Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    Ying Shu knew what his father was expecting.

    In recent years, Mu Xing's name has always appeared in the sect. He knew that his father never gave up the idea of ​​recognizing Mu Xing.

    But what's the point of them?

    But now Mu Xing is so good, they don't need them at all.

    In addition, Ying Shu remembered how he saw Mu Xing: his blood brother, he seemed very gentle and kind, but since he made a decision, no one should try to change his mind .

    His father was destined to be disappointed.

    Ying Shu said: "It's nothing, he just finished the competition, saw me, and said a few words casually."

    "That's it?"

    "That's it."

      ."

    Ying Shu shook his head: "No."

    Ying Tianhai was a little irritable.

    Ying Shu couldn't help but said: "Father, brother... Mu Xing is now following Lian Huajun's cultivation very smoothly, he is living well, and he doesn't want us to disturb him, some things, you just let go Bar."

      A disciple of the Dao Immortal Sect, with such a genius in charge, the Imperial Dao Immortal Sect will not need me to worry about it for a thousand years!"

    "But he doesn't want to, and no one can force him!" Ying Shu has always respected his father, this is the first time he has refuted Ying Tianhai in such a serious way.

    "We owe my brother, he has the achievements he has today, and he has no credit for the Immortal Sect of the Imperial Way. What are we going to do, what position do we have to make him pay for the Immortal Sect of the Imperial Dao?"

    "What do you know!" Ying Tianhai was refuted, and he was worried, but the person in front of him was his own blood.

    "Your mother and I raised you too naively. Ying Shu, next month, your brother Wei has a sect mission, you can go with us."

    Ying Tianhai stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "This time, I won't take care of you any more, you should grow up too."

    Ying Shu nodded: "It should have been this way. Thank you father for your trouble."

    He bowed to Ying Tianhai and retired.

    For the next few years, he has been practicing with his peers. After Mu Xing's enlightenment, and he left the sect to experience life and death several times, his state of mind gradually became complete.

    Ying Shu often hears some news from Mu Xing.

    This person is too dazzling.

    Cultivation of cultivators is fast in the early stage. From the beginning of the formation of pills, talent and mood are even more needed.

    Many people have difficulty forming a golden elixir throughout their lives.

    As for the realm after Jindan, it is even more difficult to break through.

    In addition to cultivation, what is more difficult to break through is the human inner demon.

    He is a legend in the cultivation world.

    The monks of the Demon Sect liked to mention him very much, thinking that the existence of Mu Xing was simply hitting those Xianmen monks in the face.

      It should be the pride of the Imperial Dao Immortal Sect.

    Mu Xing doesn't care about the rumors outside.

    Most of his time, he followed the master to become more and more white, living in the city of the mortal world, watching the mortals grow old, sick and die, and the dynasties change. Be a spectator in the red dust.

    The mysterious light group appeared again in his dream after many years.

    But now the light group can have little impact on Mu Xing, when he doesn't want to talk to it, he just quits, and when the light group wants to dream again, he doesn't know what it is It's time.

    Two hundred years have passed.

    Mu Xing realized that his cultivation had reached the peak of this world, and he couldn't go any further.

    On this day, he traveled around and came to a human city.

    He didn't think of anything at first until he passed an abandoned city wall.

    There are two young scholars on the city wall enjoying the scenery and chatting, and one of them sighed: "The former capital was the capital, and now it is so depressed."

    The former capital?

    Mu Xing raised his head and saw the simple characters "Cangyang" on the city wall.

    Cangyang City?

    Memories from a long time ago flooded into his mind, and he remembered that this body was abandoned in Cangyang City.

    He and Yue Fubai have lived here for a while, but they often change places. After hundreds of years, I don't know how many places they have changed.

    Mu Xing had a rare interest, and strolled around this former ancient capital alone.

    He didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, and many people around him couldn't help but look at this over-the-top young man. Even, he was smashed with a lot of flowers and brocades.

    I want to come to today's open world and folk customs, and young girls are also much bolder.

    Mu Xing followed his memory all the way to the mouth of a small alley.

    However, there are no alleys here, and a row of flat houses was built, with a spacious street in front.

    He planted a very tall plum tree where he once leaned against the wall to beg, and now the tree is full of cyan fruits.

    He was picked up by Master here and changed his life forever.

    Suddenly a gust of wind blew past him, and a thin and agile figure quickly ran past him, swooping up the tree like a monkey.

    It didn't take long for a few servant-like people to run over from the corner and walk to Mu Xing's side, probably because of his aura, the person in the lead handed over and was quite polite:

    "This son, can you see a seven- or eight-year-old boy in a blue cloth?"

    Mu Xing smiled and shook his head.

    The people said:

    "The thief must have run away."

    "Keep chasing southeast!"

    Seeing those people disappearing on the street corner, the branches rustled, and a little girl with rolling eyes jumped from the tree.

    "Thank you, big brother." He bowed his hands to Mu Xing in a decent manner, and was about to leave.

    Learning is quite similar, Mu Xing thought, this dirty boy is clearly a little girl.

    "Stop." Mu Xing stopped him.

    Wang Xiaotian turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what this immortal-looking son was calling him to do.

    "Why steal?" Mu Xing asked him.

    Wang Xiaotian scratched his head and snorted: "Who asked their master to call me a fatherless man, and deduct my wages! Is my Wang Xiaotian the kind of person who can be angry?"

    Mu Xing asked him, "Would you like to come with me?"

    Wang Xiaotian was dumbfounded: "?"

    Many years later, Wang Xiaotian, who has become a little disciple of Lianhuajun and changed his name to Wang Yan, can't forget the way his brother extended his hand to him back then.

    The immortal touches my top, and the hair grows.

    She always likes to ask her brother, why he liked her back then?

    Mu Xing patted her head: "Maybe it was a previous life, what fate do we have?"

    When he was sick and lying in the cold snow that year, when he was dazed, a gentle voice approached, leaving him a warm blanket and a full load to eat of.

    The first time he saw Wang Xiaotian, he recognized her.