I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, what happened to me?

Although the masters and disciples Sheng Xi and Jingchen Yuanjun hurt each other, in the end it was the senior brother who resisted everything.

With Yuan Xian's efforts, the master-disciple relationship between Sheng Xi and Jingchen Yuanjun was barely saved.

After finishing the hot pot, the six senior brothers and sisters reluctantly bid farewell to Jingchen Yuanjun.

Before leaving, Wen Zheming used the last moment to ask: "Master, Tiandao once said that he has more than one incarnation, Sheng Ruyue. Do you have to defeat all the incarnations to win the bet made by Senior Feng San?"

The smile on Jingchen Yuanjun's lips slowly faded: "What do you think will happen if you win?"

Wen Zheming hesitated and said: "This disciple doesn't know the content of the bet, so he can only speculate based on the existing clues."

"There is a conflict between the Heavenly Dao and the Mahayana Immortal Lord, but they may be in a state of confrontation now, and there is nothing they can do against each other."

Speaking of this, Wen Zheming stopped to observe Yuanjun Jingchen's expression.

Seeing that he did not correct himself, he knew that his guess was correct and continued to speculate, "This bet may be the key to breaking this balance. Whoever wins can dominate the other party?"

Jingchen Yuanjun did not confirm his guess, and asked warmly: "What is the premise of the bet?"

Wen Zheming was stunned.

Sheng Xi said: "Both parties are willing to bet."

Jingchen Yuanjun nodded: "Only when both parties are willing to bet can there be a bet. For the bet to be effective, both parties must be willing to abide by it. Who do you think,"

He pointed to the sky above his head, without directly calling "Heavenly Way", "Is this the Lord who is willing to admit defeat?"

Based on the virtue shown by Sheng Ruyue, Sheng Xi felt that after Tiandao lost, there was a high probability that he would overturn the table.

She was worried: "What if he loses and flips the table?"

Jingchen Yuanjun smiled slightly: "It's not difficult to lift the table, who can't do it?"

Lu Xiang didn't understand: "We're going to overturn the table anyway, so why are we still betting?"

"Yes, why?" Jingchen Yuanjun asked, with a hint of helplessness in his enigmatic smile.

In the midst of lightning and flint, an idea flashed in Sheng Xi's mind: "Master, are you..."

"Shh." Jingchen Yuanjun made a silent gesture, interrupted Sheng Xi's words, and pointed to the sky above his head.

The isolation formation is not omnipotent. Heaven is watching them all the time, and there are some things that cannot be said clearly.

"There are some things that you just need to understand in your heart. The bet is still going on. No matter whether he admits the final result or not, Xiao Xi, you have to win."

Sheng Xi nodded vigorously: "I understand, if I see the incarnation of the way of heaven again in the future, I will beat him until his mother doesn't recognize him!"

Jingchen Yuanjun smiled happily.

"Then can you tell me where senior Feng San who appeared last night went? He seems to be my father." Sheng Xi said.

"Feng San... do you think it is him who is more handsome, or his teacher?" Jingchen Yuanjun asked with a smile.

Seeing the image stone he took out, Sheng Xi had an ominous premonition: "Master, there's no need to be so pretty at this time, right?"

"You answer my teacher's question, and my teacher answers your question. This is fair."

Fairness is fair, but if you want to record or videotape it, that's going too far.

Saying that your father is handsome will offend the master.

If you say Master is handsome and show Master to your father after recording and videotaping him, you will offend him.

Saying they are equally handsome will offend both of them.

Sheng Xi had so much experience in survival that he refused to answer this kind of death question and directly confiscated Jingchen Yuanjun's crime tools.

"Master, Senior Feng San is so powerful, he should be fine. I won't ask about his whereabouts."

Jingchen Yuanjun was very regretful: "I still want to hear Xiao Xi praise me again."

"Master is handsome! Master is super handsome!"

"Be good." Jingchen Yuanjun lovingly stroked her furry panda head, "There's no need to send her away. I'll leave first, and we'll eat hot sauce together when you get back."

Yuan Xian, who was gulping down ice water, suddenly felt as cold as his heart and stomach.

"That's not necessary. Master, please walk slowly."

Jingchen Yuanjun chuckled, patted Yuan Xian's shoulder again, turned and left.

His figure quickly disappeared around the corner. Yuan Xian breathed a long sigh of relief. Feeling the pungent taste on his tongue, he quickly drank another glass of ice water.

After eating too much chili sauce, his lips and cheeks were rosier and prettier than usual.The eldest brother is simply a peerless beauty.

Sheng Xi felt so sorry for letting him bear so much, "Eldest Brother, this is for you."

Yuan Xian took the small jade bottle and opened the cork, and a faint medicinal fragrance floated out.

"what is this?"

Sheng Xi: "Chocolate-flavored numbing medicine. I just remembered that spicy food is for pain, not taste. If you take a numbing medicine, it should stop being spicy."

Yuan Xian took one, and the aroma of chocolate spread between his lips and teeth, covering up the burning sensation in his mouth.

After a while, the numbing medicine took effect and I no longer felt the spicy sensation.

Seeing that it worked, Sheng Xi became more motivated: "When I return to the sect, I will take anesthetics first, and then compete with the master in the chili sauce. I will definitely not lose!"

Yuan Xian: "...Aren't you afraid that Master will make your anesthetic fail?"

Sheng Xi: "???"

"Master, is he still so capable?"

Wen Zheming nodded: "Master can use his own cultivation to directly resolve the effects of medicine in other people's bodies. The fifth junior brother once took pills randomly, and master did this."

Master is so scary!
Sheng Xi gave up decisively: "Even if I didn't say anything, I'm still Master's caring little cotton-padded jacket!"

Jingchen Yuanjun had something to ask Xin Zong first. It was rare for the six of them to travel far away, so he told them to continue practicing before going back.

If he goes back with his master now, he will be caught by Wen Zheming for training the next day after returning to the sect.

Everyone except Juan Wang tacitly chose to continue training.

Let’s have fun first and then talk about it!

……

The Zhao family was defeated, and the forces of Fengrao Castle were reshuffled.

Sheng Xi didn't know how to divide the interests under the card table, but she knew that Luo Fengzong would definitely not gain much advantage this time.

After the repairs, Sheng Xi and his team went out to purchase.

They stayed in the Pole for a long time, consumed a lot of items, and had to purchase them again.

A group of people walked on the street and found that Fengrao Castle was not dead because of the Zhao family's destruction. Instead, all the monks were overjoyed.

Many homes or shops are even hung with red silk, which looks very eye-catching in the snowy world.

Xiao Liluo was puzzled: "Is there any happy event in Fengrao Castle? Why are the people on the street so happy?"

Wen Zheming stopped a passing monk and said politely: "Fellow Taoist, what happened? Why are everyone so happy?"

The person opposite was delighted and asked without thinking, "Are you from outside?"

Wen Zheming nodded and admitted: "Yes, is today a festival in Fengrao Castle?"

"Hey, it's not a festival. We are just happy that the Zhao family was destroyed."

Lu Xiang was puzzled: "Many people died, what's so happy about this?"

"Many of them have died, but because of the Zhao family's raids in recent years, more monks have died outside."

"Now that almost everyone in the Zhao family is dead, do you think this is a good thing?"

The more the man talked, the happier he became, and he was beaming with joy.

"I originally heard that they were dead, and I was worried that other forces would come to power, but the seven sects issued a joint statement early in the morning."

"Now that our place is under the control of the Seven Sects, we finally don't have to be squeezed by those moths from the Zhao family."

"I won't tell you anymore. The Seven Sects are urgently calling us to go to the Wushuang Sect branch for a meeting to renegotiate the next rules of the Fort of Abundance."

The man left in a hurry and seemed to be the owner of a certain shop.

Yan Che clicked his tongue: "How hated were the Zhao family in the past? I didn't expect anyone to be so happy when they died."

When Sheng Xi thought of the thick tax account book, he could understand the mood of these monks.

Although the Seven Sects collect taxes and have the same rules, compared to the Yiyantang of the Zhao family, the living atmosphere and business environment in the cities under the influence of the Seven Sects are much better.

No wonder these ordinary monks are so happy. (End of chapter)