Dressed as a cannon fodder

Feng Xi didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, and continued to move, cut off the lily branch with small scissors, wrapped it in a layer of spiritual power, and carefully protected it, intending to return from a long way.

Meng Yunchi leaned against the tree, "You don't seem to like me very much."

As if Feng Xi had never heard of it, he walked away step by step. Meng Yunchi watched his figure gradually disappear on the path, and looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the night.

In less than a stick of incense, Fengxi turned back from another small road and saw the figure leaning on the tree without moving at all, finally a trace of annoyance appeared on his face: "Are you trapping me in the enchantment? "

"Hmm," Meng Yunchi closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep on the tree, "It's not like that, if you Cheng Huazong Mingzun finds out, I'm afraid he has already found it."

"Then why can't I go out."

"Oh, that's because I changed your formation a little bit. People who come in can't easily go out the same way."

Fengxi is a boy after all, and his face is even more annoyed, "Didn't you do it?!"

"Yeah, I didn't say I didn't do it."

"you--"

"What am I?" Meng Yunchi turned over and got down from the tree, walked in, and looked at the expression on Fengxi's face: "It seems that you are still cuter when you are angry, and you are usually so cold that people dare not approach you."

Feng Xi took two deep breaths, and kept his mouth shut.

"Are you really angry?" He moved closer, "Is it my illusion, I always feel that you seem to be prejudiced against me this time."

"..."

"Huh? Talk to me?"

"..."

"Well, tell me why and I'll let you out."

"..." Feng Xi endured it, but couldn't help it: "Why don't you know this?" He blushed slowly, "You teased me like that last time, and you still want me to treat you."

"Ang? Did I tease you?" Meng Yunchi asked curiously, "What did I tease you for?"

Feng Xi held back for a while, and stopped talking, feeling that the other party was still deliberately teasing him, asking him to speak out.

Meng Yunchi coaxed him for a long time and saw that he still didn't get in, he made a formula to restore the changed formation, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you, but I really didn't tease you last time, now let's go You can walk back the same way, it’s not too late, you can go back.”

Feng Xi silently stood in the middle of the road holding the flowers, looked at him, then turned and left.

But Meng Yunchi still heard the other party whisper a word of thanks when he walked away: "You saved me last time, thank you."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

In the middle of the night, Cheng Huazong lit up thousands of lights to form a single piece, and from a distance, it looks like dots of stars gathered together, bright and beautiful.

It's really good here.

he thought so.

Meng Yunchi flew up to the top of the tree at the top of the peak to look at the beauty of Huazong.

After staring for a while, the light in Meng Yunchi's eyes gradually faded away. He turned around and saw a person standing with his hands behind him.

"Your Excellency, what do you think of my Cheng Huazong's scenery?"

"It's really good," Meng Yunchi said indifferently: "But it's not as dazzling as Master Ming's Yuyue swordsmanship."

Ming Zun laughed, and called out the sword in his hand, "Who is your Excellency, what's your business in becoming Huazong?"

"Bringing the sword rashly in front of people who don't know the details, Master Ming seems to have something to rely on?" Meng Yunchi looked at the long bone sword in his hand.

Ming Zun didn't answer, and he struck forward with a dragon bone sword in his hand.The huge sword energy collided and swayed away, breaking the forest at the top of the peak. Ming Zun saw the sword in Meng Yunchi's hand clearly, "Tongchen sword, it really is you."

With a clear shout, the figures of the two separated suddenly, and intertwined again in the next moment, their figures were too fast to be distinguished by the naked eye.

But within the time for a cup of tea, the so-called Master Ming was thrown to the ground by Meng Yunchi with his sword, pointing at his throat.

A completion of the tribulation and a late stage of the Mahayana, although only a big difference, but it is a world of difference.After this battle, Ming Zun was able to estimate the realm of the world's most powerful man, raised his head and said with a smile: "The tribulation has been successfully crossed, why don't you ascend to the ascension?"

"You're curious about this?"

"Yes."

"I will not tell you."

Ming Zun laughed loudly, his body trembling slightly.The skin of the neck brushed against the tip of Tongchen's sword faintly, creating tiny wounds.

Meng Yunchi raised his eyebrows and pushed the sword a few minutes, blood immediately dyed Mingzun's neckline red.

There was no panic on Mingzun's face, "You won't kill me."

"How do you know I can't."

The conflict between the realm of comprehension and the world of demons has been accumulated for a long time. In addition, in the past hundred years, connecting ports have appeared inexplicably, and monsters have escaped from the human world to wreak havoc. The two sides seem to be at odds.

"Think about your pitifully few people in the Demon Realm."

As long as Meng Yunchi is promoted, without the biggest fear of the demon king, the cultivation world will probably gather together to speak out. No matter how strong people are in the demon world, they will not be able to withstand the crowds. It seems that the result can be vaguely predicted.

The point of the sword pointing at the throat was retracted, and Ming Zun saw that the man seemed to be giving him a stingy look, turned around and left until he left the coverage of the spiritual consciousness.

He rubbed the wound on his throat and narrowed his eyes: "Crossing the catastrophe is complete... compared to the inner alchemy of the divine weapon, the immortal bone..."

It can be called a mobile treasure trove.

Ming Zun's eyes gradually revealed a dark color, he looked at the Dragon Bone Sword in his hand, and loosened his five fingers: "Tsk."

When the sky was clear and clear, a person walked through the crowd and stopped in front of a hawker, "Boss, what is this?"

The old man looked him up and down, but still had no impression of this man: "Candied haws."

"Oh?"

Feng Xi went out to practice swords, and saw a figure leaning under a tree in the distance.He frowned indistinctly, feeling depressed, and went to the back mountain with the sword on his back.

Meng Yunchi bit the candied haws and followed slowly, and saw him standing still in an open space, practicing his sword.

Flying flowers walk among the leaves, the sword is hidden, the young man's face is condensed, the long sword points to everything, and his future glory can be vaguely seen.

Meng Yunchi's mouth was full of sourness and sweetness, he looked at him leisurely, and said after a while: "Wrong."

Feng Xi's figure paused for an instant.

Meng Yunchi took a strand of thread with his fingertips, moved the sword in Fengxi's hand a few times at random, and said, "This way."

Feng Xi gave him a serious look, then raised his sword, and followed the sword movement he said. The faint sense of blockage in a set of sword skills disappeared, and became smoother, with even more stern sword intent.

The expression in his eyes changed, and he said half aloud, "Thank you."

Meng Yunchi took a last bite of the candied haws, which were not coated enough, and almost made his teeth sour.

Fengxi practiced the sword for nearly a day, and Meng Yunchi watched from the side for nearly a day, "Enough, it's getting late."

Feng Xi put away his sword: "Okay."

The relationship between the two seems to have eased a lot.

Meng Yunchi thought for a while, and then said again: "How about going to the human world with me, so you can relax."

Feng Xi, who was about to go back to meditate after practicing the sword: "...Okay."

The counties in the human world are very lively, and ordinary people in bunts are shuttling through the streets, clutching coins in their hands, trying to find some cheap things.Meng Yunchi led the people through the crowd, and stopped in front of an old man, "Boss, come two more."

The old man vaguely felt that he was familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen this person before, so he took two bunches of candied haws and wrapped them in candy paper.

After Meng Yunchi paid the money, he handed a bunch to Fengxi who was behind him. Fengxi looked down and didn't really want to eat it, so he took it and put it in his arms, just as if he had received the kindness of the other party.

There are many gadgets in the human world, which are very interesting. Meng Yunchi loves to go to the night market in the human world. It is very lively and has the kind of fireworks that do not exist in the demon world.

Feng Xi watched him stop and look at the children's toys on the street vendors, but felt bored, but still followed him leisurely.

After strolling down the street, Meng Yunchi was satisfied when he reached a dimly lit place, and he turned around and said, "Where else do you want to go?"

"I want to go back to the sect."

"Ah," Meng Yunchi slapped his head, "It was my negligence, and you are tired, so go back first."

"Hmm." Feng Xi called out the flying sword.

Meng Yunchi leaned against the stone wall with folded arms, and said with a smile, "Do you need me to see you off?"

Fengxi turned into a ray of light and went away, leaving a sentence: "No need."

"Tsk, don't even try to be perfunctory." Meng Yunchi shook his head, stepped into the gap in the other world, and the gap closed.

Stepping across the Heihe River, the majestic and towering Demon Palace reaches into the sky, almost walking side by side with the blood-red Chi Yue.Meng Yunchi passed the main hall with his hands behind his back, entered the courtyard, and saw Langyue dressed in purple, sitting in the gazebo by the lake drinking alone.

"Langyue," Meng Yunchi said with his hands behind his back, "Have you ever gone out recently?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Langyue raised her head leisurely while holding the pot, her tone was light and slow: "I have been staying in the magic palace, my lord," he seemed to think about it, and continued: "Except for going out to find Huo Song back."

"Really." Meng Yunchi's fingertips had a strand of black air, struggling in his hands like a cloud of imprisoned black mist. He was about to speak, but a question came from behind him: "My lord?"

Meng Yunchi turned his head, but saw Huo Song carrying a jug of wine.

"Master, did you go out and come back?" Huo Song took the wine and put it down on Langyue's table.

The black air on Meng Yunchi's fingertips disappeared, "Yes."

"Would the lord come up to have a drink together?" Huo Song raised his head and smiled at him, with a bright and handsome smile, "But the lord can't drink too much wine, I have prepared tea."

Lang Yue took Huo Song's wine jar, brushed the back of Huo Song's hand vaguely with her fingertips, flipped the seal open with her hand, poured the wine into the jug, propped her jaw and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I'll drink again, but I want to drink again." Went out to find the dog barking."

Meng Yunchi stared at the two quietly for a while, "No," he turned and left: "I'm a little tired, I'll go back and rest for a while."

"My lord, go slowly."

Langyue turned to look at Huo Song, looked up at him and said, "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Huo Song heard the words and approached.

Langyue caught off guard and stretched out her hand to grab his neckline, pulling the other person's figure off, her lips collided, the smell of wine was mixed with the smell of blood, and after a long time, the lingering ended, Langyue's lips had been sucked red and gorgeous, her brows and eyes gleaming With a smile: "How does it taste?"

Huo Song yelled at him softly: "My lord is not far away, don't always be so unruly!" As soon as he finished speaking, his ears turned a little red.

Langyue looked at him and smiled, showing no sign of repentance.

Meng Yunchi went back to the bedroom alone, opened the door and entered, brushed aside the black curtain, put on his clothes and lay down on the bed, silent for a long time, the tinnitus-like humming that was suppressed by the hustle and bustle during the day gradually became clear in the silence.

It's like ten thousand people whispering in their ears, mixed with indistinct whispers of abuse and curses, and the buzzing in their ears gradually grows bigger as time goes by.

Meng Yunchi suddenly opened his eyes, and the whispering disappeared instantly.

He got out of bed and looked at the blood moon outside the window, that blood moon was like a red pupil, unreservedly watching all his actions.

Repressed.

Meng Yunchi scratched his suffocating chest, turning around like a trapped animal.

Ming Zun's words still echoed in his ears: "Why don't you ascend?"

Why not ascend?

Not soaring?

soaring...

Sealing the breath door in the body made him trapped in the three thousand miles, and he couldn't fly up. Even though he had already passed the catastrophe, the heavenly law locked him here and put layers of shackles on him, and he never lowered him to the heavenly rank.

This world has long been turned into a cage to imprison him, and he is just a canary in the cage, unable to escape.

He stretched out his fingertips to pinch a wisp of black air, this is the earth ghost that Ri and Qingqi pulled out from the demon man when he caught him that day, and it attached to others to do evil.He kept watching Ximen, no ghosts would sneak out, except Shen Yuan's master.

But when he recalled the inadvertent intimacy between Langyue and Huo Song just now, he felt a headache again.

Seeing that he couldn't struggle, the black air was born from the gallbladder, and penetrated into Meng Yunchi's fingertips, and traveled up along the meridians, trying to invade his consciousness.

It rampaged, walked to the location of the opponent's shrine in one breath, and plunged in.

Meng Yunchi's shrine was full of desolation, and the black mist was looking for a place to occupy, but it was broken into several pieces in a turn of the head, and it was swallowed whole by another black mist before it dissipated.

The originally desolate and empty shrine gradually darkened, and more endless black mist filled one after another, unable to encroach on anything, but also trapped inside and unable to get out, they could only devour each other and consume each other.

They are all evil spirits who tried to occupy his divine palace, but now he is trapped in his divine palace.

Ridiculous, since he dared to put the breath door in his body, how could his consciousness be so easily invaded.

Meng Yunchi suppressed the activities and the temptations and noises in his body, and lay back on the bed.

He has never had a moment of peace, and he has to suppress himself all the time to ensure that the Ximen is completely controlled. "I never regret the decision to annex the Ximen," Meng Yunchi closed his eyes, and Fengxi's words flashed in his mind. face, whispering to himself: "Just please don't let me down again, I'm not a saint after all..."

"My lord." Shu Zhong knocked on the door.

"Is the Lord awake?"

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead and got up, moved his index finger slightly, and the door opened without wind: "I was woken up by you even if I didn't wake up."

Shu Zhong clicked his tongue and came in with a food box, "Why do monks sleep at night, the master's habits are always like human beings."

Meng Yunchi went to the table and sat down: "I'm old, I can't bear the tiredness, I need to rest."

"Why is the Lord tired?" Shu Zhong opened the food box straight away, brought Du Ruyue back and asked him to give the pastry to the Lord, and unceremoniously picked it up and ate a piece: "Because I went to the human world to play?"

"Yeah," Meng Yunchi Zhiyi, "I'm so tired from playing, it's not like Du Ruyue let you not go anywhere in the magic palace, just leisurely and carefree every day."

Shu Zhong: "..."

Shu Zhong: "I'm about to suffocate, okay?"

He said: "He himself goes to the human world every day, but he keeps me from stepping out of the magic palace. I almost want to walk through every brick and every piece in it."

Meng Yunchi shook his head: "Who made you always make troubles every day without stopping, there is a reason why he was worried."

Shu Zhong was about to wither: "But I'm going to get bored too, and I can't drink."

"Let's play chess with them for fun."

Shu Zhong waved his hand: "I can't learn that stuff, you moji."

"...Then you go to the room and sit in the fetus."

Shu Zhong pouted: "No."

"...If you are really bored, go to Du Ruyue, I believe he will find some way to stop you from being so bored."

"Huh?" Shu Zhong was suspicious: "Really?"

Then Meng Yunchi didn't see Shu Zhong for several days.

On the sixth day, Meng Yunchi saw Shu Zhong in the yard. He seemed a little sluggish, so Meng Yunchi sat over and said, "Why haven't you seen anyone in the past few days, haven't you been busy lately?"

Shu Zhong stretched out his hand tremblingly to reach for the teacup, and there was a deep tooth mark on the palm of his hand, but as he raised his glass to drink water, his sleeve slipped down, revealing more red finger marks and tooth marks, which is amazing.

After taking a sip of water, he exhaled: "My back hurts."

"Did you fall?"

Shu Zhong glanced at him: "No."

The two of them didn't sit for a while, when Du Ruyue found it and wanted to take Shu Zhong back to drink some tonic, Meng Yunchi watched the two go away, and suddenly laughed twice.

Du Ruyue looked at Shu Zhong who looked a little uncomfortable, and said, "What's wrong?"

Shu Zhong held on to the corner of his clothes, "Well... aren't you going to the human world to do business today?"

"Why?" Du Ruyue squinted her eyes: "My lord allowed me to spend half a month off to spend time with you. Didn't you say I'm bored?"

"This—" Shu Zhong drooped his brows and said in a low voice, "I really have a sore back, I can't do it."

"Then has this child made trouble with you recently?"

Shu Zhong hurriedly said: "No, there is no fuss."

"Oh..." Du Ruyue was thoughtful: "It seems that the effect is indeed not small, but more efforts are needed."

Shu Zhong: "..."

Du Ruyue told him to go back to the room, and then came back with a bowl of medicine, watched the other party drink it up, and took out the ointment: "Take off your clothes and let me see, it's not serious last night, I don't know if there is any injury."

Shu Zhong frowned and said in confusion: "No need...it's just some injuries that will heal in a short time."

Du Ruyue took the plaster and remained unmoved: "You take it off or I will take it off for you."

Shu Zhong: "..."

He unbuttoned his outer shirts one by one in a rustle, and after a while, his upper body was no longer bare, from the neck to the back of the shoulders, and then slid along the smooth and tight waistline to the sunken waist pockets on both sides, and inserted into the The hips that tucked into the waist pants are still firmly tied, and the back is full of teeth marks, some of which are not too deep, and have not healed yet.

Du Ruyue's throat moved slightly, and she dug some cool plaster with her fingertips to apply the tooth marks on Shu Zhong's back.

The moment his skin touched, Shu Zhong trembled, feeling that the force on his back was going downwards.

"Take off your pants, too."

"Ah?" Shu Zhong turned his head, "There is no..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a warm body covering him behind him. Du Ruyue's voice was a little hoarse and dark, and she touched his slightly swollen abdomen with her fingers, coaxing softly: "Hey, take it off." .”

……

Later, Shu Zhong became a dried salted fish, and he no longer went out to wander around every day.

In early March, spring grass grows and warblers fly, and the climate is slightly humid, surrounded by a thin layer of mist.

The mist was pierced by a sword, and the delicate flowers that had just bloomed could not be broken by the fierce sword energy, and the fragile stems were broken in two, and they fell down softly.The two figures clashed invisible for a long time, but it still ended in the defeat of the bunt youth.

Meng Yunchi put away his sword leisurely, "One hundred and one flaws, it's an improvement compared to a while ago."

Feng Xi frowned and got up, "Not enough, come again!"

Seeing the sweat on his head, Meng Yunchi clicked his tongue and said, "Wipe off your sweat first, haste makes waste."

Feng Xi's panting became a little bit weaker, and even if he wanted to continue, he still felt powerless: "Okay."

He took off his bunt, scooped water from the water tank on the side, and poured water from his head to his body. The fighting spirit in his chest subsided a little, and he changed into a long robe and outer shirt.

Meng Yunchi was leaning on the stone table, not a single drop of sweat on his body, he was obviously able to handle it with ease: "How about playing chess, you seem to be a little impetuous recently, calm down."

Seeing that he was calm, Feng Xi secretly clenched his fists, but he still couldn't stop the powerless feeling from the bottom of his heart.

He is always separated from his strength by a natural moat, and he can't surpass it no matter what.

It has been eight years, but he is still as calm as he was when he was a teenager, even facing his all-out efforts.

The gap between the two was so big that he couldn't even imagine it.

Feng Xi suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and responded: "Okay."

However, Fengxi also lost a mess on the chessboard.

Meng Yunchi seemed to have noticed something, and said: "Don't worry, you are young and energetic, and you have to learn some things slowly."

"……Yes."

"How about going to the human world?"

"it is good."

Meng Yunchi lowered his eyes.

Feng Xi would never reject him, and the two had kept in touch with each other for eight years, but he could also feel the sense of distance that Feng Xi had always maintained.

Eight years, no matter how cold my heart is, it should be a little loose.

Meng Yunchi paused for a while, then said: "I heard that you went to the Nanman secret realm a few days ago and wanted to find something?"

Feng Xi nodded, and said absent-mindedly: "Yes."

"But this thing?" He called out a long sword and looked at Fengxi.

And the lightsaber, the fairy magic weapon.

Fengxi's eyes were shocked for a moment, looking at the long-handled epee that exuded a faint coercion, his eyes showed infatuation: "This... this is... Heguang?"

Meng Yunchi smiled: "Exactly." He raised his hand and threw it, seeing the other party catching it in a hurry, "For you."

"I...I...it..." Feng Xi suddenly stammered.

For a sword cultivator, a top-quality sword with a fairy magic weapon is no less than giving him a second life for the second time. This is a pair of husband and wife swords. In Fengxi's eyes, he is not even considered a friend.

But Meng Yunchi had known him for so long, and it was the first time he saw such an excited expression on his face. He turned around and smiled at him for the first time in eight years: "Thank you."

It's pretty nice to smile, Meng Yunchi thought suddenly.

"The beast that guards and lightsaber, have you defeated it?"

Meng Yunchi cleaned up the black and white pieces on the chessboard, "I will kill it."

"Really," Feng Xi sighed, "Last time I almost died by its hands."

"When your cultivation level surpasses it in the future, it will not be enough."

"Yes," Fengxi stood up, with a light in his eyes: "Let's go, go to the human world and go shopping."

"Walk."

The peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, and the eyes are bright pink. Huo Song is picking peach blossoms with a pottery in his arms. Lang Yue shuttles through the peach forest. When he sees the fiery red figure, he jumps over lightly with his toes, and hugs the opponent's chest. waist.

"Next time, don't be so startled." Huo Song was startled, then turned around and released his hand: "I'm afraid that if I lose control of my instinct to fight back, I'll hurt you all at once."

"It's okay." Langyue looked up at him like a wayward child: "Anyway, you will feel bad."

He looked at the clay pot in Huo Song's arms: "Are you picking flowers to make wine for the Lord?"

"Ah."

Langyue clicked her tongue, "All your patience is on the Lord," he curled up a lock of red hair with his slender fingers, "You have never been so kind to me, you are always so irritable."

He thought of something, suddenly laughed in a low voice, and said in Huo Song's ear: "But I prefer your rough appearance on the bed."

Huo Song frowned slightly, wanting to reprimand him for his frivolous posture and ask him to restrain himself, but seeing the half-closed smile of the man, he never said anything, and lowered his voice: "Don't mess around."

Roots of ears are reddish.

Langyue pinched his earlobe, and shifted her gaze to the clay pot in his arms: "Don't you like me like this?"

"..."

"I know, if you don't say anything, you're acquiescing." Langyue's hands went around behind him, and she didn't know what she did, and the triple belt that was originally tied with a jade belt hook fell to the ground, "Then why are you so reserved?"

"..."

Langyue was pressed to the ground, her fingers sank into the black mud covered with petals, stained a little, and the hardworking people behind her didn't notice his movements at all.

Langyue twirled a few petals, her eyes moved slightly, and she laughed silently where Huo Song could not see.

……

The night was getting dark, Huo Song walked back slowly with the man on his back, "Why is it always so light?"

"What?" Lang Yue was extremely tired, drowsy and drowsy, muttering something on his back, her silk-like black hair fell down, brushing Huosong's face softly.

Huo Song gently weighed him down: "You are too light."

"Hmm..." Langyue was carried to a certain place, and muffled: "It hurts..."

Huo Song: "...I'm sorry." He relaxed his movements, secretly thinking that maybe he should make some medicinal food for this person to take care of his body.

Not long after, Langyue buried her head in his shoulder and neck, breathing evenly.

Huo Song's neck was slightly itchy from the slender eyelashes, and he turned his head to look at the person behind him.

Such a young man with a strange and beautiful appearance looks like a child when he is asleep.

Huo Song felt soft in his heart.

On the way back, he met Meng Yunchi who just came back. He looked at the two who had been sleeping soundly, and asked, "Where did you go?"

Huo Song thought about the jars of peach blossoms picked by the Lord to make wine, and also thought of the absurdity of the two in the peach blossom field. He somehow felt his face burn, so he lied: "Going out with Langyue, he is a little tired." , I will carry him back."

Meng Yunchi's eyes moved to the face of the sleeping person on his back, he was thinking about something, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word.

"What's the matter, my lord?"

"Nothing." Meng Yunchi took out a bag of things from his arms, "I wanted to try to grow a piece of fire lily a while ago, but the environment in the devil world is not good, so it can't grow anyway, how do you think about it for me? "

Huo Song accepted the seeds, "Okay."

"Well," Meng Yunchi looked at him and said, "You should be tired too, go back."

After Huo Song turned around, he didn't leave. He watched the figures of the two go away, staring at the spot for a long time like a statue of stone until he couldn't see anything anymore.

A few days later, the head of the Chenghua Sect finally came out, Ming Zun, the acting deacon, abdicated, and everyone no longer had to face such a careless and indifferent face.

The gray-bearded old man was honored by Ming, nodded his head slightly, and looked down at the people waiting for orders from His Royal Highness, his eyes slowly fixed on his youngest apprentice in front of the seat——Feng Xi.

"Since Cheng Huazong has no major affairs recently, let's go away," he said in a loud voice, "There is no need to gather together like this to welcome everyone." It's just a pass.

Everyone bowed their hands and saluted after hearing the words, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

"You," he looked at Fengxi, "come with me."

"Yes." Feng Xi followed him into the apse.

"I've been in seclusion for the past few years, and I can't take care of you. I asked Shengming to take you with me. How is it now?"

Feng Xi: "Uncle Master... He taught me a lot."

The headmaster looked directly at him, "Really?"

Feng Xi seemed to be pricked by a needle, his gaze slightly dodged.

The head held two fingers together, "Then let me see what Shengming has taught you all these years."

Feng Xi was caught off guard, and he raised his sword to meet the attack belatedly. The sect leader seemed to be merciless, and every time he hit the vital point, he forced out everything that Feng Xi wanted to hide.

However, in the end, the saber in Fengxi's hand was knocked into the air, spinning in the air and falling to the ground with a bang.

"Sure enough." The head of the sect stopped, bowed his head and said, "That kid Chengming didn't take my words seriously."

"Who taught you this sword move?"

Feng Xi was silent.

The sect leader suddenly sighed softly, "I didn't want to force you, or tell you what to do, on the contrary, the person who taught you these swordsmanship is superb, and his cultivation and realm are not inferior to mine, I just want to persuade you. "

"Fengxi, I've made a calculation. For the person who is close to you, you should either sever contact with him, or treat him wholeheartedly. Don't use two minds, or you may harm yourself."

"Why?"

The head of the sect looked up at the gradually gathering dark clouds, "The sky is about to change..."

The person who is about to change the situation is by his side. He is near the end of his life in the situation, and it is difficult to deduce anything for him. I only hope that he can hold one by one, Fengxi is one, and the remaining person... who the hell is it? ?

The author has something to say: trying to squeeze out the last drop (sluggish)

——感谢在2020-11-0322:55:45~2020-11-0421:57:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lao Na's abbot;

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