Wang Yue had been down the mountain for a few days, and it was not Xu Shu and Xiuniang who came to bring him food during this period, but it was transferred by Cai Yang and placed at the entrance of the sword mound.

Although the sword mound is desolate, it can also be called a holy place for sword practice, especially the famous swords buried deep underground by the sect masters of the past dynasties, although it is not clear what they look like, but every time the moon is in the sky and there is no one in the sky, Mu Shan can always sense a different style of sword intent, chirping and trembling under the moonlight, showing the sword path that the sword master realized before his death is hazy under the night sky, so that Mu Shan can get a lot of inspiration and insight from it.

"It's time to eat!"

Under the moonlit night, Mu Shan was leaning on a boulder, sticking his head to his ears, feeling the coldness that seeped into the skin, feeling the indescribable, but ponderable sword intent, through the blood, extended to the mind, constantly roaring, like a swordsman with a blurred face, dancing with a sword in his mind, moving like thunder and anger, more than 10,000 jun, like the condensation of the river and the sea, deep and unspoken. Just as he was at the wonderful place, he was suddenly interrupted by Cai Yang's rough voice, which suddenly made Mu Shan extremely unhappy.

Mu Shan tore his throat and shouted loudly: "Just put it at the entrance of the sword mound!" ”

"Do you hear me, put down your things and leave!"

Well? Who is Cai Yang talking to, isn't he usually the one who delivers the food?

Mu Shan was puzzled and asked, "Who is outside?" ”

"Guess what?"

There was a delicate voice like a warbler's cry outside, although it was not big, but on this empty cliff, it still came far, far away, and went straight to the depths of Mu Shan's heart.

"Xiu Niang!" Mu Shan raised his eyebrows and ran outside with a smile.

"I haven't seen you for a few months, why do you now look like a wild man in the mountains, your hair is messy, and there is a sour smell on your body, maybe you haven't taken a bath since you separated, right?"

Looking at the woman in front of him dressed in pale pink, with long hair hanging down like a waterfall, a face like peach blossoms, and eyes like stars, holding a basket of wine and food in her hand, standing in front of her beautifully, Mu Shan even wondered if he was dreaming.

"Does it smell? Why can't I smell it? Mu Shan smiled stupidly, and stupidly stretched out his arm and put it under his nose to smell it, that very serious look, but it made Xiuniang hide her mouth and snicker.

"Boy, what do you have to say quickly, so that she can go back?"

"I'm not in a hurry, what are you anxious about!" Mu Shan glanced at Cai Yang angrily and said, "There's nothing to do with you here, go cool while you're here." ”

"You ......" Cai Yang clenched his fist, then slowly let go, and said with a sneer: "The sword mound is not something she can enter, I have to stay here and watch, lest she trespass on the forbidden land!" ”

Mu Shan pointed to a boulder in the distance and said, "Stay over there, you won't tell me, you can only see two or three hundred zhang away, right?" ”

"Humph! When death is dying, you still have the heart to flirt! ”

Looking at Cai Yang's departing back, Mu Shan replied without scruples: "Death is coming, who will die is not certain!" ”

Xiuniang took out the wine and vegetables in the rice basket, placed them on the stone ground one by one, and said: "I have heard about everything, it seems that this time Uncle Sima really wants to put you to death, what are your plans?" ”

"Intentions, that's not easy." Mu Shan picked up a plate of white-cut chicken, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and said with an intoxicated face: "It's still Xiuniang's craftsmanship, it's almost time to catch up with me." ”

"Hehe, your skin is really getting thicker. Tell me, what are you going to do? Why don't we get out of here together? ”

"Leave, wouldn't that become a fear of crime and absconding." Mu Shankou bit a chicken leg and said in a vague tone: "I haven't done anything before, why do you want me to carry this black cauldron." What's more, he Sima Wang is something, I want to kill him, it's not the same as pinching an ant to death. I finally figured out why Uncle Lu and Uncle Shisun both proposed to just detain me, it turned out that these two old foxes saw deeper and farther than others. ”

Mu Shan lifted the wine jug, poured it full, felt the sweet liquid, rolled down his throat, his whole body seemed to be on fire, extremely comfortable, his face suddenly showed a satisfied look, smashed his mouth, and savored the rich aftertaste: "If they really plan to kill me, I will not kill myself, and when the time comes, the one who dies is definitely them." And if you only detain me here, you can't guarantee that one day something happens to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and you can call me out as a thug, these people, the older you get, the better you get! ”

"But in case the master can't find evidence to clear your name, do you want to be trapped here for the rest of your life?"

"How is that possible, if there is really that time, if I want to leave, who can keep me." Mu Shan patted his chest proudly, and said: "Tell you a secret, this sword mound is definitely a good place, the famous sword left by the sect masters of the past dynasties, every time in the dead of night, the sword intent trembles, which is equivalent to countless peerless masters practicing the sword trick and sword intent in your mind, that is an opportunity that you can't ask for, if you leave like this, wouldn't it be a pity." At the very least, I'll have to stay for another year and a half. ”

"But ......" Xiu Niang lowered her head, her voice seemed to be gritting between her teeth, and she said in a low and inaudible temptation: "How should you face her?" ”

"She, which she?"

"Who else? Of course it's Senior Sister! ”

Mu Shan seemed to have been hit in the heart by some blunt object, and the hand holding the wine jug suddenly stiffened, and the whole person seemed to be petrified, maintaining the appearance of chewing, which was very ridiculous: "Rain and dust......"

"On the way back, I passed by Sima's house, and their family was wearing linen and filial piety, which was very miserable......"

Suddenly, Mu Shan only felt that Xiuniang's voice became very ethereal and distant, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it sounded extraordinarily illusory, and a very sad picture appeared in his mind: it was Sima Yuchen wearing a linen mourning dress, and his already cold face was even more indifferent as if he wanted to turn everything in the world away, quietly, quietly kneeling in front of the mourning hall, no crying, no words, but it was extraordinarily poignant, extraordinarily lonely, extraordinarily pitiful!

The sound of ......the wine pot breaking pulled Mu Shan's thoughts back to reality, and he nervously shook the empty palm, Mu Shan grinned, and tried to squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said in a trembling voice: "It's rare to meet again, let's not say these depressing words tonight." Oh, by the way, what about Genzhi? Where did that cunning stinky boy go, his senior brother is suffering here, and he doesn't even come to treat him, it's really unjust! ”