Dressed as a cannon fodder

"gentlemen."

Meng Yunchi held the scroll in his hand and looked up at him, "I'm back."

The handsome young man at the bottom was full of smiles, holding a bag of things in his hand: "Yes, Xianzun asked me to bring some new tea for sir." He saw that the tea on the table had cooled down, "I'll change it for sir. "

The tea steam is wrapped in a delicate fragrance and drifts away leisurely, which is refreshing.

Wen Yin stood beside him, "What do you think sir?"

Meng Yunchi picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Not bad."

Wen Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, half drooping, "Calculating the time, Mr. Min is about to leave the customs."

He never called Min Hangyuan and Feng Yulou senior brothers, and always put himself in the position of a servant, even though he was already half of Meng Yunchi's disciple.

"Yes." Meng Yunchi stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, "It's almost there."

He hasn't gone anywhere in the past 40 years, and has been staying in Chenghuazong in a well-behaved manner, neither causing trouble nor making a sound, occasionally meeting Yunhua in the Mingxi Palace, and he never gave him a cold face. treat.

The situation of being targeted by the sect has eased.

That night when Meng Yunchi was resting on the bed, he noticed that his limbs were slightly heavy. He moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a black dragon with a thick bowl mouth coiled on his bed. He opened his eyes and closed his eyes with an air of disdain for all living beings, four paws clutching his brocade quilt, uttering words.

"Master."

Meng Yunchi woke up with a start.

He felt something was wrong for a while, and turned his head suddenly, and he saw a black figure standing by the bed, it seemed that he had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.

"Master."

It was exactly the same as the voice in the dream.

The black figure came out slowly, tall and tall, with a stern and deep face, as if there was a piece of ice in his eyes that could not be melted.

The two looked at each other, the ice suddenly melted, and the sharpness on the other side softened a little, and he called again: "Master."

"It's time to leave..." Meng Yunchi was a little dazed.

"Yes," Min Hangyuan smiled, snapped his fingers, and stretched out his hand to grab him.

The aroma is in my arms.

Under the trance-like expression of the other party, he used his fingers to outline the outline of his face, then buried his head on the back of his neck, kissed the slightly protruding neck bone, and licked it gently.

Meng Yunchi's figure is very thin, so he can easily hold him in his arms, giving people the illusion that the other party belongs to him and is under his control.

The desire in Min Hangyuan's heart was aroused, he slightly unbuttoned his upper skirt, and kissed down his spine lightly, he pricked his fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood accumulated on them.

Min Hangyuan printed blood beads on the second raised spine of Meng Yunchi's back neck, and there was a little red mark on his extremely fair skin, which looked like a fingerprint, more like a mark.

Not abrupt.

very beautiful.

Meng Yunchi's eyes were half-opened, his head hung down and he remained motionless, wanting anything he wanted.

The night passed, and when Meng Yunchi woke up the next day, he touched the back of his neck, and his fingertips inadvertently scratched the red mark. He didn't notice it, and asked the system: [System, was anyone here last night? 】

The fat manniao who watched the whole process last night: [...No, host, you must be having a nightmare. 】

【Is it? 】Meng Yunchi frowned slowly, always feeling that there was some disobedience, as if there was another person's breath in this room.

But the system said no, it might be that he really had some strange dream, after all, since he crossed over, he almost had some inexplicable dream every time he fell asleep.

Dressed neatly, Meng Yunchi sat in front of the mirror for a while, someone came in from the door, stood behind him, stretched out his hand to hold a handful of blue silk, and slowly combed his hair.

Meng Yunchi only thought it was the palace maid or Wen Yin, so he didn't react much, he closed his eyes and breathed out.After a while, feeling out of breath, Meng Yunchi turned his gaze to the mirror in front of him, which happened to meet the gaze of the person behind him.

Min Hangyuan already looks like a young man, with a stern face and deep contours, which really fits the image of the cool and domineering Long Aotian, the protagonist Gong, and his whole body is about to overflow with aggressiveness.

But he is obsessed with a small comb to comb his hair.

Meng Yunchi turned to look at him, "Out of customs?"

"Yes, Master," Min Hangyuan said with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "I'm out of customs."

Logically speaking, it is impolite to look down on the elders, but there is nothing against Min Hangyuan, as if he was born to stand above all the people, to look down on them, to look down on all living beings in the world.

Min Hangyuan saw Shizun raised his neck, his hair spread a little to one side, revealing the undulating throatline underneath, the smile in the corners of his eyes deepened, and the sunlight cast from behind made his shadow envelop Shizun inside, like some kind of omen of possession.

"Turn back, Master, I'll tie your hair for you."

Meng Yunchi responded with a low voice, and turned his head back.

He knew that Meng Yunchi didn't like wearing crowns, so he tied his hair with a headband and fixed it with a white jade hairpin, "Okay, Master."

"Well," Meng Yunchi stood up, "Let's go."

Min Hangyuan followed slowly with his hands behind his back.

Mingxi Palace is lightly smoked, and the well-arranged pavilions are like Penglai on the sea, full of fairy spirit.

Meng Yunchi sat at the head of the hall, facing Min Hangyuan who was behind him and said: "Go and offer tea to your master."

"Yes."

The fairy maid came forward with the food table, Min Hangyuan took the teacup with both hands, and looked at the person in the first place.

She is dressed in white clothes that are as good as snow, warm and moist as jade, with picturesque eyebrows, and her temperament is like spring wind turning into rain, but there is an unknown majestic and fierce meaning hidden in the rain.

Just for him.

Minhangyuan didn't show anything on his face, and served the tea respectfully.

The person who has reached the perfect state is so keen, he is almost in harmony with the heaven and the earth. At the height of the sky, the abyss of the polar earth, all things like dogs, wind and rain, flowers and leaves intertwined, all under the shroud of his spiritual consciousness.

He probably noticed Min Hangyuan's little action last night.

Feng Xi took a sip of the tea, with a slight smile in his eyes, he said to Meng Yunchi: "This little apprentice Yunchi is extremely talented, and he is born with such a dignified appearance, he will definitely make great achievements in the future."

Meng Yunchi gathered his sleeves and returned to his senses, with a calm expression: "Master's praise."

"He was less than eight years old when he worshiped you as his teacher," Feng Xi sighed, "he's already this old now."

"Um……"

"Recently, I'm still in a bad mood"

"It won't work in the long run, I'll ask Jiang Lilian to give you a calming pill, so that you can breathe more into meditation and save your mind." Fengxi's tongue swept his palate, "Is there anything on Yunchi's mind recently?"

"Nothing, Master, just rest for two days."

After sitting for a while, the two resigned, and Fengxi was the only one left in the huge palace. He put down the tea cup and whispered: "Don't always contradict me like this." After a moment of silence, the whisper was tinged with sadness: "You obviously don't remember anything..."

After returning to Shaoyue Hall, the maidservant informed the front hall that there were visitors, and Wen Yin was entertaining them.Meng Yunchi heard the sound and went to find that the person sitting in the guest seat was Song Jiangli.

"Second brother."

Song Jiangli was still in the blue gown, turned his head and said: "Junior brother is back." He put down the fan, and used the lid of the bowl to gently shake the tea leaves floating in the water, "Nephew Min has also left the customs."

He has a familiar posture, obviously he has been here many times during the decades of retreat in Minhangyuan.

"Nephew Min's appearance has changed a lot."

Min Hangyuan said politely: "Master."

Song Jiangli nodded with a smile, and said to Meng Yunchi, "Look what I brought you."

He took out a fox cub from his sleeve, and as soon as it came out, he howled, "People from the Zongmen found a fox den in Beiyuan, and there was no trace of the big fox. There is only one little fox left in the den. It's hungry." A few days."

"They brought it back. It just so happened that you said a while ago that Shaoyue Palace is deserted and there is nothing to do for entertainment, so I asked for it."

The fox cub had a good voice, closed his eyes and howled loudly, like a night wolf howling at the moon.

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead: "Very energetic."

Min Hangyuan could see that he had a headache from the noise, so he turned his eyes and fixed on the fox cub who was still whining non-stop.

The fox cub's voice paused, then he shut his mouth for a while and began to tremble.

Its intelligence is not developed, it can only be regarded as an ordinary creature in the human world, and it has an instinctive fear of the absolute crushing pressure of the magic dragon.

Meng Yunchi glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to take the little animal over. As soon as the fox cub was picked up, he immediately ripped off his clothes with his arms and legs and burrowed inside.

Min Hangyuan: "..."

This fox seemed to be quite talented in a certain aspect, Song Jiangli twitched the corner of his eyes twice, regretting sending it out just now.

"Thank you, brother."

Meng Yunchi patted its head, "It's good to add some vitality to this place."

It poked out half of its head from the skirt, turned its face to the right, and looked to the left with wide-open eyes.

Xiaobai: I know this one well, dog head.jpg

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Song Jiangli coughed slightly, "I came from the yard, and the lilies planted over there are blooming just right, I must have gone to take care of them in my free time." He laughed and said, "The younger brother really loves the lilies."

Meng Yunchi lowered his head and scratched the cub's chin, "I haven't taken care of it, they grew by themselves."

"Hmm." Song Jiangli suspected that he was hallucinating.

"I don't like lilies." Meng Yunchi continued.

Song Jiangli's face froze, his whole body was so tense that even his fingers were twitching slightly, he heard himself ask: "Why don't you like my junior brother who used to cherish Lily like that and take care of it every day, why don't you like it all of a sudden?"

"Never liked it."

The shattering sound of the gaiwan falling on the ground made Meng Yunchi look up. He saw Song Jiangli's bewildered expression that did not match his gorgeous face, "Never have you..."

what about you

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but slowly reached out and brushed off the water droplets on his sleeve, steamed it dry with spiritual power, and regained his composure in the blink of an eye: "Junior Brother laughed, I suddenly remembered that there is still something to do in Renhua Peak Deal with it, I have something to leave first, this fox cub," he glanced lightly at the peeking gaze protruding from Meng Yunchi's arms, and said, "I will give it to my junior, how to deal with it is up to my junior."

The little fox cub trembled, faintly aware of a sense of crisis, and retracted with a whoosh.

"Brother, go slowly."

Song Jiangli left Shaoyue Hall, Yujian returned to Renhua Peak, he shrank back to his bedroom, with five fingers together, the two heavy doors closed instantly.

The cyan clothes slowly changed, the blood-like color spread from the corners, overshadowing the pale cyan, and it returned to its original appearance within a few breaths. A cluster of strange red patterns appeared between Song Jiangli's forehead.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the flower print on his forehead, his whole body was fiery red, which matched his complexion even more, as if he was born with only this bright and flamboyant color that matched him best.

"I've never liked it before." Song Jiangli lowered his head and said softly, "Then what should I do..."