Dressed as a cannon fodder

The sea ship sailed for nearly four days, and every time it saw land, the ship would avoid driving, because behind the illusion was an unpredictable crisis.

It's all a mirage.

In addition to mirages, the sea is often foggy. When you look out when it is misty, you will always see some vague silhouettes in the fog, which are not very clear, but those strange silhouettes that are not related to each other can evoke people. The fear in my heart seemed to be hiding something unidentifiable in the mist, watching in the dark with a pair of eyes open.

In the afternoon, the fog dissipated, the setting sun was red, and the blue waves were endless. Meng Yunchi leaned against the window and looked at the sea. The orange light of the setting sun reflected by the sea dazzled his eyes, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes and fell asleep.

There was the sound of footsteps coming in from outside the door, and he paced behind him, then pressed his hands on his shoulders, kneading with moderate strength.

"Just went out"

"Well, go out and get some air." The voice continued: "If Master feels tired, lie down and sleep for a while."

"I just woke up not long ago."

Those hands stroked the long hair behind him, revealing half of the red mark underneath, and his fingertips brushed across the fingerprint-like red mark without a trace, Min Xingyuan's hand went up, and pressed Meng Yunchi's temple, gently exerting force.

"But Master still has a tired look on his face, maybe he hasn't had a good rest. You should close your eyes and take a nap for a while to refresh yourself."

Meng Yunchi stopped talking, and listened to the three small systems in his mind beeping and talking about cross talk.

Four days later, the sea ship landed, and Laixian Gate is worthy of being the grand sect of Xianmen. The ancient and dangerous buildings rise high, and the peach blossom forest under the city is shrouded in clouds and mist. At first glance, it is only amazing.

What a fairyland scene.

Everyone disembarked and logged in one after another, Ruan Changshan said in a loud voice: "Senior fellow Taoists, this place is Laixian Gate in Nanzhou, where there are many peach blossom forests, and peach blossom wine is the most famous, if any fellow Taoists want to see it for themselves , when you want to rest, you can go back to the Qianchong building of my school, I have prepared pillows and mats for everyone, you can come back anytime."

"If fellow Taoists feel tired from the long journey, follow me to the Qianchong Building now. My faction has already arranged a private room for you."

Some left with Ruan Changshan, some went out to visit the peach blossom forest by themselves, and some stepped into the gate of the city street and disappeared into the crowd in the distance.

"After a long journey, you must have already felt tired. I will take you to rest here. Please come here."

After Meng Yunchi got off the boat, he was in good spirits and his spirits improved. He followed the crowd and saw the peach blossom forest as far as the eye could see.He stretched out his fingers and twirled one, put it under his nose and sniffed lightly, until the passers-by looked dumbfounded.

Ruan Changshan caught a glimpse, hesitated for a while, walked a little closer on the way, and whispered to Meng Yunchi: "If the elder enters the thousand-story building, it is better to wear a curtain."

"why"

Ruan Changshan watched him hesitant to speak for several times, but finally shook his head and said: "The elder looks good, I'm afraid it will attract people's attention, so I'd better use a pair of curtains to cover it up."

Meng Yunchi didn't take it to heart, and only responded to him saying "Young Master, you are too worried", and followed the crowd into the thousand-story high-rise building that rose one after another, as if climbing up the building, you can use your bare hands. pick the stars.

There is not only one thousand-story building, but a large group of buildings. The distance between buildings is well-proportioned, and there are high bridges connecting them vertically and horizontally.The cornices are upturned, the red walls and blue tiles, and the exquisitely carved long bridge allow people to look at the beautiful scenery of the Taoyuan overlooking the Nanzhou, which is unique.

"Master seems to be in good spirits."

"Yes," Meng Yunchi looked back with a smile on the bridge, "Come down with me and take a stroll around Xiadao, how about the street scene?"

Min Hangyuan's heart beat faster by two minutes, "Okay, I'll listen to Master."

Nanzhou is divided into the upper island and the lower island. The upper island is where Lai Xianmen is located. It is the island in the island. A large piece of land is suspended. Peach blossoms are almost the realism of a fairyland outside the world.

Xiadao is the residence and shopping mall for low-level monks and mortals.

The island is rich, despite having little communication with the outside world.

Abundant spiritual energy and rich minerals, there are spiritual grasses all over the land two miles away from the residents' residences. Although the grade is not high, it is a rare sight for the outside world to grow such a large area.

Min Hangyuan took him to Xiadao and covered him with a curtain.

"Um"

"Master, please don't take the young master's words seriously. After all, Master is very ostentatious."

As a man, Meng Yunchi, who is always praised or criticized for his overly ostentatious appearance: ...is not very happy.

He obediently put on the curtain, "Let's go."

Even the back view revealed a bit of unhappiness.

cute, think...

——It’s a beautiful idea.

The vast street stalls sell everything, spiritual plants, talismans, small spiritual beasts... everything.

Meng Yunchi shuttled through the dazzling array of vendors, stepped into a jade shop, and carefully looked at the jade pieces inside the shop with his hands behind his back.

The shop was incensed, and strands of tobacco seeped out from the incense burner, intertwined with each other and dissipated.He walked around the shop full of sandalwood for a while, and saw a palm-sized black jade rough stone on the Duobaoge shelf.

"boss."

"Hey, this way."

The owner of the jade shop is a middle-aged man who is obsessed with folding fans. He walked over and opened the fan with a "snap", "What do you want, my lord?"

"That." Meng Yunchi pointed to the original Moyu stone.

The boss's folding fan closed again with a "snap", "Master, you have good eyesight."

"It's just that this piece of jade is not for sale."

"Not for sale"

"Yes," the boss said meaningfully: "You can meet but you can't ask for it."

"I'll exchange something with you."

"Haha, young master is really good at joking. It took me a lot of effort to get this rough stone. I even felt that no jade craftsman could carve it well, so I was reluctant to start the work. I—"

The boss's voice paused, and seeing the jade pendant Meng Yunchi took out from the ring, his eyes straightened.

Feng Xi gave too many jade pendants, he really didn't wear them very much, and they still accumulated dust, but now they showed a wonderful effect.

The jade pendant given by Venerable Fengxi of Cheng Hua Zong is not a first-class top-quality jade, this boss will not fail to recognize a good jade.

"Change?"

"Change!" A different smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, and he said, "It's because I don't know Mount Tai, so I'm a fairy." He asked the waiter in the shop to pack the rough stone and bring it to Meng Yunchi, " The piece of jade from Immortal Elder is precious, and I exchanged it here for my black jade, if you want to find a good carver, you can contact the shop."

Meng Yunchi weighed the brocade box wrapped in cloth, "No need, I will do it myself."

The owner's eyebrows twitched, secretly regretting that the piece of jade would suffer, but he couldn't say much because of his soft mouth, so he gave it away with a smile on his face.

When the two went out, Min Hangyuan, who had been silent by the side, suddenly said, "What does Master want this jade for?"

"Didn't you hear it just now?" Meng Yunchi said casually, "Take it back and process it."

"Master, you put so much effort into giving it away?"

"Ah."

"Who will Master give it to?" Min Hangyuan suddenly became sour.

"There are so many problems." Meng Yunchi frowned.

Min Hangyuan: "..." Even more sour.

Walking to the busiest place, there were street vendors shouting and shouting, Meng Yunchi was attracted to the sight, walked to the stall, picked up a small rattle, and spun it around.

The bullets hitting the drum make a rhythmic sound.

"Master"

"I remember..." Meng Yunchi thought for a moment, "Did I buy one for you..."

Min Hangyuan: "..."

Gan!

He was burned!

"Yes, Master," Min Hangyuan scratched his palm with his clenched fingers, and said without blinking, "But I accidentally lost it not long after."

"Is that so..."

Meng Yunchi bought the small rattle and walked towards Minhangyuan.

The corners of Min Hangyuan's lips were slightly pursed, and he was about to speak, but Meng Yunchi passed him directly, and walked to the mother and son behind him, the child was clamoring for something to buy.The mother looked a little embarrassed, and was about to pick him up and walk away.

The rattle in Meng Yunchi's hand caught the child's attention, and he babbled with his mouth open: "Goo... small drum..."

He got the drum, giggled, turned his wrist, and the drum head made a sound.

The mother spoke in a low voice, and said to this stranger: "Thank you."

"No need."

The woman nodded to him, and left with the child laughing through tears.Meng Yunchi withdrew his hand and watched their backs go away.

Are all the inhabitants of this island really so rich?

He raised his head to look at the upper island, and the upper island was floating above the lower island, and the superiority in the field of vision was already overwhelming.

When we returned to Qianzhong Building, it was already night.They leaned on the railing to see the lights of thousands of families on the island under their feet. The lights emitted by the human world's living quarters trembled like faint fluorescent lights in the quiet and dark night.

There are Kongming lanterns released from the lower realm around the Qianzhong Building.

It was written all over it.

They thought these fairies would see it

Meng Yunchi took off the curtain fence and flew up to the top of the building, only to see that the Kongming lanterns were blocked by the invisible shield around the thousand-story building, and he couldn't get close to the thousand-story building at all.

He stood and watched for a long time, until his legs were about to go numb, Min Hangyuan came up to look for someone.

"Master."

Min Hangyuan stepped forward in two steps and put the cloak on him, almost wrapping him in his arms.

"Don't look, Master."

stop looking.

There is nothing there.

Meng Yunchi suddenly came back to his senses, and found that the surrounding Kongming lanterns had already been shot down, and the faint sound of the piano came from several thousand-story buildings in the distance, accompanied by a few vague laughter.

His mind was empty and he couldn't think of anything, only his hands and feet felt extremely cold.

Sensing that the person in his arms was trembling very slightly, Min Hangyuan picked him up and flew back to the room, and put him on the bed.

"Master"

Meng Yunchi clutched his skirt, "Don't go."

"Yes, I won't go."

Meng Yunchi's fingertips turned white, "It's dark and cold, let's light a lamp..."

"Okay." Min Hangyuan moved his fingertips slightly, and the candle suddenly ignited by itself.

"Well... why am I still alone..."

Min Hangyuan touched his forehead and felt the cold sweat on his hand.

"Is it just me..."

Min Hangyuan was startled to realize that Meng Yunchi was talking to himself.

Meng Yunchi's eyes lost focus and trembled.

He was about to explode in pain.

It hurts everywhere.

It seemed that something was going to break through his flesh and blood to escape.

There was a sudden riot in the depths of the forbidden area, and the guarding disciples hurriedly used their swords to go to Ziyu Peak. As soon as they stepped on the flying sword, they saw a light-colored streamer flying across the dark night, flying straight to the depths of the forbidden area.

The disciple suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it will be good when the immortal master arrives.

After nearly half an hour, Fengxi looked at the surrounding deep valley that had returned to calm, and put the Yuan Dan, which was about to be dark in color, into his sleeve, for fear of breaking it.

The cracks on it are getting bigger and bigger, and if the Yuan Dan shatters as the cracks widen, then the Yuan Dan will be considered completely useless.

Fengxi wrapped it with her own spiritual power and tried to repair it over and over again, but there was still no way to restore it to its original state.

Once a crack is created, no matter how much it is repaired, it still cannot cover up the fact that it has been hurt.

Feng Xi stood silently until dawn, exhaled in the dewy morning, turned and left.

When Meng Yunchi woke up, he found himself lying on the couch, with brocade quilts and clothes overlapping and messy.He stood up, aware of the smell of blood in his mouth.

He put two fingers between his lips and teeth and groped for a moment, then he took it out to have a look, it was stained with blood.

Not his own.

whose is that

It happened that someone pushed the door and walked in. Min Hangyuan held a food case and said softly: "Master, wake up and drink some medicine."

He squatted down in front of Meng Yunchi, looked up at the person on the bed, his expression unchanged: "I've been up for half a night, let's take advantage of it before it's cold."

Meng Yunchi lowered his head, his eyes slid across his face, slowly lowered, and settled on the side of the other's neck.

There was a very deep tooth mark there, and blood was still oozing out.

This is...he bit

Meng Yunchi really didn't have the slightest impression.

He hesitated: "This..."

"Master," Min Hangyuan stopped looking at him, and lowered his head, all the big bite wounds appeared in front of Meng Yunchi, only to hear him whisper: "Hurry up and drink the medicine, it's getting cold." It seemed that he wanted to avoid it. don't talk about it.

Witnessing the whole system with my own eyes: Wow, this person is so scheming.

Who was the person who hugged Meng Yunchi last night and put his neck up to coax him to bite him down?

Who is that person who stayed on the bed after taking a bite and slept with someone for a whole night with a contented face?

How can those medicines be used for half a night? The small wound on the neck looks serious, but for a monk, it can be cured in a short time.

Can you do something that people do?