Yunsu waved his sleeves lightly, sat down on one side leisurely, picked up the jade cup and sniffed the fragrance of tea, squinting his eyes slightly as if remembering a distant memory: "It's still a memory from a hundred years ago, I miss it very much!" took a sip and pondered for a long time before raising his eyes and sighing slightly: "Sambo's tea has entered the Tao!"

Mu Jun sat back in her place, and was stunned when she heard Yunsu's praise, and her eyes fell on the pale red spiritual tea in the jade cup.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was quiet, and the fragrance of tea lingered around, Mu Jun held the teacup, and glanced at Yunsu's expression through the water vapor, and he couldn't see the emotion. Sam Wu calmly brewed tea, and the boiling spiritual spring water drew a smooth arc in the air and fell in the jade cup, not less than a drop, not more than a drop.

The pale green spiritual power hovered above the jade cup, and Mu Jun looked at it quietly, only to find that the water vapor containing the rich spiritual power was actually a rune 'Ning'. Could it be that this is what Yunsu said? Mu Jun lowered his head and took a sip of spiritual tea, the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, calm and concentrated. When the divine sense entered the sea of knowledge, Mu Jun couldn't help but describe the rune 'Ning' on the jade cup, as if the whole world was full of tea.

Yun Su looked at Mu Jun who was meditating with a cup, and the smile lines on the corners of his mouth faintly appeared: "Uncle Xiao is indeed as Rong Mo said, he has a good understanding. ”

"Little Rong Mo?" Shen Wu stroked his beard and glanced at Mu Jun: "But that big disciple of yours, the little doll of the Rong family's wind spirit root?"

"Indeed," Yun Su stared at Sam Wu with a smile: "Rong Mo often talks about the little uncle in front of me!"

"One hundred and twelve, that little doll has been married?" ”

"Fifty years ago," Yunsu touched his nose, and seemed to praise Rong Mo to Shenwu, but in fact, he scolded himself for being cunning, and automatically filtered it, anyway, he said it hundreds of years ago. When you first hear it, you will be indignant, but now you can praise it!

"Well, maybe you can become another monk who is two hundred years old after the Lord of the Clouds. Shenwu refilled a cup for Yunsu, and his small eyes glanced at Yunsu lightly: "As the head of the house, there are many opportunities for the day, how can you be so idle today to Jiuxiao Peak?"

Today's cloudless sky took Rong Mo around. Passing by Jiuxiao, I thought of Sambo's spiritual tea, and cheekily came to ask for a cup of tea. Yunsu looked sincere, as if he really came to set a cup of tea.

"Xiao Rong Mo is also here," Shen Wu stroked his beard, turned his gaze to Mu Jun, who was still closing his eyes and staring, and reached out to pat her head: "Xiao Mu Jun, as the master of Jiuxiao, how can you leave the guests at the door, you go to greet her." ”

"......" Mu Jun rolled his eyes in Zhihai: As a monk, it is too ...... to disturb other people's cultivation

"No...... Use it," Mu Jun opened his eyes and looked at Samwu innocently: "He Jindan overhauled the flying sword, and he walked much faster than me, right?"

"Uncle Xiao doesn't know," Yunsu poked his head: "Three hundred years ago, your master Yunxiao Dajun left a sword intent in the boundary monument, if you break into the Nine Heavens for no reason, you can be strangled." Speaking of this, Yun Su forgot to glance at Shenwu with palpitations: "Unless the cultivation is above him, no one can be an exception." ”

"Maharaja...... Isn't it free?" Mu Jun blinked, looking at Yunsu.

"......" Yunsu heard this, retracted his neck, glanced at Samwu with a slightly embarrassed expression, and picked up the jade cup to drink tea.

"The head of the house has a nameplate for entering and exiting the nine heavens," Sam Wu smiled and looked at Wangyunsu. No matter how Mu Jun looked at it, he felt that his eyes were full of ridicule.

"Isn't the dumpling good?" Mu Jun made the last struggle, she knew in her heart that this was an excuse made by the two old foxes to take her own way. Mu Jun actually wanted to tell the two of you, you can transmit the voice, just when I don't exist, but unfortunately, I don't have the guts.

Mu Jun quickly moved towards the pontoon bridge under the mountain step by step, and the ball rushed down from the air, landed on her shoulder, stretched out his head and rubbed her cheek: "Xiao Mu Jun, you are walking too slowly, I will carry you!"

"No," Mu Jun lazily folded his hands behind his back and counted his steps: "The blue sky is thousands of miles, it is rare to relax in good weather, in the five years of Jiuxiao, I have never seen the scenery here so well." ”

"Scenery?" Tuanzi craned his neck and looked around: "What is the scenery, isn't it the same in this world?"

"......" Mu Jun was speechless and patted its head: "Birds don't understand the human mind. ”

"I understand," Tuanzi's soft voice shouted, "Xiao Mujun wants to sneak back and eavesdrop." ”

"......" Mu Jun reached out to hold its long mouth and glanced around, "How do you know?"

"The old ginseng found the polyphonic grass you left behind. Tuanzi tilted his head and gloated at Mu Jun.

"When?" Mu Jun pulled down his shoulders in frustration: "What will the sect do with me?"

"The old ginseng told the head that it was Bingjiao's failure to transform into a corpse," Tuanzi stretched out his flesh wings and patted Mu Jun's cheek comfortingly: "If Xiaoice knew about this, he would definitely turn the sky over......"

"Why?" Mu Jun thought of the thumb-sized Xiaoice Jiao, as proud as a seven- or eight-year-old girl.

"In another ten years, it will be her second incarnation, and we are saying a curse to her. Tuanzi said to the meat wings: "She is very angry and terrible......" After speaking, he couldn't help but shiver, thinking of the killing in three hundred years, it almost became the belly of the ice Jiao.

"Ten years?" Mu Jun calculated, it was because he had already built a foundation, and he should have left Jiuxiao Peak and gone out to travel.

"She's afraid of Sambo," Mu Jun gave Tuanzi an idea: "You follow Sambo inseparably, and you will be safe." ”

"But......" Tuanzi flew up and followed Mu Jun's side: "She will freeze you into an iceman and hide you in the Ice Stream Valley, except for the Great Monarch, no one in this world can get out of the Ice Stream Valley." ”

"......" Mu Jun looked at the undulating sea of clouds outside the bridge, and quickened his pace towards the boundary monument, this world is too dangerous, and his life will be in danger at every word.

Crossing the boundary monument, he saw Rong Mo standing in front of the boundary monument from a distance, the Wind Shadow Sword hovering beside him, and the killing intent soared into the sky.

Mu Jun stopped, cautiously looking at the black shadow standing on the dark clouds in mid-air ten zhang away from Rong Mo, the magic power was scattered, and horror surged in his heart: there was actually a demon clan who sneaked into the Yunhua Inner Sect and touched the gate of Jiuxiao.

Suddenly, Mu Jun's divine sense moved, and the mysterious ghost of her middle dantian was about to move, and the spiritual power of her whole body surged towards the middle dantian. Mu Jun felt deeply inappropriate, but he was powerless to control the direction of his spiritual powers, and watched them sprout and stretch. However, after five breaths, Mu Jun felt an inexplicable excitement surging in his heart, a monstrous bloodthirsty desire, looking at the black shadow in the air, and hunger swelled up in his heart.

Danzi hid behind Mu Jun's back at the back of her neck, her head buried in her collar, and Suo Suo shivered. A strand of hair behind Mu Jun rose like a snake's head, running towards the black shadow in mid-air.

Rong Mo also discovered Mu Jun's abnormality, and hurriedly sent her a message: "Uncle Shi, go back!"

"I can't move," Mu Jun wanted to cry without tears: she knew that there was no good in this world.

"That thunder tribulation was caused by you?" Rong Mo's expression was solemn: After the thunder tribulation, the demon clan moved frequently, and it must be related to the demon clan.

"I received two spirit seeds as a natal magic weapon. Mu Jun paused, but still told Rong Mo the truth.

"Spirit seed?" Rong Mo was surprised, he had never heard of someone collecting spirit seed into the dantian as a natal magic weapon. However, thinking of Mu Jun's heaven-level wood spirit root, there was an out-of-body spirit plant monk beside him to guide him, so this move was not a surprise.

"Well," Mu Jun winked at Rong Mo, remembering that Sam Wu should have already noticed the appearance of demons in Jiuxiao, but he still asked her to come to the boundary monument to pick up Rong Mo, she must have a plan. It's just that...... Mu Jun's mouth was bitter, and a thought came to his mind: Could it be that she was used as bait?

The black shadow in the air stood in the air, and his divine sense was staring at Mu Jun, and he also felt that what he was looking for was on this woman. But...... The aura of the black shadow is slightly condensed, although it has a monstrous demonic nature, but there is no trace of magic, I am afraid that this thing has recognized its master. The black shadow stared at the still standing boundary monument, the sword intent that destroyed the world and the earth, if he took any further steps, he would definitely be strangled.

After thinking for a few breaths, the black shadow stared at Mu Jun, noted her spiritual power fluctuations, and waited for the future. Mu Jun found that the aura around the black shadow's body was distorted, and in less than a breath, he disappeared.

Rong Mo looked at the sky for a long time, and was relieved to be sure that the black shadow had really left. Recall the Wind Shadow Sword, turn around and walk towards Mu Jun.

Mu Jun felt the bloodthirsty excitement in her heart slowly receding like a tide, and she finally regained her sense of domination in her body. As soon as his body weakened, he knelt on one knee, let out a long breath, and stared down at the wooden path, his head empty.

The cyan embroidery on the moire spirit shoes appeared in her sight, and with the next breath, her body fell into the arms of a familiar breath, and a warm touch came from the top of her head. Mu Jun closed her eyes tiredly, and the breath of her nose made her frightened heart slowly calm down.

"He's a demon?" Mu Jun pressed his forehead against Rong Mo's chest, and his voice came up muffled.

"En," Rong Mo's jaw rubbed the top of her head: "It should be a powerful doppelganger in the Demon Realm." ”

"How will the sect deal with this kind of thing?" Mu Jun was silent: "A disciple with a monster." ”

"If you don't want to, you will have an elder to help you take it. If it is malicious, he will be imprisoned for life in the valley of Houzong Ming, and he will not be allowed to come out for life. Rong Mo patted Mu Jun on the back: "When you recognized the main spirit seed, did you ask the Lord of Shenwu?"

"I asked," Mu Jun nodded, "He said that this is also my chance!"

"Then there will be no problem. Rong Mo breathed a sigh of relief, he was really worried that Mu Jun had decided to recognize the master, since the spiritual planting monk Shenwu Dajun had all approved it, he was afraid that this spirit seed was not simple, and it was indeed Mu Jun's chance.

"Really?" Mu Jun quickly raised his head and stared into Rong Mo's eyes, making sure he wasn't lying to her.

"En," Rong Mo stared at her for two breaths, lowered his head, his forehead against her forehead, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of her nose: "You don't have to worry!"

"......" Mu Jun looked at the eyes that were close at hand, as if he could see through everything at a glance, but it made people easily lost in that deep world. The wings of his nose filled with his breath, as if the whole world was shrouded in him, his heart beating irregularly, and his ears were thundering heartbeats.