Dressed as a cannon fodder

Two days later, the ship arrived at the shore, and the autumn air was crisp. A group of people left the ship and landed in a mighty way. They rose up with swords and left separately.

Meng Yunchi looked at the endless sea behind him, dazzled by the rippling sunlight, and walked alone with his sleeves folded, without looking back.

Song Jiangli summoned his long sword: "Junior brother, come here, I will take you back to the sect."

Meng Yunchi didn't move, "Senior brother, don't need it," he thought for a while, "I want to travel outside, go to the human world, and return to the sect after a while. Senior brother has something to do, so why don't you go back and report to the master first. "

Song Jiangli frowned: "I really won't return."

"Yes."

Tangled for a while, Song Jiangli said: "Forget it, it's rare for junior brother to have the leisure to go out, but you don't get hurt by wandering outside, how about I ask Nephew Feng to go with you?"

Meng Yunchi shook his head, "Not to mention, as Nephew Feng is the first disciple under the head of the sect, he must have no fewer affairs than us on weekdays. I'm afraid it will delay Nephew Feng's time, let alone just going out for a trip. What's the matter. I just let Xingyuan go with me."

Song Jiangli glanced at Min Hangyuan, and narrowed his eyes: "Oh really?"

Minhangyuan stood upright, unmoved by the wind.

But Meng Yunchi insisted, and he couldn't bear to brush away his rare interest, so he said: "Okay, I'll get you some pills and talismans later, pay more attention on the way, don't trust others easily, and don't worry about it." If someone hurts someone, if something happens, smash the talisman or send a spiritual message to let me know."

"..." Meng Yunchi raised his forehead, "Brother, I am over 1000 years old..." I am no longer a child.

"Yes, yes...you are not a child anymore, but you still don't know how to take care of yourself." Song Jiangli flew up his sword, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, just pay more attention. Nephew Feng, let's go." Come on, go back to the sect."

Feng Yulou withdrew his gaze from Meng Yunchi, and said back to God: "Okay." He smiled, bright and gentle from the bottom of his bones: "Goodbye, little uncle."

Meng Yunchi nodded, raised his head and sent their figures away until they disappeared into the sky.

"Master, why are you so engrossed in watching..." Min Hangyuan ate beside him.

He tugged at the corners of the people around him, "Where does Master want to go?"

"I don't know, just walk around." Anyway, he didn't really want to go back and face Fengxi.He can't like this person, and it's inevitable that he will feel visually tired every day.

The nearest capital city here is Jinyang, which is considered to be the junction of the human world and monks, where fish and dragons are mixed.

"Let's go to Jinyang." Meng Yunchi raised his hand and put on the gauze cover. Hearing that there are many signs of Jinyang, he just went to have a look.

"Yes." Min Hangyuan raised his heels behind him.

Jinyang is not too far away, it is about a hundred kilometers away, and with the footsteps of a monk, it takes less than half a day to arrive.

It's very lively here, and there are really many people.

There are many rivers passing through the city, and merchant ships and horses and horses are constantly coming and going. Because there are monks coming and going, its prosperity is no less than that of Huai'an.

The two entered the city, concealed their figures and walked through the crowds, Meng Yunchi took off his veil and transformed into another person, wandering among the street vendors with his plain face, after a while he took a bunch of The candied haws are back.

Pass it to Min Hang Yuan.

"Master"

"I remember you loved eating this when you were a child," he thought for a while, and frowned in distress, "I don't know if you will still eat this kind of food when you grow up, that's all..." He was about to withdraw his hand, and his wrist Has been captured by Minhangyuan.

Seeing the tall figure gradually approaching, Min Xingyuan gently rubbed his hand away, and took the candied haws: "Master bought it, I naturally like to eat it."

Sure enough, he hasn't grown up yet, no wonder he's so clingy.

Meng Yunchi thought he had found the reason why the protagonist Gong was getting more and more wrong, and showed a loving smile like an old father, "Okay, I will buy you a sugar man later."

Min Hangyuan: Master's smile is so weird.

Passing by the bustling street, Meng Yunchi led people into a restaurant, the two sat down in the corner, ordered some dishes and a pot of tea, and ate slowly.

Meng Yunchi picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. It was not as good as the tea in Cheng Huazong. He put down the cup without touching it again, and picked up some cold dishes with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

tasty.

The restaurant was noisy, and the two of them were sitting in the lobby on the first floor. The knight with the sword behind the table next door spoke excitedly, spitting all over the place, arguing with others for some reason.

"Tianpin Pavilion five days later, it is said that there will be an unusual thing displayed for auction that day, what do you think it will be?"

"What could it be? They even dared to auction off the keel that was ten thousand years ago. What else can shock the world?"

"Hey, who knows if the keel is real or not? If it's real, I'm afraid the keel has already turned into stone."

"Tianpin Pavilion has a strong foundation, and the boss behind the scenes must be an extraordinary person. How can such a person use counterfeit products to fool people?"

"Then what will they auction this time? It's mysterious and full of gimmicks."

Someone lowered his voice, as if he didn't want others to know, but the monk had sharp ears and eyes, and he could hear what he was saying, "I heard that." It's Tong Chenjian, all sects who know something about the inside story are crazy, trying to grab the seat this time."

"what!"

The crowd was horrified.

According to legend, the Tongchen sword is the demon king's natal weapon, the unknown sword.Breaking through mountains and seas with one sword, single-handedly defeating thousands of sects, this sword is evil, and its power is unimaginable for ordinary monks. It has been annihilated in the chaos of thousands of years ago. How could Tianpin Pavilion have the whereabouts of Tongchen Sword?

It should have been buried with the fall of the Demon Lord, how could it be born suddenly?

"It's fake," someone questioned, "Tong Chenjian and Mozun are just rumored characters, and they have changed for thousands of years. Who knows if this is a pastime made up by people in the past?"

"It is said that the Demon Realm Supreme is an unrivaled beauty from all over Kyushu. Who knows the truth and falsehood of the rumors? People pass them by word of mouth, so there are inevitably exaggerations, even if it is true," the man took a sip of wine, and the spirit was like a knife. Scratching her throat, she was extremely irritated, "Such a beauty fell under the sword of Immortal Venerable."

When Fengxi was mentioned, everyone suddenly silenced, not daring to talk rashly anymore, and started chatting about other things.

Min Hangyuan took a sip of tea slowly, squinted his eyes to look at Meng Yunchi, but the other party didn't respond.

"What's the matter?" Meng Yunchi noticed his gaze and raised his eyes to look at him, "What's the matter?"

"No." The master is still attractive even though his appearance has changed, and the people at the table next to him have already looked at this place several times.

Min Hangyuan really wanted to hide him, no one could see him, he could only belong to himself, he could only look at him, he could only talk to himself.

Then he can caress him, kiss him, possess him...

His fingers moved slightly, and he forced himself to suppress the sudden excitement caused by this thought. He calmed down after reciting the meditation mantra several times, and controlled himself not to think about it.

The food in the restaurant was good, but the tea was mediocre. Meng Yunchi paid the bill after eating and drinking enough, and went out with his little apprentice.

"You didn't move your chopsticks just now," Meng Yunchi turned around, "Don't you have any appetite?"

Min Hangyuan rubbed his chin, he really didn't have any appetite, he didn't expect to be noticed, so he joked: "Demon dragons have been considered a scourge since ancient times, and they say that scourges last for thousands of years, you can live without eating anything, and you can't even die , how could anyone care if they have an appetite."

Meng Yunchi frowned: "Who would describe himself like this, you have done nothing wrong, you are not a scourge, you are my apprentice."

Min Hangyuan felt as if he had been gently plucked in his heart, and suddenly wanted to kiss his master's magnificent and beautiful eyes.

"Yes," he said in a low voice, "I am Master's apprentice, the third generation descendant of Chenghuazong Xianzun, and I am not a evil dragon."

Meng Yunchi waved his hand, "You're the only one who can say it." He stepped out of the gate of the restaurant, and the two headed east.

With his hands behind his back, Meng Yunchi walked leisurely, occasionally stopping to look back to see if the people behind him had followed.

Min Hangyuan liked this feeling.

Master would never leave him behind.

Min Hangyuan touched the warm and smooth jade pendant in his arms, and raised his heels.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-2223:37:00~2020-09-2409:53:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Dyeing, and then opening the box, there are 5 bottles of dogs;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!