After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

This night, Zeyun Juli's moon was light and flowers were sparse, and Mo Xuanfang didn't come all night, but this didn't affect Wei Qing's mood in the slightest.

With Yingluo's help, he prepared ten sets of clothes, matching boots and socks, hairpins, waist ornaments, jade pendants, and even a folding fan and two hats.

Yingluo sighed "tsk tsk" and said: "Clothes can be washed with magic spells as much as possible. A cultivator travels around the world with a set of clothes. Why do we need to bring so many? We Xiaowei are too particular."

"Senior Sister, I'm going out with Ziyun Sect Master, and it's only been two or three months. I always have a set of clothes. How can we look like our Ziyun Sect?" Wei Qing leaned on the bed, and his eyes kept chasing Ying Luo to put on clothes. figure.

"Really?" The more Yingluo thought about it, the more wrong it became, "But you all went to different places and met different people, who can tell how many clothes you changed? Oh, I see, You are wearing it for the suzerain to see."

Wei Qing's face became hot: "Cut, I can't wear it for myself, why do I have to wear it for others?"

Yingluo put the set of clothes on the table, admired and said: "Who knows you, anyway, the suzerain treats you differently from others, and you treat the suzerain the same."

Wei Qing was in a hurry: "What's the difference? Sister, you started gossiping again. If you do this again, I will ignore you."

Ying Luo gave him a strange look, frowned, and said, "Hey, Xiao Wei, something is wrong with you, shouldn't the suzerain treat you well? You are his only direct disciple, and the whole sect knows that you are his heart."

"Ahem..." Wei Qing hurriedly changed the subject, "Sister, I said, why did you match me with a blue cloak for that green suit? Oh, I'll go, the boots are still golden, what kind of epic disaster color scheme are you talking about?" , Thanks to me giving you so much money, you have filled your own pockets."

"Ah? Is it really so ugly?" Yingluo looked left and right, not knowing what to do, "I was looking for the best clothing store in Tianyan Capital City, and I spent all the money you gave me, what should I do?"

Only then did Wei Qing notice the bright and colorful table, and then looked at the light green uniform dress of Shangzhi Temple that Yingluo wore all the year round, he couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed: "Come on, senior sister, let me teach you a remedy way."

After finally getting the clothes ready, Wei Qing clamored to bring a lot of food, he was worried that Mo Xuanfang would not be used to the taste outside.

Although practitioners do not need to eat or drink for a long time, Wei Qing always feels that if he does not eat, life will be less fun. He not only eats by himself, but also eats with Mo Xuanfang, and Mo Xuanfang does everything. According to him, such a trivial matter can only be indulged in.

After a long time, eating and drinking became popular in Ziyunzong, Ziyun Palace even set up a kitchen, and the disciples of Shangzhi Palace took turns to run the errands.

Ying Luo personally prepared desserts such as peach blossom cakes and chestnut cakes for Wei Qing, as well as soft and rotten jadeite goose palms, fragrant fried hibiscus diced and other cooked foods, which were simmered in a Hetian warm jade cauldron, enough to keep them fresh and warm for a month .

This is a magic weapon specially ordered by Mo Xuanfang to be refined. There are nine tripods in total, each about the size of an ordinary food box, milky white all over, and named "Hetian Nuanyu Ding" by Wei Qing.

There are tears in the moon and pearl in the sea, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.Wei Qing only likes this line of Li Shangyin's famous poem.

Early the next morning, Mo Xuanfang arrived.

Although he always looks so cold and out of the world, today, Wei Qing still noticed that he had cleaned up deliberately, wearing a purple gold crown that he didn't often wear, and his clothes were different from usual, the white clothes were thinly hooked with gold and silver threads , looks extremely elegant and handsome.

Mo Xuanfang looked at Wei Qing and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Wei Qing grinned, his lips were red and his teeth were white: "I laugh at women as someone who pleases me, and I'm not talking about women."

Mo Xuanfang hummed lightly: "You're thinking about some nonsense again."

But there was no anger on his face, he just said indifferently: "Master, I want to take you to see my hometown first, Yunqi Town in the Wind Rest Country. The flag town is still there. Do you want to go?"

Wei Qingdao: "There is a saying in "The Songs of Chu Lisao" that it is graceful to drive eight dragons, and it is a snake to carry cloud flags. Yunqi Town sounds so beautiful, and of course I want to go to Master's hometown."

Mo Xuanfang nodded and said: "Si Ying, you are inconvenient to move now. You will travel thousands of miles and travel long distances. Although there is a chariot to ride in, you will also endure hardships. If you feel unwell, you can cancel the trip at any time."

"The body is very fit, the body is very fit." Wei Qing got down from the collapse excitedly, but his body swayed due to the back injury.

Mo Xuanfang quickly supported him: "Whatever you want, I will get it for you as a teacher."

Wei Qing pointed to the table case, where there were two sets of clothes that were matched last night.

Mo Xuanfang grabbed two sets of clothes from the air, and frowned slightly: "What kind of clothes are these? Could it be that you want two of them?"

Wei Qing leaned against Mo Xuanfang's chest, lowered his eyes and said, "You asked my mother-in-law to make this red cloak for me, did you forget? I asked my senior sister to add a white sable fur border, so it doesn't look so vulgar , I wear this."

Mo Xuanfang put the scarlet cloak over Wei Qing's black disciple's uniform as he said, and the people in front of him suddenly shone brightly, like a sick fairy, and Ze Yunju also lost his color.

Mo Xuanfang stared at him for a long time, then raised his hand to brush his messy hair from his forehead and said, "I'll comb Si Ying's hair, okay?"

Wei Qing nodded and said, "I'll dress Master first."

Mo Xuanfang glanced at the indigo cloak in his hand: "Then this one is for the teacher? You are still injured, so I will wear it myself."

"Don't move, I'll wear it for you." Wei Qing snatched the cloak and walked around his broad shoulders with difficulty, "I asked my senior sister to wrap this one in gold, and it just matches the white dress of master's gold thread."

"Why do you wear this for your teacher?"

"Master, you don't understand anything. There is a famous saying in our hometown, since ancient times, red and blue have produced that."

"well?"

Mo Xuanfang glanced at Wei Qing in the mirror, the young man's face was full of teasing smiles, Mo Xuanfang raised his eyebrows, continued to draw Wei Qing's black hair to the palm of his hand, and pulled a small ponytail on top of his head, Draped in the back.

Wei Qing looked at his half hair with satisfaction, took out a white jade hairpin, handed it to Mo Xuanfang and said, "Master, help me put it on."

Mo Xuanfang's complexion changed, and he took the hairpin to examine carefully: "Si Ying, who gave you this hairpin?"

Wei Qing was stunned for a moment: "Senior Brother Lu Fan gave it to me, why, is there something wrong with this hairpin?"

"Oh, Master, I heard that this hairpin has a faint smell of medicine. But I think you have taken medicine for your injury recently. Since it was given by Lu Fan, maybe I was too worried." Mo Xuanfang said, putting the jade hairpin into the sleeve cage calmly. .

"Si Yingtian was born with an aura of nobility, but this golden color can't be suppressed." He took out a golden hairpin and stuck it on top of Wei Qing's head.

Sure enough, as Mo Xuanfang said, with the golden hairpin covering the top, Wei Qing's sickly face unexpectedly reveals the air of an emperor.

Wei Qing did not suspect him, and the two looked at each other in the mirror and smiled.

The sky is high, the clouds are wide and the water is wide, little Azi's chariot changes quickly and steadily, and the master's embrace is warm and firm. Wei Qing leans on his chest, lamenting that the days are too short and time flies by.

However, Mo Xuanfang was afraid that Wei Qing's recovery would be affected by the exhaustion of the journey, so he specifically told little Ah Zi to walk slowly, and to find a secluded place to rest at night, sometimes on the top of a high mountain, sometimes by the bank of a river. Yunju's bed and bedding were all moved into Qiankun bags, and they were taken out at any time, and a barrier was laid, just for Wei Qing to sleep peacefully.

Occasionally, they would sleep on the plains as they passed by lands that were full of aura and untouched by demonic aura.

Wei Qing likes to lie on the soft grass and look at the stars. The vastness of the starry sky is breathtaking. At this time, he will realize something in his heart. In the dark, there is an energy guiding him, so that his body and soul are bathed in the omnipotence of the universe. Healing.

With the healing of his own energy, coupled with the constant input of spiritual power from Mo Xuanfang, Wei Qing's body gradually recovered.

The two meridians in his body are mature, and they are running smoothly.And the little dragon in his body, which was once on the verge of death, finally raised its head again one night, bursting out an endless stream of golden energy.

They crossed the ruined city of Heyang, passed through the bustling capital city of Tianyan, and passed through the Three Kingdoms of Hechuan, Jin, and Leiwu. On the night before arriving at Yunqi Town, Wei Qing broke through the Nascent Soul stage and rose to the state of distraction. .

But Wei Qing didn't tell Master because of reasons he couldn't tell.Instead, he carefully concealed his realm and the growing little dragon in his body.

He had a faint feeling that his master was also showing signs of ascending to the realm. When he was practicing, he could clearly feel the energy fluctuations of Mo Xuan Fang, which sometimes became strong and sometimes weakened. The instability of spiritual power was the sign of ascending to the realm.

Shengjing's excited guard Qing felt a little tired, and the wound on the back of his neck was still tormenting him.

Mo Xuanfang said that the pain from this wound will gradually ease.But it will never heal, and prepare him for a lifetime of companionship.

Perhaps on the day of massacring the city, knowing such an ending, he would be so angry that he would kill Guanghe Yangcheng Fu's family even if innocent people were involved.

Looking at the back of the immortal meditating under the starry sky, Wei Qing suddenly burst into tears.

The galaxy under the blurred eyes of tears is even brighter, brightening his dreams all night.

When he woke up the next day, Wei Qing found himself pillowed on Mo Xuanfang's lap, while Little Ah Zi was carrying them floating in mid-air.

Mo Xuanfang looked down at him with gentle eyes: "Si Ying, Yunqi Town has arrived."

Wei Qing rubbed his eyes and sat up. As far as his eyes could see, a vast sea of ​​white clouds was transpiring, with layers of smoke floating in between, forming rows of white flags waving.

Under the sun, it is like countless battle flags fluttering, boundless, and the golden sunlight sprinkles into the small town on the ground through the gaps of the battle flags, painting every house and bridge in the town with the color of a fairy tale.

It turned out that Yunqi Town was actually such a Yunqi.

"Master, it's so beautiful, let's go down quickly."

"Hmm..." Mo Xuanfang was not as excited as he had imagined, and with a calm expression, he directed the Tongtian Chariot to descend slowly.

Finally, when we reached the ground, Wei Qing jumped down and felt the fresh air. He closed his eyes, opened his arms and turned around twice, and shouted happily: "Master, come quickly, let me guess, what is Master going to take me to eat? "

Without waiting for the answer he wanted, Wei Qing opened his eyes, only to see Mo Xuanfang standing beside an arch bridge, quietly turning his back to him.

Everything was too quiet, too eerie, as if this small town was just a painting, and Mo Xuanfang was the only person in the painting.