Dressed as a cannon fodder

The fox cub devoured the jerky. It seemed that he was really starving. Meng Yunchi got some spiritual spring water for him, saw the locks of hair sticking to his fluffy body, and wondered when he would take him for a bath. bath.

Minhangyuan was picking an unknown lemon next to him.

When he first entered the sect, apart from being led by Meng Yunchi for a while at the beginning, he spent the rest of his life in retreat and grew wildly. How could he have received such treatment.

"Master, this little fox is greedy and can't get enough to eat. If you feed him any more, he will be overwhelmed."

Meng Yunchi came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to touch the chubby belly of the other party, and lifted the fox cub, "I have eaten enough." The fox blinked and looked at him pitifully: "Aww~"

Meng Yunchi: "..."

Meng Yunchi was defeated, "I'll give you one piece, no more."

The fox cub shook his tail excitedly, and licked his hand like a dog.

Meng Yunchi moved his fingers slightly, rubbing the cub's unique soft hair, a little addicted.

Min Hangyuan observed carefully for a long time, and suddenly found that his master, it turned out——is a fuzz control

Min Hangyuan, who was slippery and scaly and hairless, said: "..."

Some kind of opportunity was lost.

After the night, Meng Yunchi took the fox cub to Lingquan, and the cub plunged into the water of Lingquan pool and swam happily.Meng Yunchi stirred the water surface again and again, creating ripples circle after circle.

The fox cub swam back and cupped Meng Yunchi's hand with the tip of his nose, inviting him to come down and dig.

System: This is unavoidable, silly boy, take a look at the person next to him who can kill with his eyes.

Silly children have no sense.

The silly boy yelled at Meng Yunchi.

"Master, the water in the Lingquan is cold, let it not swim for so long, it's almost time to go back."

Meng Yunchi thought for a moment: "That's fine." It waved at the fox cub, and raised its hand when the other party swam over. The fox cub left its source of happiness, and immediately called out pitifully again.

Meng Yunchi wrapped it in the prepared towel, and dried its hair while walking back.

Seeing that there was no effect of being miserable, the fox cub whimpered into Meng Yunchi's arms, and then pretended to cry inside.

Minhangyuan: Noisy.

Three days later, Shaoyue Hall welcomed a guest, a familiar face whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Xiangguo looks almost the same as 40 years ago, with two small beards, like a magic stick.

Xiangguo asked Meng Yunchi to go to Qiguo to see Zheng Jiewan for the last time.

Zheng Jiewan is dying.

The erosion of demonic energy in the early years left hidden dangers to his body, coupled with the years of worrying later, and devoting himself to the affairs of Qi, Zheng Jiewan's body was gradually overdrawn, and finally collapsed two years ago.

After all, he is a mortal. Affected by the years, his health is deteriorating day by day.

After hearing this, Meng Yunchi was silent for a long time, and agreed.

It's the beginning of autumn in the human world, and the climate is already slightly cool. A lot of dead branches and yellow leaves have fallen on the rice paddies of the houses, and they creak when stepped on.

Meng Yunchi avoided a muddy puddle and looked up at the towering imperial city Huai'an in the distance.

The prosperity of Huai'an is no longer comparable to that of the past. The prosperous scene created by Zheng Jiewan has become a place that many foreigners yearn for.

There are a variety of high-rise buildings, and the Baili Long Street is sleepless at night.

With a flash of his figure, he shrank into an inch in place, and arrived in the palace in an instant.

The bedroom was quiet.

The palace people who usually come and go are gone, Meng Yunchi lifted his foot to walk in, climbed up the steps, crossed the palace gate hall, and saw a figure on the bed behind the screen.

He went around the screen to look, only to see a man with gray hair turning his head to look out the window.

Zheng Jiewan withdrew his gaze from the window, turned his head and said with a smile, "You are finally here."

For monks, 40 years is just a blink of an eye, but for ordinary people, 40 years is a shameful half of life.

Zheng Jiewan is old, his face is no longer young, his cheeks are covered with sickly gray, and half of his body has already stepped into the loess.

He squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't see clearly, and said softly: "Can the Immortal Elder come closer?"

The sleeve robe brushed past, Meng Yunchi walked to the bedside, but saw him stretch out his hand tremblingly, took Meng Yunchi's hand and put it under his lips, said "that's abrupt", then covered his lips with restraint. Touch and split.

Meng Yunchi didn't brush it away.

"The first half of my life was a soldier, but the second half of my life was trapped in the intrigue of the court. Even though this emperor sits on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I never got what I wanted," Zheng Jiewan's voice was faint, revealing an old meaning. : "This seat is not comfortable."

In addition to being conscientious, you have to deal with the intrigues and intrigues of all parties, braking the balance, and exhausting your body and mind.

"Xianchang, Daqi is prosperous and prosperous, and the floods in the south of the Yangtze River have been rectified in 11 years. I have been in power for 49 years, and I have never slacked off on anything." Zheng Jiewan bowed his head and squeezed the golden brocade quilt: "What you said back then , I did it. If I don’t ask Xiangguo to find the fairy head, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see the fairy head again until I die.”

"But I should be content," he said with a sudden look in his eyes. "After years of fine clothes and good food, these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are all my ink and wash. Let me color them. What else can I not get?"

Even if he couldn't get what he wanted, he still won't lose some scenery during the chase. Although he will never be able to catch up, at least there has been some change in his mood.

Meeting Meng Yunchi had already fulfilled his last wish, Zheng Jiewan leaned against the bed, with an expression of exhaustion after struggling, looking at the man who had been standing silently all this time, he said with a smile: "Immortal Chang, Heaven and Man The posture has not changed a bit for so many years."

"Cultivator..." There was a bit of longing in his eyes, and he murmured: "It's so good to be free and unrestrained..."

"..."

Meng Yunchi sighed softly: "It's good that your Majesty can let go, some things are just illusory phantoms, if you can't chase them, you will fall into the sky if you make a mistake, and you will pay for yourself."

"The person in the painting is not me, although he is born exactly like me." Meng Yunchi rolled up his sleeves and said slowly: "It's time for your majesty to remove the influence of the person in the painting in your heart."

"Really?" Zheng Jiewan shook his head and smiled noncommittally.

Seeing his tired face, Meng Yunchi felt that he would not bother him any more, and left with Zheng Jiewan.

"Your Majesty still needs to take a good rest and recuperate. I will take my leave first."

Zheng Jiewan tilted his head to watch the thin figure go away, his long hair reached the ground in an arc, winding a graceful arc on the ground.It was the figure that he had been looking up to and yearning for for so many years. It was out of reach, as if he could touch it with his hand, but it was farther away than the stars in the bright night sky.

He stretched out five fingers to explore in the void, his vision gradually blurred.

Three days later, Zheng Jiewan, the ruler of Qi, died.

Due to the scarcity of the palace and the lack of heirs, the offshoots of the royal family scrambled for the throne, the clan was in chaos, and the treacherous ministers made troubles, causing a bloody storm in the court.

Standing on the top of the hill, Meng Yunchi watched the two heavy gates of the royal tombs slowly closing a hundred miles away, and said in a soft voice: "Fate is hard to break. People can't always live according to their own wishes and get what they want. I hope You can be safe and happy in your next life, and your life will be smooth, and you will no longer be pinned on an illusory phantom, and you will suffer from so many years of heart disease in vain."

"goodbye……"

His voice died in the wind.

May happiness, peace, worry-free, and never see each other again in the next life.