The place where Mo Yifan is going is hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, and no one usually cares about it, but it is a treasure place that the sword immortals they often wander in this area know - Qingliao!

At first glance, this Qingliao Committee is really not a good place, but it is better than the beauty and loneliness of the scenery, giving people a sense of tranquility when they are in it.

Dense and tall green bamboo surrounds a small bamboo house, the bamboo house is built from the ground, there is no wall on all sides, I don't know what kind of method is used, no matter how many times the four seasons alternate back and forth, the bamboo that builds the house is still green as a new fold, and the winter is warm and the summer is cool as if it has cast some kind of spell.

Several sets of emerald green bamboo tables and chairs are placed in the hall, and on each bamboo table is a set of white tea sets and a pair of black and white Go on both sides.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a wine house where you can always find good wine, and in the eyes of the sword immortals who have been left in the mortal dust due to injuries, this is the safest refuge.

Just like Mo Yifan at the beginning, the first thing he thought of was here, but unfortunately he was not simply injured, but was accidentally robbed of the immortal root and immortal bone by Daydive, even if he stayed here to cultivate, it would not be of any help, so he chose to return to Daydive's side.

At this time, a short man, dressed in a blue coarse cloth shorts and a small red belly pocket embroidered with gossip patterns, with two small buns tied with red ribbons on his head, and a little man with a slightly vicious face was wiping the table one by one with a clean rag.

Within two steps of stepping on the bamboo stairs, Mo Yifan saw a rag flying towards him, immediately flashed his body sideways, raised his hand to grab the rag, and threw it back, and was in front of the middle maid.

"You're very fat!" grabbed the rag from his face, and the little guy's vicious eyes stared, and he said in a deep voice with his teeth bared, "Where are you?"

didn't even bother to look at him, Mo Yifan glanced around and asked, "What about Yun Qingyu?"

Before his words fell, a little old man with a folding fan and a patched robe, who looked yellow and thin, immediately lifted the curtain from the wine room, and said enthusiastically: "Yo, who should the old man be, is this the second young master of the Mo family, it seems that there is something to ask for in this style, right?"

"There's no need to be polite. Without looking at many people, Mo Yifan turned around and sat at a bamboo table, poured a cup of tea casually, and asked coldly, "I'm here to ask you something!"

Yun Qingyu continued to shake the folding fan and shook it over, and after sitting down, he still smiled and said curiously: "Second Master Mo is interesting, he has come and gone to my small wine house a few times, but he doesn't bring the new sword immortal, as far as the old man knows, you and him are inseparable in Pingsuli!"

In these words, Mo Yifan was teased that he heard it well, but he didn't take it as a shame, took a sip of tea, and said: "The day diving is not in good health, so it is not suitable to go out!"

I don't know when I chose some fresh fruit snacks from the back hall, and the little guy walked out with a huge tray, and while placing them on the bamboo table, he said in a weird manner: "That ordinary man, even if he stepped on our Qingliao, he was not qualified and refused to bring better!"

"Ah porcelain!" Yun Qingyu laughed twice, closed the folding fan and hit the little guy's head, and scolded with a smile, "Don't be unreasonable!"

After being scolded, Ah Ci obediently tilted his head and stopped talking, but he stood at the bamboo table and stared at Mo Yifan intently, his big eyes were full of curiosity and freshness, not so much looking at a person, but looking at some unknown prey.

Poured himself a cup of tea, Yun Qingyu took a sip, unfolded the folding fan again, and said with a smile while shaking: "What does Second Prince Mo want to ask?"

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Mo Yifan raised his head for a long time, slowly spit out three words, and said, "Demon hunter." ”

As soon as these three words came out of his mouth, Ah Ci lay down as if he had been struck by lightning on the spot, and let out a strange whisper: "My mother, there are still people who will ask this Laoshizi these days!"

After saying this, he actually lay on the ground like that, pounding the bamboo floor with his little fist incessantly, while laughing uncontrollably.

"Ahh

Closing the folding fan heavily, it hit Ah Ci's head even harder, Yun Qingyu looked at Mo Yifan's increasingly sinking face, and quickly coughed lightly.

Standing up stupidly, Ah Ci picked up the half-empty teapot on the table with a smile, didn't dare to say a word, left the front hall shop, and walked into the back hall, seeing that this meant recooking tea.

Seeing him leave, Mo Yifan took a deep breath, took another sip of tea, and asked repeatedly: "Demon hunter, what is it?"

The cynical appearance before was put away, Yun Qingyu put the folding fan together on the bamboo table, took out a cigarette pouch with an ebony rod and a jade pot from his waist, and asked while slowly touching the tobacco with a strange color and a slight orange light: "Specially came to ask me, do you really know if you are a high-level sword immortal?"

"In Xuanting-" Mo Yifan choked on this sentence and said in a low voice, "That's just a legend!"

"What if I tell you that the legend of the demon hunter is true?" Yun Qingyu lit the tobacco in the cigarette pouch pot, smoked it with a click, and said quietly, "It's just that for the Sword Immortal, that is really not glorious!"

did not express his opinion, Mo Yifan still maintained his humble and gentlemanly appearance very well, and showed an expression of willingness to hear it while drinking tea.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yun Qingyu fanned the wind as if he were nothing, and it could be seen that he was experiencing extremely serious inner entanglements. Actually, it's not that he doesn't want to tell him, however, he himself said that it is not a glorious thing, and this Mo Yifan's identity is also more noble among the sword immortals, and some things are only afraid that Xuan Ting will not be able to hide from him, if he lifts the bottom himself, I don't know if it will lead to any consequences!

Seeing his embarrassed look, Mo Yifan put down the teacup in his hand and said faintly: "I know you have a dilemma, I also mentioned before that I had read it in some idle volumes, the demon hunter Yu Xuanting seems to be the existence of an external team in mortal dust, but, it has not been recorded and mentioned since then, but, now there are demon hunters in the world, and they have also found the day dive, I am afraid that something is wrong, if it is really so difficult, you don't say it!"

"No-" knocked the cigarette pouch pot with only cigarette ash on the sole of his shoe a few times, Yun Qingyu finally made up his mind and said, "Some things are unbearable, and they are also ...... that have existed in history and should not be erased."

A thousand years ago, the Xuanting at that time was just called the Xuanting, and what is not known to future generations is that the reason why there is a Xuanting is because there was a sword immortal first, and among the first generation of sword immortals, there is a person who is a leader, not only at the beginning, but also by the later generations of sword immortals known as the strongest sword immortal in the past dynasties, and was called Emperor Xuan.

At first, there was no "judge's pen" in the hands of the sword immortals, but each person cultivated a sword, collectively referred to as "leaving the soul", and at that time, there were very few people who could obtain the name of the sword immortal.

However, there are a number of sword immortals, but there are countless demons, and it is for this reason that when Emperor Xuan was looking for demons in mortal dust, he found that there was a clan in mortal dust that also had excellent spiritual power like sword immortals, in order to ensure the order of mortal dust, and also to reduce the burden on Xuanting, he decided to awaken the ability of that clan, and gave the name demon hunters, stayed in mortal dust to help them practice, and finally turned them into messengers who killed demons and evil for sword immortals in mortal dust.

It's just that Emperor Xuan at that time was too young and conceited!

He never expected that as the demon hunters who became more and more powerful in cultivation began to plunge into battle, they would soon show an insurmountable essential difference from the sword immortals.

Everything often doesn't go in the direction you expected, as if this distinction planted a seed of instability between the sword fairy and the demon hunter, and the most terrifying thing is that over time, it not only took root and sprouted, but also grew vigorously as if it had been fertilized.

"The difference is probably what the books mention—"

Hearing this, Mo Yifan's good-looking brows frowned into the word "Chuan", and the teacup in his hand was obviously empty, but it was turned around in his palm and never put it down.

"I think, you're right!" Pulling off a dripping grape and throwing it into his mouth, Yun Qingyu swallowed it with the skin after just a few bites, and continued, "The sword immortal treats demons, originally with extradition as the initial and ultimate goal, and the demon hunters may end up with complete killing as the only result because of their own defects!"

Nodding slightly, Mo Yifan pondered for a moment and asked softly, "In this way, does the existence of demon hunters contradict Emperor Xuandi's original intention of awakening them?"

After they were talking, Ah Ci picked up the curtain again and walked out, bringing the tea that had been recooked to the table, and pursed his mouth tightly, I don't know if he deliberately didn't speak, or if he was cast a spell to seal words.

Yun Qingyu glanced at him with a low eyebrow and pleasing appearance, reached out and took the teacup that Mo Yifan was still holding in his hand, and handed the two empty cups he had used before to Ah Ci.

Ah Ci, who had been with him for many years, immediately understood, quickly put away the empty teapot and teacup, and left the front hall again obediently, lifting the curtain and returning to the back hall.

Seeing him leave, Yun Qingyu picked up two new teacups, poured the freshly cooked tea full, pushed one cup to Mo Yifan, held one cup in his hand, exhaled hot air and drank it before putting it down.

Glancing at him, Mo Yifan also picked up the teacup, exhaled and took a sip, and then his brows frowned slightly again, and said: "This year-old and cold three friends, it is really sweet and bitter, and the aftertaste is threefold!"

"I have always heard that the second son of the Mo family is afraid of hardship, but the old man has seen it this time. Yun Qingyu looked at the embarrassment he was hiding under his elegance, and said in a deep voice, "However, the meaning of this flavor tea is very good!"