Dressed as a cannon fodder

The raindrops gather in the gaps between the tiles on the roof of the eaves to form a stream, and then drip along the eaves to the ground. The sound of crackling rain connects into one piece, washing the bluestone slabs shiny.

The copper bell at the door jingled.

There was a thin layer of water on the steps, and the sudden footsteps caused small ripples in circles. The reflection of the eaves in the water was shaking like a distorted picture.

The visitor walked up the steps, holding a green oil-paper umbrella, walking calmly.

There was no movement in Shaoyue hall, Meng Yunchi walked in from the side door, turned around the corridor, and found that the hall was already empty, there was no one, not even a maidservant.

It was expected.

After he left, there were only a few who were willing to adopt Dong Fei.Meng Yunchi thought for a while, then turned around and went to Renhua Peak.

Dong Fei stood on the stone platform with his mouth open, his face full of indifference.

Duan Qian, who came back from outside, saw a mottled-haired vicissitudes figure squatting on the stone platform, stepped forward two steps, "Dong Fei, what are you doing here?"

Dong Fei glanced at him lightly: Didn't you see it?

I'm drinking Mistral.

Duan Qian slapped his head as if remembering something, took out a box of jerky from the ring and put it in front of it, "By the way, I almost forgot to feed you again, let's eat these first, I will come to see you in two days."

After finishing speaking, he hurried to the main hall.

Dong Fei looked at the bottle that needed to be unscrewed with five fingers, and then looked down at his own short claws, with a Buddha-like face: Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to deal with me.Really, thank you.

It touched the bottle with its claws, but it couldn't open it no matter what. Instead, it accidentally knocked over the bottle, fell off the stone table and rolled out.

The two-day rations cannot be given up casually no matter what. Dong Fei chased them out with a sullen face, only to see the bottle rolled to the feet of a passer-by. The man stopped and bent over to pick up the bottle: "Yes ?”

Dong Fei chased after him and sobbed a few words, only hoping that he could return his little jerky, and sat at the other party's feet in an orderly manner with drooping eyelids.

There was a soft sound above his head, and Dong Fei's ears moved, only to see that the bottle was unscrewed and placed in front of him, "You want this, right?"

Dong Fei's eyes filled with tears, he said a few words, looked up, his face froze for a moment, and the next moment he threw himself into the man's arms, weeping, every time he was full of grievances.

"Okay, okay," Meng Yunchi patted its head, "I'm coming back to pick you up."

Dong Fei groaned loudly, as if complaining, and flicked his tail back and forth.

"Well, I know," Meng Yunchi took him into his arms, "You have suffered, let's go, I will take you back."

Dong Fei buried the plate with a big face in his arms and called out softly.

Unable to eat and wear warm clothes for a long time, there is no place to nest in winter, so it can only go to the ice and snow to find food, and find the caves left by other animals. For a fox cub that was raised by humans , the past six months have been very difficult, it has lost a lot of weight, its original round shape is no longer, and its coat color has become mottled, the only one that has continued to develop horizontally in the past six months is the very distinctive one It's a big face.

The cyan oil-paper umbrella was put away, and the patter of rain outside the house gradually stopped, but his clothes were still a little wet.As far as the eye can see, the green peak is surrounded by smog, making the interior of Cheng Huazong look like a fairyland.

Meng Yunchi didn't stop, he found Dongfei and walked towards the foot of Renhua Peak.

The gate was approaching, but someone was already guarding the gate.

Meng Yunchi stroked Dongfei's thick fur with his fingers, and exhaled, "Brother."

Song Jiangli's eyelids trembled slightly, and the ends of his hair were wet with water droplets. He stood alone in the thin mist and looked at him: "It's been more than half a year, and I finally waited for you to come back once. Where did you go?"

"I'm back to the magic palace."

Song Jiangli murmured and repeated: "The magic palace...hasn't it been destroyed long ago?"

"I have restored it."

"Are the lilies there still as red as before?"

Meng Yunchi looked directly at him, "There is not a single lily left."

Song Jiangli's expression seemed to be smiling but not crying, "Can I—"

He saw the look on Meng Yunchi's face, but he couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

Because can't.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Ah."

"Then will you come back?"

"Maybe not."

Song Jiangli's words were stuck in his throat, and it took a long time before he said with difficulty: "One last time, let me be one last time..." He squatted down in front of Meng Yunchi, took his hand, pressed his face against it, and rubbed it lightly, "My lord..."

"You're a good boy," Meng Yunchi didn't refuse him, "You're the only one who survived, Fengxi made you a human, so cherish it."

He is the most beautiful lily among the lilies, standing out from a bunch of competing flowers, just to attract that person's attention.His sympathy and caress are all the capital of his beauty.

He was gradually contaminated with the devilish energy in Meng Yunchi's body, and gradually developed a sense of chaos, and he only wanted to get close to him subconsciously.

However, the cultivator who turned him into a human being and gave birth to wisdom is the immortal Fengxi who is admired by thousands of people in the righteous way.

So he won't take him away.

Because he represents the pain that he can't reach, and it is also the past that he will give up.

He was abandoned.

Song Jiangli noticed that the hand caressed his face, and there was no personal affection involved, it was all about people's pity for the spirit grass plant, nothing else.

"You're alive and well, that's enough," Meng Yunchi withdrew his hand, "There will be no future."

He and Song Jiangli passed by each other, stepped down the steps step by step, and never looked back.

Walking out of Renhua Peak, Meng Yunchi stood up with his sword, hugged the little fox in his arms, and went straight to the Zongmen. However, when he reached the Zongmen, another person blocked his way.

Meng Yunchi frowned slightly, and was forced to stop the flying sword.

Are all the people in Chenghuazong aiming at today's stepping on the spot to block his way?Why is there such a tacit understanding?

"Yunchi." Fengxi put one hand on the Zongmen and called him softly.

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead, "What about the Immortal Venerable?"

"You still have to go"

"The posture of the Immortal Venerable is really ugly." Meng Yunchi frowned slightly and remained unmoved: "It is inconvenient for you and me. I hope that the Immortal Venerable can regain his usual sobriety sooner, instead of always acting like this Puzzlingly confusing behaviour."

"I don't beg you to forgive me," Feng Xi stepped forward, "but you really can't leave, you don't know, I've almost gone crazy for the past six months..."

"I miss you every day, and my heart and eyes are full of you. You once talked with me at night, taught me swordsmanship, and you once fell from the sky to save me when I was in distress... Suddenly, thousands of years have passed, and the relationship has been destroyed by a thousand years. To break, I know it's my fault for becoming like this, but you can't go..."

Fengxi was full of grief, "I can't lose you again...Come back, please..."

It's because I don't want to admit my feelings. I have escaped for so many years, and I just want to have an outlet for me to vent.

However, once the exit collapsed, it destroyed the dam, swept away the confrontation between righteousness and evil, and swallowed up any possibility that existed between them.

Going round and round, in those years when he wandered alone in the night, the stone room was densely covered with portraits of that person's every move and every move. Only then did he realize that Meng Yunchi had finally become his obsession, and also his demon.

As Fengxi got closer and closer, Meng Yunchi took two steps back and walked sideways.

"You can't go!" Feng Xi's voice suddenly rose, and he was caught off guard.

Meng Yunchi raised his sword and returned to defense, and the two suddenly confronted each other like this.

Immediately, the thunder raged, the sect collapsed, and the unicorn at the gate fell down and shattered into a ball. Every sword Meng Yunchi swung was accompanied by thousands of howls of ghosts, and he did not hide his killing intent at all.Fengxi's sword intent was fierce, and he flattened the mountain with one blow, but he also didn't give way too much.

The area affected by the two of them was too large. After a while, the gate of Cheng Huazong was in a mess, and the nearby high mountains and handsome peaks were almost razed to the ground.

Dong Fei had been put into Meng Yunchi's sleeve long before, Feng Xi grabbed his left sleeve and attacked, swung out a sword, the sword's intent was majestic and terrifying, with the momentum of thunder that would smash the opponent to pieces Roaring away, Meng Yunchi avoided the center of the attack, and was about to raise his sword to block it, but saw half of Dong Fei's ear protruding from his sleeve.If he moved again, Dong Fei would be thrown out.

He paused and was blocked, so he had no choice but to back away quickly, losing the opportunity to counterattack, Feng Xi took advantage of the situation to chase, and forced Meng Yunchi to take another step back.

Great timing.

He discarded the sword and closed his hands, pinching the formula with five fingers.

The positions around Meng Yunchi suddenly became golden, imprisoning him.

Heaven and earth cage.

Meng Yunchi looked in the formation with cold eyes.

He hit the same move twice.

Feng Xi looked at the people in the formation and whispered softly, "Don't blame me for using this to catch you again, but if I don't use this, you will run away."

……

The candle flame jumped, and a piece of embers fell down after burning. Min Hangyuan put down the scroll, only feeling his eyelids twitch slightly.

He took out a elixir from his purse and swallowed it, stood up in his middle coat and looked out the window, only to see that the crimson moon was covered by black clouds, and a red halo covered the black clouds, It looks particularly dark.

Min Hangyuan returned to the bed, raised his hand to take off the pile of clothes hanging on the screen, casually picked out a black robe and put it on his body, and held up a belt...

Can't get around.

Min Hangyuan's face darkened, and he changed a girdle. The bulge on his lower abdomen was not particularly obvious, but he could see it with his eyes, and he could feel the slightly rounded curvature when he touched it with his hands. Strap on your belt and get ready to go.

The peach blossoms around the magic palace are always blooming in all seasons, but they will never bear fruit.This is an ornamental species specially brought back by Meng Yunchi.Min Hangyuan was walking in the peach forest, his nose was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and he wondered in his heart when he could make some peach blossom wine.

After walking for a while, his expression was no longer relaxed, and gradually turned cold. As expected, after turning the corner, there was a figure in purple standing under the peach blossom tree, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Excellency is really lingering. What is the purpose of crossing the Heihe River and breaking into the Demon Palace so hard?"

The purple-clothed figure was tall and slender, but he did not speak. There was a layer of black mist covering his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He raised his sword silently and attacked, his murderous intent could not be concealed in his movements.

Min Hang didn't talk nonsense, he drew out his long sword and rushed forward.

There were bursts of peach blossom waves in the forest, mixed with sword energy, like a needle hidden in cotton, if you don't pay attention, you will be injured.

Min Hangyuan spun and flew up to the surface of the Heihe River, he was restrained by Meng Yunchi, the pickled things in the Heihe River did not dare to hurt him, they all stretched out their hands to grab the purple-clothed man's legs and hem of his clothes.

The man in purple didn't seem to realize it, but he was not affected at all. He raised his hand and cut off those withered hands, rubbing his body, the weapons collided, and the sword light flickered.During the entanglement, the other party didn't know what to discover, his figure paused slightly, and his movements became more and more ruthless.

From the river surface to the air and then to the shore, flying sand and rocks, the surrounding monsters all avoided far away to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the two attacking each other.The man in purple raised his sword and slashed down in the air, Min Hangyuan blocked with his sword horizontally, the tip of the blade swam and bent away, the man in purple turned his body slightly sideways, and suddenly stretched out his elbow to hit Min Hangyuan's waist.

Min Hangyuan's eyes froze, he dodged and swung his sword to open the distance between the two of them, his eyes were filled with coldness.

He revealed half of his original shape, the five fingers holding the sword turned into demons and became longer, and a pair of vertical pupils stared at the purple-clothed man closely, and his body was full of demonic energy.

The man in purple looked up at him, he didn't know what he was weighing, and the next moment the two figures were fighting together again.

After all, this is the Demon Realm, without the oppressive oppression in the Realm of Comprehension, Min Hangyuan has a lot of fun, and his body speed is more than doubled.The long sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, directly smashing the invisible sword intent that struck, and attacked with a backhand.

The man in purple was gradually lost, he secretly gritted his teeth to raise his breath, and black air began to overflow from his body.

Min Hangyuan squinted his eyes, "You really are from the Demon Realm."

The man in purple reprimanded lightly, and poured the magic energy into the sword with ten percent of his strength, and with the force of thunder, he slashed straight at the front door of Minhangyuan.

Dust and smoke were everywhere, everything was quiet, even the surface of the Heihe River was rippled, and there was no movement of the dead hands, and they all hid at the bottom of the river.

The man in purple panted slightly, and when the smoke and dust dispersed quietly, he saw a thick chasm split open on the ground, but he couldn't see any figure, he screamed to himself, and was about to turn around quickly, when he heard a sword stabbing lightly behind him. The sound of flesh and blood.

The purple-clothed man froze and didn't dare to move any more. There was a stabbing pain in the back of his chest. If he moved any more, he would hit a vital point, and he was powerless.

He panted softly, his five fingers lost strength, and the long sword fell off his hand.

Min Hangyuan waved his hand on his face, and the black mist dissipated.

Underneath is Wen Yin's face.

"I knew it was you, Wen Yin." Min Hangyuan turned the tip of the sword on his back with a very slight force, and heard Wen Yin's painful murmur: "I don't like it so much, and I don't even come a thousand miles away. Chasing me, you were the one in Shaoyue Palace, right? What are you spying on? Do you want to spy on Master?? Huh?"

"Uh... ah..." The sharp pain kept tormenting the brain, Wen Yin's eyes widened, and his words were blurred: "You...you are only a hundred years old...it is impossible...to have...this level of cultivation... "

"Is this very important?" Min Hangyuan sneered, leaning his elbow on Wen Yin's back, "Why don't you tell me why you want my life so persistently?"

Wen Yin's eyes suddenly turned hard, and he wanted to attack Min Hangyuan's abdomen suddenly, but the opponent had already prepared to break his left arm with a backhand, and screamed out.

"I see," Min Hangyuan whispered closer to his screams, "You're jealous."

"—you're jealous of me."

"—So what, Master can't be yours."

"—When you were in Shaoyue Palace, you were jealous."

Wen Yin gritted his teeth: "You are not worthy...don't forget, he died under your hands."

Min Hangyuan's subordinates exerted force and pushed the tip of the sword into his flesh and blood at an extremely slow speed, "Wen Yin, who are you?"

Wen Yin's mouth was bleeding, his lips and teeth were stained red, and he laughed softly, "Why should I tell you?"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the sky with wide eyes: "Even if I can't get him again, he can't be with others. In contrast, I would rather he die alone, at least he never belonged to anyone." You don't deserve it, and I don't deserve it. Nobody deserves him."

He was almost out of breath, and there was a blood-choking grunt in his throat, but he still said stubbornly: "Mr. , for people to look up to, and no one can get their hands on it." Wen Yin took a step back, and the long sword went straight into his heart, "So, you have to disappear."

As soon as he finished speaking, the critical blows accumulated in his right hand suddenly hit Min Hangyuan's abdomen while drawing in the distance.

Min Hangyuan made a wrong step, and the blow narrowly missed the side of his waist. The five fingers of his right hand were straight, and the fingertips were sharp. In the blink of an eye, the whole right hand sank into Wen Yin's heart, and his hand was bloody and sticky.

Wen Yin opened his mouth and coughed up a big mouthful of blood, his whole body twitched and fell backwards.

Min Hangyuan panted for a moment, shook off the blood on his right hand, pressed his waist, and frowned.

Wen Yin's blow touched his waist, causing a dull pain in his abdomen.

He took out a small pouch from his sleeve, poured out three pills in a row, and swallowed them with his head up.

After the pain in his abdomen subsided, Min Hangyuan walked slowly back to the magic palace, not bothering to look at the mess behind him again.

The already dark purple sky completely darkened after dark, the body with disheveled hair on the ground suddenly moved, the blood hole in the chest slowly healed itself, the already white and out-of-focus eyes were gradually turning black...

The author has something to say: I am promising, I have grown thick! (Pride breaks through the sky)