Several disciples were also shocked when they saw someone coming, and one of the tall female cultivators took the lead and saluted: "Disciple Zhao Jia, I have seen my uncle." ”

The other people glanced at each other and saluted.

"You're welcome. Go yourselves. Mu Xici was dignified and nodded magnificently.

The tall female cultivator looked in front of her, this uncle who looked only seventeen or eighteen, and her eyes unconsciously revealed a sense of envy. She is now fifteen years old, but she is still only at the sixth level of Qi training.

Although the influence of age on appearance gradually decreases after the foundation is built, this uncle must be very young when he looks at his calm body and beautiful face.

Zhao Jia seemed to want to say something, but the others wanted to go inside immediately to take a look.

Just kidding, they spent spirit stones to teleport over, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion also limits the time, every minute and second is calculated with spars, it's very expensive!

The female cultivator with a slightly yellow face was not uncommon, so she turned around and went in first. The others were not ambiguous, and respectfully saluted again and followed.

"Zhao Jia, what are you still rubbing there?"

A disciple turned around and shouted, Zhao Jia struggled, but he didn't dare to speak when he looked at the person in front of him, and finally turned around and went in step by step.

Mu Xici looked at this group of disciples with a slight sigh.

This is the first time she has been called uncle, because she is somewhat restrained and posturing.

Before she went to the four factions to combine, she hadn't built a foundation yet, only she called someone else's uncle. Later, the merge ended, although she was lucky to build a foundation. But after two years of coma, there are people around her who are higher in cultivation than her, so I don't feel anything.

It's a little uncomfortable to be called by the disciples like this now.

There was no one left and right, Mu Xici walked to the long case, and carefully took out the half of the wooden xun from the Qiankun bag: "Master Miao, this is ......"

"What is this?"

Before Mu Xici could react, the Mu Xun in his hand had quickly left his hand. When he looked up again, the Mu Xun had been firmly held in his hand by Master Miao.

Rubbing the smooth surface of Mu Xun with his thumb, there was a rare trace of warmth in Master Miao's eyes, as if he had seen a friend for many years. Quietly looked at it for a while.

Looking at the reaction of the Miao master. Mu Xici was a little confused.

In her opinion, this slightly yellowed wood Xun was just a defective product that was not successfully made.

The wood used is ordinary sycamore wood, and the sycamore at the door of her Mingxin residence is several times better than this material. The craftsmanship is also at the level of a beginner, and only a flower is carved on the tail that I don't know what it is. Anyway, only half is left. With her imagination, she really can't come up with it.

The only peculiar thing is that this Muxun is supposed to be finished. Suddenly, someone cut it off with a sword. That's why the edges of the carved flowers show a strange feeling.

"Master Miao, this is brought to you by the younger generation of Ling Laotuo. ”

As if awakened by Mu Xici's explanation, Director Miao put Mu Xun away. A token flew out of his right hand. The green token spun around in the air a few times, setting up a soundproof barrier that just enveloped the two of them.

"Spirit Master...... Hum. Where is the old man now?"

"When the younger generation followed the elders of the family from Songwu City to Sanqing Pavilion, they had the opportunity to get acquainted with the Ling seniors. The last time was 10 years ago. It's a shame to say that because the younger generation traveled down the mountain, and after coming back, it happened to be a combination of the four factions, and there were some accidents in the middle, so it was only now that Mu Xun was returned to the Miao master. ”

The temperature around him plummeted a little, and Mu Xici didn't know the reason, but he thought it was the reason for the soundproof barrier, and told the ins and outs of this Muxun.

"Where was the last old man you saw?"

"In the small two-story teleportation building of Songwu City. The disciple was afraid of delaying this matter and wanted to return Mu Xun to the Ling senior, but the small building was closed the next day. Ling Lao only left a note, saying that he was out on business. ”

"I see, it's really like his way. ”

The hoarse voice carried a sense of amazement and some of the taste of granted. "After all these years, he still has this virtue. ”

In less than a moment, Master Miao changed his words: "What's going on with your divine sense?"

Mu Xici didn't know what Chief Miao's question meant, but he didn't intend to answer. "Since the younger generation has sent Mu Xun, then ......"

"I just swept your whole body with my divine sense, and even released a murderous aura, but you didn't realize it. ”

Chief Miao's face returned to his previous unsmiling appearance: "I promised the spirit on his day...... Old man, if someone comes to me with Mu Xun, I can promise one thing. ”

"This ...... The younger generation is just a gesture and does not dare to be rewarded for this. ”

"This is what I promised him, you junior still let my wife and I can't break my word. Director Miao's eyes widened, and he buckled the long case with his fingers, looking impatient.

Although Mu Xici didn't understand what was going on, he knew that he was afraid that he was stained with the light of Ling Lao this time. Originally, she didn't plan to ask for anything, but when she thought of her mother, she couldn't help but ask, "Can the junior ask for something?"

Say. ”

"The younger generation wants a thousand-year-old red sandalwood. ”

"Millennial red sandalwood?" There was a hint of mockery in his hoarse voice: "You junior just want a millennium red sandalwood?"

"Yes. The relatives of the younger generation are still sick, and the lack of herbs is the thousand-year-old red sandalwood. Mu Xici said, looking at each other firmly.

"This thousand-year-old red sandalwood, although it is precious, there are still dozens of flowers in the hands of the old man. ”

Chief Miao stretched out his hand and took back the token on the top of the two of them in his hand, put the token on the long case and pushed it to Mu Xici: "Old man Ling, don't you think about anything else? ”

Mu Xici looked at the token and smiled, and replied solemnly: "The spirit treasure magic weapon can be obtained again, but the lives of relatives are difficult to return." For the younger generation, this thousand-year-old red sandalwood flower is a hundred times more precious than the spiritual treasure. ”

After being silent for a long time, Master Miao waved his hand to remove the soundproof barrier: "You are Mu Xici in the name of Elder Feng." I'll have someone deliver things to where you live. ”

"Thank you, seniors. Mu Xici made a big gift excitedly at this time. If it weren't for Master Miao's business, she would really be looking for this herb that her mother lacked like a headless fly. The reward of being a messenger is very precious. She must thank Elder Ling.

Just before Mu Xici raised his feet and left. Master Miao suddenly reminded him loudly: "Houshan is not the territory of our Sanqing Pavilion, life and death depend on fate." ”

This sentence has no beginning or end, which makes Mu Xici very incomprehensible.

The back mountain is a place on the serious map of the Sanqing Pavilion, not counting the territory of the Sanqing Pavilion, then whose territory can it be counted. Moreover, this back mountain is a forbidden place, why did Director Miao mention the back mountain?

However, Mu Xi didn't look back and asked, it was not easy for Master Miao to say so many words today.

Listen and cherish.

Shortly after Mu Xi left. The disciples I met before only came back to their senses after looking at the heart method room on the first floor: "Zhao Jia." Who do you think the uncle we met just now would be? I don't think I've seen it before. ”

Zhao Jia actually didn't look at a jade slip in the heart room, she was thinking about that uncle all over her mind. At this time, he spit out his speculation: "Most of the female uncles who built the foundation of Sanqing Pavilion have lectured in Wutang. There is only one uncle. Because the four factions were injured, they were in retreat for two years. ”

"Could it be her? Could it be that she's the leader of the four factions. Uncle Mu, the only female disciple of the Fengyun Palace, is it really so young to build a foundation?"

Zhao Jia nodded affirmatively and sighed, "We've all seen the others." It should be this uncle. The female uncle who built the foundation at the age of eighteen, if she can listen to a sentence or two of advice......"

"Don't be discouraged. According to the rules, the uncles have to go to the Wutang for a walk. Maybe in a few days, Uncle Mu will give us a lesson?"

"Maybe......"

And Uncle Mu, who was envied by his disciples. At this time, she was stepping on Bai Su boots with a bit of luck, planning to meet her Senior Brother Zhang for a while. Counting on the inside information from the senior brother to hear what the head of the family plans to do with Mu Xitian.

But as soon as she was halfway there, she received a transmission note. The content is very simple, the other party just wants to ask her to meet.

The words of rejection swirled a few times in his throat.

In the end, she still couldn't hold back, and turned her steps and flew towards the Lookout Pavilion.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the Shuowang Pavilion is still that prosperous.

Even though it's winter, the honeysuckle holly a few feet away can't help but drop the leaves that are no longer green in the cold. The flowers on both sides of the Shuowang Pavilion are still blooming very vigorously, giving people a sense of psychedelia that is still in spring.

And in front of the Shuowang Pavilion, there was a female cultivator with a good figure and a beautiful appearance. After seeing the visitor, he smiled like a flower.

"Sister Xici, long time no see. ”

"Sister Xiyue. ”

"Sister Xici is still so powerful. Even in such a dangerous place in the secret land, he was able to build a foundation in one fell swoop, and finally won the first place in the combination of the four factions. ”

Mu Xiyue said and stepped forward to take Mu Xici's hand enthusiastically: "After many years, when you came back from your trip down the mountain, you finally met and said that you would use the transmission note to talk to me about the travels, but who knew that you were sent by Elder Feng to Shuiyun Pavilion to deliver a letter." It's been a few years since I left, and now I can always talk well. ”

"It's true that a lot has happened. ”

Mu Xici saw his relatives at this time, and his heart was filled with warmth.

But it is not convenient for her to tell Sister Xiyue about these experiences, and she is also afraid that she will worry: "Sister Xiyue praises me like this, I am so happy." But I was lucky, Sister Xiyue is not also successfully building a foundation now. ”

Mu Xiyue stiffened at first, and then a smile appeared on her moving face: "Yes." After all, I, as an older sister, didn't lag behind my sister too much. ”

I didn't expect that to be the case.

Mu Xici's divine sense is not useful, but she faintly feels that Mu Xiyue's cultivation is similar to hers, so she asked casually.

It's just that Mu Xiyue's progress is a little surprising.

Before she went to Shuiyun Pavilion to deliver the letter, Mu Xiyue's cultivation was still practicing the ninth layer of qi. is full of calculations, but in just three years, Sister Xiyue has already built the foundation. And He Juanjuan, who was one level higher than Sister Xiyue's cultivation back then, had just touched the edge of the foundation.

Although He Juan was delayed a lot of time because of the matter of Bigu, according to normal cultivation, Sister Xiyue would at most complete her Qi training.

Presumably, Sister Xiyue got some good chance.

After that, the two chatted with each other, basically most of the time it was Mu Xiyue talking about the affairs of Qixia Palace, Mu Xici couldn't interject and had to listen carefully on the side, and should say a few words from time to time.

After saying this, it wasn't until it was dark that Mu Xiyue reluctantly said goodbye to Mu Xi.

This conversation is obviously easier than cultivating to kill the enemy. But Mu Xici felt that she was a little more tired than she was facing Master Shangyuanying in the secret place.

This kind of tiredness is more of a tired heart, a kind of indescribable powerlessness.

Obviously, they used to be good sisters who talked about everything, with the same surname, the same Xi generation, and lived under the roof of the same family for many years.

The conversation between them was polite and had little substance. No one said the secret left in their hearts, maybe no one could say it, maybe they couldn't say it.

Maybe this is a necessary part of the road to cultivating immortals.

After all, people will always change, not to mention that immortal cultivators have longer years to change.

Shaking his head, Mu Xici didn't think about it anymore, and slowly stepped back to Mingxinju in the moonlight.

Early the next morning, Master Miao sent his disciples to the door to hand over the thousand-year-old red sandalwood to Mu Xici.

Mu Xici, who got the red sandalwood and couldn't get the inside information, didn't plan to wait any longer. She went straight to the Golden Jade Hall to get a three-year share. In fact, Jin Yutang owes her a seven-year share, but who tells the disciple who issued the share not to let go.

Either you don't take it, or there's just so much.

In the end, Mu Xici still succumbed to the threat of the spar.

Every time she goes out, her hedron is inexplicably used up. Now, she doesn't even have the cost of teleportation.

After reaching Songwu City, Mu Xici opened his eyes and found that the scenery around him had completely changed. The original two-storey building has been transformed into a large vacant lot, or market square.

There is a stall in the open space every few steps.

The novelty is that the stalls are not unique to Songwu City, fruits, vegetables, and Linlang Department Store, but actually pieces of rune paper or jade slips.

Just when Mu Xici was surprised if he was in the wrong place, a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat who looked like a little guy walked over with a smile on his face: "This immortal master, do you want to stay in the tip, or do you want to go to Sanqing Mountain to apprentice." ”

"This ......"

"The little one's name is Ershun, and he is a know-it-all in this Songwu City, just ask, there is nothing that I Ershun doesn't know. ”

"This Songwu City, it doesn't seem to be the same as before?" Mu Xici said, taking out a spar from the Qiankun bag and shaking it in his hand.

Er Shun's eyes lit up after seeing the spar, and he knew that the person in front of him was a big fish: "I'm afraid that the immortal master hasn't been to Songwu City for a few years." Ever since six out of ten of Songwu City's recent disciples have been out of here, Songwu City has become a place where immortal masters often come to visit. (To be continued.) )

PS: In the past two days, I have sorted out the main line and branch lines at home, because they have not been updated before. 4,000 words added today.