The weak remain silent because they want to bring salvation to themselves through self-deception, and once the strong are silent, it means that he is weak at this time, and the reason for weakness comes from the reason for silence.

Yang Wendao and Yin Taixu obviously belonged to the strong and the like, but now they were silent, remorse, grief, sadness, and self-blame, all kinds of expressions kept flashing on their faces, and their hands clenched and let go of them repeatedly, as if they were in a nightmare that they no longer wanted to face, but they were always in it and couldn't extricate themselves. At this time, they had completely ignored Mora, and just stared blankly at Aya'er in the ice coffin, speechless.

"That's an acknowledgement. Moro looked at the two old men lightly and sighed.

It's hard to do. Mo Luo didn't deceive Yang asked, if you want to save Aya'er, you really have to need Yang Ask's Nirvana water stop for a strong person of this level, only this level of water stop can be used as ink to change Aya'er's life, and then use his own fate and the Wraith Knife as a pen as an introduction, so that he can successfully change Aya'er's life back to the original appearance of her life, and then it's simple, just like the wind world, it's good for Aya'er to speak by herself, and this time is very exceptional, in fact, Aya'er has already said her name, and that longevity lock is her name.

The most difficult thing to do is to stop the water.

Mo Luo told the two old fellows what had happened, and then left them to think about it slowly, and led Ah Xiang out of the basement and back to the wooden house in the dense forest.

"Ah Xiang, let's go visit this strange little village of the Yin and Yang family. ”

"Gotcha, master!"

They wandered around the village, casually watching the people passing by, and there were all kinds of shouts on both sides of the road, and the vegetable sellers, ironworkers, and medicine buyers were intertwined, and they seemed to be completely indistinguishable from the daily life of the people in the mortal spiritual world. "This guest officer, are you here for tea?" At the invitation of a teahouse junior, they walked into a relatively wide thatched hut and drank tea at the table. The taste of this tea is just right, slightly bitter, but the unforgettable fragrance continues to flow on the tip of the tongue, making people continue to reminisce, and gradually they will be fascinated by the taste, and the tea drinker will enter a wonderful artistic conception, which is quite ethereal.

"Xiao Er, what is the name of this tea?" Mo Luo called Xiao Er and asked him. "Back to the guest officer, this tea is called Wuwu, and it is made of tea plants cultivated by Miss Sanshou, the owner of the shop. ”

"It seems that this carefree lady is worried. Mo Luo muttered to himself, not caring about Xiao Er's strange eyes, "Please fill me with another pot of herbal tea, and I'll take it away and drink it." ”

Xiao Er answered and went to fill a pot, and after paying for the tea, Mo Luo left. Xiao Er was still muttering to himself strangely: "This guest officer is really strange, how can he drink Miss's worry-free tea but still say that Miss is worried? At this moment, a slender figure appeared behind Xiao Er, with the same fragrance and bitter smell as worry-free tea.

"Miss Sanssouci. Xiao Er noticed it and hurriedly saluted.

"What did you say the guest said just now?"

……

Mo Luo took Ah Xiang into a bun shop again, the slightly chubby boss was warmly entertained, looked very heroic, the proprietress was also kind, brought the buns, called Mo Luo to eat quickly to try the craft, the little daughter of the boss's family on the side was innocent, looking at Ah Xiang floating in the air was not afraid, but felt interesting, kept chasing, jumping very cute.

The blacksmith shop, the bookstore, the pharmacy, Moro is like an old friend who has grown up here, constantly walking through this small village, talking casually with the people in each shop, drinking worry-free tea as he walks, and does not stop. At last, every shop in the hamlet was walked by Moro, and he came to the end of the village, where there was a hill, a pavilion, and a beautiful woman. He smelled a familiar smell, so he took a sip and walked forward, threw it away, smashed Ah Xiang aside with the empty pot that had drunk the tea, and stepped on the small pavilion.

"Worry-free girl, what do you have to say?"

"Looks like you do. The beautiful woman turned around and touched Mora with a soft wave of eyes. She lightly opened her lips and teeth, walked lightly, and slowly began to dance. This dance carried fluttering ripples, a drop echoed countless ripples, and suddenly everything around him turned into fog in the vision of Mora, and as the drop fell when the dance started, the fog dissipated in the reverberating ripples, and at the same time dissipated this small village, everything was like a dream bubble, fleeting.

"What kind of heart do you use?" Wu Wu slowly stopped, she gently picked up her long loose hair with her hand, a layer of mist condensed in her eyes, and looked at Moro stupidly. She smiled, smiling like a flower.