Mu Jun was stunned by the sudden anger in her heart, perhaps she hadn't seriously examined her heart for a long time.

Along the way, she has adhered to the word credit, promised both and promised. Mu Lonely's backwater, so that Mu Jun's heart has been clouded, since the beginning of the Beiyue realm, she has always kept a proper distance from the living beings, gathering and parting, she no longer cares, maybe this is the ruthlessness of the cultivator.

Seeing the old man looking at him expectantly, Mu Jun shook his head and looked at the Boundary Map Light Group: "Let's talk about it later!"

The old man was full of disappointment, he sat at the mouth of the wine bottle with his beard rubbed, his head lowered and the sluggish aura around his body, the corners of Mu Jun's mouth pursed slightly, and he handed her the light group of the Boundary Map in his hand: "But I can lend it to you first." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I will leave?" The old man raised his eyes to look at her, and there was no joy between his eyebrows, which made Mu Jun full of doubts.

Approached him and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell Xiao Xiu, why do you have to Xiao Xiu to recognize the master?" Mu Jun thought for a while: "Or is there anything special about the boundary map?"

"Do you want to come and go freely in the various realms?" the little old man's eyes flashed brightly.

"Now you can come and go freely in the realm...... Mu Jun silently added in his heart: although he can't set a fixed point.

"Relying on the Xuan Ghost Strain?" The old man glanced at the corners of his mouth, full of disgust: "Those two strains are still in their early childhood, tearing apart the cracks of time and space indiscriminately, you are not torn, that is your luck, but luck is not always there!"

"It's good to move freely around the realm, but it's not all necessary. Mu Jun raised her eyebrows, she always felt that although the old man was very strong, he was a trustworthy old man: "Why don't you always say a reason?"

"Earn spirit stones!" The old man held his staff, pulled his beard, and looked at Mu Jun with an expression of 'Why are you so stupid'?

Earn spirit stones? Mu Jun thought about it for a few breaths with her forehead, and a flash of inspiration: "You Shang! Take the things that are too dark to sell in the Southern Cultivation Realm, or any other realm?"

The old man nodded, and his eyes conveyed a little bit of saving arrogance. Mu Jun didn't care about him for the sake of an old man, but she was more curious: "You are very short of spirit stones?"

"There is no shortage," the old man shook his head: "There is a lack of materials, you can barter." ”

Mu Jun remembered that in the Xuanyuan Goddess Palace, those halls full of spiritual weapons, talisman arrays, and pills, it seemed that the old man was lonely.

"If the boundary map is really as you said, you can travel back and forth in the realm, if you don't have a fixed residence, how to find people and barter?" Mu Jun actually wants to figure out the real role of the boundary map.

The old man took out a miniature pavilion from his sleeve, just like an ordinary shop in the cultivation world, he suspended the pavilion in mid-air, tapped his staff, the pavilion became a little larger, and pointed to the window of one of them: "The boundary map is compatible with the pavilion, if you recognize the master, you can choose any boundary in the boundary map to come and go, and the point of return is in this room, and the pavilion can go anywhere you want." ”

Mu Jun understands that it is like a traveling merchant who carries goods with him, and when he meets something he likes, he exchanges it with it.

"This requires a knowledgeable creature to guard the counter," Mu Jun blinked and stared at the old man, "You always like freedom, you probably don't like to stay in one place, right?"

"It's okay, I'm going to follow you. The old man waved his staff, full of ambition: "There must be countless rare and exotic objects in these three thousand realms, if they are used for alchemy, instruments, drawing talisman arrays, and weaving robes...... How fast it will be!" Mu Jun knew that the world of the master is a never-ending pursuit.

"Since you yearn for it so much, I can exchange it for you," he smiled at the old man, "I need an equivalent thing in exchange." ”

"You don't want me to follow you?" the old man frowned and stared at Mu Jun in disbelief.

"I'm used to walking alone," Mu Jun lowered his eyes and looked at the lines of his palm: "If I confess the Lord, you will follow the left and right, and neither you nor I will be free." ”

"Are you willing to take that map?" asked the old man, with a small eye.

"Reluctant," Mu Jun shook his head and smiled, "So let you always exchange the equivalent for something." ”

"There is no equivalent in exchange. The old man shook his head, he was very depressed, he didn't expect that he would be disliked, he waved his staff and tapped the wine bottle melancholy, and the liquor kept flying into his mouth, until his cheeks and nose were red, he wiped his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "I knew that I was disliked, I shouldn't have left the temple of the goddess, although I was not free, but I was also stable...... I want to be bound to the temple of the goddess for tens of thousands of years, alas......"

Mu Jun held a wine glass and listened quietly to the old man muttering about his miserable life, and his body was filled with a thick sense of self-loathing. She raised her eyebrows and watched him cover his eyes, and countless words were scattered in all directions, falling on the table to form a pit, or grow a flower, or turn into a puddle of water......

With both hands pinching the trick, he circled the old man's words around him, and then stopped paying attention to him, took out his painting tools, and carefully drew the lines.

Three days later, the old man who was asleep at the mouth of the wine bottle woke up from the wine, rubbing his brows, and the first thought in his mind was: This sleep is comfortable! Although he no longer needs to sleep.

He saw Mu Jun buried his head in the drawing paper, so he floated over to take a look, and was stunned for a moment, this is a room layout map, there is a high platform in front of the huge room, and there are countless small rooms around, and the auction hall is marked next to it, and the space folding technique can be used, and each room can connect all the boundaries......

The old man raised his eyes and stared at Mu Jun's side face, a smile appeared in his eyes, and an inexplicable comfort swelled up in his heart, he happily floated to the stacked drawing papers on the table, looked at them carefully, shouted from time to time, or muttered in circles: It turns out that it can still be like this...... Occasionally, I would shake my head and pick up a pen to make one or two corrections.

When Mu Jun finished the last stroke, half a month had passed, and the old man sat beside her, making a model of the drawings one by one, and his long white beard had been braided into a beard and placed behind his shoulder. Xi Tinghua floated in mid-air, blowing snot bubbles, occasionally twitching his paws, turning over, and wagging his tail, with a posture of wanting to sleep until 'a big dream and a sleep for thousands of years'.

Mu Jun looked around, there were already fifty-two room models floating in the air, she reached out to take down the model above her head, and took a closer look, most of them were the same as those she had drawn, and the details were optimized by the old man, such as the carved window lattice, which was a rune, and the wall of the room was engraved with a spirit gathering array, and she could also clean the room by herself......

Looking at the serious old man, his expression was solemn, but his eyebrows were expanded, Mu Jun could feel his happiness just by looking at it, thinking of the **** melancholy, it must have been lonely for too long, I hope someone to accompany him.

Mu Jun was thinking that the old man had attained immortality, but he still had sorrows, thinking that cultivators were the same as ordinary people, and the difference between cultivators and ordinary people was that if the years of cultivators were too long, their emotions would be diluted, and in the mortal world, in just a few decades, they realized that life, old age, sickness and death, seven emotions and seven sufferings, time was too tight, and emotions were infinitely magnified, so he felt that decades were a long time.

Cultivation is also bitter, and vulgarity is also bitter!

(To be continued.) )