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"Give. ”

Mo Xie handed over neither a towel to wipe tears nor a bouquet to make the girl happy, he handed over his mask.

If this kind of rough and even ugly mask is left on the street, I am afraid that no one will have the intention of picking it up, taking it away, and collecting it for three days and three nights.

But it succeeded in stopping Fu Yuechi's tears.

"Do...... What to do?"

Fu Yuechi took the mask in a daze, like an iron nail meeting a magnet, and the focus of her beautiful eyes never left Mo Ye's face since she raised her head.

Although she had already guessed and fabricated Mo Ye's appearance countless times in her mind, she was still stunned after she really saw it at this moment.

This man is more handsome than she thought.

The eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are like stars, the nose is like gall, the face is like a knife, and the lips are like an axe and chisel.

There is nothing wrong with the word 'heroic' being used on Mo Ye.

"Put this mask away, and one day I'll get it back. ”

Mo Ye looked at Fu Yuechi's eyes, and landed word by word.

"Huh?"

It should have been too engrossed, and Fu Yuechi didn't come back to her senses until Mo Xie finished speaking, and she didn't know if she really heard what Mo Xie said, but seeing that her cheeks were red, she lowered her head and said softly.

Fu Yuechi didn't look up at Mo Ye for a long time, and after lowering her head, she didn't notice that Mo Ye's originally healthy face quickly turned white and then began to red again.

"I'll go to the stream and get some water. ”

It's a very clumsy excuse, the two of them drink bottled water these days, and there are several boxes of such bottled water in Mo Ye's bracelet. threw out such an excuse, obviously because there was some unexpected situation that affected Mo Ye's thinking.

Fu Yuechi lowered his head and didn't say anything.

"Whoosh. ”

Mo Xie turned into a black shadow and rushed into the depths of the mountain forest.

"Hmph. ”

A stream of blood flowed from his mouth as he walked, and he snorted coldly, his eyes like frost.

"Ahem...... Ruthless Sword ...... Ruthless Sword ...... Success is also ruthless sword, defeat is ruthless sword......"

Until he felt that the distance was far enough, even if he detonated the grenade here, Fu Yuechi would not let him hear it, Mo Xie stopped and sat down.

The blood in his mouth had stained the shirt on his chest, and between the words he spoke, his mouth was full of blood-red teeth, which was hideous and terrifying.

The first eighteen swords of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" are 'sentient swords', the last four swords are 'ruthless swords', and the last 'sword twenty-three' varies from person to person.

If you want to cast the 'Ruthless Sword', you must be ruthless and even Gujing without waves, otherwise the swordsmanship will have its own shape, not to mention the mental method, and it will launch a counterattack.

Mo Xie was attacked by the mental method, and because he found another way to refine the "Holy Spirit Sword Method" through the "Taiji Xuanqing Dao", his cultivation has long been not a simple martial artist, but a cultivator.

The reversal of the exercises is not a trivial matter for any practitioner.

But Mo Ye is Mo Ye after all, at the beginning of the retrograde and chaotic movement of internal qi in the body, he set up an 'energy storage pipe' to absorb the rampaging energy, so now he is only slightly injured. As long as you calm down your mind, calm your breath, and gradually return the internal qi to its place, you will be fine.

"We must cross the 'Ruthless Sword' stage as soon as possible!"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, his luck was adjusted, Mo Xie did not regret choosing the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and he also did not regret what he had just done.

He just regretted that he had worked too late, if it was someone else who carried the Holy Codex, such as Lin Ming, he was afraid that he would have already cultivated to the heavens at this moment.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Xie finished breathing, and when he returned to the top of the mountain again, Fu Yuechi had already put on a posture of crossing his knees and closing his eyes, and Mo Xie could see that this time Fu Yuechi was very different from the wayward lady who had been fingered twice before.

Moth's brow tightened, beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he was solving an intractable puzzle, forcing his brain to squeeze out his blood together.

There was a heavy look of pain on her face.

"Forget it, don't try it, it's my wrong consideration, it's better for me to go to mountain to find it, there are not many mountains here. ”

Mo Ye looked at Fu Yuechi like this, and in less than thirty seconds, he couldn't help but speak.

Fu Yuechi didn't seem to hear Mo Ye's words at all, her brows were still tightly locked, and the pain on her face was even stronger.

"Whoosh. ”

Mo Xie didn't do much persuasion, he just took off and chose a direction and rushed out.

It's an hour to go back and forth.

This peak is right in the center of the mountains, and you have to walk the same length in any direction you look for.

Mo Xie returned and landed on the top of the mountain, and he saw that Fu Yuechi had already stood up.

The mountain wind had dried the sweat on Fu Yuechi's forehead, and the clouds and mist were coming from the forest, and her skin was like jade and her eyebrows were picturesque under the soft light.

Her eyes looked at Mo Ye tightly, with a slight anxiety in her eyes.

"Miss Fu. ”

Mo Xie walked up to Fu Yuechi, he knew she had something to say.

"I feel it, in that direction!"

Fu Yuechi pointed in one direction and said to Mo Xie, her face was completely serious.

"Okay. ”

When Mo Xie heard this, he was about to rise again, but this time he couldn't rise.

Because of a pair of hands.

Fu Yuechi took Mo Ye's hand, but the slightly cool and petite hand had undoubted strength.

"Take me along, okay?"

The mountain air is pervasive and there are clouds coming from afar, which is a precursor to rain.

"Good. ”

Without any hesitation, without thinking deeply, it seemed that he had completely forgotten what the 'Ruthless Sword' was, and Mo Ye took Fu Yuechi into the air.

This time, there is no such boundary between the two.

……

Shushan, in a thatched house with rougher workmanship than Mo Ye's wooden mask.

“g！duang！”

"'Dao' is an ordinary thing~ not unusual at all~~"

The old man, who couldn't even remember his name, knocked on a clay pot left over from an unknown era, and sang as he tapped it. The rhythm was scattered and the singing was out of tune, but Fu Qingfeng, who was sitting on the straw mat in front of him, could close his eyes, and his face was happy, like hearing the sounds of heaven.

Is it the old man's singing voice with Taoist rhyme or Fu Qingfeng's ears are broken?

Outside the hut, a tree was full of birds with their bellies facing the sky, kicking their legs from time to time, all of them half-open their mouths and allowing unknown liquids to leak out of their mouths.

Maybe that's a good answer.

"What is 'art' ~ what is 'law' ~ it's just the laity themselves deceiving themselves~"

"What is 'luck' ~ what is 'life' ~ but mediocre people can't solve the problem ~"

Lao Dao's terrible singing voice with Fu Qingfeng's smiling and spring-like expression, such a scene would be excellent if it could be placed in a silent film, but now......

I thought that anyone would assert that some organs in Fu Qingfeng's body were broken.

The birds lying on the ground have vomited everything they should have vomited, and now they have begun to incontinent, and the scene is extremely ugly, but the old Tao who sits in the grass hut can't see one of them, and the other......

The guy who can sing like this and still intoxicate himself with a soundtrack and drag the audience to the audience doesn't think about the feelings of the audience at all.

Who can make this old man stop?

If the birds on the ground could speak, I am afraid that the old Taoist priest would have been unable to take care of himself, but they are still just ordinary birds, and they have all fainted at this moment, and they can't even scream.

The magic sound is endless.

Seeing that the weakest comrades in the flock of birds had begun to have blood in their stools, and they were about to burp the next moment, the gods in the Nine Heavens had finally developed the virtue of good life.

"Mo Ye Bai Mountain!"

A voice came from the foot of the mountain, and it shook the mountains with a hum, and naturally, it overshadowed the old song.

Maybe it's just one breath, maybe a little longer than one, but it's enough.

"Tweet!"

The birds that fell to the ground quickly rolled over, flapped their wings, and flew as far as they could.

A sense of joy spread through the mountains.

"Hmm. ”

Fu Qingfeng opened her eyes, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth had disappeared.