Sam Wu took Mu Jun and Cangling Dove Tuanzi slowly turned to the top of the sky, looking down from the sky, the radius of the top of the sky was only a hundred acres, and the whole world was white. In the southerly position of the peak, there is a three-hundred-meter-sized sinkhole, which cannot see the bottom, and most of it is a formation. However, the waterfall that falls on the nine waists falls through the gap in this sinkhole.

The top of the sky is surrounded by cliffs, perhaps for this reason there are no birds or beasts living on it. Samwu controlled the flying leaf downward, but the dango seemed to be frightened, and got into Mu Jun's arms, revealing only the tail that was raised. Sam Wu shook his head with a smile: "After so many years, I am still so timid." ”

However, he didn't continue to insist on descending, but stopped in mid-air and pointed it out to Mu Jun: "The peak master used to practice here, but after more than two hundred years of his absence, the top of the sky fell silent. Only the Bingjiao brought back by the peak master three hundred years ago was left to practice in the Ice Stream Valley. "It turns out that this sinkhole is called Bingjian Valley, no wonder Tuanzi is so scared, thinking that this is Bingjiao's cultivation is very high.

Shenwu looked at the Ice Stream Valley for a few breaths, then turned his head to Mu Jun and spread his hands: "I can't go to the valley today, it's cultivating, and I don't want anyone to disturb it." Mu Jun nodded to indicate that she didn't care, and Shenwu turned the leaves and flew down towards the nine waists: "It's strange to say that Jiaoxi is obviously an ice Jiao, but he has a temper like a fire Jiao. I remember that when the Maharaja first brought it back, it was the second time it failed to transform into shape, and its entire body was struck by lightning, and it was able to make a mess in the Ice Stream Valley. Speaking of this, he glanced at the dumplings in Mu Jun's arms: "I almost ate the dumplings." ”

Mu Jun obviously felt the ball in his arms trembling, it seemed that it was frightened a lot, hundreds of years have passed, and the shadow in his heart is still there. Reach for it and put it inside your shirt and gently comb its feathers to calm it down. Everything in heaven and earth has its own fear in the bottom of its heart, just like the tuanzi to the ice Jiao, or his own confusion about fate.

Shenwu commanded the leaves to fall in front of a large hall, Mu Jun hugged the group, and looked up at the plaque in front of the hall: the front empty hall, a little strange name: "Is there still a back empty hall?" Shenwu nodded helplessly: "Not only the back empty hall, but also the left and right space." Mu Jun suddenly realized: "The four are empty, this should be the pursuit of Buddhism, right?"

"It's not that deep, when the seven halls were completed, the Maharaja took the names of the first three halls. I found that there were four more seats, and I felt that it was too troublesome, so the last four halls were named according to the direction. Samwu led Mu Jun towards the inside of the hall, which was empty, and through the hall he entered the inner courtyard, and along the corridor through the courtyard to a separate courtyard.

Sam Wu patted Mu Jun on the shoulder: "Go in and have a look!" Mu Jun turned his head and asked him, "Sambo, don't you go in?"

"I'll wait for you here......" Sam Wu shook his head, his expression a little mysterious, as if he was preparing a surprise for Mu Jun.

Mu Jun hesitated slightly, held the group and offered his nameplate, the runes of the nameplate floating in the air flew between the shadows, and the sky above the courtyard gate was distorted like water waves, until a three-dimensional picture of the courtyard appeared in Mu Jun's mind. After a cursory look at Zhihai, Mu Jun turned his head to look at Shenwu, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes. Seeing that he motioned for himself to go in and have a look, he also walked through the barrier unceremoniously.

Along the stone path and path, there is a clear void grass, this grass is the main medicine of the clear void pill, which has a miraculous effect on restraining the demons in the heart, and for Mu Linggen Mu Jun, meditating here is sure to get twice the result with half the effort. Looking at its height, it has a lifespan of at least two hundred years, Mu Jun bent down and reached out to touch it, it was so soft.

At the end of the Qingxu Grass Garden is a two-story courtyard, in front of which several kinds of spiritual fruit trees are planted, Mu Jun does not know any of them, and some of them are already full of flowers, like a pile of snow full of trees. Mu Jun pushed open the hall, the whole set of seats for hospitality, on the table was a pot of warm spiritual tea, Mu Jun poured himself a cup, took a sip, good tea!

Mu Jun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and walked through the living room to his cultivation room, where the futon mat woven from the pure void grass was surrounded by ancient trees. Yes, Mu Jun never thought that her cultivation would be in the open air, but she liked it. The rich pale wood aura swirled and wandered around, and Mu Jun didn't even need to settle down before they would run to her side and surround her.

In a Xuan not far from the cultivation room, Mu Jun opened it and saw that the water vapor was lingering inside, and there were colorful crystalline stones at the bottom of the pool, which made Mu Jun a little stunned, thinking that this was the bath on the seven peaks of Yunluan.

Mu Jun's greatest surprise was that there were only two rooms on the second floor: one bedroom, which was clear and elegant like the ordinary, and one that took up most of the area, with a guqin on the table in the corner. On one wall of the room is a five-tiered bookcase with thousands of paints. Yes, Samwu has set up a studio with hundreds of brushes. There is also a clear grass mat on the floor, and when you push open the studio, there is an open-air balcony ten meters wide, and you can see the Jiuyin Lake a hundred meters away.

Mu Jun retracted his senses, sat on the chair and thought for a while, and walked out of the courtyard along the stone path with the ball in his arms...... Seeing Mu Jun, the gray eyes of the big tree were retracted. Sam Wu floated in the air and looked at Mu Jun with a smile: "Do you like it......?"

"......" Mu Jun nodded seriously: "It's just that I don't understand the studio and boudoir on the second floor, aren't you worried that I will affect my cultivation?"

"Oh...... Komaki Jun: It seems that you don't know anything about monks, except for time. Sam Wu floated over and reached out to touch Mu Jun's head: "This will be your home, a home for hundreds or even thousands of years." Just like the Maharaja, no matter which world he travels to, he will return here before ascending, because this is his home. ”

"It's like when we plant the spiritual realm, we start from the germination and take root in one place for the rest of our lives. Sam Wu cocked his feet, and Mu Jun seemed to have realized: "Didn't you say that monks can't be obsessed?"

"It's just an obsession, not an obsession!" Sam Wu stroked his beard and walked slowly with Mu Jun: "Cultivators are all striving to be the same age as heaven and earth for their ascension, precisely because of their obsession with life. ”

At dinner, Sam Wu invited Mu Jun to eat the small whitebait, a specialty of Jiuyin Lake, and the fish soup made of water jade fruits, which was delicious enough to swallow the tongue. However, for the fish soup, Sam Wu didn't drink a sip, he said that he was only used to drinking wind dew. The reason why he knew how to make fish soup was a list given to him by Yuncang Dajun, and he learned to make it for the first time for Mu Jun. The Yuncang Dajun sent a message saying that Mu Jun had just come to the cultivation realm from the mundane world and had not yet quit meat. However, he suggested that Mu Jun quit the fireworks in the world as early as possible to avoid accumulating too many toxins in the body.

A senior cultivator in the spiritual realm suggested that as a pastor of the Heavenly Wood Spiritual Root, Lingzhi would have a natural sense of intimacy with her, and if they ate meat, they would be avoided.

Mu Jun asked the ginseng black spirit beast can't eat the meat? The dumplings that were eating small whitebait on the other side fell on the table with a 'snap', and the whole body stiffened and his head hid under the meat wings and trembled, Mu Jun stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and it immediately shouted hysterically: "The dumplings are not delicious...... The dumplings are not delicious...... Ginseng ...... Help me...... Help ...... "He didn't shut his mouth until he hid in Samwu's sleeve, he couldn't get out, and he didn't want Mu Jun to come near again, so he decided to list Mu Jun as an enemy equal to Bingjiao. Mu Jun was speechless, and it was really a sin to frighten the children with one sentence.

Shen Wuyang raised his sleeves and told Mu Jun that the sense of smell of demon cultivators is very sensitive, and if the spirit beast is discovered by a powerful demon cultivator, it will be very dangerous. Moreover, the spirit beast meat contains the five elements of aura, and the Mu Jun of the wood spirit root is only suitable for using the spirit beast meat of the two attributes of water and wood. If it's just for the sake of oral desire, committing murder, and contaminating cause and effect, it's not worth it!!

Mu Jun, who was hit by the fierce performance of the dumplings, also drank a whole pot of spirit fruit wine depressedly in order to make it possible to embark on a long distance of vegetarianism in this life. The whole person was dizzy and held the two pots of spirit fruit wine from Shenwu, pulled his sleeve and rummaged through the timid dumplings, and repeatedly asked him to learn to make wine from him. Samwu watched with a smile as she fooled around, until she fell drunk in a chair and took her to the marrow washing pool like a kite.

Tuanzi stood on the edge of the pool and looked at Mu Jun who was floating horizontally on the top of the pool, and asked Sam Wu suspiciously: "Did she really only drink a pot of spirit fruit wine?" It remembered that the wine tasted very light, it was not wine at all, and the amount of wine that this little Mu Jun drank was too small.

Shen Wu threw a strain of elixir into the tumbling pool water, and stroked his beard to make a tall figure: "That fruit wine is mixed with a little thousand years of drunkenness." Hearing this, Tuanzi opened his eyes: "She wants to sleep for a thousand years??" The voice was high-pitched in astonishment, could it have to wait a thousand years before it could go out?

"I don't need it for a thousand years, but I still need it for ten days and eight days. After throwing away the last elixir, the belt pool was churning horizontally, and the color was emerald green and bright, so he waved his hand to remove the coat on Mu Jun's body, leaving only his belly pocket and bottoms. Tuanzi covered his eyes with his fleshy wings and looked at Mu Jun from below: "Don't look at indecent things!!"

Mu Jun floated in the water on her back, Shen Wu pinched the trick with both hands, and green light penetrated into Mu Jun's body, and slowly a pale pattern appeared on her face. The starlight in the pool slowly seeped into her body along the pattern.

Tuanzi flew to Shenwu's shoulder and looked at Mu Jun who was sleeping in the pond: "Can she bear the old ginseng to wash her marrow like this?"

"That's why I gave her a thousand years of drunkenness!" Sam Wu patted Tuanzi's head with a smile: "Washing the marrow and cutting the bones, what a rare opportunity, no matter how painful it is, she has to bear it." Slowly stroked his beard and was silent: "She is destined to survive the catastrophe in our spiritual world, and I want to help her well." Dango nodded, squatted on Samwu's shoulder, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Mu Jun, who is sitting in the sea of knowledge, can see all kinds of things outside, but he can't command his body. She also heard the conversation between Shenwu and Tuanzi clearly, although she couldn't understand what the so-called calamity of Shenwu was in the spiritual world, but Shenwu could wash his own marrow and bones, and such an opportunity would be of great benefit to his future cultivation. She has suffered this cause and effect, and if she can help the spiritual world in the future, she will definitely do her best. As soon as this idea came out, a contract appeared in the sea of knowledge: a golden word contract!

Standing on the edge of the pool, Shenwu saw the golden words on Mu Jun's forehead, surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes hidden behind his nose were full of tears: they had finally waited, and the black cloud that had pressed on the head of the Spiritual Cultivation Realm for tens of thousands of years finally appeared a ray of light!

"Jin Yanqi!" Tuanzi opened his eyes, stood up straight, stretched his neck and made sure again: "It's really Jin Yanqi!" Tuanzi rubbed Shenwu's face, happy that it was about to fulfill his long-cherished wish: "Jin Yanqi is a prophecy contract, Xiao Mujun is really the destined person! Old man ginseng, you are really right, you can meet that destined person with Dajun......" Tuanzi blinked his eyes, and cried like a child, and Mu Jun in the sea couldn't help but want to hug it.

Seeing the excitement of Sam Wu and Tuanzi, Mu Jun guessed that the catastrophe they were talking about might have something to do with the War of the Four Realms of the Tears of the Hedge?