I don't know how long he stood in front of Liuyun Mountain, but after a few days and nights, Mo Kongjing finally woke up from his state of confusion.

At the same time, she also probably had some understanding of the state of the Immortal Cultivation Realm over the years, but for more than seventy years, there had been hundreds of wars between the Immortal Cultivation Realm and demons. This is enough to show that the two sides have fallen into a dire situation, and while the stalemate continues, they will never let the other side get half of the benefits.

It is not difficult to see from the annihilation of the entire sect of Liuyun Mountain that in the past few decades of battles between demons and the immortal cultivation realm, the immortal cultivation realm has always been at a disadvantage.

sighed helplessly, and then she remembered the burden left by Wang Erpang in the Qiankun bag.

Taking out the burden in the Qiankun bag, Mo Kongjing was stunned for a moment, saying that it was left by the old man, so which old man could it be?

Puzzled, her hand paused, as if she had a premonition, and her movements were so slow that she felt like a snail.

When she untied the baggage, she realized that it contained two things.

The silver-white tassel is excellent for both embroidery and pendant. This is a silver-white Kenhui about a foot long, and the pendant on Jianhui is in the shape of her favorite carp, and the sufficient spiritual power that overflows on it already shows that it is not an ordinary Kenhui, but a spiritual artifact?

As we all know, the most common weapons and armor are magic weapons that contain spiritual power, and the most delicate weapons are exquisite items from the hands of famous masters, and their production processes are very complex, and contain the full spiritual power that the maker painstakingly injected into them. These items are called spiritual weapons.

The spirit weapon is a more advanced existence than the magic weapon, and the peak spirit weapon may even encounter the chance creation to give birth to a spirit object with a life state! Also known as Sword Spirit.

Looking at the sword in her hand, which could be said to be very valuable and also made her love it, Mo Kongjing fell into deep thought. There were probably only two people she knew who would give her something of such value.

And only those two people know what she likes, the colors she likes, the styles she likes, and the ones she has always wanted a Kenghui very much.

Secretly lowering her eyes, still a little uncertain in her heart, she moved her gaze to the second item, not surprisingly, the second item was a letter.

Seeing the words written on it, she picked up the letter with great speed. The familiar font on it was not difficult to distinguish at all, and when she read the letter, the black letters flew up as if they were alive and disappeared without a trace.

He looked at the blank paper in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, she finally frowned and quickly turned around and ran towards Tianzi Mountain.

When she hurried to the foot of Tianzi Mountain, this happened to be outside the forbidden place left by Shizun. Following the hastily noted location in her mind, she found one, no. Two pine trees growing next to each other, to be exact.

These two pine trees do look like two trees from the outside. But their roots grow together in a tangled trunk.

After finding this tree, Mo Kongjing couldn't wait to use the method written in the letter to open the ban here.

A ripple of spiritual power dissipated, turning over the dust on it, and she unexpectedly saw the seven-chain mail left by her senior sister. The golden chain mail shimmered with dazzling light, and under the reflection of the sun, it could even shine a burst of golden light no less than the sun's rays.

With her hand caressing the cold chain mail, she fell into deep thought, and after a half-sound, she left the seven chain mail untouched, and the layer of prohibition wrapped it around and contained it again.

It was too expensive for her to take it.

At this moment, her mind unexpectedly calmed down, and she began to analyze it delicately.

Because I like it. So when they first met, Wang Erpang gave her Jianhui, but she didn't refuse. But Wang Erpang had no choice but to give up after being reprimanded by his senior sister. If she hadn't seen the sword in her hand, which she liked so much, she wouldn't have remembered something so old.

This silver-white sword is obviously the work of the maker, not only the embroidery but also the weaving method, and even she, a layman, can see that the thread on it is woven with extremely valuable spiritual thread.

This Jianhui should have been made by the senior sister herself

She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but in the end, she didn't have that chance.

Why take it away?

Who was he before he took it?

Why is it so good to her?

And why don't you say goodbye

Knocking on her head, she suddenly felt a mess in her brain and sighed softly.

The prohibition method of the individual is basically the same, that is, if someone tells you how to break the ban, then you can open all the prohibitions set by this person in the same way.

Of course, in the same way, if the owner changes the setting of the prohibition, then the method of unlocking all the prohibitions she has set will also change.

All the prohibitions seem simple, and they are basically not much different from enchantments, but there are too few people who can. Because it is not only difficult to learn, but also changes with the growth of cultivation, and the most important thing is that once it is cracked, you have to change the prohibition method you have set, otherwise the prohibition you set in the future will be like a void.

There are many Taoist couples who have never confessed their forbidden methods, why would Senior Sister tell her, why would she pay such trust

At this moment, Mo Kongjing's mind had become a mess.

It's not that she doesn't know what kind of feelings overflow in her heart because of her senior sister's confession.

Recalling the bits and pieces with my sister, alas

Knocking his head vigorously, Mo Kongjing sighed and sat on the ground.

At that time, her heart was like a fawn, and her cheeks must have been red and red when she ran away with her head down. It seems that he ran so fast because he wanted to advance, but it was actually a cover-up.

Holding his head in his hands in annoyance, Mo Kongjing couldn't wait to hit the tree directly!

Ask what is the most distressing thing in the world?

It's that by the time you discover your feelings, it's already too late!

But the seeds bred by this feeling gradually took root and even grew into a big tree!

She had to have a brain cramp to fall in love with someone who was full of mysteries!

With a snort, this time Mo Kongjing didn't just think about it, but had already taken practical action and hit his head against the twin pine tree.

Of course, she is not so stupid that she can't control her strength, at most she will drop a few branches down, and if she pushes harder, she jokes that with the physique of a monk in the foundation building period, these twin pine trees will definitely be finished!

The sword in her hand has been tightly dragged by her, and she wanted to throw it away, but she was reluctant to raise her hand just now. Later, she hung Jian Hui on the Shuiyue Sword very carefully, and comforted herself in her heart that she was just leaving a memorial, nothing more.

When Mo Kongjing calmed down again, her whole state seemed to be normal, and she walked towards the goal that her master had guided her step by step.

Shizun was right, she had to go to the mortal world to see the place she had crossed over.

The thin figure is lonely, but it is also proud, even if she has any overreactions and discoveries just now, those are already in the past.

Some feelings, it's okay if you don't find them, but once you find them, your heart will hurt like a tear, and letting it go is the only thing she can do at the moment.

Two years of recollection, 3.5 times the time to convince yourself to forget, 35 times the time to selective amnesia. (To be continued.) )