As far as the eye can see, there is an endless stretch of yellow sand, undulating sand dunes, the outline of which has been sharpened by the wind. Mu Jun sat cross-legged on the sand dune, staring at the water bag on his knees, his white and tender fingers unconsciously tracing the cloud jade flowers above, and his head was in chaos. The memory balls in the sea are hiding in the corner, the number is much less than before, and Mu Jun doesn't know what he has forgotten!

Ten days ago, when she was in retreat and passed through that long and dark path, countless dark shadow monsters stood out on both sides, roaring and stretching out their claws to drag her. Mu Jun dodged sideways in embarrassment, and finally one rushed out of the dark shadow, jumped on the road behind her, cracked the hideous mouth, saliva dripping from the corner of the mouth, fell on the road of the heart, and instantly rose up smoke. Mu Jun stared back at it, watching it smug and walking towards her, she turned around and ran towards the end of the darkness.

How long he ran, Mu Jun didn't know. She only felt tired...... Tired...... His nose was dry, his breath was short, and he could feel the hot breath of the dark shadow in the back of his head. Mu Jun struggled forward, and kept saying in his heart: Hold on a little longer...... Hold on...... The darkness seemed to be endless, and Mu Jun's hopeful heart slowly despaired, but his footsteps did not stop, and he rushed forward mechanically.

Perhaps it was the desire to live, the light finally appeared at the end of the darkness, Mu Jun's numb heart suddenly came alive, and she tried her best to rush to the light. The body soared into the air and fell rapidly, and the roar of the black shadow behind him echoed. Mu Jun opened her eyes and saw the blue and white sky, the dry wind between her breaths, she propped herself up, her palms sinking into the gravel, a faint tingling.

Mu Jun, who was sitting cross-legged, stared blankly at the gravel world, not understanding why he blinked. The world changed. Hands up, white and soft. It's as transparent and alive as a baby. The mind moved, and the palm of his hand was empty. There is no storage bag on her waist, no Tuoyun bracelet on her wrist, no cloud robe on her body, no spiritual power in her spiritual veins, no Xuan Ghost Seed in the middle dantian, and no phantom wood in the lower dantian, as if she never had it.

There was a water bag and a sword lying quietly beside him, Mu Jun stared at it for two breaths, and a thought flashed in his mind: Could it be reborn again? Twisting the cork, the rich spiritual power that came to his face made Mu Jun's heart shocked, like washing his face with cold water in the scorching summer, indescribably comfortable.

Raising the water bag, he took a sip, the familiar taste came from the spiritual spring in the Barren Hidden Valley. Pick up the robe, ordinary mundane clothing. The style Mu Jun has seen in Poplar City, which is a common wear in the desert, which can be insulated and breathable. Mu Jun pondered for a long time, and a smiling face flashed in his mind: "Mu Jun." As a foundation monk, you live too leisurely, but you let the demons breed in your heart. It's too inferior!"

Mu Jun picked up the sword with a water bag on his shoulder, and lifted his veil to wrap his head and face. Glancing at the sun in the sky, I decided to find a leeward place first. Wait for the moon to rise. She remembered that the moon always rose over the northern mountains of the Desert Mountains, which were just north of the Hidden Mountains. Today is exactly the twelfth, the moon rises early, and then it is right to use the moon as a reference and run in the opposite direction.

Mu Jun sat cross-legged on the leeward side of a weathered sand dune, habitually meditating, his mind calm, but there was no trace of spiritual power to wander. After a long time, Mu Jun opened his eyes, looked at the sunset, and waited for the darkness to fall. In the middle of the moon, Mu Jun determined a direction, but she did not move. The desert of this cultivation world is full of crises under the moonlit night, not to mention that she needs to wait for the morning sun tomorrow morning to confirm it again. In any case, she must return to the Hidden Valley and complete the mission there, whether this is a test set by the clouds or not, the road must go on.

Although she didn't absorb a trace of spiritual power after meditating all night, Mu Jun felt that doing so would make her heart calm. As the morning sun rose, Mu Jun stood on the sand dunes, watching the rising sun jump out of the edge of the desert, showing a slight smile. She walked in the opposite direction, her elongated figure leading the way.

Although there is no wandering spiritual power, the flesh and blood that has been nourished by spiritual power all year round show a rare lightness. According to the martial arts he learned in the family, Mu Jun ran with condensation, drank a sip of spiritual spring when he was tired, and stopped to rest when he was tired. Three days passed in a blink of an eye, Mu Jun's figure was still vigorous and light, but her face could not hide her dry and tired face, but her heart was never calm, never in her previous life or this life.

Under the shadow of the moon, Mu Jun swung her sword to practice the sword trick of the common people, and after a circle, she actually sweated, reached out and wiped it on her face, lay on her back on the sand, and looked at the night sky in a daze. A strand of hair behind her was pulled out from under her back with difficulty, floating in the air, shaking the sand on her hair in disgust. The tip of the hair approached Mu Jun's cheek, picked up a drop of sweat, tossed it in the air, and then spun to catch it, playing with himself.

In the middle of the night, Mu Jun felt that the temperature in the desert had dropped badly tonight, and she felt cold. The wind above his head was blowing the sand, and the hula was rolling up the dust, Mu Jun pulled up his turban, clenched his sword, and buried his body in the sand. The sound of the wind howling is getting louder and louder, like ten thousand dragon horses galloping forward, Mu Jun frowned slightly: There is a tornado in the desert tonight!

Half an hour passed, the sound became more and more roaring, and Mu Jun's divine consciousness spread out, and when he was less than fifty zhang, he felt the swept wheal, and hurriedly retreated his divine consciousness, burying his body tighter. The whirling wheal slipped past Mu Jun not far away, and a black shadow followed it, as if it was chasing, as if it was following.

When the black shadow passed by Mujun Hill, his body paused slightly, and he withdrew from the wheal and ran towards Mujun's side. Mu Jun's divine sense had just detected that the wind had stopped passing through the sand, and he stretched out his hand to the top of his head, and after ten breaths, he came out from under the sand, touched the sand on his face, and jumped on the spot a few times, shaking off the sand in his robe. The strands of hair behind him were threaded through the hair, and in a few breaths the hair was smooth and straight.

"Is that your spirit pet?" said a woman's crisp voice on the hill, and her tone was hard to hide her curiosity: "How come you have never heard of a spirit creature that can comb your hair?"

Mu Jun straightened his sleeves, turned around slowly, looked up at the woman squatting on the sand dune, and was silent: "It's not a spiritual pet. ”

"Oh, what is that, where can I find it?" the woman got up and jumped down, landed a foot away from Mu Jun, stared at Mu Jun's long hair hanging down behind her, and said with half envy: "It seems to be quite good at combing its hair." ”

"It's not it," Mu Jun looked at the robe on the woman's body, the runes flowing up on the placket, and blinked: "That's just my divine sense, after all, I ...... it myself" Mu Jun turned sideways, revealing the long hair behind him: "It's too troublesome." ”

"Can the divine sense still be used like this?" The woman's tone could not hide her surprise, she took two steps closer to Mu Jun, crossed her hands and pressed the back of her hands against each other, and saluted: "Northern Desert Qi Nao, I have seen Daoyou." ”

Qi Nao, Mu Jun was slightly surprised, and the future head of the Qi family in the Northern Desert hurriedly raised his hand and pinched the trick back to the level ceremony: "Yunhua Sect Mu Jun, Taoist friends are polite." ”

"It's really you!" Qi Nao's face couldn't hide the surprise, he looked Mu Jun up and down, and asked curiously, "Are you thinking about mortal life?"

"......" Mu Jun blinked: "Sort of, do you recognize me?"

"I don't know, but I've heard of you. Qi Nao shook his head, smiling brightly, revealing his snow-white teeth in the night.

"It's really my pleasure. Mu Jun looked at Qi Nao, who was hanging down his sideburns, the bangs on his forehead were biased to the sides, revealing the forehead with beautiful eyebrows in the middle, under the green eyebrows, the double eyelids were obvious, the eye sockets were slightly deep, the glass-like eyes, and the bridge of the nose was high and beautiful Qi Nao, and muttered in his heart: Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would take over the Qi family desert after Jindan.

"I heard that you came to the desert and wanted to see you all the time, but you have been in the South Gobi, so I didn't come to disturb. Qi Nao took out a long blanket, spread it on the sand, quickly put the coffee table on the plate, took out the teapot, three plates of snacks, sat cross-legged, and stretched out his hand to signal Mu Jun to sit down. Mu Jun didn't shirk, sat down opposite her, took the jade cup handed over by Qi Nao, and took a sip, well, the technique of making tea is not bad.

"Are you going to walk back to the South Gobi like this?" Qi Nao held the jade cup, and his eyes fell on Mu Jun's face: "You are as Mo Fei said, you are a rare beauty." ”

"Ahem......" Mu Jun hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and after stopping, he apologized to Qi Nao: "It's rude!"

"It's okay," Qi Nao shook his head with a smile.

"Mo Fei has been to the Northern Desert?" Mu Jun was more interested in this matter, she didn't rush back to the Broken Moon Secret Realm last time, and thought that she had gone to a far place.

"Four years ago, I passed by the Northern Desert, met in a hurry, and left. Qi Nao said in frustration: "After the foundation was built, we all traveled around and never sat down quietly to drink a cup of tea. ”

"You are ......" don't blame Mu Jun for gossiping, it's rare to meet such a person who knows a certain acquaintance.

"My mother and her mother are sisters of the same race. Qi Nao nodded lazily: "When I was a child, we used to play together, and since she entered the Yunhua Sect, we have only met twice. ”

"That's the case with monks, it's like a miracle to meet each other. Mu Jun nodded, sometimes he came out of retreat for a few years or more than ten years, and found that early things were wrong.

"But I'm quite close to you," Qi Nao refilled Mu Jun's cup: "In this vast northern desert, you can meet it." ”

"It's indeed fate," Mu Jun's gaze swept over the jade whistle on Qi Naohao's wrist: "Are you grazing tonight?"

"Well, I'll show you. Qi Nao raised the jade whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it lightly, a rustling sound sounded around him, and seven huge sand dunes moved quickly towards their position.

After three breaths, the seven sand dunes stopped when they were three feet away, and after a breath, a huge black shadow popped out of the seven sand dunes at the same time, and two dark green giant eyes looked at Mu Jun coldly. The jade whistle sounded slightly, like a tune, and the seven black shadows began to slowly shake their bodies, with the rhythm of the whistle, faster or slower. Mu Jun looked at the giant sand shadow insect with its fat body writhing, and silently picked up the jade cup to cover the twitching corners of his mouth.

After the curvature, the seven sand shadow giant insects retracted into the sand dunes like lightning, lying still in place. Qi Nao was like a child looking forward to being praised, his eyes blinked, and Mu Jun nodded cooperatively: "Very individual." ”

"yes, I think so too. Qi Nao raised his eyebrows as if he had met a confidant: "Only Dad's old antiques say that I have a peculiar taste." ”

"......" Mu Jun said in his heart: Your father is right, watching these huge things twist their waists really gives people goosebumps. (To be continued......)