Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me - Chapter 297

    Xie Huaran and others were brought over to apologize to Mu Xing.

    Mu Xing also remembered what happened before this time, no wonder Xie Huaran was angry with his attitude.

    Although Xie Huaran has a hot personality, his heart is not bad. The moment he fell into the water, he immediately jumped down.

    Faced with Xie Huaran’s apology, he replied solemnly: “I have nothing to do, nephew don’t need to care.”

    Xie Huaran’s eyes widened.

    It doesn’t feel like a lonely snow sculpture before.

    He said in surprise: “So you can talk!”

    Mu Xing turned to look at his master.

     Immortal Venerable Bai Hong said softly: “Your little uncle was ill before, and that’s what happened. It’s healed now.”

    Xie Hua suddenly realized.

    It turned out that he was sick like that before, no wonder he didn’t seem popular.

    Thinking about this, he felt even more guilty: Wasn’t his previous behavior just bullying a patient?

    Thinking about this, he sincerely apologized again: “I’m sorry, little uncle, I really didn’t know before.”

    He glanced at the weak and weak uncle, and patted his chest: “In the future, in Chonghua Xianmen, I will protect you! I guarantee that no one can bully you!”

    The Zixia Peak disciples behind him: “…”

     Junior Brother, wake up!

    Little Master is a disciple of Immortal Venerable!

    Chonghua Xianmen, except you, who dares to bully him?

    Since he woke up at the age of five, Mu Xing officially followed Baihong Xianzun to practice.

    He seems to be born as a seedling of immortals, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast.

    He is very popular in Chonghua Xianmen.

    In contrast, the uncle, who is approachable and approachable, is undoubtedly the best object for the disciples to know about Izumo Peak.

    The fifteen-year-old Mu Xing has a handsome appearance and a smile on his face all year round. Not only the disciples in the sect like him, but even the plants on the Cloud Peak seem to love him extra.

    His small yard was almost filled with flowers and vines crawling over.

    Mu Xing’s favorite person is Shizun.

    It was probably brought up by Immortal Bai Hong since childhood. Every time he gets close to Master and looks at Master, he seems to have a sense of familiarity and intimacy from the depths of his soul.

    Master treats him very well. For his health, he has traveled to the southern part of the mainland many times in the past ten years to find the best treatment for cold syndrome, Nanming Lihuo, and specially invited the medical saint of Medicine God Valley Take care of his body.

    Mu Xing still remembers that when he was a child, Shizun was afraid that he would be bored, so he specially took him to the human town at the foot of the mountain to see the lanterns.

    His current life can be said to be perfect.

    Yes, is that true?

    Mu Xing couldn’t tell.

    He always felt like he forgot something.

    “What are you thinking?”

    A gentle voice came from behind.

    Mu Xing turned back and smiled, “Master!”

    He said honestly: “I’m thinking, why is Master so kind to me?”

    He raised his head: “I can feel that Master treats me differently from Senior Brother.”

    Xianzun Baihong just reached out and touched the top of his hair: “Isn’t it right for Master to treat you well?”

     Touching the warm palm above her head, Mu Xing frowned.

    Something is wrong.

    There is something wrong.

    On that day, Chonghua Xianmen Sect recruited new disciples.

    Mu Xing had nothing to do with a group of disciples to join in the fun.

    Among the group of young disciples, there is a little girl who is extraordinarily handsome, with snow-white skin and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. She is very beautiful.

    The disciples next to her said that not only was the girl beautiful, she was also one of a kind in a thousand talents, and several peak masters wanted to be included.

    Then, everyone heard the little girl’s crisp voice: “The disciple wants to go to Izumo Peak!”

    Izumo Peak!

    The scene fell silent.

     Immortal Venerable Bai Hong would not attend such an occasion, and Xu Guang would represent Izumo Peak.

    Xu Guang glanced at the little girl expressionlessly, and said lightly, “Master does not accept disciples.”

    Mu Xing looked at the little girl named Bi Li and looked around at a loss, as if she was waiting for someone to come over, and asked again, but still got a negative answer.

    He looked at the little girl and seemed aggrieved and retreated to the disciples.

    He didn’t take this to heart, but he didn’t expect to see her again half a month later.

    Bi Li was wearing the clothes of Zixia Peak, and was brought by Xie Huaran to visit his uncle.

    “Are you the little uncle of Izumo Peak?” Bi Li’s big bright eyes looked at him without blinking.

    Mu Xing nodded, thinking that he was an elder, he took out a pearl from the storage bag and handed it to her as a gift.

    Xie Huaran said sourly on the side: “Little uncle has never given me a greeting.”

    Mu Xing glanced at him: “Yeah, after all, the first time we met, you threw me into the water.”

    Xie Huaran: “…cough.”

    Bi Li still looked at him with those big eyes, puzzled: “How could it be? Izumo Peak shouldn’t have a little uncle.”

    Mu Xing’s heart skipped a beat.

    Xie Huaran’s eyes widened: “Little Junior Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?”

    Bi Li muttered: “I should be Izumo Peak’s little uncle…”

    She didn’t say the following words because Xie Huaran covered her mouth.

    He looked at Mu Xing in a panic: “I’m sorry, little uncle, the younger sister worships Immortal Venerable, and you know if you want to go to Chuyun Peak. It’s probably too much hysteria.”

    Mu Xing smiled lightly: “It’s okay.”

    This matter remained in his heart.

    One day, he found time to find Bi Li alone.

    He asked her, “What did you mean that day?”

    Bi Li covered her mouth and refused to speak.

    But she was only talking about a seven-year-old girl, but Mu Xing’s tone was stricter, and she was so scared that she would do anything.

    She said that she had a storybook in her mind since she was a child, in which she wrote a lot of things, including herself and the experiences of many people.

    The book says that she will worship Chonghua Immortal Sect at the age of seven, be accepted as a direct disciple by Immortal Bai Hong, and become the most favored little uncle of Chonghua Immortal Sect.

    In the storybook, Immortal Baihong has only one disciple, Xu Guang, and there is no such person as Mu Xing.

      I’m fine. I’m not going to Izumo Peak, you, you don’t talk to others, okay?”

    It sounded like she had some kind of adventure.

    Mu Xing asked her a few questions, and the little girl actually answered them all.

    So, the place where he lives now is actually a world in a book?

    Mu Xing strangely found that this kind of thing that sounded very absurd, he actually accepted it very naturally.

    The first moment he knew about this matter, what he thought was to tell Master about it.

     But when it came to the end, he suddenly changed his mind.

    But his people have already arrived at the residence of Immortal Venerable Baihong.

    “Xingxing, what’s the matter with being a teacher?”

    Mu Xing raised his head, looked at the man who was taller than himself, and asked softly: “Master, you say, is it possible that the world we live in is fake?”

    Xianzun Baihong gave him a smile: “What are you thinking about all day long?”

    He was flipping through a book and asked casually, “Why do you suddenly think so?”

    Mu Xing said: “Oh, after reading the book, I suddenly had this idea.”

     Immortal Venerable Bai Hong raised his head, and his eyes were full of tolerance: “Don’t look at those messy things.”

    “Yes, the disciple obeys!” Mu Xing replied giggling.

    Mu Xing was 20 years old and when he was crowned, he formed a golden elixir, and the speed of his cultivation shocked the entire cultivation world.

     Immortal Venerable Bai Hong was overjoyed. Like all the old fathers in the world who are proud of their children, Immortal Venerable Bai Hong held a grand ceremony for Mu Xing and feasted the guests from all over the world.

    So far, no one in the cultivation world knows that Immortal Bai Hong loves his little disciple.

    And Mu Xing, and a few close disciples made an appointment to go out to drink and celebrate together in the evening.

    That night, he packed up and was just about to go out. Xie Huaran, who should have been waiting for him at the bottom of the mountain, suddenly came.

    The high-spirited son of the Sect Master looked at Mu Xing with a very complicated expression.

    “What’s the matter? You were reprimanded by your father again?” Mu Xing asked with a smile.

    Xie Huaran was rarely silent.

    Mu Xing realized something was wrong: “Xie Huaran? What happened?”

    Xie Huaran was silent for a long time, Mu Xing was not in a hurry, he found a chair to sit beside him, and took a cup of hot tea.

    After a while, Xie Huaran said in a difficult voice: “Little Master, I… I had a dream.”

    Mu Xing: “Huh? Then what?”

    Xie Huaran looked at him: “I dreamed that Immortal Venerable suddenly disappeared, and the world of self-cultivation was in chaos. My father and several uncles went out to pacify the chaos and never came back. Chonghua Immortal Gate no more…”

    For Xie Huaran, who is only in his twenties, this is definitely a nightmare.

      But all the relatives died, and there were not one out of ten in the same family in the past.

    What’s the use of being the first person in the world?

    He subconsciously came to Mu Xing.

    Because in a dream—

    “In the dream, only the little uncle does not exist.”

    Mu Xing frowned.

    Bi Li said, he does not exist, she should be Izumo Peak’s little uncle.

    Now, it sounds like Xie Huaran, who has lived a new life and has some kind of memory, also said that he should not exist.

    Will it be so coincidental?

    He thought about it in a mess, and he actually asked a question: “Oh, in your dream, who is the little uncle of Izumo Peak?”

    I didn’t expect him to ask such a question, Xie Huaran was also stunned for a moment, and then said in a trance: “No, in the last life, there was only Master Xuguang in Izumo Peak.”

    Oh, the two of them aren’t actually the same version of the plot? Mu Xing thought so.