Dressed as a cannon fodder

The next day Min Hangyuan got up early and waited in the main hall, Meng Yunchi arrived as scheduled, "Let's go."

Min Hangyuan followed in his footsteps, his face was immature, but his expression was mature, the contrast was great but cute, and the fairy servants who watched along the way stopped and sighed softly.

Meng Yunchi took him to Yongding Peak first, and was told that the head of the sect was in seclusion for the past few days and would not come out to meet guests.

The one who came out to receive him was Feng Yulou, who was considerate and soft-spoken, and his master master who had a cold face all day long was completely two extremes.

Meng Yunchi knew that the head of the sect was not retreating, but he didn't want to see them. After all...he looked down at the protagonist Gong who was drinking hot tea with a cup in his hands, and then at the protagonist Shou with a warm smile on his face.

After all, Min Hang was hanging from a crooked neck tree like him.

【system. 】

[What's the matter, host. 】The voice of the colorful little muffin came from his head.

[According to the progress of your system, the protagonist Gong Shou is already sitting in the same room,] Meng Yunchi carelessly flicked the tea leaves in the gaiwan with the lid of the cup, [Sitting in the same room, is it equivalent to already being able to communicate deeply? Can this be converted into the task progress? 】

[...No, host, the data shows that the plot has not yet reached a critical point. 】

[Show me the coolness of the protagonist. 】

【OK. ] A light screen that only Meng Yunchi can see appeared in front of him, [The main character's attack speed: -99+, the main character's receiving speed: 8. 】

Ok

When did the coolness of Fengyu Tower increase by eight points?

There is no lower limit to the coolness of the protagonist, but there is an upper limit, but it is only [-]. It is difficult to get it up, and it is also linked to the progress of the task.

After much deliberation, Meng Yunchi could only attribute the reason to the time he gave the Fire Jade. It seems that that Jade did have a great effect on Fengyulou.

He stood up, "Since the brother is temporarily in seclusion and can't see him, I can only visit again at another time, so I won't bother you today, thank you nephew for your hospitality."

Feng Yulou also stood up, "Then I'll see off Junior Uncle and Junior Brother Min."

Meng Yunchi turned around and held Min Hangyuan, looked at Feng Yulou and said slowly: "Master and nephew stay, don't need to see each other off."

His eyes are very beautiful, the pupils are light-colored, and the arc at the end of the eyes is very graceful, and there is a special charm when opening and closing the eyes. A casual glance can give people the illusion of affection.

Feng Yulou's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Little uncle, go slowly."

When the big and small figures stepped out of the palace gate, Feng Yulou watched their figures walk away from the gate until they disappeared.

"Little Martial Uncle," he murmured while lowering his head, rubbing the fire jade in his hand, his voice was so low that it almost disappeared in the empty hall: "Are you still the same person?"

Meng Yunchi brought people to the mountainside, "Can you control the sword?"

Min Hangyuan quietly hid the hand holding the sword back, "No."

Meng Yunchi ignored his actions, thinking that it was normal for such a young child not to know how to control a sword.

He called out Liu Xu, leaned over and hugged Min Hangyuan: "Don't move around." Then he stepped on the sword and walked away with the sword.

Liu Xu is a light sword, brisk and nimble, with a streamer lingering around the blade, it is a high-grade magic weapon bestowed by Fengxi to the original owner.

Min Hangyuan stretched out one hand to grab Meng Yunchi's skirt, and a small piece of hair flying in the turbulent wind caught his fingers. He moved, pinched the hair, and touched it without any trace.

Soft and smooth.

How come I didn't find that this person had such a good skin before.

The flying sword fell to the ground quickly, and it was only after Min Hangyuan was placed on the ground that they didn't go back.

"And your second uncle, let's go and see him."

"Yes." Min Hangyuan raised his short legs behind him to follow.

Song Jiangli, the master of Renhua Peak, is a well-known demon cultivator in Chenghua Sect. He studied under Fengxi Xianzun, and no one knows his true identity.

A few days ago, Song Jiangli happened to be back, and when Meng Yunchi brought someone to visit, he ran into him receiving guests above the main hall.

"Senior brother."

The man in Tsing Yi at the head of the hall stood up with a three-point smile on his lips.His facial features are bright and bright, and when he draws his eyebrows, he gives people a sense of warmth.

It feels a bit contradictory.

The man's eyes fell on Min Hangyuan who was behind Meng Yunchi, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a half-smile: "Everyone is wondering who this outstanding disciple who made his debut at the trial meeting will end up with. It was picked up by the younger brother."

Meng Yunchi sat down, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, "He has entered the jade plate under my sect, this time he came to visit Renhua Peak, brother, don't make fun of me, give me some background."

Song Jiangli saw him tilting his head and looking down, his glazed pupils turned slightly, with a little carelessness, his posture really resembled a person.

"Junior Brother," he stared at Meng Yunchi's face, and said slowly, "Your temperament has changed a lot after meeting this time."

"Really," Meng Yunchi used the tea cover to gently shake the tea leaves sloshing in the water. "Many people say that." He raised his eyes and said with a smile, "After all, he has been imprisoned for 200 years, and it's time to change his temper."

Song Jiangli returned to the main seat, "After all, the master is for your own good, and the younger brother needs to be cautious in his words and deeds in the future."

"of course."

"It's the first time for my nephew to meet you, and my uncle doesn't have anything to give you here. I'll give you this Nine Turns Silver Lotion as a gift. Now that I'm with your master, I'll listen to him carefully in the future."

"Yes," Min Hangyuan's childish voice sounded: "Uncle Xie, Xingyuan understands."

The visitor next to him who had been hanging out for a long time finally couldn't help but say: "This is—"

"Yeah..." Song Jiangli seemed to realize that he had been missed, and said calmly, "This is my junior brother, Meng Yunchi."

"So it's Mr. Meng Xianzhang. It's a pleasure to meet you," said the visitor, who looked like a scholar and had two small beards. "

He couldn't say what it was for a while, and felt that no words were suitable to describe it.

"Xiangguo," Song Jiangli interrupted him, "I have already understood your situation. It is understandable that Master Qi is obsessed with painting, but that painting is something from the devil world, and people with low cultivation levels cannot bear it, let alone him. He is just an ordinary person with no spiritual power, although Lord Qi is the real dragon emperor in this world, he is still only a mortal child after all. It is a blessing that he survived the attack of devil energy, but now he still has that painting."

Xiangguo lowered his head, feeling ashamed.

There are very few monks in the secular world of the human world. Ordinary people have no way of cultivating immortals. He can be an official to the prime minister with his Golden Core cultivation. This shows how much respect is given to cultivators in the human world.

Qi State is the only big country deservedly in the human world. Over the past few years, it has annexed neighboring countries and swept the world.

However, a few years ago, Zheng Jiewan got a painting from nowhere, and when he saw it, he was fascinated. He lived with him in the same room every day, and never let others touch that painting, cherishing it very much.

The problem was in the painting. Xiangguo had seen that painting before, and it had a corrupt and dark atmosphere from inside to outside, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

There is magic energy attached to it.

Seeing that Master Qi was getting thinner day by day, Xiangguo stopped court for a long time just to stay with that painting.He had repeatedly advised His Majesty that the atmosphere of this painting was not clear, and advised His Majesty to stay away from it, but His Majesty immediately became furious and kicked him out of the palace, not allowing him to mention this matter again.

Xiangguo was in a dilemma, his cultivation was not enough, he couldn't measure the depth of the painting, and he was helpless because of Qizhu's obsessive attitude.

The first time Song Jiangli said that Zheng Jiewan had to seal up the painting and throw it away, otherwise the devilish energy attached to the painting would continue to suck his energy.

Xiangguo reported the truth to Master Qi, but Master Qi did not do so, but put him away. However, he became normal for a while and then began to lose weight, and he was out of his mind every day.

Old love relapses.

Song Jiangli didn't want to intervene too much in the affairs of the human world, so he only told him a few words. Since the other party didn't follow suit, he didn't need to follow the persuasion, and let them make troubles on their own.

From the beginning to the end, only Xiangguo was in a hurry.

The state of Qi is huge, but the ruler of the state is affected by the evil energy, so he does not go to court early every day, and just stays in the room with the vice-painter, so who can handle state affairs

Zheng Jiewan fought and conquered the world all his life, and he held great power in his hands. If something happened to him and no one was in the town, Xiangguo couldn't imagine what this still young empire would look like.

Song Jiangli saw that Xiangguo blushed, and said halfway: "I asked Duan Qian to go with you, and it just so happens that he is also going out to practice." He turned the back of his hand, bent his knuckles, and tapped twice The handrail made a soft and clear voice: "This is the last time, and those who cultivate immortals should not care about the affairs of the human world."

"Yes, yes, yes." Xiangguo replied again and again, constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve under Song Jiangli's pressure.

"Where's Junior Brother?" Song Jiangli turned his head, "You've been in Zilai Peak for more than 200 years, it's really boring for a long time, but you have to go down the mountain to the human world, but you seldom go out before."

"Hmm..." Meng Yunchi looked at him, "Going down the mountain"

"That's right," Song Jiangli smiled slightly, "Master and brother must have never seen the customs of the human world. You grew up in the sect, but you haven't been out of the sect a few times."

"That's good too," Meng Yunchi rolled up his sleeves, "I'm not in a stable state of mind yet, so it's good to go out and see more things to sharpen my mind."

When Xiangguo heard that someone was going with him, he almost cried with joy, "Thank you, Immortal Chief, thank you Peak Master Song, I will go back and send someone to fetch you and your people."

"No need," Meng Yunchi got up, "You can go back today, we will arrive tomorrow, and there is no need to send anyone."

"Okay...okay, thank you, thank you." Xiangguo thanked him by turning around like a spinning top.

After Xiangguo left, Meng Yunchi bid farewell to Song Jiangli, "Today I brought my disciples over to see us. Since there is nothing else to do, I won't bother you, brother." He cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

Song Jiangli nodded.

After waiting for the person to leave for a long time, he looked at the herbal tea on the table that was no longer steaming, and was a little lost in thought.

"Master," Min Hangyuan hugged Meng Yunchi's neck, "Are you going out?"

Seeing his reddish nose tip from the wind, Meng Yunchi raised his hand and drew a wind shield to protect him inside, "Yeah."

"Can I go out too?"

Meng Yunchi didn't even look at him: "You just entered the sect not long ago, so you want to go out so soon"

"But Master is not in the sect either."

Meng Yunchi thought for a moment: "When I go back, I will give you a Heart Sutra. If you can comprehend it within a day, I will take you there tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

[Ding ~ The coolness of the protagonist: +5, the current coolness of the protagonist: -99+]

Meng Yunchi frowned slightly, but said nothing.

That night Min Hangyuan held himself in the room with the Heart Sutra and stood in front of Meng Yunchi the next day, "Master, I have understood everything, can I go out with you now?"

Meng Yunchi immediately pointed to Min Hangyuan's forehead: "Tuma."

The spiritual power in Min Hangyuan's body flowed slowly, slowly infiltrating every inch of meridians in his body in a continuous manner, flowing in an orderly manner without any sign of stagnation.

Sure enough, he is the favored child of destiny.

Meng Yunchi withdrew his hand: "Okay, you go with me."

"Master." Min Hangyuan stretched out his arms and looked directly at him without blinking.

The intention is obvious.

Meng Yunchi looked at him for a while before leaning over and hugging him.

Min Hangyuan grabbed Meng Yunchi's shoulder and smiled where he couldn't see.

This body is still too small to reach his previous cultivation for the time being, but now he is cultivating according to the resources Meng Yunchi gave him, in order not to let the other party see any clues.

Duan Qian didn't go with them, he had already left alone, and arrived at the imperial city of Qi State early.

Standing on the willow catkins, Meng Yunchi flew with his sword in the air, holding a small child in his arms. It took him half a day to reach the imperial city, and Duan Qian had already entered the palace.

Dislike so far.

Meng Yunchi hid his figure while tsk tsk tsk, holding the little hand next to him: "Hold tight, don't get lost."

Min Hangyuan felt it was very novel, it was the first time he was treated like a child, and he stretched out his hand to hold the slender palm, warmly.

The two ignored the guards of the imperial city, and went straight through the towering wall gate, and arrived at the ten-mile long street in Huai'an, which was filled with fireworks and shouts.