After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Congratulations were heard endlessly in the hall, and even Ying Lianzi couldn't help but praise "good boy", Lu Fan hurried up to Wei Qing to congratulate him frequently.

Only Sun Daoyi had a tense face, Li Yu was trembling, and the rest of the disciples were also downcast.

Mo Xuanfang stretched his eyebrows on the seat, waved his long sleeves and said: "Very good, this is really a great happy event for Ziyunzong. Si Ying, you have made great contributions to Ziyunzong. If you have any requests, just ask and do your best for the teacher." Can satisfy you."

"Thank you master, please master to wash away the stigma of the seven senior sisters." Wei Qing walked to Ying Luo and wiped away the tears on her face.

Mo Xuanfang nodded: "Daoyi, do you have anything else to say?"

"Daoyi didn't dare. Wei Siying made a great contribution, and the seven people including Yingluo obviously did nothing wrong. I didn't think carefully, so I took the wall under the door to think about it."

Sun Daoyi smiled wryly, and the Highness bowed deeply.

Ying Lianzi followed closely and said, "Sovereign, I was also at fault. Everything depends on the suzerain's punishment. It's just that Lu Fan has nothing to do with this matter from the beginning to the end. Please don't blame him on the suzerain."

"Master..." Wei Qing suddenly took a step forward, "I still have something to ask."

Sun Daoyi snorted softly: "I knew you would make trouble, but that's all."

Wei Qing seemed not to have heard, smiled smartly, and said to Mo Xuanfang: "Although Uncle Ying and Uncle Sun hurt the disciple and made mistakes, but the disciple knows that they are all sincerely for the good of Ziyunzong. Master often Teach me, there is nothing good that can be corrected after mistakes are made, since the disciple and the senior brothers and sisters are all fine, the disciple is willing to ignore the previous suspicions, and please master not to punish them."

As soon as these words came out, the palace masters praised Wei Siying again and again, praising Wei Siying for his generosity and style of Mo Xuan Fang.

Only Ying Lianzi and Sun Daoyi were stunned on the spot, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Xuanfang curled up the corners of his lips, with a look of complacency on his lips, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I'm sure."

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and the warm wind blew in Ziyun Palace, and the sun was shining brightly in Zeyunju, with glittering and translucent spiritual dust everywhere.

The master and apprentice sat opposite each other in the gazebo.

The pavilion is surrounded by mountains on three sides, all of which are forty to fifty feet high. Several crystal waterfalls in the mountain streams burst into water, splashing in all directions, flashing countless small rainbows, and the water flows into the Linghu Lake at the foot of the mountain. Covered with a layer of hazy water vapor, nourishing Ze Yunjuli's abundant aura.

Mo Xuanfang put the carved porcelain bowl on the gazebo table, tapped the edge of the bowl lightly with his fingertips, and the soup in the bowl started to boil.

Lingseed Wheat Vermicelli is golden and bright, with seven or eight leaves of auspicious grass, soaked in light green Xianzhi soup, served with sliced ​​meat, and nested with an egg bun, it is oily, rich and delicious.

He pushed the soup bowl in front of Wei Qing, his expression was not close to sadness and joy, but a pool of warm water faintly filled his eyes.

A bowl of vulgar longevity noodles was made by the immortal Mo Xuanfang. Wei Qingzao impatiently took the bowl. It has been eight years, no matter how much the same bowl of noodles is eaten, he will never get tired of it.

He picked up the noodle bowl, bent down to thank the master, sat on the stone bench, scooped up the noodles and sucked them into his mouth.

"Hot! Master, it's hot." Wei Qing covered his mouth and jumped up.

"You're so old, you don't even know how hot or cold it is." Mo Xuanfang criticized verbally, but couldn't help but put his mouth against the edge of the bowl and blew, then picked up Wei Qing's chopsticks and picked a noodle into his mouth Li, "Is this also called soup?"

He raised his eyes to look at Wei Qing, but saw that his face was full of innocence, but the sly smile in his eyes betrayed his small thoughts.

Mo Xuanfang curled up his fingers and flicked Wei Qing's forehead lightly: "You dare to think of being a teacher."

Wei Qing rubbed his forehead and said with a playful smile: "Master, why did you stop eating with your disciples for a long time, and it's fun to eat a bowl of noodles together."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks that Mo Xuanfang had used, squinted his eyes and exaggeratedly sniffed, "What a fairy spirit."

After speaking, he picked up a big mouthful of noodles with the chopsticks without hesitation, sucked them into his mouth, his cheeks bulged like a frog, and the taste became even sweeter.

Such an embarrassing eating appearance did not damage his beautiful face, and it was even more gorgeous in the lake and mountains.

Mo Xuanfang had nothing to do with this apprentice, seeing him feasting in front of him, the skinny child ten years ago seemed to be still yesterday, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he shook his head with a smile, and there was more doting in his eyes.

A bowl of noodles was quickly finished, even the soup was down to the bottom, Wei Qing had just put down the bowl when he received a silk handkerchief from Mo Xuanfang, which contained a pill.

The black elixir, with dark lines full of energy flowing through the body, Wei Qing has been taking this elixir since he was a child.

"Master, I will fall asleep after taking this elixir, I want to take it later."

What Mo Xuanfang told him to eat has always been to eat with trust, without asking the origin, but today he hesitated.

Mo Xuanfang took back the elixir, sat back on the stone bench, and straightened his clothes: "I know what you are waiting for, today you have made great contributions to the sect, but all you ask for are others, this is not your nature. Tell me, what you want, I will listen to you as a teacher."

Wei Qing stood up, bowed politely, and said, "Master, I grew up in the sect. Seeing Master, you care about the world and protect the common people. Although Si Ying's cultivation is superficial, I also know that this is the real truth. The right path of immortality.

What I do for Zongli today is to do things for the common people of the whole world, and for the people of all countries. I only want the world to be peaceful, so that Master can feel at ease. "

In the gazebo, the breeze blew up Wei Qing's red clothes. Mo Xuanfang looked at the young man in fresh clothes and furious horse for a long time, and felt that ten years had passed with the flick of his fingers.

He nodded slightly: "What a peaceful world, I feel at ease for the teacher. Si Ying, you have grown up."

"So, master." Wei Qing sat down, looked at Mo Xuanfang eagerly, and sighed, "I am eighteen this year, and my cultivation level is still at the bottom of the sect. Everyone knows that I am your direct disciple, you know Am I ashamed every day?"

"Oh?" Mo Xuanfang smiled knowingly, waiting for the next article.

But Wei Qing didn't want any magic talisman, but just said: "Master, can't you stay in retreat for two days? Or, you can take me with you during the retreat. I am not afraid of hardship. I want to improve my cultivation with Master. for."

"Si Ying..." Mo Xuanfang's face changed color, he stood up abruptly, walked to the lake and stood with his hands behind his back, "I have been a teacher for the past two years...something went wrong in my cultivation in the past two years, I need to retreat and clean up, it's hard to do is you."

"Something went wrong?"

Wei Qing's heart skipped a beat, and with Mo Xuanfang's cultivation, it must not be a small problem if something went wrong.

He hurried forward and asked, "Master, are you alright?"

"It's okay..." Mo Xuanfang didn't look at him, and there was no emotion in his voice.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Wei Qing felt. A problem that could not be solved after two years of retreat could be a small problem.

"Master, when will you be able to officially leave the customs?"

"Should..." Mo Xuanfang frowned, "If there are no accidents, within three months."

It looks more serious than I imagined.Wei Qing was well aware of Mo Xuanfang's temperament, and he would not tell the truth unless he showed some slapstick skills.

"Master, just promise me..." Wei Qing said as he wrapped his arms around Mo Xuanfang's waist from behind as before.

Now Wei Qing is also about 1.8 meters tall, not much shorter than Mo Xuanfang, but he has no fear, leaning over at this time, leaning on Mo Xuanfang's shoulder, rubbing: "Master..."

He has been close to Mo Xuanfang since he was a child, and he often used his master as a pillow, not to mention hugging his thighs, hugging his waist, climbing his shoulders, and his back.

However, after the age of 16, Mo Xuanfang had obviously deliberately alienated him. Unexpectedly, this time, he was directly angry.

His sleeves fluttered, and Mo Xuanfang directly ejected Wei Qing out of the gazebo. Now that Wei Qing has passed the Foundation Establishment, he has some foundation and stands firmly.

But he stood there in a daze, looking at Mo Xuanfang's tall and straight back, standing in the middle of the surrounding mountains with no less majesty, a trace of sadness welled up in his heart.

That back view is the dependence of thousands of people, and it can still bring him a sense of security, but why?Master has changed into a different person?

Mo Xuanfang didn't look back, nor did he intend to explain, and said coldly: "Okay, you go back to the bedroom to take the pill first, and I will leave after the medicine is over."

go again...

That's what it means to retreat, don't you even want to accompany me for two days to celebrate my birthday?Even if something went wrong in cultivation, how can you work hard at this moment?

Wei Qing pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, went back to the gazebo, took the pill, turned his head and left.

When Hong Ying turned around the mountain and disappeared at the end, Mo Xuanfang's hands behind his back suddenly clenched into fists and shrank hard.

The calm surface of the lake is choppy.

Half an hour later, there was a slight snoring sound in Wei Qing's room.But looking carefully, he frowned slightly, as if there was something wrong in his heart, and he was not at peace in his dream.

Mo Xuanfang habitually reached out his hand, trying to smooth the unevenness between his brows, but his fingers stopped half an inch away from his face, and his slender fingers finally curled up in one place, and slowly retracted.

After a long time, the white shadow disappeared outside the palace gate like a breeze, leaving only a slight sigh.

Wei Qing's eyes suddenly opened.

He quickly got up, called out little Ah Zi, put on the invisibility cloak and chased out the door.

To deal with Mo Xuanfang, you can't just have the invisibility cloak.So instead of taking the elixir given to him by Mo Xuanfang, he took another elixir that concealed his aura.

Although the efficacy of this elixir is only two hours, it should be enough.

Wei Qing followed behind with bated breath, and saw that Mo Xuanfang went straight through the Cangwu Hall to the back mountain. He had been to that place before, and if he went up, he could reach Kunxuhaomiao Peak, which is the altar where the Dingtian Divine Formation was opened. .

It was Ziyunzong's restricted area, Wei Qing stole it once, stepped on some kind of trap, and almost fell into the Yourot Cave.

But he never dreamed that the place Mo Xuanfang was going to would be the entrance to hell—his childhood shadow, the Yourot Cave.

After hesitating for a while, finally, his worry about Mo Xuanfang overcame his fear. Wei Qing knew that there was a secret passage from Haomiao Peak that could lead directly to the bottom of Yukun Mountain. In that deep place, he saw Mo Xuanfang disappear after entering the secret passage. Gritting his teeth, he followed in.

Feet sank, feeling being sucked into the vortex again, Wei Qing couldn't help but fell into the darkness.

Fortunately, he had developed his guts early in these years, and he was able to stabilize his foot in an emergency. Coupled with the help of Xiao AhZi wrapped around his body, it was considered safe in practice.

The black mist was still so thick that it was almost impossible to see. He suddenly heard the piercing "cracking" sound in his ears, squeezed sweat in his palms, stayed quietly for a while, and walked over in the dark when the sound stopped.

But it was a hole, the sound just now was like a mechanism to open the door, it felt very different from the entrance ten years ago.

He stepped in cautiously, feeling his feet were soft, he had kicked something, he wrapped little Ah Zi around the lighting bead and took a look.

Oh my god, there are more than a dozen disciples lying here and there on the icy ground, all of them are wearing the black clothes of the fourth hall, they don't know whether they are dead or alive.

"Master..." He called out hoarsely, almost crying.