86_86259 "Sometimes it doesn't work to be a little bit of truth, and the Lord has said that the light of a person's success will completely cover up the previous stains. Therefore, he must not be allowed to think that he is absolutely safe in Santai Mountain, and even Santai Mountain is dispensable when necessary. ”

"What? What exactly does he want to do? The words of the man in black made the woman feel uncomfortable and shocked.

"Santai Mountain is only a hundred people, although it is difficult to deal with, but it is not absolutely unbreakable, the Lord has already made the worst plan"

"What's the worst? Is he really planning to attack here? Give me a little more time and I'll find a way! The woman said anxiously.

"I'm sorry, my subordinates are just here to pass the word, and I will convey your words to the Lord in their original form. And the Lord let us tell you that when necessary, we should capture the thief and capture the king first. The man in black shook his head and replied respectfully.

"Capture the king? Is he talking about Chu Zhen? The woman was surprised.

"I think you should know who it is, my subordinates will leave" The two men in black glanced at each other, and then bowed to her again despite the woman's reaction, and then disappeared into the dense forest.

On the other side, in the main hall of the Moon City Palace, Zhao Chongping retreated left and right and sat alone on the throne, looking at the resplendent hall, his eyes were full of greed and satisfaction.

"It seems that you enjoy this result very much" When Zhao Chong was enjoying the throne of his dreams, the air around him suddenly shook, and then a gray phantom slowly appeared, the phantom's voice was extremely low, and it could be heard that he was very dissatisfied with Zhao Chong's expression.

"What do you say?" Zhao Zhong got up and sneered.

"You deserve to have today's status after decades of hard work," the phantom said in a deep voice.

"Glory and wealth are like a passing moment for you, but they are too precious for us people," Zhao chuckled.

"It's hard-won, but it's a stupid plan. Do you have to come here myself? ”

The phantom let out a sarcastic sneer, followed by an aggravated tone of reproach.

In the face of the phantom's accusation, Zhao Chong's face sank, his eyes changed slightly, and then he let out a slightly arrogant laugh: "Hehe, coming to this kind of place with your identity is too public, but it will arouse suspicion, Yingai, many people are staring at you with one eye open when they sleep, right?" ”

"You mean I'm afraid to come here?" Zhao Chong's words also touched the weakness of the phantom, and seeing him so invincible, the phantom also asked coldly, and it seemed that he was also a little angry.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean anything else. It's just that it's quite troublesome right now! You know the girl next to him, I can't move."

Zhao Zhong smiled bitterly and waved his hand again and again and replied.

Seeing that Zhao Zhong was weak, the phantom also snorted coldly, and then the originally illusory figure began to gradually dissipate.

"I said, I don't have much time to give you, don't challenge my patience anymore, I can give you the qiē you want, and I can also make you become nothing in an instant. I can not come, but I can also find someone to come, and don't blame me then! “

The words left behind when the phantom completely disappeared made Zhao Chong's face extremely gloomy, and he snorted angrily, sat on the throne and slapped the armrest angrily.

"Come" After waiting for a while, Zhao Chong also shouted angrily towards the empty hall.

As soon as the words fell, several black-clothed masked people were "whooshing", and they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, kneeling in front of him.

"What do the people of Hundred Flowers Valley say?" Zhao Zhong looked at the group of black-clothed people in front of him and asked coldly.

"They can't refuse the conditions given by the Lord, but if they want to turn against the people of Santai Mountain, they must think carefully," a man in black replied respectfully.

"Hmph, these stinky women, send someone to sue them again, as long as I can wipe out all the people on Santai Mountain, I will worship them as the national sect, and the annual worship will be doubled!" Zhao Chong's eyes were full of killing intent and became extremely cold.

Mu Feng, who was far away on Santai Mountain, didn't know that a bigger conspiracy than the previous massacre of his relatives was quietly brewing.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed, and in the morning, the mountains on Santai Mountain were covered with clouds and mist, and many disciples also came to the center of the square from their respective residences one after another to gather and prepare to start a day's practice.

Mu Feng stood in the center of the crowd and looked at these fellow disciples and brothers and smiled politely at them, since Qian Yi entered the stone room in the main hall, he had hardly come out again. Mu Feng would go in from time to time to take a look, according to Siyin's words, now Qianyi had become Chu Zhen's closed disciple, and Chu Zhen personally guided his cultivation.

During this time, due to Qianyi's absence, Mu Feng felt a little boring at first, but soon got used to it. During the day, he followed the disciples to practice the Sanqing Sword Style to learn the essence of cultivation, and occasionally Shishan would rise up to tell everyone some interesting stories about the monks outside the mountain to pass the time.

In the evening, he continued to follow Siyin for physical exercise, and after a period of time, Mu Feng also found that his body was much stronger than before, and the strength of his hands was much greater.

In Zhixin's words, Mu Feng has really grown a lot in the past few months, from a dull boy who looks weak at a glance to a little adult who is extremely calm and unfazed at all times.

However, today Mu Feng seemed a little absent-minded when he was practicing his sword, and the Zhixin standing beside him was surprised from the beginning to the end, and had to remind him at the end.

In his heart, Mu Feng has always been a very hard and hard-working person, because he has a firm goal and has always known what he wants to do, and he is quite surprised to see Mu Feng practicing sword practice from time to time today.

"Mu Feng, what's wrong with you today?" At noon, the early morning practice was finally over, and just as Mu Feng was about to follow everyone to the kitchen to eat something, Zhi Xin quickly stepped forward to walk side by side with him and asked with some concern.

Mu Feng, who had been absent-minded, was also stunned when he asked like this, and then shook his head expressionlessly, and said softly: "No~ nothing"

"It's not like you, you were fine yesterday!" Zhi Xin wondered.

Mu Feng didn't continue to answer, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled casually, and continued to walk in the direction of the kitchen.

He looked at his departing back quietly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so false that he was lonely and arrogant.

In the evening, Mu Feng came to the small forest in the mountains alone, watching the trees that had been cut down by himself a few months ago regrow branches and buds, and inexplicably remembered a poem that Shishan once said, "Young people are white, dead trees are difficult to meet spring", and a sense of desolation was born in his heart.

"Young Bai Shouyi, dead wood is rare to spring!"

After letting out a long sigh, Mu Feng turned around and prepared to go back, but suddenly found that Siyin was standing at the entrance of the woods like a fairy in the golden afterglow of the setting sun.

"I thought you wouldn't come" Mu Feng was also surprised to see Siyin's appearance, but soon this surprise was replaced by a calm watery look.

"I thought you wouldn't come, but I just went to look for you and found out that you weren't in the room, so I knew you were definitely here." Siyin smiled, looked at Mu Feng with affection in her eyes and replied.

Mu Feng Xù was obviously a little depressed, but he still forced a smile and showed a row of white teeth, and smiled at Siyin.

"When are you leaving?"

After laughing, Mu Feng asked softly.

"Tomorrow," Siyin shrugged her shoulders and smiled lightly.

"In such a hurry?" Mu Feng frowned.

"It's been four months since you've been here, so it's not too rushed, is it?"

Siyin covered her mouth and said with a smile, how could she not see that Mu Feng, who had been with her day and night for the past few months, was reluctant to give up on her?

"Whew~ That's right. So when will we see each other again? Mu Feng exhaled and asked.

"It's not a parting between life and death, I'm just having something to deal with temporarily. Besides, I'll be back when I have time."

Siyin waved her hand, but there was also a hint of affection and sorrow in her eyes.

"That's right," Mu Feng replied with a smirk touching the bridge of his nose.

"After I leave, you and Qianyi should be more careful and try not to go down the mountain. It's also a good choice to follow the old man, who has a bit of ability. ”

Siyin put away the smile on her face and became stern.

Mu Feng nodded, at first he couldn't stand the atmosphere of sunrise and sunset on the mountain, but gradually he seemed to like this kind of spiritual life, a life of no desire.

"Well, so be it. Don't wait until the next time I come back, you're dead, and I'm not going to avenge you. You only have one life, so cherish it."

After Siyin smiled at Mu Feng freely, he turned around and waved his hand and strode towards the way he came.

Mu Feng, who walked back to the room alone, looked at the bright moon covered by dark clouds overhead, and the night breeze blew on him, adding a bit of desolation to his heart.

Sitting outside the window of the house, looking at the scenery outside under the night sky, pouring a cup of tea, Mu Feng fell asleep on the wooden bed after a while.

The single chair is drunk with an empty cup, and the bright moon has no light, staring at the light and shadow of the body, passing the cloud building.

Wake up and look back, the wind passes through the flowers.

Early in the morning of the next day, Siyin went down to Santai Mountain alone, and yesterday he had said goodbye to the people on the mountain, and the sky was slightly bright.

There is a small village dozens of miles away from Santai Mountain, but at this moment, there are a large number of young people dressed plainly dressed in the originally quiet small village, and it is surprising that these people are all women.

And each of them carried a short sword on their backs, and when Siyin passed by here, he was also a little surprised to see this unusual small village, and he hid in the woods outside this small village of only more than ten houses to watch this group of people