I don't know when he has regained his grip on the sword and raised his hand, and Ah Ci's words made him a little concerned, after all, the task at the moment is more important than venting his personal anger.

Having made up his mind, he put his blade away from the soul sword and looked up at the sun in the sky, a slight complacent smile on his face.

Instantly capturing this change in his expression, Yun Qingyu pursed his lips and held up his chin with the cigarette pouch pot in his hand, and smiled contemptuously: "Tut-tut, little brother Day, you are so happy to look at the sky and smile, but you think you haven't been in that endless bamboo prison for long?"

His heart was seen through, and there was nothing to hide from the day, so he nodded and said: "I got up early, and now the day is just after noon, and I have been in your thing for less than half a day." ”

"Less than half a day?" Ah Ci exaggeratedly opened his already big mouth, pulled his hand, and said, "It's just past noon right now, but it's not the day you entered the endless bamboo prison, but just after noon seven days after that day!"

Seven days of day diving couldn't believe his ears, it clearly felt that it was only a short time, but he didn't expect that it would be as different as a day in the sky and a year on the ground.

For unknown reasons, a snow secretly fell in the heart of the day at this time, freezing the river that flowed in his heart that was originally warm and flowing in the summer, and covered it thickly on the crystalline ice.

There are sunflowers that are not ready to be harvested in spring, a fish that is still swimming, a piece of sunshine that shines in summer, a drop of dew on a young grass, the first fiery maple leaf that falls in autumn, a round acorn that rolls to the ground without being hidden by a squirrel, a stubborn flower that refuses to bloom in winter, and a piece of jade that sinks to the bottom of the water at some point.

The breeze blew the snow away, revealing them, and in the middle of their beautiful decoration was Mo Yifan's beautiful but desperate face.

Daydive tried to reach out and touch the face, but it felt cold.

"Little Brother Day—" Yun Qingyu gently patted the hand he stretched out in front of him and said, "Do you know that when facing the enemy, (Mi Qing) is not focused, but it is a big taboo!"

The moment he said this, he actually picked up the cigarette pouch and fell into the pot, and suddenly slammed it on the left shoulder of the day dive.

The strength of this blow is not small, and he feels that the shoulder blade of his entire left shoulder seems to be shattered by this blow, in order to avoid injury, he has to choose to follow this force "Oooo

"You-" Covering his left shoulder, he asked, puzzled, "Do you really want to kill me?"

Shaking the cigarette pouch pot in his hand, Yun Qingyu shook his head and said, "That's not going to happen, it's just that I think you still have shortcomings and need to be busy to make up for them, for example, although your needle-thin soul separation sword is not small, it has not exerted its true power." ”

Glaring at him fiercely, Daydive held his Blade Soul Sword in his hand, pointed at him with the tip of the sword, and said, "If you don't accept it, won't you know if you come here and try it?"

Shrugged his shoulders and twisted his neck a few times, the small flame in Yun Qingyu's heart that had been extinguished for a long time was "Teng" by his understatement It ignited all of a sudden, so, he sneered and took a step back, and the hand holding the cigarette pouch pot began to urge the fairy power, and soon the fairy power climbed up the cigarette stick along his palm and spread to the cigarette pouch pot, and gradually the cigarette pouch pot disappeared, a sword body was slender and shining dark silver blue, the hilt was dark brown, and there were two long red streamers hanging from the handle, and the tail was tied with four tiger head copper bells that made a "jingle" crisp sound in the shaking.

"It seems that you are really not an ordinary person!" Seeing the strong immortal power emanating from his body, the corners of one side of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled, "That's interesting!"

"Isn't it interesting?" Yun Qingyu shook the Soul Sword in his hand and laughed in a pleasant ringtone, "In this way, no matter how long it takes, as long as you can touch me, even if it is just sweeping the corner of my clothes, you will win!"

Sneering and raising his eyes to look at him with contempt, Day Qian raised his right hand and raised his index finger and shook it, and said conceitedly: "It doesn't take so long, I can overturn you with a pillar of incense!"

Half-lowered his eyelids and raised his upper eyelids from the bottom and smiled slyly, Yun Qingyu raised his eyebrows as thin as wicker, and said, "Okay, then I'll give you a pillar of incense to knock me over!"

With that, he immediately made a preemptive move, lifted the Soul Separation Sword in his hand, lowered his waist, and rushed towards the day dive......

At this time, the atmosphere in the prison room where Mo Yifan was held in the Heavenly Prison Hall in the Liangyi Hall in the Xuan Court was extremely solemn-

"Sect Master, you, what you just said, is it true?"

The disbelief in Qi Lei's tone was nothing compared to the astonishment on his face.

Without the slightest change in emotion, Mo Yichen's voice was cold and said lightly as usual: "Qi Lei, when did you become so good that you didn't even have your ears like this?"

Biting his lower lip, Qi Lei forcibly suppressed the fear of him from the bottom of his heart, and asked again: "No, sect master, I heard clearly, it's just, it's just-"

"No, it's just-" Mo Yichen glanced at him with an extremely disgusted expression, and said, "Mo Yifan, a disciple of Zhenzong A, left his post without permission, his identity was disqualified, and he committed favoritism and malpractice, because he knowingly committed it, the crime was increased by one degree, and he was sentenced to death on the execution platform of the execution hall on a certain day. ”

The facts that had been heard clearly before were repeated ruthlessly again, Qi Lei's face showed a sad look, his good-looking lips closed a few times, and he obviously had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know which word to start with.

As if he didn't bother to pay attention to his feelings, Mo Yichen turned around and looked at the person sitting in the prison bar with such composure that he seemed to hear that the person who was about to be executed was not his ordinary person, and the dark gray pupils seemed to be unfazed, but in fact, the dark tide was already surging.

"This is the decision of Wuji Pavilion!" he said in a slightly hoarse voice somehow, "Yifan, this time because of the relationship between the head of the Mo family, I made an exception, I'm afraid it's the last time, the next time-"

"Brother, I understand. Raising his head, Mo Yifan gently interrupted him and said, "You, you'll come to see me off for the last ride, right?"

"Hmm. ”

Nodding in response, Mo Yichen strode away without looking back.

It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps disappeared in his ears that Qi Lei breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands and gently rubbed his face a few times, barely squeezed out an ugly smile, and said to Mo Yifan: "You, you and relax, um, didn't you say that you will choose a day, maybe there is still a chance!"

"Oh. After Mo Yichen left, Mo Yifan turned around and looked at the high window, and when he heard his words, he didn't look back, and said lightly, "I'm fine." ”

"Nothing?" Qi Lei was instantly enraged by his attitude, kicked the prison rail, and shouted loudly, "I'm going to die soon, who can be fine?" If you are really fine, why don't you even dare to look at me, hey, I'm talking to you, you turn back to Lao Tzu!"

"Qi Lei, be quiet!" Raising his head slightly, Mo Yifan greeted the little sunlight thrown into the cell, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Didn't my brother say it, it was the decision of Wuji Pavilion, after doing it for so long, isn't it possible that you still don't know where it is? When has the decision there been changed? What's more, the moment I saw him, I guessed how much I would end up today." ”

"Mo Yifan, you-"

"Okay!" Taking a deep breath, Mo Yifan turned around, with a smile on his face, interrupted him, and said, "I really have nothing to do, and I have never regretted it, I used to be curious about how the Execution Hall punished the Sword Immortal for violating the Martial Arts, but as a result, after many years, I haven't seen it, the first time I met it, not only was I fortunate to see it, but I could also experience it again, don't you think it's very good?"

Looking at his calm eyes, Qi Lei smiled helplessly and sighed, "Yifan, you have changed." ”

"You too. Mo Yifan put away his smile and said softly, "It's even more stupid!"

"You-"

Qi Lei was so angry with him that he wanted to break the prison bar in front of him, and rushed in to beat up this guy who had never been able to guess what was going on in his head, but if he really opened the prison door in addition to the seal, would he really beat him? No, he would definitely save him at any cost.

Thinking of this, Qi Lei raised his hand to support his forehead, and said, "Lao Tzu is really too lazy to care about you, since you want to die so much, then you can wait for your death here!"

After that, he turned around and left like Mo Yichen.

Looking at his hesitant back, Mo Yifan's face, which was still indifferent, gradually crawled with sadness-

Who is not afraid of death? But if you are afraid, you don't have to die? Since you can't escape, what's the use of crying and grabbing the earth if you can't accept it? Isn't it also good to wait quietly?

Out of the Heavenly Prison Palace, Qi Lei only walked a few steps before he saw the back of Mo Yichen, who had already left but was walking extremely slowly, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart, so he lowered his pace and secretly followed behind him.

Walking to the branch pontoon of a floating trestle bridge, Mo Yichen stopped, looking at the two people in front of him who seemed to be blocking the way, but his eyes looked over them to the road to Zhenzong.

"Hey, hey—" A man with a baby face sitting on the chain of the floating trestle said with a smile, "This Sect Master Mo is really unusual, seeing that his brother is dying soon, he can still be so indifferent, tsk, he is really a model of the sword immortal, which makes people so awe-inspiring!"

A trace of contemptuous laughter appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Mo Yichen said slowly: "Hmph, Sect Master Hua said that I am laughing, it's not that I'm indifferent, but Yifan is unforgivable, and he won't be afraid of death, but you and the deputy sect master of your Kan Sect seem to be the most death-feared sword immortals in the entire Xuan Court!"