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Walking in silently, the thing Yang Xuzi was holding in his hand was nothing else, it was the flower on the other side that was rare in the world and rumored to have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Seeing Yang Xuzi again, Mo Kongjing's feelings in his heart were very strange.

I don't know if it's an illusion or not, I always feel that in less than a month, he has aged a lot, and when he looks closely, he can also find that there are a few light wrinkles on his originally smooth and ruddy face.

is like an old man, an ordinary old man, he no longer has the majesty of the past, no oppression, and no domineering momentum of the superior.

The solemn and mighty of the past made the entire thriving Yang Xuzi Sect Master seem to have become an ordinary old man, letting go of his majesty, putting down his shelf, and letting go of all the appearances he paid attention to in the past.

At this time, Yang Xuzi is really a bit strange, it doesn't make people have a trace of hatred, but it makes people feel a little respect from the depths of their hearts.

"Master, what are you?" All the anger and resentment disappeared without a trace the moment she saw Yang Xuozi, Mu Yanran stared at the much older figure in confusion, and in an instant, she suddenly felt that Shizun had really aged a lot.

Somehow, she was a little flustered at that time. But she forcibly calmed down and told herself again and again in her heart that what she was worried about could not happen, and it would definitely not happen.

"Don't ask. Let's take a look at this flower first. The tired Yang Xuzi sighed softly, and after facing the smiling pupils of Fushuang, he could only smile bitterly and hand the flowers in his hand to Mu Yanran's eyes.

"How did it come to this? It is rumored that the flower that grows at the end of the Yellow Spring can only grow into a twin flower if it is moistened by the hot and cold poles. Looking at a dead branch in front of her in surprise, Mu Yanran raised her head in confusion.

Seeing this, Mo Kongjing suddenly had an epiphany. After seeing the relief and joy in Fushuang's eyes again, she reluctantly took a step back and watched the changes.

In fact, thinking about the disciples of the five major sects on the Qinglong Platform in Wuyue Square who refused to leave for a long time, she should have understood it a long time ago.

In the world of cultivating immortals. I guess there will be some kind of storm and storm that will rise again.

The other side flower is the most tenacious flower in the world, not afraid of the cold and heat, not afraid of the wind and rain, the flickering of thunder and lightning. Roaring hurricane for it. It's nothing.

It can grow anywhere in the world, it can be irrigated without water, it can be without the moisture of the sun, it can not have anything that all plants need.

Without land, it takes root in the rocks.

Without the moisture of water, it lies dormant patiently, waiting for the sudden wind and rain of an unknown tomorrow.

Without sunlight, it stood motionless in the dark. The darkness will eventually be dispelled and the light will be revealed. One day will come.

is such a tenacious and tenacious flower, but at this moment, it is withered in the hands of Yang Xuzi.

Silent, she didn't know what to say, staring at Mu Yanran's bewildered expression, she once again stopped her gaze on Yang Xuozi.

He is an old man, a qualified sect master, and also a responsible teacher.

"This cold flower is an immortal grass that my disciples of Xiaoyao Sect have carefully cultivated in a bright greenhouse for hundreds of years, and some time ago, your Uncle Fushuang took it out and planted it outside, and after a month of wind and rain, it became such an embarrassing appearance." Brushing his white beard, he looked meaningfully at the figure who was still a little ignorant at this moment.

"This—this can't be! Everyone knows the tenacity and tenacity of the flower on the other side, how can it be that a month of wind and rain can strike such a look? While shaking her head in disbelief, she stepped back in fear, and Mu Yanran, who was in a mess in her mind, didn't know what to say, so she could only shake her head vigorously and deny it vigorously.

But in the end, even she didn't know what she was denying.

"The flowers in the greenhouse naturally can't be compared with the outside, a small drizzle, a friendly and slow breeze, a night of thunder and lightning, I think, what prompted it to become like this, is these calamities that are not worth mentioning for it." Taking the withered and unshapedly dead branch from Yang Xuzi's hand, Fushuang replied coldly.

"What made it become like this is these calamities that are not worth mentioning to it in the first place?" Lowering her head and muttering to herself, Mu Yanran raised her eyes in confusion and stared at the two seniors in front of her who cared for her, her thoughts suddenly seemed as if the door that had been hindering her had been opened.

Is that really the case? The other side flower, which is known for its tenacity and tenacity, never withers and never withers, is it because it has been raised in the greenhouse for too long?

"The disciple understands the matter of Mingzhu, since the master and Uncle Fushuang don't want us to continue to investigate, then Yan Ran should stop there, so Yan Ran will leave first." Mu Yanran, who lowered her eyes gently, sighed slowly, and after that, she didn't look up at the faces of the two of them before bowing her head and leaving.

The flowers raised in the greenhouse can't withstand the wind and rain, so, Master, are you finally going to let go?

Hey, hey, hey! Wait for her!

Seeing that Mu Yan's steps were getting faster and faster, and seeing that the eyes of the other two people in the Juyi Hall were all on her, Mo Kongjing, whose scalp was a little numb, forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart, and wanted to give up his hands to the two of them to dismiss.

However, what she didn't expect at all was that as soon as her hands were raised, the old man in front of her reached out to stop her, and subconsciously looked up, only to see that there was endless tiredness in the pupils of those somewhat cloudy eyes.

"Xiaoyou has excellent roots, and I ignored it many years ago, and I hope Xiaoyou will not be surprised. Please Xiaoyou, even if you don't look at the old man's face, but also for the sake of Yanran's young and ignorant acquaintance with you, take care of her a little more. Yang Xuzi finally put down his posture, and his tone was full of pleading.

Seeing that the sect master of the Xiaoyao Sect lowered her posture and begged her like this, Mo Kongjing was really taken aback, and after hurriedly daring to say it in fear, she woke up late.

Of course, one of her junior disciples is not worthy of the dignified sect master of the Sect Master to lower his posture so much, nine times out of ten, his attitude is for the sake of her master's face.

"There is no need for my predecessors to mention what happened many years ago, if my predecessors believe me, then I will naturally explain frankly, if there is still me in this world, there will be no lack of Mu Yanran. Accompanying each other is our original vow. With her head bowed, she lifted her determined eyes.

Seeing that the Sect Master of the Xiaoyao Sect, Yang Xuzi, and the Great Elder Fushuang glanced at each other, and both nodded with satisfaction, she didn't linger any longer, and after saying goodbye, she quickly galloped towards Lanyue Xuan, where Mu Yanran lived.

"The root bones are excellent, but they have no chance with the immortals, which is a pity. However, it's rare that you will let go of your prejudices. After sighing slightly in her heart, Fushuang looked at the old figure on the side playfully.

However, the tired Yang Xuzi did not answer again, and after staring at the withered cold flower in his hand for a long time, he finally closed his eyes, and in a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the night of thunder and lightning, and when Poria took the withered cold flower to his eyes without saying a word.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )