Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

Fairy Lingyue is a well-known beauty in the world of self-cultivation. Even though she has been a Taoist companion with Ying Tianhai for many years, there are still many monks in the cultivation world who admire her.

She just listened to her son's experience and didn't care about the magic cultivator named Mu Xing.

It wasn't until now that I became interested: "Oh? Looks like me?"

Ying Shu didn't think about this level at first, but once he had such a thought, Mu Xing's facial features swayed in front of his eyes, and when he met his mother's face in front of him, he felt more and more The two look alike.

He nodded affirmatively: "Yes, very similar, especially the eyebrows."

He speculated enthusiastically: "Mother, do you have any long-lost relatives? It's not easy to grow eyebrows like yours."

Fairy Lingyue rolled his eyes at him: "Nonsense again, how precious is the blood of cultivators, how could they be separated?"

When she said this, a young and fragile face suddenly flashed in her mind, and her expression froze there.

The monk's child was nourished by spiritual power in his mother's womb since he was a child, and he was not born wrinkled and unable to open his eyes like a mortal baby. At that time, the child was made of pink and jade when she was born, and her facial features inherited the advantages of her and her husband, and they were very cute.

If it weren't for the fate of the Lone Star, who would be willing to give up the child who was conceived in October?

"Mother?" Ying Shu waved his hand in front of her, and asked strangely, "What are you thinking? So ecstatic?"

"Oh, nothing." Fairy Lingyue came back to her senses, and because of this momentary thought, she was a little more interested in Mu Xing in her son's mouth.

"The Mu Xing you said is a demon cultivator, whose disciple is he? What kind of Tao is he cultivating?" Fairy Lingyue said warmly, "Mother is not that kind of stubborn cultivator, as long as she is not That kind of murderous demon cultivator, mother will not object to your making friends."

Ying Shu was stunned for a moment, and then said unhappily: "You didn't listen to me before! It's not a question of whether I want to make friends with him, it's that people don't look down on me!"

Fairy Lingyue was a little unhappy when she heard this: "Why does he look down on you?"

She said: "You are the young sect master of Yudao Xianzong, born noble, only you have always looked down on you, no one has the right to look down on you. Since Mu Xing is so ignorant of praise, You don't have to worry about him anymore."

Ying Shu didn't like to hear such words very much, he muttered: "Forget it, you don't understand anyway. I'll go to the senior brother!"

He ran away quickly.

Fairy Lingyue shook her head and sighed when she saw him like this.

It was probably during the day that she talked about this matter, and that night, Fairy Lingyue had a dream.

Sixteen years ago, she dreamed of a child who was digging out the spiritual root from her body with her own hands, crying with a red nose.

She didn't remember much about that child, she only remembered that he was born like her.

In the dream, the baby's face slowly merged with the other face that had grown up, and the vague outline gradually became clear, just when she was about to see her face clearly—

"Mother!" She turned back, and Ying Shu stood behind her and called her cheerfully.

In just such a moment of turning back, the blurred figure quickly retreated.

Fairy Lingyue suddenly opened her eyes.

She sat up and covered her chest with her hands.

This place seems to be too excited in my sleep just now, and now there is a tingling sensation.

"Lingyue?" Someone knocked on the door.

The loving couple do not sleep in one room, but have their own caves.

However, Ying Tianhai noticed the violent mood swings of the Dao Companion, and hurried over.

"I just had a dream." Fairy Lingyue took a sip of the hot tea handed over by the Taoist companion, and the numbness gradually disappeared.

"What dream?" Sect Master Yudao sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to take the Dao Companion into his arms, and gently ran his fingers along her long hair.

Fairy Lingyue leaned on his shoulder and said startledly: "Brother Hai, you say, is our child still alive?"

Ying Tianhai pointed his finger, he naturally knew who the Taoist companion was talking about.

His tone was indifferent: "Why do you suddenly think of him?"

"You just dreamed about him?"

Fairy Lingyue gave a soft "um": "I dreamed that he grew up, but I didn't see what he looked like."

Ying Tianhai didn't say anything, took off his robe and got on the bed, and lay down with his Taoist companion.

"Stop thinking about it and sleep."

He said lightly: "No matter what he is now, it's better not to have anything to do with us. Ayue, don't forget, what fate is on his back."

"Even if you don't care about yourself, what about Xiaoshu?"

Mentioning about her youngest son, Fairy Lingyue calmed down, and the guilt and vulnerability that had just been aroused by the dream disappeared.

She sighed and closed her eyes: "Well, I don't want to."

She let it go, but Ying Tianhai kept it in her heart.

The next day, Ying Tianhai went out.

He went to the owner of Tianji.

Mortals have many dreams, because they can’t control their consciousness, and they often produce all kinds of imaginative scenes at night.

The more advanced the monk, the more difficult it is to have a dream.

But there is also a special case: high-level monks will dream about things related to themselves.

This is generally called a precognition dream.

Daoist suddenly dreamed of the child who was abandoned sixteen years ago, Ying Tianhai always felt that something was wrong.

Ying Tianhai was unable to see the owner of Tianji.

The disciple of Tianjilou, dressed in white and hood, did not show any extra expression when facing the sect master of the big sect, and said coldly: "The master is in retreat, and there are no outsiders."

Ying Tianhai sighed, he knew that the owner of Tianji never went to Daxueshan and often retreated.

In this case, who will not move the other.

He was about to leave when the disciple in front of him spoke again: "But the landlord said that if the suzerain should come, let the disciple tell you a word."

Ying Tianhai raised his head suddenly: "What?"

"He's alive, he's back."

Ying Tianhai understood the word without a head.

His expression became complicated in an instant, he didn't look at the disciple again, his figure turned into a light, and disappeared in this area in an instant.

When he left, he naturally didn't notice that the ordinary disciple of the Tianjilou in front of him, after he left, his eyes turned silvery white in an instant, and quickly returned to normal.

"Ying Tianhai, how would you...how do you do it?" A voice sounded softly from the silent top of the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, it was blown away by the night wind.

When Mu Xing arrived in the South China Sea, the mirage had already opened.

The coast of the South China Sea, where it is extremely difficult to see people at ordinary times, is already very lively at this time.

The sea girl with transparent fins on the sides of her ears, and the sea boy wearing pearl clothes and bare feet, all look very beautiful.

Of course, there are also strange-looking monsters who don’t completely transform into fish scales on their heads, and monsters who run around with corals on their heads, laughing with sharp teeth…

Mu Xing looked very strange.

The stalls in this market are all ordinary sea clans and monks, most of which are sold fresh, and precious things are rarely found.

I really want to see good things, I have to wait for the fifteenth day, the night of the full moon.

At that time, when the moon rises from the sea, the real mirage will really open.

If you want to enter that mirage city, you need to prove that you have the qualifications to enter.

What are the qualifications?

It is capital.

Either you have a lot of spirit stones, or you have to have a treasure worth a lot of spirit stones.

There are still a few days until the fifteenth, so the monks can spend more time shopping outside.

Although this South China Sea coast is remote, there are also fishermen who have lived here for generations.

The mirages of the monks are naturally enchanted, and ordinary mortals cannot see or enter.

In the eyes of mortals, in the eyes of mortals, the mirages with the enchantment are set up, and there is a time every year when the fog rises over the South Sea, making it difficult for ships traveling in the sea to see their direction.

Occasionally there will be lost fishermen, and in the mist, they will catch a glimpse of colorful light and shadow, as well as immortals who are elegantly dressed and can fly in the sky.

But look again and there is nothing.

These rumors spread, and over time, there was also a rumor from the mortal side:

In the vast South China Sea, there is a Penglai Immortal Island. On the island, there are sages who eat and drink dew, who can fly to the sky and the ground, and there are pearls, jade and gold everywhere, and they eat the elixir of immortality.

The emperors and dignitaries in the world sent alchemists to visit Penglai overseas.

Some people are really lucky. They happen to meet a sea clan or monk, and they can get a few kinds of elixir or elixir in the sea.

The rumor that there are immortals in the sea becomes more and more true.

Mu Xing became such a "fairy".

He was originally shopping in a mirage, he was always interested in new things, and even Xu Jiao shook his head and sighed that he couldn't compare to him.

On this day, Mu Xing bought a shell boat from a young sea clan boy.

He was happily sitting on the new treasure, driving on the sea, and facing a huge ship.

There was a sail on the big boat, and the word "Da Zhou" was written in seal script on it.

It is the country name of the current human dynasty.

The people on the boat also saw the shell boat that was glowing in the sea. A little further in, the person standing on the shell was wearing wide-sleeved blue clothes fluttering on the sea, as if the next moment To ride the wind.

Fairy!

Mu Xing has been a mortal for several lifetimes, and is not as dismissive or shunned by humans as many monks.

He declined the idea of ​​​​inviting him to the ship, remembering the rumors, waving, and leaving them a lot of things.

And then really ride the wind.

Add a legend of the South China Sea to the world.

But Mu Xing was stopped before he went far.

Ying Shu again.

He was standing on the treasure ship of Huaguang Zhanzhan, surrounded by a large group of people, Mu Xing didn't look carefully, anyway, he was nothing more than a disciple of the Imperial Dao Xianzong.

Ying Shu greeted him, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are so good to mortals, why are you not willing to pay attention to me?"

Obviously just saw Mu Xing's behavior.

Mu Xing said: "What happened to the mortals? I have lived in the mortal world more than in the cultivation world."

Before Ying Shu could speak, a plain-looking man beside him spoke:

"You lived in the mortal world for many years?"