Yun Mo's gaze fell on her for a moment, and then he returned to the pond.

"Do you have any insights?" asked the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable.

"Just looking at the water and being in a daze, how can you have an understanding?" Yun Mo smiled and said, "It's not the kind of person like Himeno, look at the river, listen to the pine waves, and climb the stairs, you can realize the sword intent." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent, and a gloom flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yun Mo asked, "How is Nie Qianrou?"

Somnambula Demon Venerable sat next to him and asked, "Like that little girl?"

Yun Mo was slightly stunned and asked, "What kind of words are these?"

Dream Crystal Demon Venerable said: "The nine-tailed demon fox is guarding outside the Sword Dao Sect, and the five holy lands don't know what to do, you sleep for three days, and you don't care about such an important event when you get up, but ask a female disciple of the Holy Sword Sect, don't you like others?"

Yun Mo said, "Is it my Yun Mo's turn to need someone else's comfort now?"

The Dream Crystal Demon Venerable was slightly stunned and said, "I'm not comforting you, I'm just explaining the facts." ”

No matter when, the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable will not admit her mistake, probably this has something to do with the noble bloodline of her golden dragon, maybe from the bones, she is a proud person, no, an arrogant dragon.

Yun Mo secretly thought to herself, wanting to ask about the Kendo Sect in the past few days, but as soon as the words reached her mouth, she swallowed it back, the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable was able to stay here completely because of herself, as for the Kendo Sect or Ah Zhe, she definitely didn't have the leisure to understand.

He got up and poured a cup of hot tea, handed it to the Dream Crystal Demon Venerable, and asked, "Is there any news from the Five Holy Lands?"

Dream Crystal Demon Venerable said: "According to the itinerary, they should still be on the way back, this battle, the Flame Spirit Gate lost the Great Elder of the Flame Spirit Gate, as well as the elite of hundreds of sects, the most serious loss, plus the strength has always been at the end of the five holy lands, after this time the muscles and bones are broken, the other four holy places will be busy with the Flame Spirit Gate, and they can't take care of your Kendo Sect for the time being." ”

The Flame Spirit Gate may be about to fall.

Yun Mo smiled, looked at the countless ripples in the pond that were struck by the rain, and said, "In the face of interests, no alliance is unbreakable. He suddenly looked into the eyes of the Somnimaz Demon Venerable and asked, "Will we become enemies?"

At this moment, the heavy rain that had been falling for three days and three nights suddenly stopped without warning, and the sunlight sprinkled through the cracks in the clouds, and countless pillars of light fell from the sky.

Dream Crystal Demon Venerable slowly walked out of the grass house, stepped on the bluestone slab, and walked away among the countless pillars of light, his voice was as indifferent as the autumn wind, "We have always been enemies." ”

Hearing this, Yun Mo was slightly stunned, drank all the tea in the cup, and slowly got up.

Enemy, interesting.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The heavy rain for three days and three nights finally stopped, and the entire Kendo Sect was empty, and there was a faint smell of earth in the air.

A layer of autumn rain and a layer of cold, but after the cultivator arrived at the calamity, he was not afraid of the cold and heat, and with Yun Mo's current half-immortal body, he naturally didn't care about this coldness.

Put on your shoes and walk out of the grass, the heavy dark clouds in the sky have quietly disappeared, and the sky, which has not cleared for a long time, has become high again after the clouds have disappeared.

The grass house is halfway up the peak of the Sword Dao Sect, Yun Mo follows the mountain path, aimlessly walking towards the bottom of the mountain, often encountering busy people, whether it is an old man who has been on the mountain for decades or a young disciple who has just started for a long time, no matter how close or far away, as long as he sees him, he will salute in awe, and even some disciples ran over after hearing the news, just to see this sect master.

For these people's excessive enthusiasm and awe, Yun Mo couldn't do anything, he couldn't blast them away with a straight face, so he smiled and nodded every time, so that he hadn't walked down the mountain yet, because he laughed too much, and the muscles on his face were a little stiff.

Although the Kendo Sect is not as heavily managed as other sects, there is no one within a radius of a hundred miles from the main peak and the east and west peaks. Especially in the inner perimeter, there used to be a large array to protect the mountain, and as for the periphery, there would occasionally be some woodcutters or hunters who accidentally broke into the mountain, as long as it did not affect the disciples' cultivation or walk around, the Kendo Sect would also let it go.

At this point, the Sword Dao Sect is completely at the opposite end of the Holy Sword Sect.

Yun Mo was a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the disciples in the sect, so he flew to the mountains and forests on the periphery of the Sword Dao Sect, as long as he did not leave the sphere of influence of the Demon Sealing Sword Array, he was not afraid of the attack of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox. On the way, he came across a hunter, a middle-aged man, with a face full of stubble, and his eyes shining, but there was a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed.

The middle-aged hunter has a rustic name, surnamed Zhang Tiezhu, but the countryman doesn't recognize a few big characters, so naturally he can't think of any good names, plus he has the concept of a cheap name to feed, and it is common to take a name such as a dog egg bolt, and the word Tiezhu is quite good.

Zhang Tiezhu is as his name suggests, he is very tall, and his perennial physical work has allowed him to develop a body of tendon flesh, and his skin is tanned.

When he came to a rock, Zhang Tiezhu took the ox horn bow off his shoulder, put it aside, turned to look at the young man, and asked, "This little monk, why don't you rest here for a while?"

After walking together for almost half an hour, Zhang Tiezhu no longer had the restraint he had when he first met this young monk, and just regarded Yun Mo as a young disciple of the Kendo Sect.

The Zhang family has lived on the banks of the Guangling River at the foot of the mountain for generations, and for them, although the Kendo Sect is a high place of cultivation, those characters who are like immortals in the eyes of ordinary people are not so unusual in the eyes of their Zhang family.

Zhang Tiezhu took off the wine bag he carried and poured it, and habitually handed it to Yun Mo next to him, but he seemed to realize the difference in the identities of the two, and took it back embarrassedly.

Yun Mo smiled and said, "What, Brother Zhang is reluctant to drink good wine?"

Brother Zhang, Zhang Tiezhu screamed excitedly and ashamed, although he has lived in the territory of the Kendo Sect for generations, but the Zhang family has not been stained with a little immortality, the more than ten generations recorded on the ancestors have never produced a cultivator, and no one can even have anything to do with the cultivators on the mountain.

Who doesn't want to be a cultivator who is high up and at ease?

Zhang Tiezhu trembled and handed over the wine bag, even more nervous than spending candle nights in the cave room with his daughter-in-law, "Look, look at what you said, where is the good wine, it is made by my mother-in-law with grain, and it is not worth a few silver at all." ”

Yun Mo took the wine bag, he didn't dislike it, he took two sips of the bag, it was indeed not a good wine, and it even felt a little sour, but he didn't drink much on weekdays, so this wine should quench his thirst.

Zhang Tiezhu carefully took the wine bag, pinned it to his waist, and prepared to go back and show off, especially his neighbor Li Dali, if he knew that he had made a friendship with a disciple of the Kendo Sect, how could the guy who walked around in front of him with an iron sword every day be so arrogant?

He was thinking proudly when he heard the young man next to him ask, "Brother Zhang, how are the people nearby?" This war has spread widely, if the people in the village need anything, they can go to the Kendo Sect for help. ”

Zhang Tiezhu thought, this cultivator is really good, he doesn't have a frame at all. >