Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character - Chapter 69

Jin Xianyu was stunned for a moment, and then chased after laughing and crying: “Hey, wait!”

She put one hand on the shoulder of the little disciple in that Kongtong, never thought that this little disciple was more afraid, and shouted while backing away, crying: “The gate of longevity is attacking!!”.

“Even so,” the little Taoist raised his head, with tears in his eyes, choked up, “I will never be afraid of you!!”

Longevity Gate? ?

Jin Xianyu caught the strangeness between the words of this little disciple.

“I’m not a member of the Longevity Sect.” Jin Xianyu patiently explained and comforted him, ironically.

It took a lot of effort to convince the little Taoist that he was not malicious.

“I know you Senior Sister Li Pingchuan. If you don’t believe me, you can call her over.”

The little Taoist looked at her suspiciously, “Really, seriously?”

Jin Xianyu lifted up his skirt and sat down with his legs crossed, patted the open space beside him, “Then you can tell me what all this is about now? What is the gate of longevity? Why are you so afraid of the gate of longevity? “

The little Taoist sat down hesitantly, “Changshengmen… It’s right next door to our Kongtong, and we have bad relations with our Kongtong, and the relationship has never been good.”

According to the little Taoist priest, he introduced himself as Wu Baoer.

There is a sect called Changshengmen near Kongtong Mountain. It used to be attached to Kongtong, but as Kongtong gradually declined, two hearts gradually emerged and wanted to replace it. There has been more friction between the two factions over the years.

“The sect master of Changshengmen has an uncle in Twelve Cave Heaven.” The little Taoist said to her without reservation as if he was pouring beans in a bamboo tube, “His uncle is said to have something to do with Immortal Monarch Dongzhen. With the twists and turns of human affection, the Longevity Sect will become more and more rampant.”

Xie Fuwei?

Jin Xianyu was stunned.

When did he become the umbrella of the local underworld forces?

The little Taoist asked, “Do you want to see Uncle Li Pingchuan?”

Jin Xianyu came back to his senses: “Do you know where she is?”

The little Taoist priest shook his head: “Uncle Shi can’t come now. The people from Changshengmen came to make trouble again this morning. Uncle Shi should be at Baxiantai now.”

Jin Xianyu’s heart moved slightly, and he said seriously: “I want to go to Baxiantai to help, can you take me with you?”

Although she is now half a Kongtong disciple, she still feels a little lack of confidence when she rushes to someone’s house to borrow the collection.

If you can help Kongtong out of the siege today, it might be an opportunity to “repay the favor” (cross out).

The little Taoist heard that she was going to help, thinking that she had just flipped through the cliff, and his eyes widened: “Really?!”

Jin Xianyu smiled and said, “I can’t lie to you.”

The little Taoist got her assurance, and he was very happy, and he agreed.

Afraid of being truthful, Jin Xianyu specifically asked Wu Baoer for a school uniform from the Kongtong School. He slightly disguised himself as a Kongtong disciple, and then followed Wu Baoer in the direction of Baxiantai.

Baxiantai is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, shaped like a gossip diagram, and extends out of a wide platform. Su Rili Kongtong disciples often practice here.

When Jin Xianyu passed by, there were already many people standing near Baxiantai.

On one side are the disciples of Kongtong, and on the other side are the disciples of the Longevity Sect in the mouth of the little Taoist.

Li Pingchuan was negotiating with a thin middle-aged man from Changshengmen, who he called “Yan Chang” inside and out, Elder Yan.

Jin Xianyu probably understood the ins and outs of the matter after listening for a while.

The land of Changshengmen has expanded rapidly in recent years, and it is inevitable that there will be a rift between the two factions over the ownership of the land.

The realm of self-cultivation is actually a river and lake in another sense. Since the father said that the public is reasonable and the mother said that the mother is reasonable, it is better to follow the tradition of the rivers and lakes and use the strength to determine the outcome.

This method is actually unfair to the Kongtong faction.

That small piece of spiritual mine was owned by Kongtong from the beginning to the end, and now the Kongtong faction is declining day by day, and its strength is gradually less than that of Changshengmen.

Li Pingchuan thought for a while, then turned his head and said something to a tall and thin middle-aged man in his fifties, calling him Uncle Guiyun.

Jin Xianyu suddenly became embarrassed.

This turned out to be Master Gui Yun’s deity? ! God knows that she casually lied that she was his disciple!

Han Guiyun sighed and nodded slightly to Li Pingchuan, agreeing to accept this unfair invitation. His brows were condensed, obviously wanting to go up and compare himself.

Seeing this, Jin Xianyu stepped out of the crowd without thinking.

She turned around and stopped in front of Han Guiyun, stretched out her hand in the direction of the Changsheng disciple, smiled Yan Yan, and said crisply: “Master, wait a minute, can you let the disciples try them?”

Han Guiyun didn’t expect a Kongtong disciple to appear, he was slightly startled, “Who are you?”

The girl in front of her was wearing a long sword on her waist. She had a beautiful face, pursed her lips and smiled generously, and her eyes flashed with confidence, without any fear.

But this face is clearly unfamiliar.

Han Guiyun thought about it in his mind for a long time, but he couldn’t figure out who this girl was. Although he didn’t recognize all the disciples of Kongtong, he still had the impression that this girl was completely blank in his mind.

Although he didn’t know the details of this girl, Han Guiyun still frowned and scolded: “What nonsense, this is a place for you to play, what will you do if you get hurt!”

The opposite Changshengmen snorted coldly, “Speaking of now, is it still comparable? If your faction is afraid, you might as well admit defeat as soon as possible.”

In the face of the fierce general Fa Han Guiyun, he did not fall into the trap. Although Han Guiyun’s tone was not good, Jin Xianyu was a little moved by his love for his disciples. She sighed, knowing that the opponent would probably not let her play if she didn’t show a hand.

“Bi, why not?” Turning around to meet the gaze of the elder Yan Changyan, Jin Xianyu grabbed Han Guiyun’s mouth and dropped a sword qi.

The sword qi that fell out of his hand went three feet deep into the ground, and the ground immediately cracked a gap that could not be ignored, showing that his inner strength was deep and upright.

However, this was not the most unexpected thing. The most unexpected thing was that the sword energy that swelled out of this gap was extremely fierce, and the floor tiles under the feet of the Changshengmen shattered in unison under the sword chant of Qingyue.

The faces of Changshengmen, headed by Yan Chang, changed instantly.

Seeing this sword energy, Li Pingchuan’s brain was also dazed, and he couldn’t understand when there were so many characters in the pie.

Jin Xianyu held his sword and looked at the crowd of Changshengmen, smiled sweetly, and retorted, “Why don’t the elders speak? Can we compare?”

Yan Chang’s complexion changed suddenly, he flicked his sleeves, approached Jin Xianyu, and said coldly, “Sharp teeth and sharp mouths! You can do whatever you want!”

This battle ended sooner than Jin Xianyu expected.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, Jin Xianyu fell back to the ground, looked at the palm of his hand, and looked at Yan Chang’s pale complexion, and he still didn’t come back to his senses.

[Ding – congratulations to the host for defeating the gate of longevity Yan Chang, charm value +30]

[The battle has been recorded, and the Longevity Sect is being recorded. The host can click to watch it at any time]

[Kongtong faction prestige value +200, Kongtong faction favorability: hate each other late]

[Current Daxianzhou reputation value: 30 (budding figure)]

Is this too fast? ?

It’s no wonder, after all, her opponent is either Yu Longyao or Xie Fuwei. This is like doing more Jiangsu and Zhejiang papers, and then doing the exam papers of the Great Capital. Before she knew it, her foundation and cultivation had made tremendous progress in the day-to-day crushing.

When I meet Yan Chang and his like again, I just feel that it is not enough.

Yan Chang, Li Pingchuan, Han Guiyun and others were obviously even more shocked than her.

Yan Chang couldn’t hold back his face, but he brought this match up by himself. He had no choice but to grit his teeth: “Today, Yan has learned the lesson.”

With a flick of his sleeves, he left the Eight Immortals Terrace with the Changshengmen angrily.

Jin Xianyu was not interested in the people from Changshengmen, she just looked back, but she met Han Guiyun’s scrutinizing eyes.

Jin Xianyu’s heart suddenly burst.

“Your Excellency is not our Kongtong disciple.” Although Han Guiyun’s eyes were severe, his expression was not hostile, and his tone was even modest and gentle.

It might be that she was regarded as some kind of young chivalrous warrior who roared injustice. The matter has been resolved, Jin Xianyu nodded, and did not mean to cover up, reached out and wiped his face, and took off his disguise.

“To be honest, the younger generation is indeed not a real disciple of Kongtong.”

“Just now, I just went out to fight,” Jin Xianyu’s face was a little hot and a little embarrassed to Shang Han Guiyun, “It’s really offensive.”

Thinking back then, she didn’t change her face and said nonsense that she was a disciple of Han Guiyun’s sect, but now that she met the righteous master, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn’t hold this embarrassing scene.

What does it mean to be a real Kongtong disciple? Han Guiyun was stunned by her words, and was wondering what she meant by these words, but Li Pingchuan recognized her and blurted out, “Friend Jin, is it you?!”

“When did you come to Kongtong?” Li Pingchuan showed a happy face, and quickly stepped forward to introduce her.

“Uncle Guiyun! This is the fellow Daoist Jin I mentioned to you!”

etc? !

It was mentioned before! Jin Xianyu immediately became restless. Doesn’t this mean that she has fallen off the horse? !

She subconsciously looked at Han Guiyun’s expression, which happened to meet the inquiry in the other’s eyes.

Jin Xianyu’s face turned red with “rubbing”, “I’m really sorry for borrowing the name of my predecessor before.”

Fortunately, Han Guiyun wouldn’t have trouble with her junior at all, instead he smiled slightly, “Daoist friend helped us once again today, how can I blame it.”

Not only will I not blame it, but I will also feel a little pity.

“The hero is young, it would be great if I really had an apprentice like Xiaoyou.”

Han Guiyun sighed with a regretful expression on his face.

Li Pingchuan also understood what Han Guiyun meant, and his expression was a little gloomy.

If they had a lot of talented people in Kongtong, how could they be deceived and repented by a small sect like Changshengmen again and again.

At this time, the other Kongtong disciples around, the entire sect was inexplicably caught in a mourning atmosphere.

Seeing these two suddenly become mourning, Jin Xianyu struggled for a while, raised his hand and said, “Uh, actually… what I said in Dongting at the time wasn’t all lies.”

“Kongtong is indeed my teacher.”

Jin Xianyu hesitated for half a second, knowing what kind of shock his words would bring: “…The one who taught me this exercise is actually the elder Bai of the noble school, Bai Pingxiang.”

*****

Wei Hanxiao leaned on his waist, eased his steps, and slid into the tent as if flying.

No matter how lightly his movements were, and the soles of his feet landed silently, he still woke up the injured person on the bed.

“Canglang, are you back now?” Abaha sat up and asked.

Now that he is awake, there is no point in suppressing the movement any more, Wei Hanxiao let out an “um” and walked over to the washbasin rack to clean his hands.

A pair of white hands are now full of scars, and the phalanges that have been crushed by the roots have not fully grown, and from time to time they are sore, and the joints of the whole body are involved in dull pain.

“Anything to eat?” Wei Hanxiao asked in a hoarse voice.

He hadn’t eaten for a day, he was busy like a top these days, and his stomach cramped with hunger.

Abaha immediately rolled over and got out of bed, pulled out a naan cake and handed it to him, and gave him a glass of water.

Wei Hanxiao grabbed the towel and wiped her hands quickly, but she wasn’t picky, she devoured it before the table.

Abaha looked at him: “Canglang, I remember you hated eating these things before.”

Wei Hanxiao is a pure carnivore. He doesn’t like pasta, especially vegetables. His face turns green when he sees vegetables.

Wei Hanxiao didn’t lift his head, didn’t speak, his mouth bulged and swept away the leftovers in front of him.

The young man lowered his eyelashes, and the frost-white hair that fell in front of his eyes glowed with a lustrous luster under the candlelight.

Abaha intends to find a topic with him and induces him to say a few more words, “By the way, haven’t you suffered from miasmas these few days?”

Wei Hanxiao was taken aback for a moment, then put down the naan, with some crumbs sticking to his mouth, “…It seems so.”

His miasma usually occurs once a month, and as he gets older, the attacks become more commonplace, and now he suffers a torment in less than ten days and a half months.

If it coincides with drastic changes, the miasma will be even more ferocious when it strikes.

But this time, it was so calm, so calm as if the demon who had been entangled in him for many years had quietly left him.

Wei Hanxiao was very surprised and pushed the naan on the table.

He and Abaha discussed several possibilities, but unfortunately none of them were verified.

“So what the **** is going on?” Wei Hanxiao fished out the naan again and took a bite.

Abaha comforted: “Maybe it’s because of your return to the spirit.”

Returning to the spirit, the people of Daxianzhou prefer to call it a demon.

A few days ago, Wei Hanxiao had gray hair and demonic energy, which was the manifestation of being in a demon. “Returning to the spirit” usually accompanied the rapid improvement of his cultivation and a great change in his personality.

Wei Hanxiao stared blankly at the ring of teeth marks he bit out on the naan cake.

…is that true?

Why does he always feel that something is wrong.

My heart seems to be empty, as if something important is missing.

Abaha suddenly said again: “By the way, will that fellow Daoist Jin come back?”

As soon as he said it, he realized that he might have said something wrong, and Wei Hanxiao suddenly fell silent.

“What did you say she did?” The boy lowered his head, nibbled the naan one bite at a time, and quickly solved the problem.

“Don’t worry.” Wei Hanxiao’s voice was surprisingly cold and distant, “I will never get involved with her again for you.”

“Let’s go, Master should wake up, I’ll go see Master.”