Dressed as a cannon fodder

The sky was dark, and corpses of indistinguishable shapes were piled up into a mountain. Someone was singing a song in a low voice in the distance, the tune was vague, gentle and sad.

The sound of killing gradually rose, and the clanging and clanging of soldiers fighting each other gradually drowned out the chant that was not loud at all.

Meng Yunchi couldn't find the source of the sound, so he took a step, as if stepping on water.

He looked down and saw that the ground was overflowing with blood, but he was dressed in black, and something was dripping from the corner of his clothes.

The blood surged, and moved like a living thing, and red flowers emerged from it, extremely coquettish, he took a look, but saw that it was not a blood lily, but what was it?

Those flowers clustered around and wanted to drill on him.

Meng Yunchi took a few steps back, his legs and feet were entangled by the swarming branches and leaves, unable to move.

"Master."

Meng Yunchi looked back suddenly, and saw a figure standing behind him in the bright light of the day.

He was blinded by the bright light, and raised his arms to cover it.

Who is that

The figure in the strong light moved and slowly walked forward, and his face appeared under the light and shadow.

"Master—"

Meng Yunchi sat up abruptly, with half of his body submerged in the water.He was only wearing a middle coat, which clings tightly to his body in a translucent state after being soaked.

With water dripping from his hair, Meng Yunchi turned around and found what he had been sleeping on.

——A black giant dragon, the opponent's one eye is as big as his body.

He was lying in the opponent's slightly curved paws.

The giant dragon turned its head, and the water shook violently. Those yellow vertical pupils fixed their eyes on him, and breathed out a breath of dragon's breath for a long time, uttering words.

"Master finally woke up."

Meng Yunchi shook his dizzy head, stood up and took a few steps, only to feel that the dantian in his abdomen was full, and there was a steady stream of strength and spiritual energy coming up.

"You gave me the inner alchemy"

The giant dragon half-closed its eyes and did not answer.

With the gurgling water and the chirping of insects and birds, Meng Yunchi touched the surface of the water with his toes, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Low your head."

The huge faucet slowly tilted down, and with a slight opening of its mouth, it could swallow the person in front of it in one gulp.The contrast between the two is huge.

Meng Yunchi raised his hand to cup his chin, "Open your mouth."

The dragon hesitated a little, and opened his mouth a little.

Meng Yunchi opened his mouth to spit out the inner alchemy, and controlled the spiritual power to fly into his mouth. His lips accidentally touched the tip of the dragon's nose, causing Min Hangyuan to tremble slightly invisible.

"Okay, Neidan will pay you back, don't do this kind of thing again in the future."

The inner alchemy is too important for the demon cultivator. The place where the essence of the whole body is gathered is the source of practice, the place where the spiritual power is derived, and the other half of the demon cultivator's life. It will slowly exhaust the spiritual power in the body and die.

You can't just take it out and give it to others.

Neidan returned to the body, Min Hangyuan was enveloped by spiritual power and transformed back into a human form, holding a robe in his hand and putting it on the opponent: "For Master, I am naturally willing."

Willingly offer his body, soul, and even all his emotions, even if it's just a small inner alchemy.

He whispered: "Master, is there any discomfort?"

"No."

Min Hangyuan hugged him: "That's good."

Meng Yunchi paused, raised his hand hesitantly, and patted him on the back.

"nothing……"

"Master, I'm a little tired." Min Hangyuan buried his head into his neck, and slowly inhaled, "Let me lean on for a while."

Meng Yunchi didn't push him away, but found that things seemed to be going wrong gradually.

The protagonist Gong sticks to him too much.

Meng Yunchi's middle coat was very thin, and the body temperature of the two of them was transmitted through the drenched material. Min Hangyuan's body temperature was on the high side, a little scalding hot. Meng Yunchi was recalled by the scorching temperature, thinking of the other party's intermittent groans and low voices that night. asthma.

His face turned a little uncomfortable, and he turned his gaze elsewhere.

"You have a fever"

"No," Min Hangyuan groaned, and put his arms around the other's thin waist, "I'm running out of strength, Master has to be responsible for taking me back."

Not long after his inner alchemy returned to his body, Meng Yunchi was still weak, so Meng Yunchi imagined a few robes and put them on, then turned around and carried him on his back: "Okay."

Min Hangyuan buried his head on the back of his shoulder, absorbing the scent of this man.

He almost lost him.

Just thinking about it gives me chills.

Min Hangyuan grabbed a strand of Meng Yunchi's hair and stroked it carefully, with a gloomy expression.

He will not let anyone who hurt Meng Yunchi be spared.

The two of them went back to Qianchonglou, but the Laixian Gate had already turned upside down.

With the unremitting efforts of the sect master of Laixian Sect, he and Song Jiangli finally hated each other, and they were on the verge of breaking out.

"Peak Master Song," Ruan Changshan sat on the mat, pinching the corner of the sleeve robe under the seat and slowly rolling his fingers, his brows slightly frowned, "Father has this temper, he will inevitably get anxious when he is angry, please Peak Lord Song..." He showed embarrassment, as if he felt a little bit hard to say.

"I would also like to ask Peak Master Song to be more... more tolerant."

"Haihan..." Song Jiangli gave him a condescending look, and raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile: "Your younger brother was saved, and he was saved by someone, but my junior brother is still alive and dead, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"If it's really because of Ruan Wenye's problem that the two clashed and were seriously injured, what should we do?"

Ruan Changshan couldn't speak.

He naturally knows how his brother's virtue is.

Sitting stiffly for a while, Ruan Changshan couldn't sit any longer, so he got up and said goodbye.

Feng Yulou came in from the door with a look of worry and anxiety on his face.

"Maybe there is news"

Feng Yulou shook his head: "No."

Song Jiangli hammered the table with his hand, making a loud noise, and the table shattered when he withdrew his hand.

"That boy from the Ruan family, if it's really him, I will never let him go!"

Yes.

Feng Yulou rubbed her fingertips and lowered her eyes.

Of course it won't let go.

The soil has a slightly damp smell, and the pink peach petals tremble in the breeze, and the trees are rustling down.One of Meng Yunchi's eyelashes fell on it, and it slid down the side of his face as he blinked.

"Is Master tired?"

Meng Yunchi shuttled through the peach forest with his young apprentice on his back.

"Not tired."

"That's good."

Min Hangyuan continued to rest peacefully.

He was slender and thin, similar to Meng Yunchi, and the long hair behind him almost covered their figures.

"How did you find me then?"

"En." Min Hangyuan let out a soft hum from his throat, closed his eyes and smiled, "It's a secret, you can't tell Master about this."

Meng Yunchi tilted his head slightly, only seeing his handsome face with deep outline.

He took another step forward, and as soon as he entered the coverage of Song Jiangli's spiritual consciousness, he was immediately noticed by the other party.

"Senior brother!"

The blue-clothed figure appeared in front of him almost instantly, Song Jiangli frowned deeply, and almost stepped forward to take off his clothes to see if he was injured.

"Brother." Meng Yunchi's expression was flat.

"But why did the injured brother suddenly disappear for so long? Is that the Ruan family boy..."

"Brother," Meng Yunchi sighed softly, motioning to Min Hangyuan who was on his back who was closing his eyes, "Let's go back and talk about it."

Song Jiangli stopped abruptly and closed his mouth, "Okay."

When Song Jiangli was fully informed of the whole process, the other party almost demolished the Qianzhong Building.

"What! That Zhuzi dared to hurt you so far!"

Meng Yunchi looked down at the tea sloshing in the cup on the table, and said lightly: "What he did is incomprehensible, and I don't know what he is trying to do." But it was indeed too much.

Song Jiangli's chest heaved a few times, very angry.

"I'm going to confront that brave man right now!"

"No need, brother."

If there was any grudge, he reported it back on the spot. If there was any conflict between the two parties because of him, Chenghuazong and Laixianmen would definitely have grudges.

They came here to celebrate their birthdays, not to make enemies for themselves.

"Then Sect Master Ruan is the host of the host country. How can he not be punished for offending the visitor? How can he allow him to indiscriminately protect the son who ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall?"

No one would be in a good mood to come to the banquet and participate in such a thing.

"No!" Song Jiangli was very angry, "I swear I will ask for an explanation."

"Brother..." Meng Yunchi held his forehead.

He has a stable temperament, and has never had any major emotions for many years. He has no favorite people or things, and naturally he will not hate anyone because of anything.

These immortal cultivators who pay attention to the clarity of their hearts are more easily excited than him.

"It's really not necessary..."

Song Jiangli had already gone out with a flick of his sleeves like the wind.

Meng Yunchi was stunned for a moment, drank the tea in his cup, got up and went to Minhangyuan's room.

Through the gauze screen, he saw a figure lying on the bed.

Meng Yunchi picked up the candlestick and put it on the bedside table, the shadow of the candle was red.The person on the bed was lying quietly, his face not looking very good.

He frowned and put his hand on the other's forehead for a moment.

Min Hangyuan was indeed feverish.

Is it because Neidan has been away from the body for too long?there are other reasons

"Have you been injured recently?" Meng Yunchi's voice was very low.

Min Hangyuan opened his eyes a little, rubbed his face against his palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

Seeing his intimate and dependent posture, Meng Yunchi's eyelashes trembled a few times.

"Master, lie here with me for a while, okay?" Min Hangyuan said in the next second.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Min Hangyuan lowered his voice and called out again, as if he was begging and aggrieved.

"Stay with me for a while... okay, Master"

"...Okay." Meng Yunchi was defeated.

He folded his clothes and lay down on the position given by the other party, and a hot body immediately leaned over.Min Hangyuan seemed to feel that his body was cold, so he got closer and closer.

Meng Yunchi: "..."

For some reason, he was a little uncomfortable, so he quietly hid a little to the side, but he didn't expect to be noticed by the other party.

Min Hangyuan paused as he leaned over, rustled for a while, then shrank back aggrieved.

Meng Yunchi couldn't bear to get up, and turned to coax him, "Okay, I won't hide from you, come here, don't sleep out."

Min Hangyuan turned around again, although his face was expressionless, but Meng Yunchi inexplicably felt that he seemed to be wrinkled into a ball because of grievance: "Does Master hate me very much, is it because of that incident?"

"No," Meng Yunchi said softly, "That time was...an accident, and I'm sorry for my teacher."

Min Hang was far silent.

Meng Yunchi took another step back, bowed his head and said, "Okay, come here, it's Master's fault." He patted the side beside him: "Don't hide from you, come here."

Only then did Min Hang Yuan pull over, leaning against him and closing his eyes peacefully.

Meng Yunchi lay down for a while, and gradually felt that something was wrong, he had a feeling of being arranged, he looked at the face of the little apprentice next to him, and felt that his mind was full of cuts and chaos.

Would normal masters and apprentices lie on the same bed?

Although because of that accident, their relationship has already surpassed the normal teacher-student boundary.

At that time, he was like a scumbag who wiped his mouth after eating and then turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

The scumbag Meng Yunchi had a headache.