Dressed as a cannon fodder

The people on the ground frowned slightly, their eyelids trembled and struggled away, and their eyes looked blank.He looked around and sat up, his satin-like hair slid down from his shoulders and scattered all over the floor.

what happened

Meng Yunchi looked down at the lush grass, and his eyes touched the corner of the large robe. He saw himself wearing a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, and the untie, unbelievably long hair on the ground.

It's not his body.

There was an extremely deep sword wound across the chest, the blood stained the cloth and smudged outwards, the wound spread diagonally downward from the deadliest place, and the attackers showed no mercy at all.

Meng Yunchi staggered to his feet, and saw the hairband split in two and the broken green jade hairpin on the ground.

Strangely, when he fell down the stairs, he closed and opened his eyes, and the scene and body changed directly to another.

The long winding hair hung down to his feet, he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and something fell out of his sleeve, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Meng Yunchi stared, and found that it was a black snake, with a slender and soft tongue hanging out, its belly turned up, and there was no reaction when it was thrown, with a peaceful appearance of not knowing what year it was.

Meng Yunchi picked it up and squeezed it in his hand.

It feels warm and cool to the touch, very soft and not dead.He weighed it a few times, and although he didn't know what to do, he still put the snake back into his sleeve calmly.

The night is empty, the Milky Way is dark, and there is an uncomfortable stagnant atmosphere all around.Occasionally, one or two weird cries came from the black night shadows in the distant forest, which made people feel timid for no reason.

He looked up at the sparse stars for a moment, as if he knew what to do deep in his body, he lifted his feet and walked in one direction.The sleeves flicked and turned, and the hair fluttered across the mountains and grasses lightly, leaving no trace like a geese passing by without a trace.

Outside the gloomy valley is another scene, the sun is shining brightly against the majestic and steep green mountains, which is different and cheerful.

Meng Yunchi's eyes were squinted by the strong light, and it was only a flash from night to day.Stretched out his hand to caress the hideous wound on his chest that was so fleshy that it turned out. This should be someone else's body. The question is how did he come here?

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and occasionally white cranes shuttle among the clouds, creating a fairyland scene.

When he walked out of the valley, he did not know what kind of restriction was touched. Immediately, two figures flew over from a distance, wearing blue and white Zongmen Taoist uniforms, and saw Meng Yunchi standing at the entrance of the forbidden area covered in blood from afar. Flying sword fell.

"Wen... Elder Wen Xi..." How could he be here?

The older one retracted the flying sword and landed, bowed to him, quickly calmed down and said: "Elder, how could you be injured here, hurry up and follow us back for treatment."

The disciple guarding the gate of the forbidden area quietly wiped his sweat. Obviously, there was nothing unusual about the restriction set up by the Immortal Venerable outside the valley. How did Meng Yunchi get in and come out with such an injury?

Meng Yunchi looked down at them for a moment, and even though he didn't know what was going on, he still maintained a forceful look on his face, and said lightly: "Lead the way."

"Yes," the other party called out the flying sword, "elder, please follow me." After saying that, Yu Jian flew, and the figure turned into a stream of light and went away.

Meng Yunchi looked up at the figure that was getting further and further away until it disappeared into the sky, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He can't fly.

The younger disciple originally wanted to check the Taniguchi restraint, but when he saw Meng Yunchi standing still, he immediately realized that the opponent was seriously injured and might not be able to hold his sword at all, so he hurriedly said: "This disciple is not thinking properly, the elder is seriously injured, The disciple is going to pick up the elder to Renhua Peak—"

"You take me there." Meng Yunchi said out loud.

The inner sect disciple paused, and replied: "Yes."

He summoned the flying sword to step on the blade, leaned over and stretched out his hand to Meng Yunchi: "Elder, please come up."

Meng Yunchi walked up without hesitation.The blade of the sword is long and narrow, but the two young men standing on it are somewhat crowded, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened, and the boy in Tsing Yi suddenly blushed.

The number one beauty in Kyushu, Meng Yunchi is well-deserved, even the Mozun who had a great reputation nearly ten thousand years ago but no one has ever seen him may not be as glamorous as him.

The kid in Tsing Yi was unsteady, the blade of the sword swayed slightly, and Meng Yunchi almost didn't stop.The opponent hurriedly lowered his sword, and said: "Elder Wen Xi, you have exceeded the limit." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the slender waist beside him, redness burned from his face to the roots of his ears.

The long sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, but it reached Renhua Peak in an instant, the boy in Tsing Yi let go of his hand in a daze, and said "thank you" in his ear, and then raised his head, the opponent's figure had already stepped off the flying sword and walked away.

The people who came and went to and from Renhua Peak were medical practitioners, Meng Yunchi had some impressions in his mind, and subconsciously followed his body's instinct to walk towards the towering palace gate.Some people cast surprised glances at him, while others simply turned a blind eye to this embarrassing person.

No one among the busy medical practitioners came up to inquire about his injuries.

It seems that the original owner of this body is not very popular.

Meng Yunchi stepped forward and grabbed the hand of a doctor, who was startled, as if he had seen him, "Elder Wenxi," his eyes touched Meng Yunchi's front, and he shouted: "Ah, why did the elder hurt so much? It's so heavy, come with me."

He took the person to the side hall, "Elder, wait a moment." After saying that, he hurried down and brought back a person after a while.

The man was dressed in white, with three thousand strands of hair like a crow, tied high on the back of his head, making his eyebrows look picturesque, "little uncle"

Duan Qian looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Little master has lived in Zilai Peak for many years and never goes out. This visit has become a spectacle on Renhua Peak, and I'm afraid it will be more talk for the disciples." gone."

Meng Yunchi frowned and remained silent.

Duan Qian slowly accumulated spiritual power at his fingertips, cut open the soft silk on Meng Yunchi's chest, and cleaned up the wound for him: "Uncle Master has always been weak, and he has been suffering from unmentionable diseases for many years and his practice is limited. Unexpectedly, you are still reluctant to protect yourself, and you should rest more at Zilai Peak, why did you suddenly go out and suffer such injuries?"

He was talking to himself, and he didn't want the other party to answer: "Since 200 years ago, my uncle has lived in seclusion for many years. The disciples of Renhua Peak don't know your face, so you are so negligent. I hope my uncle won't ask you." mind."

"I don't mind." Meng Yunchi tilted his head, his long hair moved slightly, "You just pretend that I don't exist, how big am I, so I won't mind your deliberate indifference." He raised his hand and brushed the hair in front of him After reaching the ear, he said meaningfully: "The response is so uniform, it seems that the overall quality of Renhua Peak needs to be improved~ I need to report it to the head some other day, and rectify it."

"But that's all right," he said, "I forgive your rudeness."

Duan Qian: "..." When did this vicious vase become so eloquent?

The wound was fatal, and the sword energy penetrated deep into the heart. Duan Qian didn't know how he came all the way here with the same face. It took a long time to deal with it, and Meng Yunchi didn't even groan on the way.

Duan Qian was puzzled in his heart, if this was the usual little uncle, he would probably be crying and calling to find the immortal on the pretext of being injured.

To be honest, he has never seen anything more pretentious than Meng Yunchi. He is stupid and poisonous, relying on the favor of the immortal to go around pretentious. After nearly a thousand years of age, his cultivation base is still stagnant at the late stage of Jindan, unable to break through to advance, if not 200 years ago, the lame and blind almost beat up the newly recruited disciple of the sect leader. The immortal finally got angry and whipped him half to death with a whip and imprisoned him in Zilai Peak for 200 years. Without scruples and restraints, he goes around doing harm to the sect.

God knows how this person ran out of Zilai Peak while the Immortal Venerable was in retreat, and even made himself into a mess.

After the injury was taken care of, Meng Yunchi rolled up his clothes, Duan Qian wiped off the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and said to the outside of the hall: "Come here, send Elder Wenxi back." He turned his head and bowed, "Little Master Uncle Rest for a while, don't run around again, and hurt yourself all over. Otherwise, if the Immortal Venerable asks, we can't explain it."

As an elder of a generation of sects, but he was favored so much that he was inferior to the disciples of the outer sects, and he had an empty title, but he was born with such a temperament that he was disgusted by others for no reason.

Thinking of this, Duan Qian couldn't hide it in his eyes, showing a faint disgust, raised his hand and said, "Please."

Meng Yunchi didn't seem to see it, and nodded: "Thank you." After saying that, he walked out of the palace gate, but he didn't see Duan Qian behind him showing a look of astonishment.

Zilai Peak Zilai Peak, Ziqi comes from the east, it's a nice name, after all, it's just a short, small peak, very remote, located in the west corner of the sect, and there are very few people.

Compared with Renhua Peak, one of the 36 peaks just now, it is like a sky and an earth.

The attendant sent him to him: "Elder Wen Xi, please rest and recuperate the injury, we will deliver the elixir later." After finishing speaking, he left without stopping.

From the beginning to the end, no one asked how he got the injury, Meng Yunchi sighed with his hands behind his back, it seems that he is really not welcome.

He walked slowly from the foot of the mountain back to the humble bamboo hut with two acres of spiritual fields planted next to him. The servant in charge of his daily life was dozing off under the shed. He opened his eyes in a daze when he heard footsteps. He was so frightened that he almost rolled off the rocking chair, and the cattail fan fell aside. He stammered, "Master...Master, I...I didn't mean to..." He didn't mean to sleep on the rocking chair of the master, he just went out to get After the supplies came back, he watered the Lingtian, and was so exhausted that he found a place to lie down in a daze.

I thought it was a haystack, but I didn't expect to lie on the master's rocking chair.

The little attendant trembled, waiting for Meng Yunchi to slap him when he was usually angry.

He closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but there was a clear voice above his head: "Why are you kneeling?"

what happened

He opened his eyes and carefully looked at the corner of the robe where he could see, and said in a low voice: "I... I slept in the rocking chair of the master."

"Sleep as soon as you sleep," Meng Yunchi saw his shrinking and fearful figure, frowned and pulled him up, "Stop kneeling, go and boil some water, I want to take a bath."

The little attendant only thought that he was dissatisfied, he hung his head and did not dare to look up, hurriedly responded and ran to boil water.In fact, it would be enough to squeeze out a formula to purify the body, and the whole body would immediately look brand new, but unfortunately Meng Yunchi couldn't.He stood there for a while, then sat down on the rocking chair after two steps, his sleeves rustled a little, and after a while a snake crawled out from inside along his wrist.

Meng Yunchi just lowered his head and looked at each other. The little black snake's thin pupils shrank suddenly, and suddenly it opened its mouth wide and bit hard, with two teeth deeply embedded in Meng Yunchi's wrist.It exerted all its strength, its slender body curled up, as if it was biting some mortal enemy.

"Hi~"

Meng Yunchi's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly pinched seven inches of it, blood was overflowing from his wrist, "Let go." He said.

The black snake didn't listen to him, but showed a fierce look in his eyes, biting more and more tightly.Immediately afterwards, Qicun was pinched severely, and its whole snake was pinched limp. Meng Yunchi took the opportunity to pinch its neck and pull it off, shaking it.

"so fierce"

The fierce light in Black Snake's eyes disappeared, his mouth was pinched so tightly that he couldn't close his mouth, his tail slowly wrapped around his wrist, and he put on a cute and hypocritical appearance.

Can bend and stretch.

Meng Yunchi looked at it for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch the two small bulges on the top of the black snake's head, the sensitive place was rubbed by soft fingertips unexpectedly, the black snake's body shook, hissing and struggling, the tip of its tail Er slapped Meng Yunchi's wrist again and again.

The person who caught it lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and muttered to himself: "It's a bit mutated, why there are two bags on this snake's head... I don't know if I can drink wine... ..."

Black Snake: Pupil Earthquake!

It struggled even harder, its white belly turned up, and even the tip of its tail was exerting force.

Meng Yunchi looked at it with interest for a while, and stopped teasing it, went into the room and found a clay pot, and put the black snake in it.

The little attendant ran over and timidly told him that the water was ready, so Meng Yunchi put down the clay pot and followed him to take a bath.The inner room was separated by a screen, and the bathtub behind was filled with mist. Meng Yunchi took off his outer robe and immersed himself in the bucket. The wound on his wrist was still bleeding. The blood that flowed out was faintly black.

He thought of the attitude of the group of doctors at Renhua Peak, shook his head, and simply tore off the torn underwear and wrapped it around his wrist.

I'm too lazy to look at it anymore, anyway, judging from his body, he shouldn't die.

Meng Yunchi unknowingly fell asleep in the bathtub.

The dream was chaotic, full of fragments that couldn't be connected, accepting apprentices... being sentenced to masters... rebelling... and the extremely dark dungeon, torture tools, he couldn't hear, see, speak, or even feel the limbs. As long as he exists, he can only feel the sharp pain piercing through the vital parts of his body, and even a slight movement will cause the chains hanging in the air to jingle.

You can't live, you can't die.

asphyxia……