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"But~~!" Bo Tong lowered his eyes and pondered when he heard this, but he refused to answer.

He was reluctant to let his baby apprentice go to such places to practice.

Revenge can be avenged slowly, but in such places, it is not said to be a woman, that is, a strong man with five big and three thick, even if he can survive, he will be skinned several layers.

What's more, his apprentice has only been cultivating for three years, why does he have to run around so much, why do he have to suffer so much?

Could it be that God is jealous of the talent that gave him a more difficult test than others?

Mu smiled warmly, got up and knelt down beside Botong, pulled up his sleeves, and pretended to be coquettish: "The master does not allow the apprentice to go by himself, and the revenge is not revenge in a day, if I can't beat me, I will hide in this Qinglongmen and be a turtle with a shrunken head, and the turtle will shrink to the palace master of the Nine Xuan Palace to get the ascension to immortal, or the long eye of the heavenly tribulation will kill him, and I will be free!"

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be sad pitifully, and pulled Berton's long-sleeved robe to wipe the corners of his eyes that were not tearful at all.

Botong helplessly pulled over his robe, gave a chestnut, and scolded with a smile: "You have never heard of a sentence called 'good people don't live long, and disasters live for a thousand years'?

Mu raised his eyes affectionately, his eyes were full of stars, and the flattery was obvious, and he said briskly: "Then the master agreed?"

Bertong sighed: "En~!I don't want to be the master of the shrunken turtle!"

Then he turned his eyes to look at Mo Yanyue, and said with a little anger: "The old man knows, there is no topographic map outside the boundary for people to refer to, but Qinglongmen does have an extremely detailed topographic map for the precious medicinal herb Demon Beast Neidan that is usually used to go to pick precious medicinal herbs."

Mo Yanyue laughed, knowing that this little old man loved his apprentice very much, and was extremely selfish, although he also intended to preach the topographic map in some way, but he still couldn't help but want to tease this master who was extremely rare to see such a master on weekdays.

He pretended to be deep and said, "Do you know that it is a very valuable treasure of this sect? That topographic map was only drawn by the Qinglong Sect after the generations contributed the lives of many cultivators, and it must be carried by the deputy sect master or above?"

Mu poured out his feelings and didn't know why.

But does a topographic map need to be so valuable and mysterious?

She said suspiciously: "It's okay, but a topographic map, if you add a little direction, if not, it will be another experience!"

She didn't look forward to that picture so much, anyway, it was all about training, whether there was or not, at most, she knew the direction.

But when she got that picture and arrived at the Xiqi Junji Mountain System, she knew how valuable it was!

If it weren't for this picture, I really don't know how many lives she would have left there.

That's for later.

When Bo Tong heard this, he glared back at Mu Qianqing, who had spoken a lot, and then turned his eyes to stare at Mo Yanyue, and said angrily: "If you don't give my apprentice that picture, the old man won't allow her to go down the mountain." ”

Hmph, don't think he can't see that Mo Yanyue is very different from his apprentice.

It's not as simple as just relying on Mu to cultivate as a demon and a talent demon!

If you want to use his apprentice and don't want to have some blood, how can you do it?

Mo Yanyue smiled lowly, and she hadn't been so happy for a long time, and then said: "Don't tease you when you're old, I know how thrilling places are, so I have the heart to let Mu Yatou take the picture, but you also know that the picture is only passed down to the previous sect masters, and no one else has the right to read it except for the deputy sect master." ”

Bo Tong's eyes were horizontal, and his tone was not good: "How can you do it?

Mo Yanyue hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I can't stand it, I can't stand it, you always listen to me, the deputy sect master can read it, the sect master inherits, if there is no mistake, then my son also belongs to the next sect master, so I handed over the picture to him, and allowed him and a few disciples to go to the Junjian Mountain Department to pick and kill the medicinal herbs and demon pills used in the second half of the year, and secretly handed over this picture to Mu Yatou, and when she returned, it will be returned to Zhao Fang!"

When Bo Tong heard this, he glanced at Mo Yanyue and then served with the Chinese medicinal materials in his hand, and said with a little disgust: "Trouble!"

Mo Yanyue picked the arc, not arguing.

It must be known that the topographic map needs to be entrusted to the deputy sect master in front of everyone, and then the deputy sect master will lead people out of the Qinglong Gate.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to be so troublesome.

The identity on the body seems to be noble, but it is also a shackle, and everything needs to be considered carefully in order not to fall into the hands of others.

Although Mu was puzzled, he didn't ask much, and only on the day of departure did he know why this topographic map had to go through this, and it needed to be kept secret before it could be handed over to her.

When night falls, everything is silent.

After Mu Chengqing came back from the master, he asked Mu Yinqing to tell her about the upcoming training, and told her to be obedient in the Qinglong Gate and not to run around.

Because of the lesson from the last time, she had to ramble once.

Mu Yinqing was naturally overjoyed when she saw her sister's mood recovering, but then she heard that she was going to leave again, and it would be a long time, and she could hang an oil bottle with her pouting mouth.

can also know that she can't hinder her sister's choice, and she, as a younger sister, shouldn't hold her sister back.

Whether it's experience or not, it's a distraction!

It's better than thinking about the prince Yu who brought her sister a lot of hardships.

Mu Chengqing naturally would not talk about the danger in that place with Mu Yinqing.

So she went to experience and take care of her heart as her sister, and finally went to prepare some supplies for her sister as much as possible, lest she fall behind.

Mu did not dissuade her, if this time could make her feel more at ease, why refuse?

Although she really didn't need anything.

In the dead of night, everything falls into a deep sleep.

And Mu was also very tired after pranayama, and went to bed early.

An afterimage was as fast as lightning, like a ghost in the night.

If it weren't for the full moon and brightness, I am afraid that I would not be able to catch the slightest afterimage of the other party.

The afterimage quickly shuttled between the peaks and streams, until it successfully passed through the Qinglong Gate protective array with the token, and then successfully passed through a mountain peak.

He was dressed in a dark robe, almost blending in with the night, his face covered with a silver mask, and the cold light against the moonlight.

He pinpointed a room and climbed through the window.

It's summer, and the window lattices are open, but it's convenient, and there is no sound.

He gazed through the moonlight at the sleeping man on the bed, who had a very sharp sixth sense, and he knew it.

Therefore, the robe under the sleeves moved slightly, and the slightly cloudy demonic qi was already heading towards the person on the bed, wrapping it in it, like wrapping a baby.

The stunning woman on the bed, who was frowning slightly, and was about to wake up at any time, bathed in the demonic aura, seemed to be as comfortable as a baby returning to its mother's arms, and her tightly knit brows gradually stretched, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

The slender and majestic figure standing on the edge of the window lattice stepped forward as quickly as a dragonfly treading water, holding the delicate white arm of the woman wrapped in demonic energy, and a mixed-color demonic qi climbed up the rock along the delicate arm, forming a sharp contrast with the white skin like jade.

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