Dressed as a cannon fodder

Countless streamers of light streaked across the sky, leaving behind silvery tails, and those with a good vision could still see the shadowy figure above the silvery light.The farmers who were busy in the fields raised their heads to look at it one after another, and shouted for their wives to come out to see the gods.

The fierce cold wind blew past his ears, Min Hangyuan hugged the body in his arms tightly, forming a protective screen around his body to block the cold wind, he only felt the body in his arms was warm and moist, and there was a touch of warmth in his arms. A bit skinny.

Song Jiangli led the way in front of him, looked back and said: "There is a small town ahead, you can rest there for a while, I will take care of Yunchi later, you take him to follow first."

"it is good."

Originally, a group of people set off from Cheng Huazong, and before reaching the seaside, they all flew with their own swords and crossed this piece of land.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the journey, Meng Yunchi's spiritual power suddenly stagnated, catkins lost control, and he fell from the sky defenselessly. If Min Hangyuan hadn't been paying attention to him all the time and stepped forward to catch him in time, he would have fallen from that height , I am afraid that even the monks will be smashed into pieces.

Fortunately, there was nothing serious about the person, staying in the small town, Song Jiangli gave him the pill after seeing it for him, and the group was divided into two groups, one group took a step ahead, and the other group slowly caught up.

Meng Yunchi took a sip of the hot water poured by Minhangyuan, and slowly said: "Now I'm a drag on you, so you still have to stay and wait for me."

"That's not true," Song Jiangli sorted out the pills. "We are indeed in a hurry. I'm afraid there will be no one to answer us if we go early. It's better to slow down now."

Meng Yunchi knew that the other party was comforting him, so he stopped talking and put down his glass: "Let's go."

"Brother, you--"

"No need, let's go, brother."

"……it is good."

Min Hangyuan stood beside Meng Yunchi without any trace, "Let me take Master with me."

Song Jiangli squinted his eyes and turned his head: "What?"

"I will lead the master, uncle, you still have to lead the way."

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead, "Alright."

Song Jiangli: "..."

Min Hang Yuan controlled the sword off the ground, and said in a low voice: "Master, be careful."

"Ah."

The long sword flew out like a string, and Min Hangyuan stood firmly, holding Meng Yunchi's slightly swaying waist with one hand, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

"You haven't improved your swordsmanship for 40 years?" Meng Yunchi subconsciously put his elbow against the opponent's arm to stabilize his figure.

"It's because I haven't had the chance to go out to defend the sword because I have been in retreat for too long."

"That's right," Min Hangyuan said, "If I don't come out for 40 years, I'll be bored into a gourd in the stone room, or wait until I go back and Master will teach me."

Meng Yunchi patted the bastard's arm, motioned him to hold the sword slowly, and thought to himself that when he went back, he would ask Yunhua to set up a sword formation in Ziyu Peak, put Min Hangyuan in there and lock him up for a year or two. Not to mention Yujian flying, you can go directly to the sky.

How could the protagonist Gong not be able to control the sword?

As the child grew up, he became more cautious. Meng Yunchi thought melancholy, should he be let go, Gao Fei and the protagonist should be sent away.

Feng Yulou, who was one step ahead, sneezed on the way to Yujian.

...beauty even sneezes gracefully.

He made a U-turn, followed the team and put away the long swords under his feet. The group of people landed on the pier, and there were several magnificent and huge sea ships parked in front of them. It is magnificent.

A person dressed in blue and white Zongfu greeted him, and the leader was a young gentleman with a jade face, Fengshen was handsome: "If you dare to ask, you are the elder and fellow Taoist of Cheng Huazong."

Elder Ge stroked his beard and replied, "Exactly."

This place belongs to him with the highest seniority, but if Song Jiangli were here, he might not have the chance to speak.

The young man looked around and said with a smile: "Master Song's younger sister was critically ill decades ago, thanks to Master Song's timely rescue and her wonderful hand, I was still out at that time, so I didn't thank Master Song face to face. If I get a chance today, I must thank Peak Master Song well."

"Peak Master Song hasn't arrived yet, so I may have to trouble the Young Sect Master to wait a little longer. Our group is divided into two groups, and there are still a few people who have not arrived yet."

"Oh but what happened"

"No," Feng Yulou's voice was clear and clear, "it's just a small situation, it won't be too long, just trouble the young master."

"It's not troublesome, but you have just arrived, and you must be exhausted from the journey, so I invite you to take a rest on the boat. Tea and snacks are prepared inside, so you can rest and have fun. How about waiting for Peak Master Song?"

Everyone responded and went to the boat one after another to witness the unique spectacle of the fairy boat in the South China Sea.

The sea ship is extremely huge, with private rooms, private rooms, study rooms and side halls. There are equipped attendants and disciples to communicate with each other. The blue and white Xianmen Zongfu is elegant and clean, giving people a very good first impression.

Fengyu Building climbs up the stairs between the corridors, overlooking the sea from the deck, seagulls shuttle in the field of vision, and a salty and humid air greets the face.

There is a faint glow in the sky.

He turned his vision slightly, and caught a glimpse of several figures coming from Yujian in the distance.

people come.

Ruan Changshan was always paying attention to the movement over there, so he naturally saw the person coming.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but Song Fengzhu"

Song Jiangli landed on the ground, his long hair drew a sharp arc in the air, "Exactly."

Ruan Changshan hurriedly cupped his hands, "Down to Ruan Changshan, the Young Sect Master of Laixian Sect is here to welcome Senior Song and fellow Taoists."

Laixian sect is quite different from other sects, it is a whole family of immortal cultivators, the suzerain is the patriarch, correspondingly, as the eldest son of the suzerain, Ruan Changshan has been the young suzerain since birth and was raised as the successor.Its system is no different from that of the human world.

"Thank you." Song Jiangli nodded, didn't speak to him again, and turned to look at a streamer following behind him.

As the light fell to the ground, Min Xingyuan slowly let go of Meng Yunchi from his arms, caressed the other's lower back inadvertently, and gently rubbed his back behind him.

Ruan Changshan raised his head: "These people are—"

His voice paused, and his face was obviously stunned.

"Young Sect Master, I'm Cheng Huazong Meng Yunchi," Meng Yunchi turned sideways, and continued: "My disciple Min Hangyuan."

Is it rumored that Cheng Huazong is the closed disciple of Xianzun who has been imprisoned for more than 200 years?

Ruan Changshan did not neglect, and hurriedly showed the courtesy to the elders: "Elder Wenxi."

According to legend, the number one beauty in Kyushu has almost never been out of Cheng Huazong, and few people recognize his face, but seeing her today... really lived up to her reputation, even worse than the rumors...

The person behind the other party took two steps forward, and then Ruan Changshan saw Min Hangyuan behind Meng Yunchi. He cast a gaze that was not friendly but could not be faulted. It was so heavy that people unconsciously wanted to avoid it. forcing people.

Ruan Changshan didn't look any further, and led the group into the sea boat, ready to go.

The majestic and magnificent ship oscillates under the sea, swinging a complex rune formation on the sea surface, rotating and driving the ship forward, like a giant monster in the deep sea, breaking through the waves and sinking forward.

The guests in the Yulan hall talked and laughed at Yan Yan, chatted happily with the wine, and the atmosphere was very good.

Song Jiangli called for some tea from the drink on the small table in front of Meng Yunchi. He picked up the blue and white porcelain cup and took a sip, leaving the fragrance on his lips and teeth.

Ruan Changshan entertained the guests at the top, chatted happily with everyone, and carried the upright temperament cultivated by the orthodox family in every gesture, and was gentle and reliable.

Meng Yunchi glanced over and looked down at the tea in the cup that was swaying with the movement of the boat. On his right was Minhangyuan. He didn't touch the glass of wine on the small table, but turned his head to look at him from time to time.

"What?" Meng Yunchi pointed his finger on the table, "Look at what I'm doing."

There seemed to be a smile in Min Hangyuan's voice, and he kept it very low. Meng Yunchi listened attentively, and only heard him say: "I'm looking to see if Master is secretly drinking."

Meng Yunchi: "..."

After a while he felt bored, and thought it would be better to go back to the room and read the miscellaneous notes, rather than just sitting here.

Feng Yulou on the opposite side was sitting upright, with her hips pressed against her heels, wide sleeves hanging down on her sides, her hands neatly placed on her lap, as if she was listening to the people in the lobby, and seemed to be distracted.

There is a dark color in his expression that others can't understand.

"Master."

"Yeah..." Meng Yunchi came back to his senses.

"Master, are you tired? Let's go back to the private room to rest, the smell of alcohol is too strong here."

"...Okay." He gathered his sleeves and got up to leave, and went out with Min Hangyuan.

When the moon-white skirt completely disappeared from the field of vision, Feng Yulou's expression moved slightly, but his eyes did not chase after him. He just looked at Ruan Changshan, who was wearing a blue and white imperial uniform, and pressed his fingertips on the wooden door. On the board, there was a layer of soft and slippery cloth, and it was crushed several times.

"Laixianmen..." He whispered in a voice that no one could hear, and no one knew what kind of emotions were hidden in it.