Looking at the twelve coiling dragon pillars in front of the Yunluan Palace, Mu Jun sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall, her mood was a little lost, she felt that she and Yunluan Peak were born to conflict, and in just two days, the events she experienced were terrible. Even to meet a leader, you have to wait for an appointment first.

Rong Mo stood in front of Mu Jun, who was making a statue, for a quarter of an hour, waiting for the little uncle to return from his wandering world. Rong Mo can understand the reason why the master in charge of the sect is not shirking, and hundreds of years ago, he called his younger brother who was three years younger than him as his little uncle. Hundreds of years later, I still have to call the eleven-year-old female doll who practices qi as my uncle, and she is also the apprentice of my younger brother, which is indeed a very tangled thing.

The moment Rong Mo appeared in front of her, Mu Jun's thoughts were already in place, but at this moment, she just wanted to stay alone for a while, and no one should take care of her. Even Qing Kong was pushed back to the Sword Peak by her, and asked him to go back to see if Tuanzi was still fighting with the Xuanyi Sword Cultivator at the peak. Qinggang reminded Mu Jun that the Xuanyi monk with a heavy sword on his back was his nephew Jin Dan overhaul: a half-vertical, full-time guardian of the Sword Peak Divine Sword-Thunder.

Hearing the name of the sword, he knew that it was used by Lei Linggen, Mu Jun pursed his lips, and did not hide his jealousy for Qinggang. Qinggang patted her head funny: "You think I am Lei Linggen, and that sword belongs to me?" I am naïve to think, if I can't accept it before I get married, I can't be contaminated in the future." ”

"You are so unconfident in yourself?!! Mu Jun suspected, Qing Kun is not the kind of person who likes to admit defeat.

"Do you know the origin of the thunder?" Qing Kong's expression was solemn: "It was made by taking the thunder iron essence gold in the thunder domain from the first generation of the peak master of Sword Peak, and it took one hundred and twenty-seven years to refine it. The Thunder Sword is born with a sword spirit, but not anyone can be its master. "Light and scorching, infinite longing and yearning: the sword points to the nine skies, the thunder shadow shimmers, the heaven and the earth are one person, proud of the heroes, what a pleasure......

Mu Jun tilted his head and looked at Rong Mo who was sitting next to him: "Is Dao Changsheng important?"

Rong Mo clasped his hands on his knees, heard Mu Jun's abrupt question, looked up at the blue sky, and after a few breaths of silence, he looked at Mu Jun with the corners of his mouth hooked: "Do you want to step on the flying sword and swim in the nine skies?"

"Then I have to build the foundation before I can ......," Mu Jun shook his head.

"Don't wait that long, now. Rong Mo stood up, a cyan flying sword floated in front of him with a wave of his hand, he stepped on the flying sword, and the void put Mu Jun, who was sitting on the stone steps, and slipped in front of him, Mu Jun's heartbeat began to accelerate, and he subconsciously opened his hands, wanting to maintain the balance of his body.

"There's no need to be so nervous, I'm behind you. Rong Mo patted Mu Jun's shoulder and motioned for her to relax.

"You...... ?!!Forgive her for her worries, only a meter wide, and she can't find a sense of security when she's still at the front.

"Sure!" Rong Mo's voice was extremely calm, Mu Jun lowered his arm and held it in front of his chest.

"Ready, let's go!!" Before the words fell, the flying sword rushed into the sky, and Mu Jun tried to open his eyes wide and shut the scream in his mouth.

The flying sword passed through the clouds and flew into the clouds, Mu Jun looked at the white clouds above his head, and the white clouds under his feet, at this moment, it was like a feathering fairyland, ethereal nothingness for no reason. Passing through the cloud cave, Mu Jun reached out and scooped up a handful of clouds, and then dispersed after a breath on his fingertips: "Why can't they be like cotton, soft, you can hold them in your arms, and you can even sleep on them......" Forgive Mu Jun's delusion, clouds are just water vapor, which no one can change.

Mu Jun was still struggling with her childlike fairy tale conjecture, a white and soft cloud floated in front of her from behind, Mu Jun reached out and pressed it, wow...... It's really like cotton, it's soft, and it doesn't fall apart. Mu Jun was overjoyed, hugged it in his arms, and couldn't help rubbing the clouds with his face.

"How did you do it?!! Mu Jun wanted to look back, but was turned back by Rong Mo's hand.

"It's not difficult, use spiritual power to restrain the clouds. Rong Mo understated, Mu Jun was depressed, everything was difficult for himself who was at the fourth level of Qi training.

The flying sword passed through the clouds, Mu Jun looked at the mountains below, the winding river at the foot of the mountain, the medicine picker standing on the top of the mountain in a daze, and the depression in his heart dissipated little by little: "Is this the Great Dao Changsheng?"

"Strive to be the same age as heaven and earth, and watch the vicissitudes of life," Rong Mo stretched out his hand to touch Mu Jun's head, and sighed leisurely: "Isn't it the Great Dao Immortal." ”

Returning to the front of the Yunluan Palace, Mu Jun solemnly saluted Rong Mo and thanked him for pointing out his confused and wavering heart.

"Are you in the mood to talk about the reason why you came to the master of the sect?" Rong Mo accepted Mu Jun's salute, and then turned his face to business.

"I'm here to collect the sect...... Reward. Mu Jun felt that he was a little lacking in confidence, and he really took people softly and ate people with short mouths.

"......" Rong Mo knew that with the little fox in Qinggang, how could Mu Jun forget, he couldn't fool now. Don't say much, then led Mu Jun to the main peak of Yunluan to take charge of the palace, Mu Jun according to the guidance of the light a few days ago, did not hesitate much, extremely neatly selected the shop and courtyard, Rong Mo secretly said: Sure enough, I came prepared!

After putting away the formation jade slip of the courtyard and shop in the city under the clouds, Mu Jun handed Rong Mo a storage bag: "This is the 'thousand-year-old drunk' that Samber brewed for the master, please hand it over on your behalf, and Sambo also said that the boss will have time to go to Jiuxiao to sit." Rong Mo took the storage bag and shook it in his hand: "Sam Bo really said that?" Besides, Jiuxiao Lao Ginseng is stingy, that is something that has been rumored in Yunhua Sect for a long time. The most important thing is that he is extremely reluctant to see Yunsu. As soon as I heard it, I knew that Mu Jun was lying.

Mu Jun nodded with a serious expression, but he was muttering in his heart, and the old man Jianfeng was also surprised when he heard that he said that it was the wine that Samber gave him. Rong Mo also has such a strange expression now?It seems that Sambo must have a story to tell?!!

Before leaving, Rong Mo exchanged sword letters with Mu Jun, and said lightly: In the future, when you return to the main peak of Yunluan, remember to pass the letter first! Mu Jun took the sword letter and looked at the back of Rong Daxiu's clothes fluttering away, infinitely entangled, he was so unpopular? When he returned to the sect, he had to report first, it seemed that he really had a conflict with Yunluan Peak. Mu Jun decided that he would not come here in the future, and he would not have to find trouble to make himself obstructed.

In the early morning of the second day, Mu Jun rode the wind crane to Shiqi Peak, and before he fell, he saw a white bird rushing towards his face, Mu Jun hurriedly leaned down, never thought that it actually landed on top of his head, Mu Jun reached out to grab it, but was pecked twice by it: "Xiao Mu Jun is bad, drop the dumpling...... Gurgling...... I'm going to tell Samber that Xiao Mu Jun is bad, drop the dumplings ......" The cute children's voice hysterically sounded above Mu Jun's head, and Mu Jun rolled his eyes, finally seeing what it means to be framed.

After falling to the ground, Mu Jun didn't pay attention to the complaining and crying ball above his head, and saluted Mu Zheng Muhong, who was waiting on the side. After asking them that they had taken a three-day vacation, he asked the two of them to ride the two wind cranes they had brought and headed towards the front gate of Yunhua Sect.

Tuanzi stood above her head and complained for a while, but before she saw Mu Jun take care of it, she fell on her shoulder aggrievedly, stretched out her head and rubbed Mu Jun's cheek, and called softly: "Xiao Mu Jun...... Komaki Jun...... Kiss ......"

"......" Mu Jun sighed helplessly in his heart, who can refuse, selling cuteness or something is the most hateful.

Mu Zheng and Mu Hong traveled freely for the first time, and they were a little excited, but all the way they were attracted by the white birds on Mu Jun's shoulders. Mu Zheng leaned over and asked Mu Hong, "Is that bird on the fifteenth shoulder talking to people?"

"It seems to be ......" is a bit far away, and Mu Hong is not too sure, the spirit beasts that can speak are all in the transformation stage, which has the strength comparable to that of the Yuan Ying Shangjun, and the meat bird on Mu Jun's shoulder is really not a match.

It took nearly half an hour for the Wind Crane to see the shadow of the gate of Yunhua Sect, and Mu Jun had to sigh again for the vastness of Yunhua Sect. Descending from the square not far from the gate of Yunhua Sect, Mu Jun and the three of them walked to the gate steward, took out their nameplate and completed the information docking procedures. If they do not return after three days and the record of going out is erased, then the monks at the gate stewardship will directly report to the heads of each peak according to the information left by them.

Each steward will send a message to the disciples who have not returned, and if there is a reply, they will help them to ask for it at the gate stewardship. Of course, there will still be penalties after coming back, and you have to pay late fees, no more, no less.

If the message is not delivered, it will be reported to the deacon's hall, and monks will be sent out to search for it for a period of one year. If the soul card is not broken, the Xiuzhen Yunhua Order will be issued, so that monks all over the world can find it and find rewards. If the soul card is broken, then it is Yunhua's tracking order, looking for the truth, and then it will be handled by the Reward and Punishment Palace. This is mostly used for Qi refining monks, and above the foundation building monks, they will mostly go out to travel to find opportunities, and the return date is difficult to determine. As long as the soul card is not broken, no one will worry about it.

Out of the gate, there is a flying boat leading directly to the city of Yunkong in the large square outside the gate, which can carry twelve people at a time, and it must be positioned in advance. Qinggang booked a seat a few days ago, and was standing in the square talking to a girl at the moment, when he saw Mu Jun and them, he tilted his head, which was regarded as a greeting.

The girl who had their backs to Mu Jun also turned around, and saw Mu Jun waving to her with a bright smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Mu Jun has grown a lot taller." "It's the beautiful girl Mo Fei.

"Really?" Mu Jun was suspicious, and smiled and took Mo Fei's outstretched hand.

"Of course, when I first saw you, it was still on my chin, and now it's all up to my cheeks. Mo Fei stretched out his hand and gestured, and Mu Jun saw that it was really like that.

"These two must be your clan brothers," Mo Fei's gaze turned to Mu Zheng Mu Hong.

Mu Zheng and Mu Hong hurriedly came over to greet them, and Mo Fei returned the salute generously, and muttered in Mu Jun's ear: Your two brothers are very good-looking.

"That's true," Mu Jun is not modest, Mu Zheng and Mu Hong's appearance is indeed a relatively outstanding category. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that all the shepherd families Mu Jun has seen are good-looking, so Mu Jun doesn't have any special feelings.

"No shame!!" Mo Fei scratched Mu Jun's little face.

"......" What is there to be ashamed of, Mu Jun was speechless.

Sitting on the flying boat, Mu Jun knew why Mo Fei would go with him, it turned out that their Mo family also had an industry in Yunkong Xiacheng, so they just took this opportunity to go over and say hello. By the way, let them collect a few things, and they will be able to use them later. Mu Jun didn't ask deeply, but every time he saw Mo Fei staring at Qinggang, his cheeks would flush, and he felt funny.

Mu Zheng Mu Hong sat in the back, Mu Zheng glanced at Mo Fei from time to time, and his face turned red. Mu Hong looked at it from the side, and sent a voice to him with a little worry: "She is the personal disciple of Yuanying Shangjun, although she is good friends with Fifteen, but she is also separated from us by heaven and earth. ”

After Mu Zheng heard this, his face slowly turned white, and he no longer stared forward, and he didn't even have the excitement of going to the city under the clouds. Mu Hong sighed helplessly, and said in his heart: Didn't you see that the girl's whole heart was hanging on Qinggang's body. If you think about it, you don't bother to say it, it will be rare to meet in the future, and it will fade.