In the early morning, the mist was shrouded, and the morning wind of the desolate Gobi was whistling through loneliness, Mu Jun squatted on the wind rock mound with his sleeves caged, glanced at Liyue who was lying on the guqin with one hand on his forehead, and muttered in his heart: It is the most difficult to accept the grace of the beauty. Liyue, who was drunk last night, danced on a whim, Mu Jun was hot-headed, playing the piano on one side to help the fun, but he didn't think about it, annoyed the master of the Hidden Valley, and threw them out of the Hidden Valley in the air.

When Liyue was slightly drunk, he still remembered to find a guqin as a bed, Mu Jun had to touch out the futon to meditate in the night dew, secretly thinking, if Liyue is not strong enough to drink, if he is really drunk for three autumns, do he have to sleep here for three autumns? Looking back at the Barren Hidden Valley, Mu Jun pursed his lips, thinking that Liyue and Jianji have a past that has to be said, looking at this scene, Liyue's head was kicked by a donkey and will not have anything to do with Jianji......

As the sun rose, Liyue lazily opened his eyes, looked around, sat up straight, and patted his forehead: "I forgot that I can't bear to make noise for so many years!"

The moon rose, and as if the five fingers crossed the strings, countless water balls flew towards Mu Jun from all directions, smashing on the light mask, causing ripples of spiritual power. Mu Jun opened his eyes helplessly, pinched the trick in front of his chest with both hands, and a pale rune appeared in the air, passing through the light mask, instantly sucking up all the water balls. Liyue raised her eyebrows, her fingers running across the strings on her side, but for a while, Mu Jun's side was within a radius of three zhang. The downpour fell, every drop of water that fell. The mask shook once, but only twenty breaths. Mu Jun's spiritual power dried up, and the light mask disappeared.

When the rain stopped, Mu Jun touched a handful of water droplets on his face, glanced at Liyue, who was looking at him with his eyes open and smiling, pursed his lips, and muttered in his heart: Cultivation is high, you boss. The spiritual power wandered away, and the water vapor dissipated in a breath, and Mu Jun got up and pulled his sleeves. Turn around and walk towards the Hidden Valley. Liyue said leisurely behind him: "The weather is so good today, can you go with me to rob a vote?"

Mu Jun stopped, looked back at Lori's body, and secretly took two breaths: "How to divide it?"

"Twenty-eight. Liyue held out two fingers.

Mu Jun thought about his current cultivation, and followed Liyue to rob, purely as a set, and twenty-eight points were considered favors. However, remembering the embarrassment of being thrown out of the Hidden Valley by the traces last night, Mu Jun squinted and stretched out three fingers: "Sanqi." ”

"Okay. Liyue waved her hand, and the guqin aircraft carried her slowly towards the Gobi: "Take you to see and see, the tradition of the desert." ”

Mu Jun stepped on the phantom wooden sword and followed closely by Liyue's side. Press the small excitement in your heart: this is to accumulate experience for the future career of robbery.

As he flew two hours away from the moon, he met three groups of people along the way, but they all just raised their hands and saluted from afar. And they went their own way. Liyue looked back and smiled at Mu Jun, and the water droplets on his forehead were wrinkled. Faintly glowing: "Xiaoyou has doubts?"

"Why didn't you rob the three groups of people you met on the road?" Mu Jun was indeed puzzled. I think that when I first set foot on the Deserted Gobi, I was robbed. It's one thing to have a low cultivation, but the three groups of people who have just passed have no Jindan overhaul, so why don't you rob the moon?

"The first batch, too poor," Liyue winked at Mu Jun: "The second batch, the Hong family." As for the third ......" Away from the moon, his gaze turned into the distance, and fell silent. Mu Jun waited for a few breaths, and when he saw that her expression was abrupt, he didn't ask questions. It seems that robbing in this desert is actually just watching the dishes.

Another half an hour passed, and another group of people came in front of him, Mu Jun looked at the young male cultivator standing on the sandstone eagle beast, and pursed his lips. Liyue's gaze swept over Mu Jun's expression, glanced at the group of people coming in front of him, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, the fairy is really destined for us. The young male cultivator smiled brightly, raised his hand and saluted to Liyue: "The overhaul is polite." ”

Liyue raised her hand and looked at the young male cultivator with a gentle smile: "Robbery!"

"......" The young male cultivator glanced at Mu Jun who was standing quietly on the side, and his smile became brighter: "Fairy, is this going to recover the previous debt?"

Mu Jun shook her head, she would come to collect the previous debt herself: "Today is a good day for robbery!"

"Indeed," the young male cultivator glanced at Jin Wu Dangkong, and his gaze turned to Liyue: "How much is the overhaul going to rob?"

Liyue slowly stretched out a finger, and the young male cultivator smiled slightly: "The appetite for the overhaul is too big, I can't afford to wait for a small business." The people behind him slowly scattered around them, forming a tendency to encircle.

Mu Jun looked around and found that where they were standing, the formation could be vaguely seen, it seemed that they were going to use force today?

"If the overhaul doesn't give in, then follow the rules of the desert," the young male cultivator looked straight: "Win or lose with a hundred breaths!"

"Please!" As soon as Yueyu's hand was raised, Mu Jun was thrown out of the encirclement, she looked back at the group of people ten zhang away, and was silently sad and angry: If your cultivation is low, you can only be used as a stumbling block?

With a wave of his hand, the young male cultivator scattered his companions in the formation at the same time, and a black iron chain flew out from behind him at the same time, flexibly and tactfully staggered into a spherical net, covering Liyue. Mu Jun stared at the hovering iron chain, and there was a flash of electric light between the staggering, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, Liyue is the water spirit root, and he is the best at water art, I don't know if the water conduction in this cultivation realm conducts electricity?

Liyue sat cross-legged on the guqin, pinching the trick with both hands, and the water droplets between her eyebrows emitted a faint halo. However, after five breaths, Mu Jun felt that the surrounding water spiritual power fluctuated violently, and a little crystal clear water droplet appeared in front of her eyes, hanging in the air, and the three breaths grew from the size of a grain of rice to the size of grapes. Mu Jun turned his head to look at it, and found that there were still crystal water droplets on his side, as if the world was frozen, and the next breath flew towards the moon, a drop of water passed through a strand of hair on the side of Mu Jun's face, and after two breaths, the strand of hair fell to the ground leisurely. Mu Jun touched his cheeks, picked up his hair, looked at the neat fractures, and couldn't help the back of his neck tingling.

The raindrops gathered parallel around Liyue, and Liyue reached out and flicked the droplets, and the drops flew lightly towards the chain, then the second drop, and then the third drop...... Countless raindrops rushed forward and flew towards the iron chain ball that covered the moon, stirring up countless electric fires. The young male cultivator pinched the trick with both hands, and the iron ball slowly closed and tightened, the young male cultivator's face was slightly pale, and there were faint beads of sweat overflowing on his forehead.

Mu Jun calculates the time, less than 30 breaths have passed before and after, and according to the practice of 100 breaths, the odds of winning from the moon are very high. The iron chain ball was only one zhang away from the moon, and Li Yue raised his hand again, his fingertips slashed across the strings under him, and the spiritual power fluctuations spread in all directions, passing through the iron chain ball, hitting the spirit cover of the young male cultivator and his party, and breaking up their formation. The iron chain ball shattered instantly, and the young man's slim figure paused slightly, and his face became whiter.

"We lost," the young male cultivator sat on the back of the sandstone eagle beast, waved his hand and threw a storage bag to Liyue, and raised his hand to salute: "See you next time!" The group left silently, Mu Jun looked at their distant figures, and suddenly felt gloomy.

"Little friends don't need to worry," Liyue floated over slowly, and threw a storage bag to Mu Jun: "There is never a win or loss in the desert. ”

Mu Jun carried the storage bag, and his divine sense probed, at first glance, no wonder the pedestrian wanted to use force, as soon as he opened his mouth, he would have a thousand spirits, and anyone would have to fight once. Now that I think about it, my thousand spirits were really nothing, alas...... Does this count as a lost horse?

"Where are you going next?" Mu Jun grabbed the storage bag and looked a little entangled: "Do you want to do another ticket?"

"The rules of the desert can only be robbed once a day. Liyue waved lazily: "Go back." ”

Mu Jun stood outside the Barren Hidden Valley, watching his identity nameplate being thrown out again, and his heart was extremely speechless. Liyue sat on the guqin and beckoned to Mu Jun: "Xiaoyou don't have to work in vain, when I leave, he will let you in." ”

"......" Mu Jun sat down cross-legged and looked at Liyue: "You also lived in the Desolate Hidden Valley before?" According to the records of the Desolate Hidden Valley, this place belonged to the Yunhua Sect thousands of years ago, and Liyue was an elder of the Sleeping Moon Sect, so he could come and go freely here?

"I borrowed it a hundred years ago," Liyue looked at the valley mouth, his expression was indistinguishable: "At that time, the valley master of the Hidden Valley was not a trace. Mu Jun understood, it turned out to be the story that the former valley owner and Liyue had to tell.

"A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, although the old scene is there, it is over after all......" Liyue whispered to himself: "That's it......"

The wind sent words, Mu Jun lowered his eyes, and a sentence passed through his heart: It's just fate to disperse, why accumulate your heart and be obsessed.

"Xiaoyou, do you still have last night's spirit wine?" Liyue stared at Mu Jun sideways.

Mu Jun took out the three altars and threw them to Liyue, she put away the two jars, patted the sealing mud, raised her head and took a sip, but swallowed it slowly, was silent for a long time, tilted the wine jar, and poured the spirit wine on the ground: "Say goodbye!" When the words fell, the figure appeared ten feet away, and the next breath disappeared. Mu Jun sat in place, staring at the stall of wine, the smell of wine escaping from the air, just like the melancholy beauty who left the moon. Mu Jun looked at the Gobi, as if he saw his own heart, empty and lonely.

Liyue does know a lot about the traces, and as soon as she walks on her front foot, Mu Jun can enter the valley. However, this incident reminded Mu Jun that the Hidden Valley has an owner. Passing by the lake embankment, I saw an independent horizontal boat, caged with cuffs, looking at the lake.

"What is love?" A calm voice came, and Mu Jun shook around, making sure there was no one else.

"I don't know," Mu Jun's mind flashed countless answers, but he felt that it was not appropriate to use any of them.

Jianji glanced sideways at Mu Jun, and his eyes said nakedly: You have disturbed me! Mu Jun touched his nose and consciously turned around and walked towards his residence.

"The desire of love, the thought of thought. Mu Jun rolled his eyes, according to his meaning: Love is desire! But after thinking about it, it's not wrong, isn't it just desire?

Whether it is two loves, or love but not, all because of the heart's desire, clinging to desire! (To be continued......