After returning to Dongfang's house, Dongfang Luoer climbed to the edge of the cliff in the back mountain alone with the guqin left for her by her mother.

Dongfang Luo'er sat down, put the guqin flat on her lap, and looked at the beautiful sunset, she knew that she was really in a bad mood at the moment, and she didn't know how to face her grandfather who was full of expectations and was full of depression.

Dongfang Luo'er methodically took out the incense burner and lit sandalwood, and put her hands on the piano to play the mountain water......

After playing the song, Dongfang Luoer found that the effect of this song made her calm and ineffective, and turned her hand to play the flat sand and falling geese of Guan Pinghu, but Dongfang Luoer understood, it was useless to play anything if she was really in a bad mood.

"The good is like water, the water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. dwelling, good land; Heart, good abyss; with, Shanren; Words, good faith; Justice, good governance; things, good energy; Move, be good at the right time. The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially. ”

Dongfang Luo'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this, this is a passage from Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching?

She stood up and walked to the side and gently brushed aside the branches and leaves that blocked her vision, and suddenly a long-haired man in red clothes appeared in her eyes, leaning against a boulder, with a jar of fragrant wine beside him, and he was holding a wine saucer in his hand and bringing it to his mouth to drink. The man she'd seen before she crossed over! She still remembers the sound of his breath in her ear!

"Comer...... Who? The man glanced at Xiao Hanying with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, with a hint of natural temptation.

Dongfang Luo'er took a deep breath, he looked so similar, did he also cross over? "It's the right time, Luo'er doesn't mean to offend!"

He looked up, his deep eyes as deep as a whirlpool, and he glanced at her faintly, staring somewhere as if he were ignoring it.

"Who are you?" To be able to appear in this place silently, it will definitely not be a mortal, Dongfang Luo'er asked curiously, she is sure that this man has nothing to do with Mo Qingzhu, and why is he here?

"This seat is a monk of the Hehuan Sect, a hundred miles of flowing clouds."

Dongfang Luo'er, who was about to go back, turned pale, and when she went out, she didn't see that Huang Li actually ran into an evil cultivator, Dongfang Luo'er wanted to cry without tears, "Luo'er is rude, disturbed, let's leave." "She wants to grow wings and fly away now.

"Stop, did this seat let you go?" The demon man's voice sounded coolly behind her.

The corners of his mouth lifted, was he so terrifying? Hundreds of miles of flowing clouds! Hundreds of miles of flowing clouds! Your popularity is too bad! In the barren mountains and mountains, I finally ran into a woman and was almost scared away by you!

Dongfang Luo'er turned around with a wry smile, it was strange that she could run away under the noses of an immortal cultivator as a mortal, she could only stand there obediently.

At this time, a man in a big red shirt stepped into the air, pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Feng Mo Ran, you are pretending to be me again!" You said this is the first time, and you're endless! "He had a halberd in his hand, and he had the intention of fighting at odds.

Feng Moran frowned, pulled off the red robe on his body and threw it to him, pursed his lips, and said disgustedly: "It's ugly!" Give you back. ”

"It's ugly! If you have the ability, don't wear it in the future! You are the master who wants you to steal your father's clothes every day! "Baili Liuyun is angry, this master is really good at tossing people, and he can steal his own bath clothes to block the peach blossoms.

"If it weren't for a group of female cultivators chasing too fiercely, Ben Zhenjun would have borrowed your clothes to wear?" Feng Mo straightened out his robe as white as snow and looked at him with disdain.

At this time, Dongfang Luo'er knew that he was not a monk of the Hehuan Sect, and she quietly retreated while the two of them were not paying attention, and slipped away cautiously.

"It's okay to borrow it once, why do you only borrow the master's clothes every time to wear? Do I have a grudge against you? Baili Liuyun was so angry that he didn't dare to really beat him, this guy is a real Yuanying monk, and of course he can't beat him, a half-hanger who has just entered the Yuanying stage.

"Yes?" Feng Moran thought about it for a while and replied, "Maybe it's all a coincidence!" ”

Baili Liuyun was speechless, and quickly put on his robe, "You...... Can't you hide if you can't provoke the master in the future! Don't follow me anymore! After saying that, he flew away, and this time he had to run as far as he could.

Dongfang Luo'er panted and ran down the mountain, leaned on a big tree, sat on the ground, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I took the opportunity to run away, otherwise I don't know how to die when the two of them fight!" It's dangerous, it's dangerous. "It seems that that evil cultivator will not chase after him, and sure enough, as a waste material, he doesn't even care about the people in the Demon Dao?

Feng Moran was sitting on a tall tree and looking at Dongfang Luo'er, the corners of her mouth were raised, this girl is quite interesting!

Dongfang Luo'er was secretly rejoicing, and suddenly remembered that her piano was still on the mountain, which was her mother's relic! She suddenly smiled bitterly, this piano must be taken back, even if those two people fight, they should leave!

Dongfang Luo'er carefully listened to the sound of a fight as she walked back, and walked back cautiously.

Feng Moran flew to the tree not far from her and looked at Dongfang Luo'er's thief's brain, she couldn't help but squint her eyes, Dongfang Luo'er's playful and cute little face was wrinkled, she was wondering why the surroundings were so quiet, and when she opened the messy branches and saw that her piano was gone, leaving only an incense burner, she was speechless, "You actually took my piano, dead demon, can you play?" ”

The corners of Feng Moran's mouth twitched, and he actually called him a demon, he touched his face, does this demon mean that he is good-looking?

At this moment, suddenly a light and shadow came straight here, Dongfang Luo'er was surprised, she thought that the demon had come back, and she saw a little old man with white hair appear in front of her, and opened his mouth to say, "Ah! It's great to finally meet someone! He raised his hand and pinched Dongfang Luo'er's chin and threw something into her mouth, smirking proudly, "Haha, I don't believe that he can still find it if I give you this Heavenly Soul Fruit to eat." Haha, I'm smart! ”

"Ahem, smart big-headed ghost, what did you give me to eat?" Dongfang Luo'er coughed and spat out, and said angrily, God knows if it's poison!

The old man was dissatisfied and said proudly, "The little girl doesn't know the goods, but the old man gave you food is a heavenly soul fruit that is difficult to find in the immortal cultivation world for a hundred years!" It's your great creation that you can eat it......"

Before he finished speaking, a loud roar like thunder came, and a sloppy Taoist priest flew over in a hurry, "Don't ask the sky, return my Heavenly Soul Fruit quickly, otherwise I won't be finished with you." ”

"It's late!" Mo Wentian pushed Dongfang Luo'er to the front and smiled proudly, "Niu Nose, the Heavenly Soul Fruit has been eaten by this girl, you can ask her for it!" Ha ha! After saying that, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and disappeared with smoke.

Dongfang Luo'er was directly stunned, Nima, this dead old man framed her, she turned around to find the old man and saw someone! "Damn, don't bring such a trickster?" She wants to cry without tears!

When this Taoist priest came up, he grabbed Xiao Hanying and shook violently, shouting: "Spit it out for me, spit it out quickly......"

"Ahem, don't ...... Don't shake it, spit it out...... Can't spit it out! Dongfang Luo'er felt that the world was spinning, her eyes were black, this Taoist priest was as thin as a monkey spirit, why was his strength so against the sky?

"Impossible, throw up on me!" The sloppy Taoist priest continued to shake, but at this moment, a magnetic and deep voice sounded in his ears, "Tianjizi, if you shake the person that Ben Zhenjun fancies, then the purple spirit pill you want can be refined by yourself!" ”

Tianjizi suddenly stopped when he heard the speed of shaking his hand, "Feng Mo Ran? Who is she? ”

"Does Ben Zhenjun need to sue you?" Feng Moran's fluttering voice came again.

Tianjizi took out a pocket, put Dongfang Luo'er, who was sitting on the ground dizzy, into it at once, and laughed: "Ink Dye Immortal has refined the elixir and come to Jiuhua Mountain to ask for someone!" After saying that, he slipped away with his pocket on his back.

Feng Moran was stunned for a moment, that girl just went to Jiuhua Mountain?