The heartthrob cannon fodder counterattack system

Zhao Ruisi has been lurking in the Fusang faction for many years, and has recently stolen the "Qitan Heart Sutra", but the Fusang faction has been very strict in checking the entry and exit of personnel recently, it is difficult for him to escape from the Fusang faction with the "Qidan Heart Sutra".

After he got the news that the medicine man had escaped, he thought of a plan to kill two birds with one stone.He asked Jian Wenlin for a sachet. Inside the sachet were some medicinal herbs. The fragrance of these medicinal herbs would drive anyone who smelled them crazy.

On the same day, he took advantage of He Mengqing's opportunity to practice swords, and asked someone to invite Shen Yixing in the name of He Mengqing, and then he took a boy from the Fusang School to play, and when he saw Shen Yixing, he deliberately kicked the ball When you get to the bushes, let the boy pick them up.Then, he angered Shen Yixing, let Shen Yixing do something to him, and then suspended animation with the method of tortoise breathing, and Xiaotong witnessed all this as a witness.

In this way, not only can righteous people kill Yaoren—since Yaoren betrayed the Mara religion, there is only one end to death, he can also be transported out of the Fusang sect as a corpse with the "Qidan Heart Sutra" hidden on his body.

However, this originally perfect strategy was seen through by He Mengqing.

He could only blow the whistle to attract the disciples of the Mara religion.

The Moro Sect army attacked, and it was dark and dense, with black clouds hanging down, and the demonic aura was suffocating.

Jian Wenlin let out a strange laugh, and walked out of the crowd, "The Moro Sect army has arrived, and you should surrender quickly. If you surrender, you can die happily and avoid fragmentary torture."

Duan Lingyu said coldly: "Idiots are talking about dreams."

Liu Feixu untied the gossamer whip from his waist, "Today, let me meet the head of the Fusang School for a while."

Duan Lingyu snorted coldly and drew his sword in his hand.

Liu Feixu flew down from the clouds and attacked Duan Lingyu.

Duan Lingyu resisted with a horizontal sword, and fought with Liu Feixu.

As the two fought, the disciples of the Moro Sect and the Fusang Sect also fought, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Yi Henshui scanned the crowd and said, "Who dares to fight me?"

When he saw He Mengqing, his eyes froze.

"I dare!" Yang Haokong drew out his sword.

"Master, be careful." He Mengqing said to Yang Haokong.

Seeing that He Mengqing cared so much about Yang Haokong, Yi Henshui's eyes deepened.He fought with Yang Haokong, swords and swords were exchanged, it was very lively.

"Who is going to die?" Li Ruisi laughed.

He fled in front of Duan Lingyu and Yang Haokong. At this time, the Moro Sect army had arrived, and he had the strength to back him up.

"What a big tone." Fu Qinxin also rushed over, and she drew out the invisible sword hidden in the piano, and stabbed at Li Ruisi.

Li Ruisi originally saw that Fu Qinxin was a young woman, so he looked down upon her, but as soon as he fought, he knew that this woman was extraordinary, so he focused on confronting her.

Jian Wenlin laughed strangely, "Do you Fusang sect have any masters?"

"Me." He Mengqing took a step forward.

"You?" Jian Wenlin said disdainfully, "I can kill a monk like you with one finger."

He Mengqing turned her head and said to Shen Yixing who was behind her, "Shen Yixing, did you hear that? He said he wanted to kill me."

"No!" Shen Yixing said loudly.

"Then help me kill him, okay?" He Mengqing said in a coaxing tone.

Shen Yixing showed a look of embarrassment, "But... that's the master."

Seeing that Shen Yi couldn't get on with it, He Mengqing changed his rhetoric, "Then can you help me injure him so that he can't hurt me?"

Shen Yixing had already used a lot of restraint when he rejected He Mengqing just now, and he did not dare to refuse He Mengqing's second request.He nodded and said, "Okay."

"Yinu, you haven't come back yet!" Jian Wenlin said angrily.

Shen Yixing looked at Jian Wenlin with dark eyes, "I can't let you hurt my feelings."

When Jian Wenlin saw that the medicine master he had worked so hard to cultivate did not listen to his own words, but listened to He Mengqing's words, Jian Wenlin was so angry that his seven orifices smoked.He whipped out a nine-section whip, and whipped it towards Shen Yixing.

Shen Yixing grabbed the nine-section whip with his bare hands, but the whip didn't hurt him at all.His body of flesh and blood is actually stronger than a magic weapon.

No one knows how strong Yaoren is better than Jian Wenlin, he never thought that one day he would personally understand it.

However, after dozens of strokes, he was defeated.The nine-section whip in his hand couldn't hurt Shen Yixing, but he didn't dare to receive Shen Yixing's fist.What's more embarrassing is that, as a medicine man, Shen Yixing is invulnerable to all poisons, and he can't do it even with all his poison skills.

Finally, Shen Yixing punched Jian Wenlin in the chest.

Jian Wenlin vomited blood and flew out backwards.He fell to the ground, and it took him a long time to straighten up, clutching his chest and saying in a bitter voice, "Okay, okay."

Shen Yixing didn't expect that he really hurt his master, and stared at his hand in a daze.

He shouldn't hurt the master, but if he doesn't hurt the master, the master will hurt He Mengqing. No one can hurt He Mengqing, but he must obey the master's order...

As he thought about it, his head hurt again.

Seeing Shen Yixing covering his head, He Mengqing knew that he was ill again.He was afraid that Shen Yixing would hurt others, so he hurried up to hug Shen Yixing.

When Shen Yixing smelled the fragrance of He Mengqing's body, he calmed down.

He Mengqing looked around and saw that Yang Haokong was at a disadvantage, so she said to Shen Yixing, "Go and help my master."

Shen Yixing nodded, and slapped Yi Henshui with his palm.

Yi Henshui frowned in the face of Shen Yixing and Yang Haokong joining forces.He scolded, "Jian Wenlin, what are you doing?"

Jian Wenlin flicked his sleeves, and black mist came out from the sleeves.

The name of this black mist is "Severe Poisonous Miasma", and there is an extremely rare medicinal material in the formula, which has long been extinct.He only had this poisonous miasma in his hand, and he would lose it after using it, so he was reluctant at first.But he was reprimanded by Yi Henshui, and he knew that if he didn't use this trump card, he might be punished by Yi Henshui when he went back.

When Li Dumi met the disciples of the Fusang sect, the disciples of the Fusang sect screamed with scorched skin and rotten flesh.

When Li Dumi met Shen Yixing, although he was not injured, his sanity became confused again, and he ran away with a roar.

Seeing this situation, Duan Lingyu said loudly: "Back!"

They couldn't crack the black mist, and if they continued to fight, they would just lose their lives in vain.

After listening to Duan Lingyu's words, the Fusang sect disciples fought and retreated.

……

Everyone retreated to the back mountain of the Fusang Sect, half of the disciples of the Fusang Sect were lost, and many of the remaining people were injured.

Duan Lingyu looked at the disciples of Fusang Sect, frowning.

Could it be that the Fusang sect is going to perish here today?

Yang Haokong untied the flagon from his waist, took a sip, and said, "Take the disciples of the Fusang Sect and go, I'll break the queen."

"No." Duan Lingyu said in a low voice, "You are not a member of the Fusang Sect, so you don't need to sacrifice for the Fusang Sect, so let me cut off the queen. I am very grateful for what you have done for the Fusang Sect these days, and I don't know how to repay you .”

"If you want to thank me, buy me a few jugs of good wine." Yang Haokong took another sip of wine, "You are the head of the Fusang faction, if you die, who will support the Fusang faction?"

Duan Lingyu said in a deep voice: "I will not leave you alone."

Yang Haokong pointed behind Duan Lingyu, "Look behind you."

After hearing Yang Haokong's words, Duan Lingyu subconsciously looked behind him.

Yang Haokong slashed Duan Lingyu on the back of the neck with a knife, and then hugged Duan Lingyu who had fainted.

The disciples of the Fusang sect were all taken aback. If Yang Haokong was not Duan Lingyu's friend, someone might have done it.

Yang Haokong handed Duan Lingyu to a disciple of Fusang Sect, "Take care of your head."

"Yes." The disciples of the Fusang School understood, "Renren Yang is a great virtue, we will remember it in our hearts, and we must repay it."

Yang Haokong listened, smiled, and then looked at He Mengqing.

Sensing Yang Haokong's gaze, He Mengqing said, "I won't leave. Master Duan will be fooled by your little trick, but I won't."

"Then you can stay." Yang Haokong said helplessly.

He looked at Fu Qinxin again, and Fu Qinxin looked stubborn.Without opening his mouth, he knew that Fu Qinxin would not listen, so he could only sigh.

The disciples of the Fusang School left with Duan Lingyu, leaving behind Yang Haokong, He Mengqing, and Fu Qinxin.

Yang Haokong sat on a big rock and said to He Mengqing, "Come here."

He Mengqing also climbed up the rock and sat opposite Yang Haokong.

Yang Haokong stared at He Mengqing for a long time, and said, "Although I am your master, I haven't taught you much."

He Mengqing said softly: "Master has taught me a lot."

He is a furnace, no one is willing to accept him as a disciple except Yang Haokong.It was Yang Haokong who taught him mental skills and swordsmanship, and gave him a roof over his head.Although he spent more time outside than in Cangxuan Sect, he knew he had a place to go back to.The Cangxuan sect is like the string of a kite. Although the kite is floating in the sky, it is always held by the string.

Yang Haokong asked: "Do you know why the Cangxuan Sect is called Cangxuan?"

He Mengqing didn't know, so she shook her head.

Yang Haokong explained: "Cangxuan is the sky, and the disciples of the Cangxuan Sect of all generations have taken it as their duty to protect the way of heaven."

"So that's how it is." He Mengqing never expected that this small sect would have such an important task.

Yang Haokong looked forward, the Demon Cult hadn't come yet, because there was a formation along the road, and the Demon Cult might have to spend a lot of effort to get here.He turned to look at He Mengqing and asked, "Are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid." Of course He Mengqing was not, and it was impossible for Liu Feixu and Yi Henshui to kill him.

Yang Haokong handed the jug in his hand to He Mengqing, "Do you want to drink?"

He Mengqing took a sip of wine, then coughed a few times.He didn't expect the wine to be so strong, it was like a steel knife scraping his throat.

After a while, he felt dizzy and passed out.

This wine is called "Immortal Drunk", and it has great stamina.Yang Haokong won't get drunk after drinking it because he drinks it often, but if it's the first time he drinks it, he will definitely die of drunkenness.

Yang Haokong hugged He Mengqing and handed He Mengqing to Fu Qinxin.

Fu Qin held He Mengqing in her heart, did not move or speak.

Yang Haokong sighed: "If the three of us die, the Cangxuan Sect will be gone. Even though I am a worthless sect leader, I don't want the Cangxuan Sect to perish in my hands."

There were tears in Fu Qin's eyes, and he choked up and said, "Master."

It was the first time for Yang Haokong to see Fu Qinxin crying. As his apprentice, no matter how hard or tired he was, he would never shed tears.He took out a token and handed it to Fu Qinxin, "From today onwards, you will be the head of the Cangxuan Sect."

Fu Qinxin held the Cangxuan Ling in one hand and He Mengqing in the other, and walked away step by step.

Finally, only Yang Haokong was left alone.

He heaved a long sigh.

He remembered that when he rescued Duan Lingyu back then, Duan Lingyu was in his arms, looking at him with wide eyes, and he smiled at Duan Lingyu.After all, it was more than 100 years ago.

The days are so short, and the hundred years are full of suffering.

The author has something to say: Note: "The days are so short, and the hundred years are easy to be full of suffering." From Li Bai's "Duan Ge Xing"