After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

A monk's life is very long, as short as a hundred years, as long as thousands of years, three years is just a moment for monks, but it is enough to make a 13-year-old boy grow into a tall and tall boy.

Wen Mian came down from Yingyue Mountain with a cold face, and the brothers who met him looked at him curiously, wanting to see what the famous genius in the sect looked like.

"Such cultivation at the age of 16 is indeed a natural sword bone." A male disciple sighed to his friend in awe.

"Peak Foundation Establishment is indeed a genius. His name will definitely be included in the list of heroes this year." Another disciple was older, and his cultivation base was a bit higher than that of his peers, so he could easily see Wen Mian's strength.

"Now the younger brother is getting more and more powerful. Maybe in a hundred years from now, we will really be able to produce another one who can ascend to immortality in the cultivation world."

"I don't think so. It's not that there haven't been other natural sword bones in the past thousand years. No, none of them can ascend to the sky. There are not many who died during the tribulation."

Wen Mian had heard these comments countless times, and he never took them to heart, whether they were compliments or jealousy, and now he even ignored them all.

The thin young man gradually left the crowd and walked into a peach blossom forest.

"Master, would you like to try the newly brewed Sangluo wine?" Gu Xie was dressed in white, his black hair was tied behind his back with a ribbon, and he was still carrying two jugs of wine in his hand.

Mo Wenqiao was sitting under a tree playing the qin, the strings made of dragon tendons made a clear and crisp sound, when he heard Gu Xie's voice, the sound of the qin paused indiscernibly.

Gu Xie didn't bother him, and sat beside the wine jar silently, watching the master play the piano.

What Mo Wenqiao played was the most popular piece in the Po Yue Sect recently, and the group of Yin Xius on Miyue Mountain played it every day, and Gu Xie could hear it every time he went down the mountain, his ears were almost callused.

Mo Wenqiao's playing is different from other people's. Gu Xie listened carefully and felt that every tone was extremely pleasant.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano gradually stopped.

"Where did you get the wine?" A cold voice sounded above his head.

Gu Xie opened her eyes and held up the jug to Mo Wenqiao, and replied, "Qingxiao's apprentice likes to drink, so he gave me some."

Sangluo wine had a long-lasting fragrance, Mo Wenqiao poured himself a glass, and the mellow taste of the wine spread in his mouth.

"How long will Master be in retreat this time?"

Mo Wenqiao has not retreated for many years, but this time because he is about to break through the fusion period, he decided to retreat and practice with peace of mind.

Cultivators have a long lifespan, and it is normal for them to retreat for more than [-] to [-] years for cultivation, but Gu Xie couldn't bear not seeing his master for such a long time.

"Maybe half a year." Mo Wenqiao himself was not sure.

Gu Xie calculated the time. He will take his disciples to participate in this year's Heroes Competition, and it will take at least half a year to go back and forth: "I hope that when I come back, Master has already broken through the fusion period."

"Okay, I'll wait for your return." Mo Wenqiao nodded.

Gu Xie's mouth curled up into a smile when he heard this, and he took a big gulp of wine as if to cover up, so drunk that he felt itchy in his heart.

Gu Xie's drinking capacity is extremely poor, once he got drunk and went crazy and beat others. No one in his generation can match him in cultivation, only the beatings are the only ones.From then on, the brothers in the door were afraid to drink with him.

After taking a few sips of wine, Gu Xie's eyes were already foggy, and he stared at Mo Wenqiao without blinking, his eyes locked on him and he never moved again.

Mo Wenqiao was used to his behavior when he was drunk, so he sighed helplessly and let him scrutinize him with his naked eyes.

When Wen Mian came back, the two had just finished drinking and were walking back. Mo Wenqiao supported Gu Xie, and Gu Xie hugged his shoulders tightly. Seeing them speed up, Wen Mian immediately stepped up and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Respect, master."

Mo Wenqiao asked Wen Mian to take Gu Xie back to his room, and he went back to the main hall first.

Gu Xie had participated in the Heroes Competition twice, and each time he went with his master, this was the first time he led others. When he set off, Mo Wenqiao had already started retreat, so he didn't come to see them off.

Gu Xie and several other elders led the young disciples to set off on the flying magic weapon. He looked back at the rolling hills between the clouds, and had a faint feeling of bad premonition.

Mo Wenqiao has been stuck at the peak of the out-of-body stage for several years, and suddenly there are signs of a breakthrough this year. There are only a handful of monks in the cultivation world who can reach the fusion stage. Cultivate well and don't let anyone disturb him.

Every time a monk passes through a level of cultivation, he has to go through a catastrophe. This is the test of heaven for monks. The higher the level of cultivation, the easier it is to die during the catastrophe. Throughout the ages, countless monks died of thunder catastrophe.

On the day when Mo Wenqiao broke through the fusion period, a dark cloud gathered in the sky, and the dark cloud shrouded Wenyue Mountain, and the entire Wenyue Mountain was covered by shadows.

Long before the retreat, Mowen Bridge had set up numerous formations around Wenyue Mountain to prevent outsiders from entering and being accidentally injured. The disciples outside the mountain only saw that Wenyue Mountain was completely dark, and then there were thunderstorms striking down one after another. Almost split the whole mountain in half.

This scene, as if history had reappeared, made everyone's hearts tense, and everyone couldn't help but think of that day three years ago.

The thunder calamity was so powerful and powerful that Mo Wenqiao felt as if his whole body was being smashed into pieces.

Xiu □□ is not good at this point, and is prone to various injuries, Mo Wen thought while resisting the thunder disaster by the bridge.

It has only been three months since Gu Xie left, which is much earlier than he expected, and maybe he will be able to find him after the catastrophe is over.

On the other side, the scene of the Qunying Grand Competition.

On the field, Wen Mian took the sword and beat the disciples of other sects to the ground. The other side was dying, and the referee declared Wen Mian's victory.

The young man's usually expressionless face had a rare smile on his face. He accepted everyone's admiring eyes and walked off the field.

"Junior brother, it's very powerful."

"The sword just now is perfect, Ah Mian, please teach me how to use it!"

"Amian is getting more and more powerful, and he will definitely defeat Tianwuzong's group of self-important guys! Let's see if they dare to be arrogant in the future!"

Disciples of the same age surrounded Wen Mian, a group of people were noisy, with the arrogance unique to teenagers.

"Your disciple is very powerful." Qing Xiao looked at them with a smile, and walked to Gu Xie's side.

"Well, it's amazing." Gu Xie accepted Qing Xiao's compliment without any politeness.

Qing Xiao looked at the next few games and said, "I just received the news that I have been in retreat for three months, and I made a breakthrough today, and now I am experiencing a thunder disaster."

"Now?" Gu Xie froze for a moment, her expression involuntarily revealing a hint of worry.

Qing Xiao has known him for more than 100 years, and has long been accustomed to his concern for Mo Wenqiao, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, it's Shen Qing Xianzun."

Gu Xie knew that his master had always been stunning and talented, and it was not just a thunder disaster, but he felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason, and his heart beat so hard that it seemed to jump out of his throat.

This feeling is very familiar, he had the same feeling three years ago when Mo Zun crossed the catastrophe, and then Shi Zun almost died.

He had a bad premonition when he left the Moon Breaking Sect, and now this premonition is getting stronger, making him dizzy.

"Gu Xie, Gu Xie..." Qing Xiao called Gu Xie several times, "What's wrong with you? Wen Mian's match is over, do you want to go back and rest for a while, I'll see here."

Gu Xie saw Qing Xiao's mouth moving, he recognized it for a long time, nodded slowly, and left the arena.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-11-1220:50:29~2021-11-1520:41:49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 irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Tang Ruan;

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