Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

After a long time, Wei Hanxiao spoke again with a blank face and a respectful tone: "What about you, Master, aren't you tired of living like this? Actually, your nature is more deviant than anyone else."

Feng Chenghan was startled.

After throwing such a sentence, Wei Hanxiao walked away.

He walked fast, and his mind was a mess. The wind in the wilderness slashed his throat and lungs like a knife, and there was a sharp and cold pain, neither spit, nor swallow. He was almost unable to think.

Feng Chenghan's condition was naturally no better than Wei Hanxiao's.

He looked at Wei Hanxiao's leaving figure uneasily, and his heart was numb.

This was the first cold war between their master and apprentice. Wei Hanxiao's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife. Feng Chenghan closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.

When Jin Xianyu received Feng Chenghan's message, he was reviewing today's class at Penglai Academy. Today, she almost spent her entire day in front of everyone's attention. At first, she was able to explain a few words calmly, but it was inevitable that she would feel tired when there were many people who came to inquire.

As for Xie Fuwei, he didn't need to study the schoolwork in the school, but he didn't know what courses he took on a whim. He didn't see anyone all day, and didn't return to his bedroom until the evening.

Penglai Academy had a heavy workload. After Xie Fuwei came back, he did nothing, and quietly accompanied her to read the book together.

The jade slip was put aside by Jin Xianyu, letting the news flicker.

Although the heavy schoolwork made her head as big as a bucket and her head was devastated, the day was not without gain.

In the past, the Confucian sage Mencius once said, "I am good at nourishing my magnificent spirit." The concept of "Qi" has always been the core of Confucianism's cultivation.

The most important thing in nourishing Qi is "feeling".

"Qi" can only be aggregated and formed into all things after "feeling". The so-called "Qi is clear when it is clear, when it is faint, it is obstructed, and when it is extremely clear, it is divine."

In fact, guiding the "righteousness" in the weather is no different from guiding the spirit into the body. To the end of the practice, the pursuit is to collect the pure spirit in the void, so that all things become one and return to the way of heaven.

After this day, Jin Xianyu can clearly feel that the efficiency of his refining spiritual energy has turned over and over again, the spiritual energy in the body is lustrous and restrained, the light is floating, more refined, and the trend of breakthrough is more and more obvious.

Maybe in these few days.

The jade slip flickered a few times, but Jin Xianyu didn't even notice it, until the work at hand was temporarily completed, and then he remembered to check.

Xie Fuwei fell asleep at an unknown time, with a book on his face, resting at the desk with his head resting on his arm, breathing lightly.

Jin Xianyu glanced at him and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a stack of books by his hand.

"Central Feed", "Food Treasures", "Cloud Embroidery", "Vase of Flowers"?

With a trembling of her hands, she froze in place, with thunderclouds rolling over her head.

Xie Fuwei, why did he learn these things? !

It's a pity that she can't call Xie Fuwei up and ask thoroughly.

These things seem to be very difficult for him to learn. Xie Fuwei slept soundly, his eyelashes casting pale shadows on the pages of the book.

Jin Xianyu withdrew his gaze, glanced at the jade slip in his hand with a sullen expression, skipped the useless junk information in ten lines at a glance, and was suddenly attracted by a familiar name.

The signature is "Fengcheng Han".

She groaned in her heart and pursed her lips.

Feng Chenghan: [Sorry, I took the liberty to come to harass Daoist friend late at night. A certain person saw rumors about Daoist friend on the jade slip today, Daoist friend and Master...]

He also saw Yujian?

Although Jin Xianyu had long expected that all of this would reach Feng Chenghan's ears sooner or later, the speed was so fast that she was a little caught off guard.

In fact, even Jin Xianyu didn't understand the relationship between her and Xie Fuwei.

It was said that she was in love, but she cut off the love thread again, and could not have any attachment to Xie Fuwei. For her, Xie Fuwei was at best an ally and a good friend.

Of course, if Xie Fuwei could respect her wishes, she didn't actually resist continuing with him.

But Fengchenghan is different.

Even though he knew that admitting would temporarily hurt Feng Chenghan, Jin Xianyu carefully sketched it word by word.

[Yes, as you can see. 】

Long pain is worse than short pain, she said it clearly enough, I hope Feng Chenghan can understand what she means, she is not a good person.

Jin Xianyu waited for a while, and Yujian sent the other party's news after a long time.

...

[That’s the case, fellow Daoist and Master are very compatible, I wish Fellow Daoist and Master can form a good relationship as soon as possible and grow old…]

The four words "forever together forever" have been slow to become a book.

He deserves a blessing.

Feng Chenghan looked at Yu Jian and remained silent.

There seems to be a voice in my mind saying over and over again that Daoyou Jin and Master are very compatible. Master's cultivation is enough to protect her from worry in this life. He should be blessed and happy for her.

All along, didn't he just want her to be safe, happy, and worry-free?

But another voice came from Wei Hanxiao.

Master, aren't you tired of living like this?

Did he want to be a gentleman, or did he unknowingly bear the expectations of everyone and grow into what everyone expected?

Don't you get tired after so many years of hypocrisy?

He may still be unwilling in his heart.

Feng Chenghan closed his eyes, his chest heaved slightly between his breaths, his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly hold the jade slip.

Master, Han Xiao, fellow Taoist…

It's just, why, why don't you want to look at him one more time, even a single glance.

**

The sky is leaking, the big and small forum.

The perilous ladder enters the underworld, the sky wind blows the eaves, and the hanging stars are candles.

There are several chairs in the hall, sitting like today's Xingleuyu from the main family to the various branches.

At this time, the meeting had just ended, and everyone's eyes fell on the last black-clothed youth, intentionally or unintentionally.

Aware of everyone's gaze, Yu Longyao's white and tender face showed a little innocence, she sat more upright, and obediently put her hands on the table.

As the unremarkable sidekick of the Yu family, this Yin-Yang Xingjun has been promoted at an astonishingly fast rate over the years. Just now, he was controlling the progress of the meeting with a smile on his face. In terms of seniority and seniority, Yu Longyao's behavior made many elders unhappy.

"Xingjun can achieve such achievements in just a few years. He can be said to be a young hero." It was an elder of the Yu clan with white hair and beard. At the end of the meeting, the other party praised with concern in a gossip-like manner.

Yu Longyao said without hesitation: "I would also like to thank the elders of the clan for their cultivation."

The elder of the Yu clan smiled kindly: "Your status is different from before, and going out even more represents the face of our Yu clan. This outfit should also be re-arranged."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Yu Longyao's slightly worn black burqa and cowhide boots, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Didn't Mrs. Zun prepare a few new clothes for Xingjun?"

Yu Longyao already felt a little impatient, but he concealed this very well and smiled: "My wife loves to play, and I'm not in the house these days."

As soon as the words fell, he noticed a loud bang in the Dawei Hall, and there was a lot of discussion.

Yu Longyao's face was slightly confused.

Everyone's eyes seemed to fall on him, their eyes flashed, and their expressions were different.

Yu Longyao felt strange in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

The elder Yu's smile seemed a lot more sincere. He turned his face and smiled left and right: "Speaking of which, have you heard about the rumors of Immortal Dongzhen recently?"

Everyone showed just the right interest, except Yu Longyao.

"...Yin Yang Xingjun?"

Yu Longyao came back to her senses, she didn't show any discomfort in being out of the group, she smiled slightly without blushing, and said firmly, "I'm not interested."

Elder Yu with white hair and beard: "Don't deny it so quickly, this matter is closely related to Xingjun."

Yu Longyao was noncommittal: "Really? But I and that Immortal Dongzhen have already parted ways."

"...Aren't Xingjun and Immortal Dongzhen always on good terms?" The elder of the Yu clan, whose beard and hair were all white, showed a surprised expression.

Yu Longyao knew that the other party was uneasy and well-meaning, and she was sure that no matter what he said, it would never shake his heart.

"If you have something to say, the elder may wish to say it directly."

The Yu clan elder thoughtfully asked, "If I remember correctly, Mrs. Zun seems to be surnamed Jin?"

The smile on Yu Longyao's face gradually faded: "What does the elder mean?"

The elder of the Yu clan handed over the jade slip in his sleeve, "Look at Xingjun."

"Just yesterday, someone saw Mrs. Zun and Immortal Dongzhen visiting the Penglai Academy together, sleeping and eating together, and behaving intimately."

"I think, Madam Zun may not only love to play?"

He paused word by word, as if intentionally making the contents of the jade slip public.

Everyone's sympathy, schadenfreude, or indifferent eyes fell on Yu Longyao's face as if they were substantial.

It was the pitying gaze of a husband who had been kept in the dark. His wife, Hong Xing, went out of the wall, and everyone knew it, but he had to learn the whole story from others.

To say that the yin and yang of the messenger are penetrating through the heavens, it is just a complete joke.

Looking at Yu Longyao's expression, the elder of the Yu clan looked like he really didn't know anything about this matter. He was surprised, and couldn't help but feel a little more happy, and said in surprise, "Does Xingjun really not know about this jade slip? rumours?"

Under everyone's attention, Yu Longyao raised her face from the jade slip.

Some people sneered, but Yu Longyao smiled slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" The Yu clan elder was stunned.

Yu Longyao: "I am naturally laughing at the naivety of the elders, and the rumors that were born out of nothing, do the elders actually believe them?"

The elder of the Yu clan with all white hair and beard laughed, "As the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, Xingjun is busy with family affairs these days, but you must be careful of fire in your house.

"Just now Xingjun said that he had parted ways with Immortal Dongzhen? Could it be that Immortal Dongzhen has a grudge against his wife—"

He didn't finish his words, because Yu Longyao smiled at him again.

This is different from the previous smile.

It's a deadpan smile.

The Yu clan elder's throat couldn't help but feel a chilling chill.

...That's enough, he thought, the dog would jump over the wall when he was pushed, not to mention the person who was treated as a joke by everyone.

After the meeting, Yu Longyao didn't get up for a long time, and the star candle hanging above his head was shining brightly, falling on his temples.

He sat quietly at the table alone, holding up the wine glass on the table with no expression, the crystal clear wine reflected his pale face.

For a long time, Yu Longyao had a hidden weakness in his body that even he himself hadn't noticed.

It is difficult for people who are high above the ground to come into contact with those absurd, ugly, and chicken feathers in life.

Disagreeing, cheating, preying on each other, having different dreams in the same bed, and fighting in the same room.

For thousands of years, he has been wearing fine clothes and food, acting indiscriminately, acting recklessly, and pampering himself. His cultivation is enough for him to do whatever he wants, and his life is an ivory tower.

When has he been abandoned by comparison, treated as an object of pleasure, and dragged into the quagmire of life? How could he have been so humiliated?

The wine glass in his hand was overwhelmed, cracked and shattered.

The liquor soaked the worn black burqa drippingly.

Yu Longyao looked at the **** palm indifferently.

These are not important, he can turn a deaf ear, turn a blind eye, and the most important thing is that she has found a dog that is a slave-like maid, which point is he inferior to Xie Fuwei?