ya: Master of Yunwu Peak

Seventh Junior Brother Fuyao: Lord of Baicao Peak