How Cannon Fodder Master Became the Favorite of Xianmen Group[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 80

Apprentice, I came to you as a teacher.

Along the way, countless originally bustling capitals have become empty.

Originally, when the five immortal sects were united against the enemy, they would send their disciples to rescue them. However, since the Zixiao Sword Sect targeted Han Zhang, they no longer had time to take care of those small sects that were attached to them.

This situation improved slightly after approaching the boundary of Qingyangzong, and the towns along the road gradually gained popularity.

It's just that the world is very chaotic recently, and every house is closed.

As the sky was getting dark, Xu Suining glanced at Han Zhang, "Let's find a place to rest."

Han Zhang nodded, naturally he had no objection.

Afterwards, the two found a quiet and secluded cold pool, and a cluster of flames rose beside the pool.

The moon hangs high above the treetops, and the cicadas sing in my ears.

"Master, is something on your mind?" Although it was a question, Han Zhang was very sure in his heart.

"Why do you ask that?" Xu Suining took out a cloak from the storage bag and handed it over.

Han Zhang stretched out his hand to take it while speaking, "Since we left Qingluan Mountain, Master has often stared at a certain place in a daze."

"Is it because you often stare at a certain place in a daze that you have something on your mind? Couldn't it be because you are a teacher?"

Han Zhang, "..."

Master is still in the mood to joke, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Xu Suining set up barriers around him, then closed his eyes and meditated.

Han Zhang slowly moved over, bent down, rested his head on Xu Suining's leg, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, Han Zhang recalled the little things in Tianshui Town for the first time. Perhaps, because of the proximity to the town, that unpleasant memory made him frown.

Xu Suining opened his eyes, released his spiritual power, and retracted it instantly.

A flying fly was dismembered by five horses ten meters away from the two of them.

The slightly cool fingertips lightly touched the center of the boy's frowning brows.

The boy in his arms snorted softly in his sleep, and unconsciously clutched the corner of Xu Suining's clothes with his fingers, as if he was afraid that if he relaxed, the person in front of him would disappear.

This sleep was extremely restless, and when Han Zhang woke up, he found himself leaning against the stone wall, wrapped in a cloak, but the master was gone.

He was about to get up to search, when he saw Xu Suining coming from the forest against the light from a distance. The morning light shone on him, and the mottled tree shadows swayed in the wind, which made people see it a little unreal.

That strange feeling reappeared.

He knew that Xu Suining had something to hide from him, but he didn't dare to ask.

He was afraid that he would not get an answer, and he was afraid that the answer he got would not be what he thought.

So just don't ask, as if you can pretend that you don't know anything.

"Wake up and see what this is."

Xu Suining handed over the oiled paper bag in his hand, with a smile on his face, looking forward to Han Zhang's expression after seeing it.

Han Zhang carefully opened the oiled paper, and first smelled a fragrance, which seemed to be the fragrance of lotus flowers.

"Lotus Cake?"

"A child passed by just now, and I heard from him that the Lotus Festival in Tianshui Town has just passed, and if the child eats this lotus cake, everything will go well in the coming year." Xu Suining made up nonsense without blinking.

Han Zhang didn't take it apart, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, it tasted a bit strange.

Seeing the expression on his face, Xu Suining frowned and asked, "What? Isn't it delicious?"

"Master, come to taste too?" Han Zhang handed back the remaining cakes.

Xu Suining was about to reach out to take a piece, but he suddenly stopped, then waved his hand, "I won't eat anything that children eat, forget it, if it doesn't taste good, I won't eat it, let's go, turn over Tianshui Town is just across a small hill, and I just wanted to ask, didn’t you live here when you were a child? You don’t know why we’ve all arrived, otherwise we wouldn’t have had to sleep by this cold pool last night.”

Han Zhang looked puzzled, looking at the surrounding scene, it seemed that he was really not familiar with it.

He tried hard to recall the past, but found that most of those memories were blurred, and he clearly only dreamed about them last night.

Naturally, Xu Suining didn't really blame it, but he said it casually.

Seeing that Han Zhang was having a hard time thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and tapped on his altar, "The time is almost up, let's go."

The hill was not high, but it was very big, and it took the two of them a lot of time to walk up.

But looking down from the top of the mountain, there are large green wheat fields, which look like green waves when the wind blows by.

Han Zhang was in a trance for a moment as he watched the smoke rising from the small town not far away.

But this calm was broken by the sound of footsteps behind him.

Countless monks quietly appeared behind the two of them, some standing on the ground, some hanging in the air, densely packed people covered the sun, but the people in the small town couldn't see it.

The old man was lying on the rocking chair, and the little boy beside him was playing with the crickets he had caught, but found that it was suddenly dark.

The child got up quickly, and hid behind the old man in fear, "Grandma, why is Mr. Sun gone?"

The old man smiled, and patted the child's head lovingly, "I was scared away by you, did you fart just now?"

The child's cheeks flushed, and he muttered, "It's obviously not loud at all, grandma, how do you know?"

"Sounding farts don't stink, and stinky farts don't sound loud. Of course I smell it." The old man joked with a smile.

Xu Suining looked back, the smile on his face hadn't disappeared, and turned to look at the menacing crowd.

Seeing that Xu Suining was still as immortal as before, some monks couldn't help persuading him: "Xuanhe Xianzun, I only think that you two have a deep relationship, but what Han Zhang did is beyond the tolerance of heaven and earth. If you don't want to, Just let me clean the door for you."

The leader Fengran Jianzun stared at Xu Suining.

He may be the only one who knows the inside story among the orthodox monks present, but he will not say anything.

When the two sides are fighting and getting mixed up, even if he kills Xu Suining, no one will know that he did it on purpose, and it will only be an accident that happened without eyes.

Feng Ran's little abacus was playing loudly here, Xu Suining suddenly narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked straight at him.

At that moment, Feng Ran felt that the bone-piercing sword intent was behind him, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Xu Suining raised the corners of his mouth, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Master Fengran Sword, can I trouble you to step aside, you are blocking the sun of this deity."

Even though it was a very common sentence, Master Fengran Jian couldn't help but listen to his words, and moved an inch to the side, and when he came back to his senses, he wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

He could only forcibly hold the respect, and smiled, "Xuanhe Xianzun, if you are willing to hand over the devil Han Zhang, such a good sun, naturally you can sun it if you want."

After that ray of sunlight shone on Xu Suining's body again, he didn't bother to deal with that bad old man Fengran any more, and took out a piece of white flour steamed bun from Qiankun's sleeve.

With just this one action, everyone present took a big step back in fright.

Han Zhang behind him couldn't help but sneered, the mockery couldn't be more obvious.

Some disciples couldn't bear it, and stuck their necks to quibble, "We believe in the character of Xuan He Xianzun, but no one knows if you, the devil, will suddenly make dirty tricks."

"that is!"

The crowd joined in.

Xu Suining wrapped the steamed bun in oiled paper and put it back in his arms.

Suddenly, the situation changed.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and all the monks present couldn't open their eyes.

Han Zhang couldn't help frowning because of this change. Suddenly, a vortex appeared out of thin air under his feet, "Master——"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Han Zhang's eyes widened, and the person behind him continued to push him out, but the wind messed up his hair, making him unable to see the person's eyes clearly.

Seeing this scene, the monks present all showed expressions of astonishment.

Then someone excitedly said: "I knew that Xuanhe Xianzun is not a person who likes to help and abuse. He has been staying by Han Zhang's side all the time, just for this moment!"

Xu Suining couldn't help but want to praise this guy for his brains.

He touched the steamed bun in his arms, and just before the vortex was about to disappear, it turned into a white light and flew in.

"Oops, the Immortal Venerable must have been brought in by the devil's spell, what should we do, should we save the Immortal Venerable?"

"Do you know what's in there? If it was the killing formation arranged by the immortal for the demon, it would be no problem for the immortal to enter, but for you and me, that may not be the case."

"Fellow Daoist is right."

In just a few sentences, the hypocrisy is vividly displayed.

When Xu Suining opened his eyes again, he saw an exquisite wooden carved flower bed in front of him. The room was very dark and he couldn't tell what time it was. The incense burning in the censer was a bit pungent. He reached out to extinguish the censer, but found that there was no spirit in his body. force.

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and then gradually recalled.

While thinking, the door was pushed open.

There was finally a glimmer of light in the dark room.

"Master, it's time to take medicine."

"Well, let it go."

After the maid Ginkgo put the medicine bowl on the table, she quietly backed out, closed the door, and the room returned to the previous darkness.

Xu Suining struggled to get up, walked to the table, lit the candlestick, and then he could see the whole room clearly.

Judging from the furnishings in the house, his current identity should be the young master of a rich family. As for what disease he has, it is temporarily unknown.

Of course, he didn't know how to drink that bowl of medicine for unknown reasons. He picked it up and poured it into the flower pot beside the window. When he opened the window, a damp wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers came blowing towards his face. Many flowers and plants were well taken care of by the maid, even Xu Suining, who was suffering from a splitting headache, couldn't help but feel refreshed when he saw the colorful beauty of fallen flowers in front of him.

When Ginkgo came back from the courtyard, she saw Xu Suining standing in front of the window wearing only a coat, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Master, you are weak, the doctor said you can't blow the wind."

Xu Suining was also considered a half-hearted alchemist, his body was indeed weak and he didn't have a few years to live.

He waved his hand, closed the window by himself, went back to the house, and was dressed by Ginkgo. It wasn't because he was lazy, but it was just that his body was out of breath after standing for a while, and it was difficult to put on any clothes.

After getting dressed, Xu Suining let Gingko go out.

He lay on the chair, took a long while, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of oiled paper on the desk, and walked over to see that it was the piece of white flour steamed bread that he had put in his arms before he came in.

He opened the oil-paper packet, grabbed half of it and put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly.

The remaining half was rewrapped and carefully put into the bosom.

"I'm sorry, little devil, it was prepared for you, but now, if you don't eat it as a teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you, cough cough."

This white flour steamed bun is nothing to a cultivator, but it is a rare commodity for ordinary people.

After digesting the steamed buns, his body is a little better, at least he can go out.

Xu Suining pushed open the door, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, and sighed deeply.

Apprentice, I am looking for you as a teacher.