The Monkey King Xiaobai muttered a look of regret, and suddenly saw Yun Mengfei, who was fighting with Jun Qianyu not far away, and couldn't help but light up.

The iron rod in his hand was on his shoulder, and he looked eager to try.

Yun Mengfei shook the folding fan in his hand, tiptoed a little, and his body flew backwards.

Seeing this, the monkey king Xiaobai picked up the iron rod in his hand and wanted to bully himself.

"Kill!"

Yun Mengfei waved the folding fan in the air in his hand, and in one go, a killing word condensed by Gang Qi swept towards Monkey King Xiaobai with Ling Ran's killing machine.

The Monkey King Xiaobai waved the iron rod in his hand, and with a shock, he shattered a killing word in front of him, and when he looked up, Yun Mengfei had already swept far away.

Seeing that he is not slow, he is personable, and he steps out in one step, but there is a distance of more than ten zhang. It is Confucianism.

"Hmmm... Escaped so fast, why didn't the younger brother help the eldest brother stop that guy. ”

The Monkey King Xiaobai put the iron rod on his shoulder with a look of regret.

"I can't afford to lose that person. ”

Jun Qianyu calmly withdrew the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear in his hand and said slowly.

"Brother Ben Monkey didn't say that he couldn't afford to lose the monkey, you still dislike Benmei Monkey King?"

Monkey King Xiaobai looked at Jun Qianyu with an unkind face.

"Xiaobai, don't make trouble. ”

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"I'll bully this monkey king, I'm so pitiful..."

Monkey King Xiaobai just muttered and came to the stone table where Mo Lingquan and the three of them were drinking tea, and picked up the purple clay pot on the stone table, which was a fierce pour.

"Ahh

Drinking the steaming tea in the teapot in one gulp, the Monkey King Xiaobai breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed.

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth twitched, and his eyebrows and eyes jumped, this was the fairy bud stone flower that he had finally found. On weekdays, I regard it as a treasure, but today I took it out and shared it with Yu Zixi, but the monkey king Xiaobai drank all the pot of tea in one gulp, which was too little.

Yu Zixi sighed a pity, Xiaobai, this monkey, is a pity for a good pot of tea.

Meng Yanran held the tea cup in her hand tightly in vain, gently inhaling the rising fragrance of tea, and looked intoxicated.

"Look at your breath, isn't it just water soaked in leaves? Hurry up Ming'er, I'll let the monkey monkey grandson pick enough for you. ”

The Monkey King Xiaobai put down the teapot and said disapprerovingly when he saw everyone's strange expressions.

"How can you compare the fairy bud stone flower with ordinary leaves!"

When Mo Lingquan heard this, he stood up and pointed to the nose of the Monkey King Xiaobai, his face was pale.

"It's not all a bowl of bitter water! A big bowl of wine is the most enjoyable to eat meat!"

The Monkey King casually brushed Mo Lingquan away and pointed at his hand, with a disapproving expression, disdainful of Mo Lingquan's treatment of this bitter water as a treasure.

"Senior Brother Mo! I live in seclusion in the mountains with my master to cultivate, but the master is looking for a blind Gu Qing purple bamboo shoots, and I will send someone to give you half a catty!"

Seeing that Mo Lingquan was choked by the Monkey King Xiaobai, and had the intention of making another move without saying a word, Yu Zixi had to stand up and take out his treasured best tea Gu Qing purple bamboo shoots to play a round.

"Gu Qing Purple Bamboo Shoots!"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yu Zixi with a surprised expression.

Yu Zixi smiled and nodded, the yield of Gu Qing Zizhu's spiritual tea is extremely low, only dozens of catties a year, and the one that is distributed to her is only one catty per year, and half of it is given out in one go, which can be described as a big deal.

"Is that true?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yu Zixi excitedly.

"Seriously!"

Yu Zixi was smiling, looking light-hearted, but the pain in her heart was known only to herself.

"Aren't they just some leaves!

Listening to the conversation between the two, the Monkey King Xiaobai was bored on the side, and couldn't help muttering.

"If you have ambition, don't keep thinking about the Hundred Flowers Fairy Tea!"

Mo Lingquan couldn't help but sneer at each other, and looked at the Monkey King Xiaobai with disdain.

"Can that be the same?

Monkey King Xiaobai jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes were round, and he glared at Mo Lingquan angrily.

"Since the Dao Immortal of the Hundred Flowers Valley was attacked and killed by the masters of the foreign sect in the past, and the Valley of the Hundred Flowers was sealed to the outside world, there has been no Hundred Flowers Immortal Tea!"

When Yu Zixi heard this, his eyes were full of melancholy and he was quite emotional.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, so depressed that Meng Yanran and the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion felt breathless.

"All of you have worked hard today, go and rest. ”

As the sun set and the sky darkened, Mo Lingquan stood up and said calmly.

"Let's all go back..."

Jun Shaoyu understood, and said to the martial sect disciple with a smile on his face.

With the departure of the two groups of people, the courtyard suddenly became deserted.

"Xiaobai, after a fight, you must be hungry, you go to forget the house first, and we will arrive later. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at the Monkey King Xiaobai with a smile on his face.

"Ahh I like that. ”

Monkey King Xiaobai picked up the iron rod and flipped it a few times, and disappeared into Mo Lingquan's perception.

At this time, even a fool understood that Mo Lingquan and Jun Qianyu had something to say about the rest of the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Martial Sect and the Monkey King Xiaobai.

Several people sat down around the stone table, and Mo Lingquan personally brewed another pot of fragrant tea.

"Senior Sister Zixi, Senior Brother Qianyu! I wonder what you think of the current situation?"

Mo Lingquan put down the tea cup in his hand and quietly looked at the people present.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull again, and Mo Lingquan's words directly pointed to the issue that everyone was most concerned about at the moment.

"Did Senior Brother Mo show up?"

Yu Zixi gently took a sip of tea and sighed.

"Hmph! If it's not my race, its heart will be different!"

Without waiting for Mo Lingquan to answer, Jun Qianyu said hatefully.

Mo Lingquan also nodded in agreement on the side, agreeing with Jun Qianyu's point of view.

"Hey, in fact, when Bodhidharma first came to Kyushu. Practicing medicine to help the world, forming good relationships among the lower classes, also..."

Before Yu Zixi's words were finished, he was interrupted by Jun Qianyu, who took the case.

"Senior Sister Zixi, aside from other things, when Yunlan was first established, the surrounding countries peeped, and a large number of masters of Confucianism and Martial Sect were clamped down and could not withdraw. The forces of the foreign rivers and lakes invaded the nine domains of Yunlan, and only the Confucian saint Sima Changqing, the martial god eagle fought in the sky to lead the Book Sword Pavilion, and a small number of masters of the Chivalry Sect went to support the Daoist sect to fight alone. If it weren't for the Sword Emperor and the Sword Pavilion Sword Venerable who led their masters to run thousands of miles, they would have entered the rear of the exotic martial arts, and they would have died for a lifetime. Killing the evil emperor Hu Yanzhuo, causing chaos in the rear of the other party, only to hold on to the Yunlan royal family and Confucianism, and the masters of the martial arts sect rushed to the end. Let me ask, where is the Buddha?"

When Jun Buxian heard this, he stood up with a slap on the stone table, and looked at Yu Zixi angrily, the stone table was already full of cracks, which showed that he was already angry at this time.

"That's right! In that battle, although the enemy who would attack in the future was killed, the fall of the Confucian Saint, the Martial God, the Dao Lord, and even the Dao Immortal Star Heyun, the Lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley, were also infiltrated by the foreign masters, and they joined forces to sneak attack and die, causing the Hundred Flowers Valley to be closed to this day. At that time, where was the Buddha?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Yu Zixi with a sad and angry face.