Mu Jun sat cross-legged at the boundary monument and meditated, his divine sense lingered in the middle dantian for a long time, locking on the two spirit seeds, and the urge to destroy these two spirit seeds passed through his heart. As soon as the thought arose, the two divine senses of the Xuan Ghost Seed entangled Mu Jun, relying on fear to reach Mu Jun's heart, she paused for a while, and then sighed secretly, and the divine consciousness carefully comforted them, just like comforting two sensitive children, gentle and tolerant.

Rong Mo sat cross-legged beside her for half a zhang, staring at Mu Jun's face for a long time with soft eyes, as if he wanted to remember her eyebrows in his heart and engrave them in his soul. When Rong Mo travels alone through thousands of mountains and rivers, he always thinks of Mu Jun's distant mountain eyebrows, distant and indifferent. I remember the first time I saw her, she was only ten years old, and her immature little face always had an indifferent smile, and her expression was out of the world, as if her lonely heart could not find a place to fall, and she was helpless.

Rong Mo often wonders, when did the love silk start, maybe it was when she stood in front of her with a little face, asking her to promise her people to go along, maybe it was the look on her face when she opened her eyes and looked at the traces, maybe it was the tangled helplessness of her eyebrows every time she heard herself call her her uncle, or maybe it was the sunrise that day was too beautiful, which made him feel excited?

Rong Mo couldn't figure out this complicated and tangled mood, and he couldn't break through the relationship. Master said that the monk cultivates the heart, the life, the perception, the fate, and the heavens. Rong Mo stretched out his hand to caress Shang Mujun's eyebrows, tracing carefully, and a sentence hovered in his heart: The bell of love, I don't know where it starts, my heart and mind think about it, and it goes into the bone and marrow!

Shenwu and Yunsu in the Nine-Waisted Pavilion withdrew their divine senses, and their expressions were slightly solemn. Yun Su turned the jade cup in his hand, sighed for a few breaths, and looked up at Shenwu, who was still closed: "Brother Xiao, is there any news?"

"No," Shen Wu teased his lips, and only after five breaths did he open his eyes, staring at Yunsu with sharp eyes: "What is the attitude of the sect towards the son of luck?"

"......" Yunsu opened his mouth, his mind flashed the scene he saw a moment ago, lowered his eyes, stared at the teacup, and only popped out a sentence halfway: "Old rules!"

"But there are already candidates?" Shen Wu frowned: "Is it your apprentice?"

"En," Yun Su nodded hesitantly: "Light cloud divination, Rong Mo and the son of luck have a fate," Speaking of this, Yun Su's eyes fell on the branch outside the pavilion: "The son of luck is the soul from another world, the soul is precocious, the family is indifferent, only love is its weakness." ”

Yunsu lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and quickly looked up at Shenwu: "The most important thing is that the son of luck is cold and ambitious, and only Rong Mo is her variable!" After saying this, he saw Shenwu's eyelids twitching, Yunsu swallowed a mouthful of water, and said in a careful tone: "He and Uncle Xiao are destined to have no part, why don't you ...... There is only a wronged little uncle. ”

"Does Rong Mo know it?" Sam Wu lifted the teapot and refilled a cup for Yunsu with an indifferent expression.

"No," Yun Su's expression flashed with a hint of surprise, he thought that the old ginseng would throw a few spirit seeds into himself, trap himself here, and vent his anger to the little uncle! Yunsu carefully calculated, the probability of his escape is sixty percent, and the success rate is still full, which is one of the reasons why he can drink ginseng Wuling tea so calmly.

"Are you going to give your apprentice the 'Forgetfulness Pill'?" Sam Wu stroked his beard, his eyes lowering his eyes and unable to see his emotions clearly.

"I came here this time, hoping to get a drop of blood from Uncle Xiao, so that I could refine the 'Forgetful Pill'. Yunsu blinked, carefully observing Samwu's expression.

"Have you ever wondered what effect this will have on Xiao Mujun?" Sam Wu looked at the boiling spiritual tea, and his tone was light.

"Why don't you give Uncle Xiao one too?" Yun Su clenched the jade cup in his hand and asked Sam Wu softly.

"There's no need to be so troublesome," Sam Wu shook his head: "Giving the bottle of 'Xingwu' in the Treasure Pavilion to Xiao Mujun can be regarded as the sect's compensation for her." ”

"Xingwu?" Yun Su straightened up, stared at Samwu in shock, and roared in his heart: You really dare to ask for it, don't think that you are an out-of-body king, I will ......

"That's right," Sam Wu winked at Yunsu: "Since no one knows the use for thousands of years, why put it there to be ashes!"

"Uncle Xiao knows what it's used for?" Yun Su pouted secretly: The people of Jiuxiao Peak hate it the most, and they cut off a big lump of meat from him every time!

"You'll always know. Sam Wu shook his head indifferently: "In this matter of blood in my heart, I will first ask Xiao Mujun what he means, and I will send you a letter no matter what the result is." ”

"Okay," Yun Su got up and walked a few steps outside the pavilion, turned around and asked, "That extraterritorial demon seed really has no effect on Uncle Xiaoshi?"

"It's not big," Shenwu stared at Yunsu with a faint look in his eyes: "You don't have to worry about this, I have my own measure." ”

Yunsu pursed his lips, flicked his sleeves, and disappeared without breathing. Samwu looked at the white sky and was silent for a long time.

Rong Mo still couldn't step into the Nine Heavens after all, he reached out and patted the top of Mu Jun's head, and floated away on the Wind Shadow Sword. Mu Jun stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at his leisurely back, slightly hooking the corners of his mouth.

On the shore of the nine-waist lake, Mu Jun looked at the two birds playing in the middle of the lake, one white and one black, with complicated feelings. When she happily ran back to the nine waists, Shenwu told her calmly that the destined fate between Rong Mo and Hua Hedge required a drop of her heart to refine the Forgetfulness Pill.

Mu Jun couldn't remember what he was feeling at that time, but told Sam Wu that he needed to think about it. For seven days in a row, she sat cross-legged on the edge of the Jiuyin Lake, looking at the blue water, remembering the memories of the original owner in her previous life, and remembering that when she came out of this world, the original owner solemnly told her that Rong Mo and the hedge were destined to marry. I think of the palms that interlock in the red light of the sky and the earth when the sun rises in the morning......

Memories come and go, and she can't think of why, maybe it's because she hasn't fallen in love yet, but she needs to talk to Rong Mo. With both hands pinching the trick, the sword letter broke through the air, and Mu Jun calmed down, and his mind was clear.

The cloud-clothed monk who stood alone on the main peak of the clouds in the wind, his clothes fluttering, and his jade-like face was calm and indifferent. A verdant sword letter broke through the air, stopped in front of him for a long time, he opened his eyes, his dark eyes flashed, stretched out his hand, and a familiar voice came from his ears: "At the end of the moment, Jiuxiao Cloud Platform, wait for the overhaul!"

Rong Mo listened to it three times repeatedly, remembering the conversation that Master had six days ago, as the future head of the Yunhua Sect and the future head of the Rong family, he had a lot of responsibilities. As an astonishing monk, he has free capital, but he can't escape fate.

Rong Mo stood on the sea of clouds with the Wind Shadow Sword, looking at the edge of the cliff of the Nine Clouds Platform, the newly raised pavilion, called 'Understand'. In the pavilion of one word, his eyes suddenly pantothenic, the elegant woman sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, like Mo Hua's hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the white jade long fingers stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano was open-minded and tolerant, as if she smiled.

After the song, the woman in the cloud dress in the pavilion raised her head, her eyes were bright, and she blinked like a child: "The overhaul disturbed my piano sound!"

"Rong Mo made up a song for Uncle Shi, okay?" Rong Mo stepped into the pavilion, sat down opposite her, and reached out to nod her nose: "Stingy!"

"Why not, please!" Mu Jun handed the piano on his lap to Rong Mo, picked up the teacup on the table sideways, poured him a cup of spiritual tea, and closed his eyes to meditate.

Rong Mo's slender fingers lightly swiped the strings, and a series of elegant wind-like piano sounds floated out, just like Rong Mo: Jiaojiao Yuehua, the wind stops on the cloud platform, looking back to see Yiren, bright eyes are kind.

The clouds are out of the golden crow, the Chinese hair is splashed with ink, the fragrant fragrance enters my arms, the ten fingers are like a buckle, the heart is like a drum, and the delicate face is like a xia.

Suddenly, I was shocked, and I was panicked, my Yiren, fate is separated, and my heart is solid.

After a long time, Mu Jun opened his eyes and looked at Rong Mo, he was staring at her deeply, the two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly laughed at the same time.

Mu Jun picked up the jade cup and raised it towards Rong Mo: "Respect you!"

Rong Mo picked up the teacup and raised it towards Mu Jun: "Respect you!"

Replace wine with tea, respect each other, respect fate, respect the avenue, respect the heart!

Dusk was approaching, the fiery red afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled with a sea of clouds, Rong Mo stood on the Wind Shadow Sword, the light and shadow shone from behind him, Mu Jun looked up and couldn't see his expression clearly, only saw him salute himself with a big salute, solemn and solemn. Mu Jun straightened his sleeves and returned a salute to him solemnly, solemnly detached.

Ten days later, the outer disciples of the Yunhua Sect went to the mountains of Yueyou, and the hedge went to the mountains alone, stealing the cubs of the fifth-order Swift Shadow Fox, and being chased and killed by two adult Swift Shadow Beasts. At the time of crisis, Rong Mo, who was leading the inner gate foundation monks, passed by here and rescued her.

The flower fence hugged the Swift Shadow Beast cub tightly and passed out in Rong Mo's arms, and the elegance was peerless. The big-eyed woman who followed Rong Mo tightly, pursed her cherry mouth, and pulled Rong Mo's sleeve: "Brother Mo, can I hug her?"

"En," Rong Mo turned around and was about to hand the hedge to Yuqu's outstretched arm, the hedge groaned, and subconsciously hugged Rong Mo's waist sideways. The big-eyed woman on the side bit her teeth lightly, staring hatefully at the hedge in Rong Mo's arms.

Rong Mo stared at the woman in his arms with an indistinguishable expression, remembering the figure standing on the gimbal with a faint smile and saying goodbye to him, his heart suddenly tightened, making it difficult for him to breathe.

When Hua Hedge woke up, it was noon on the second day, and the quiet clean room was hovering with a faint fragrance of condensation, and she remembered the sword shadow that fell from the sky yesterday, and her heart beat two beats faster. Pushing open the door, I saw two people sitting quietly at the stone table in the courtyard, the man was pinching the white child, staring at the chessboard with a faint expression. The woman in the long skirt of the cloud dress on the side is holding a teacup and smiling delicately.

Hua Hedge looked at it for two breaths, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of her was very dazzling, she lowered her eyes and silently retreated to the room. The big-eyed woman holding the teacup teaspoon teased the back of the distant hedge, pursed her lips, and her eyes fell back to the chessboard. After thinking for a long time, he threw down the sunspot in his hand and pouted: "I lost." ”

"You can go back by yourself," Rong Mo looked up at her: "Auntie has been looking forward to you for a long time, don't be willful." ”

"Yuqu knows. The big-eyed woman lowered her head stupidly, took a few breaths, and reached out to pull Rong Mo's sleeve: "Brother Mo is okay to go back with me?" Daddy is so fierce......

"After five days, I will not be idle. Rong Mo withdrew his sleeves, turned around and walked a few steps: "Disciple of the clean room, you take care of it more, I'll go back to the sect first!"