In the Juyi Hall, the rigorous and dignified furniture style is still the same.

The square wooden table and high stools, serious and elegant ink paintings.

A faint medicinal fragrance permeated the entire Juyi Hall.

Above the high hall, the back of the one standing in front of the first seat was both arrogant and indifferent.

The waist-length hair is black and shiny, and the slender and alienated back gives people a sense of unreality that they will go away at any time.

When Frost turned around, the expressions of the four of them were a little weird.

In the world of cultivating immortals, Fushuang's appearance is not even outstanding, but that alienated temperament makes her whole person unattainable.

"Disciple Yanran, I've seen Uncle Fushuang."

"Disciple Yue Yi, I have seen the Great Elder."

"Disciple Poria, I've seen Shizun."

There were several voices with different styles around him, and Mo Kongjing, who was suddenly awakened, looked away in embarrassment.

After a while, after finding that the Juyi Hall was in an awkward state, and the eyes of the Great Elder of the Xiaoyao Sect had stayed on her, Mo Kongjing had no choice but to bow his head and say, "Junior Mo Kongjing, I have seen the Great Elder. ”

"Yes." Nodding shallowly, it was considered a salute, but Fushuang's expression was still cold.

And the other three who could finally put their hands down were all relieved.

This work was half-loud, and I almost thought I was going to be reprimanded.

"I don't know what Uncle Fushuang has to do when he calls me and others to come here today?" Taking a dignified step forward, Mu Yanran took the lead in speaking.

Mature and steady, she has always been knowledgeable and reasonable, and she has more than enough to advance and retreat. In the eyes of the elders, he is a model for the new generation of disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, today's Xiaoyao Sect, no matter who it is. Even if the attitude towards Mu Yanran is not flattering, it is very polite.

In the face of such a knowledgeable disciple, even the second elder Xuan Mingzi, who has always acted arbitrarily, is also kind and pleasant, and the third elder Xuan Ling, who does not care about the world, will occasionally nod his head, not to mention the great elder Fushuang, who has always favored her.

So when Mu Yanran's tentative words came out, she was silent for a moment and then went straight to the point: "There is indeed a reluctant invitation to call you this time, and it is also related to the secret realm of Mo Xianglian, I know that it is embarrassing for you." But please don't shirk for the sake of being in the same family for many years. ”

Fushuang said slowly, and there was a sadness in her tone that was rarely seen on weekdays, and there was even a hint of pleading!

"This" Mu Yanran looked at Poria and Yueyi, who were also unaware, in surprise. After being surprised for a moment, the three of them bowed their heads respectfully at the same time and said, "If there is anything that requires my equivalent service, Uncle Shi (Shizun) (Elder) bluntly said that the disciple will definitely go all out!" ”

Nodding with satisfaction. But Fushuang didn't say it directly. Instead, he cast his eyes on Mo Kongjing's body, staring at her without saying a word, staring straight ahead.

She was embarrassed to be stared at like this, but she was not a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, but she felt embarrassed.

Of course, she knew that she should accept it calmly from the moment she stood in the Juyi Hall, but as an outsider, it was indeed inconvenient for her to meddle in too many affairs of the Xiaoyao Sect.

What's more, Yan Ran and the others are all highly respected and important disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, and they are the core figures of the inner gate of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Several people are gathered here today. It's another request for the Great Elder of the Xiaoyao Sect to speak so sincerely, will this matter be small?

True. As an outsider, rational rejection at this moment is the best choice.

But there was no one else standing beside her, her friend and best sister.

Helplessly, she raised her head and glanced at the indifferent Fushuang, who had already compromised, she had to reply: "The junior will also go all out, but the junior only implores the great elder to help the junior cover up at the appropriate time, after all, for the Xiaoyao Sect, the junior is just an outsider." ”

"Actually, you can't." Looking out of the door meaningfully, Coria stared at her inquiringly for a moment, and then looked away casually.

Actually, you can't?

What the hell is this?

Confused by Fushuang's words, Mo Kongjing didn't have time to think about it, and Fushuang, who had no other worries in his heart, revealed all the truth hidden under the curtain in front of them.

With a few steps, Fushuang's slender fingers gently slid over the ink paintings hanging on the wall, and with just a few brushstrokes, you could see that these paintings were all from the master's brush.

"Mo Xianglian was not a secret realm a long time ago, and it was far less dangerous than it is now"

There was a hint of longing and nostalgia in Fushuang's expression, and she longed for the wonderful fairyland that she had heard from those elders when she was a child.

What she misses is that when she was young, the ignorant people were careless and fought together unscrupulously.

Seeing Fushuang's expression, Yueyi and Poria remained silent at the same time.

And Mu Yanran, whose thoughts had been turning, suddenly remembered the casual mention of her master when she was still young.

Mo Kongjing, who knew that she was about to approach the core secret of the Xiaoyao Sect, hooked the corners of her lips helplessly, to be honest, she really didn't want to have anything to do with these things, but when Yanran entered the Xiaoyao Sect, she was destined to have more inextricable connections with this medical sect.

For a long time, they listened to Coria tell a beautiful fairyland, a wonderful legend, a myth that will never be forgotten.

Mo Xianglian, Mo Xianglian, it was indeed not a sinister secret realm.

A hundred flowers bloom and a hundred birds contend.

The waterfall that flows straight down, and all creatures that get along with each other kindly.

What's even more amazing is that it once had the purest and thickest aura resources, and even if you take a breath of air, the spiritual power in your body will be a little more refined.

It is a flying island, and the overall appearance is like a lotus flower floating in mid-air, so it was also given an elegant and beautiful name when the Ancestor of Xiaoyao settled here.

Mo Xianglian.

The place where their disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect once lived was this paradise in the sky.

Carefree and free to swim.

Mo Xianglian used to exist above the entire Xiaoyao Valley, the most wonderful fairyland, and it was once called the closest place to the Nine Heavens with the Tianshan Mountains.

Seeing Fushuang's longing eyes, Mu Yanran was puzzled, she had indeed heard her master mention it when she was a child, and their hometown was actually Mo Xianglian.

But since Mo Xianglian is such a wonderful fairyland, and it is also their hometown, why is it now such a dangerous secret realm, and even a forbidden place that disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are forbidden to set foot in?

Seeing through Mu Yanran's doubts at a glance, Fushuang's tone changed, if what she said before was a beautiful mythological story, then what she said next was undoubtedly the most appropriate to describe it as a nightmare.

(To be continued.) )