The sky is clear, the breeze is blowing, the chicks in the canopy are waiting to be fed, and the adults are happy to rush back and forth to find food. A white shadow swept by, and the risk of passing by blew over the bird's nest, and the adult bird calmly raised its head and glanced at the shadow that was far away in a circle, rolled its eyes, and lowered its head infinitely and gently to cross the food into the small mouth of the chicks.

The white shadow flew over the sword peak of the inner gate of the Yunhua Sect along the strange trajectory, and the disciples of the sword peak who were contemplating the sword peak at the top of the sword, all looked at the white shadow in a circle, and a sentence crossed in his heart: Another rookie who builds the foundation!

On the main peak of Yunluan, the head of Yunsu held his hands behind his back, his eyes inspected the peaks of Yunhua Sect, and found the discordant white shadow, shook the corners of his mouth, and said to himself with a smile: It's good to be young!

The disciples of the inner and outer sects of the Yunhua Sect came and went back and forth in the Yunjian Dojo, and found that a white shadow fell down with a whirl, and the disciples in the square saw that this thing could not hit themselves on the ground, so they no longer cared about it. The white shadow was wrapped in a halo of light, and smashed the bushes next to the thousand-step corridor, and there was a 'bang' huge spiritual power wall cover impact, and the disciples not far from the field stretched their necks to see which rookie had just built a foundation.

After a long time, a woman in a long dress in a cloud dress came out of the bushes, her long hair was mopping the floor, the tips of her hair were strangely raised, her face was calm, and she did not show any embarrassment. The disciple on the side touched his head, secretly wondering if it was not this female disciple? When someone walked by, he stretched his neck suspiciously and probed his head into the bush.

Mu Jun stood in front of the hall of common affairs, and secretly exhaled a breath, breathing whole, trying to drive the embarrassed face on the ground from his mind as much as possible. Holding his chin, he took a closer look at the task boy on the jade bi, and found that the task points near the sect were extremely low, and there were many people who robbed them. Missions outside the sect. It's mostly places where she can't go at the moment.

Just as he was hesitating, Mu Jun noticed a line of words popping up under the jade bi: A Wood Spirit Root Foundation Building Monk is urgently needed-

Reward: 100 contribution points from the sect-

Lord of the Hidden Valley-

Mu Jun's eyes lit up. Plotting in his heart, the sect stipulates that the cultivator is a monk who builds the foundation. All need to serve the sect free of charge. The foundation building monk always needs 1,000 contribution points, the Jindan overhaul needs 5,000, and the Yuan Ying Shangjun needs 10,000. Being able to earn contribution points from the sect, such tasks are mostly released by the masters, and once they appear, it will be a task that all the disciples want to do.

Mu Jun walked to the counter in a few steps, handed over the identity plate, and reported the task number. The manager at the counter stared at Mu Hong for two breaths before he said: Uncle Taishi, do you know where the Desolate Hidden Valley is?

Mu Jun shook her head, to be honest, she really didn't see the mark of the Desolate Valley on the map of the sect. The manager of the counter took Mu Jun to the large map of the cloud realm, pointed to the most edge of the upper left corner, the center of the vast Gobi wilderness, and said lightly: This is the Hidden Valley!

Mu Jun blinked and was stunned for a while, muttering to himself: It turns out that this is how the contribution points of a hundred sects came from!

"That's how it came about. The head of the counter stretched out his head to look at Mu Jun: "Uncle Taishi doesn't know, this task was released seven years ago, but no sect disciple has ever taken this task. ”

"Why?" Mu Jun had a vague answer in his heart.

"Located in the center of the Deserted Gobi, the Hidden Valley is one of the most remote stations of the sect. The head pointed to the small word at the bottom: "Ten years of term, has the Taishi Uncle read this sentence?" The head pointed to a faintly invisible note at the end of the task, and Mu Jun stared at it for a while. From the bottom of my heart, I expressed extreme contempt for Yun Huazong's penchant for writing the most important rules in small print.

"Uncle Taishi, do you still want to choose this task?"

Mu Jun stared at the row of black dots behind the smallest word for a few breaths. Suddenly closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness was covered with the last black dot: the contribution points of the sect in a year are one hundred. Mu Jun's divine sense looked at it several times. Make sure that your divine consciousness is not wrong, and in this way, you can complete the task of the sect in the foundation building period in ten years.

Mu Jun pressed the joy in his heart, nodded with an extremely serious expression, and decided to choose this task. Mu Jun walked out of the hall with the nameplate, carefully calculated the things he needed to carry, and set off in seven days, and the time was a little short.

Mu Jun pinched three sword letters, and it will be ten years now, maybe it will be longer. Daddy, they have been in the city in the clouds all these years, and they have walked steadily step by step, and they often send letters to Mu Jun to report. Qi Qi and the herdsmen went out together three years ago and never returned, and they don't know if they are safe or not?

Stepping on the Phantom Wooden Sword, crookedly bypassing the mountain peaks, Mu Jun finally landed outside Yunhua Zongfang City for the first time in a normal manner. The huge archway is cloudy and cloudy, engraved with the simple word 'Fang City', and it can be seen from a distance that the people who come and go inside are the disciples of Yunhua Sect.

Mu Jun walked along the street towards the center of Fang, the shops on both sides of the street were mostly opened by some families who were attached to the Yunhua Sect, mostly for pills, talismans, utensils, etc., with a wide variety of items. However, these shops are not Mu Jun's destination, if she needs these things, she can exchange them at the inner peak of the sect, the quality is good, and the price is favorable.

In the center of the market, there is a huge free market, where most of the disciples who have returned from traveling here sell the strange things they have collected in exchange for spirit stones. Mu Jun walked slowly along the stalls, and when he met the spirit seeds for sale, he squatted down to take a look, but he bought a few rare spirit seeds.

After shopping for half an hour, Mu Jun squatted down in front of the stall of a middle-aged man with a face, picked up a brown and black strange stone, looked through it a few times, and saw nothing special. The Xuan Ghost Species in his body was about to move, Mu Jun's divine sense condensed, and with a whip, the two of them stayed still honestly.

"What is this?" Mu Jun raised the strange stone in his hand.

"I don't know," the stall owner shook his head: "I got it in the desert, and I asked many people, but I didn't know what it was, so I sold it as a strange thing." ”

"Need the spirit stone geometry?" Mu Jun's heart moved, this person had actually been to the Desert, I don't know if there is the latest news of the Desert?

"Twenty-eight pieces of lower spirits. The stall owner compared the numbers with his hands.

"I don't know what it's used for, but the asking price is fair. A man's voice came from behind him, Mu Jun turned his head to stare at the man squatting next to him, fragrant peach blossoms, and his eyebrows could vaguely distinguish the old appearance of the year.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but Xiao Mujun doesn't recognize the old man?"

"I recognize," Mu Jun nodded seriously, and suddenly frowned: "I am ashamed of my face." ”

"......" Qinggang reached out to touch the top of her head, and suddenly found that the little girl had grown up, and her hand was withdrawn halfway, and she was unwilling, so she reached out again and patted the top of Mu Jun's head: "Xiao Mujun's face is much better than that of the senior brother, there is no need to be ashamed." ”

"Two," the stall owner interrupted the reminiscences of the two, "Do you want this strange stone?"

"Yes," Mu Jun took out the spirit stone and handed it to the stall owner: "The stall owner has been to the desert, can you tell me about the customs there?"

"Desert," the stall owner shook his head: "Lao Xiu also went to the edge of the southern desert ten years ago, and he doesn't know much about it." However, this piece of jade slip records some common feelings in the desert. ”

"How many spirit stones?" Mu Jun was speechless.

"Five pieces of lower spirits. The stall owner smiled and stretched out his fingers.

"Three pieces," Mu Jun stood up and shook his sleeves, ready to leave at any time.

"Hey, these days, business is not good, Lao Xiu is a loss. The stall owner handed over the jade slip and complained bitterly.

"......" It was the first time for Mu Jun to see such a monk like a mortal businessman, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Mu Jun walked around with Qinggang a few times, and did not see anything special, so he walked towards the outside of Fang City.

"But are you going to go out on a trip?" Qing Kong's gaze swept over Mu Jun's eyes: "Have you chosen a good place?"

"I just took over the task of the sect, Desolate Hidden Valley, ten years, one thousand contribution points. Mu Jun looked at Qinggang, who was a head taller than him, and felt a little awkward.

"Ten years in the Deserted Hidden Valley," Qinggang looked into the distance with one hand behind his back, "It's also a good place to go." ”

"What about you," Mu Jun blinked, "Do you still want to go to the Sword Soul Secret Realm?"

"Don't go to the next realm for the time being," Qing Kun shook his head slightly: "Prepare to travel and cultivate your state of mind." ”

"Is there a place to go?" Mu Jun nodded, Qinggang was the same as her, before building the foundation, she was protected and guided by the sect, and after building the foundation, she would travel with the elders to increase her knowledge and cultivation mood.

"Well," Qinggang nodded, his brows furrowed slightly, and looked at the group of people who walked in from outside the city.

Mu Jun's eyes swept over, her eyebrows were slightly raised, the big-eyed woman who walked in the front, her eyebrows were shining, and her long skirt was restrained by a wide belt of the same color, showing her waist. The man in the cloud robe beside her, his hair was meticulously tied on the top of his head with a jade crown, highlighting the tip of the beauty on his forehead, and his eyes flashed when he looked over.

"Yuqu has seen two uncles and ancestors. The sleeves of the big-eyed woman slid into a graceful arc.

"Mu Hua has seen two uncles and ancestors. The thin-lipped beauty pointed man, his eyes swept over Mu Jun's face, slightly stunned, and lowered his eyes lightly.

"No need to be polite!" Qing Kong stretched out his hand, and his eyes fell on Mu Hua's body: "I have heard for a long time that the Mu family is nine young, and the Kuijin Twelve Sword Formation has obtained two forms, so I can have a chance to see it." ”

"Mu Hua is waiting for his uncle to teach him!" Mu Hua lowered his head slightly and raised his hand.

Qinggang raised his hand and saluted back, glanced at Mu Jun slightly, and waved his hand at Yuqu and his party standing aside: "Go yourself." ”

The six men and women behind Yuqu and Mu Hua saluted and followed Yuqu into the market.

"Xiao Mu Jun has something to ask?" Qing Kong looked at Mu Jun's puzzled face, and his expression stopped talking.

"......" Mu Jun shook her head, she was just a little curious, why they didn't want to see Yuqu, if they asked, it was a little ......

Qinggang walked forward slowly: "Ten years ago, Brother Mo Fei admired Yuqu, but she coaxed him to the Valley of Fallen Souls and died. ”

"......" Mu Jun was silent for a few breaths: "The Mo family has no ......?"

"Yuqu, the pearl of the contemporary patriarch of the Yu family, mother Mu Qi, the sister-in-law of the contemporary head of the Mu family, Jindan overhaul. Qing Kong's expression was melancholy: "Mo Fei's eldest brother is just a martial artist who has just broken through the Houtian Realm. The family is intricately intertwined, and the in-laws alternate, and the Mo family has to choke on this matter. ”

However, the future is uncertain, and cause and effect are always in cycle. Qinggang winked at Mu Jun.

Mu Jun remembered Mo Fei's eyes staring at Yuqu back then, and sighed slightly.

+6145(To be continued......