"You say you don't have to switch back and forth?"

In the splendid palace, the emperor's surprise echoed non-stop.

"Your Majesty, don't be excited, now the soul of the original owner no longer exists. Doing things for His Majesty will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. ”

"Hahaha, good, good!"

Long Yan is happy, and Mizen's face is also a mysterious and confident smile.

"But Master, I heard that Yun Qing was going to lead their Tianyu disciples away. If they do come and talk to me, I have no reason to force them to stay. ”

The emperor suddenly looked embarrassed, and Mi Chan heard that his face did not change and was still the same as just now.

This body is free of Wu Gang's restraints. It seems that Mizen is more public. Mi Chan is also more unscrupulous when he starts to do things.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Mi Chan has its own way. ”

"It's the best. ”

Michan met the emperor again in private, and the two talked happily. Michan left the emperor's bedroom and moved to Qixingxuan.

Today, Yun Qing and Mi Yue still live in the princess's mansion. The disciple of Tianyu has been living in Qixingxuan and has never left.

—————Seven Star Xuan—————

"Master, how long are we going to stay here?"

In the courtyard, Mo Xiang sat on the Taishi chair and drank the tea handed over by Ling Yi.

"I want to go back as a teacher, but it seems that it will take some time to see that the senior brother is like this. ”

Ling Yi looked at Mo Xiang and was a little anxious. He originally came from this noisy mortal world, and because he wanted to be quiet, he went to Tianyu Mountain to apprentice.

Now, this has turned back to the mortal dust, and Ling Yi is naturally a little breathless.

Seeing Ling Yi's frizziness, Mo Xiang frowned slightly and shook his head. She looked at the apprentice in front of her, and she was helpless.

At the beginning, he chose to accept him as an apprentice. First, he took a fancy to his secular background. The second is that she thinks his temperament is very similar to herself.

Ling Yi's heart was anxious and frizzy, but it was actually the same as when she just came to Tianyu. At that time, she was eager to ascend to the sky in one step, and it was also the long-term practice that made her know that this matter was not in a hurry.

After all, she had only just graduated from Tianyu Mountain for so long.

Ling Yi's face still had a green taste, and he didn't know if he would be as full of vicissitudes as he was after cultivating in Tianyu for several years.

Ling Yi noticed that Mo Xiang went from frowning slightly to a sad face, and he was a little worried and called her lightly:

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It doesn't matter. Have you practiced your swordsmanship, have you practiced your mental skills?"

Mo Xiang's face changed in a second, and the fragile sadness just now flashed. When she faced Ling Yi again, she was already the appearance of a strict teacher.

When asked about swordsmanship and mental skills, Ling Yi immediately wilted. He smiled awkwardly and ran away.

Missing Ling Yi's figure, Mo Xiang hid his face and laughed. She's an apprentice, and she has a lot of heart.

"I had heard that Moxiang Shangxian had accepted a mortal disciple, but I didn't expect it to be so interesting. ”

An unfamiliar breath came, and Mo Xiangqian stood up with a vigilant expression.

"Who!"

With a light sound, the Xiangxi Sword had already appeared in her hand. The sword qi was humming, obviously ready for battle.

"The temperament of Moxiang Shangxian is far from that of Yunqing Shangxian. Why are you so uncomposed? Cultivators should be calmer. ”

Mizen's figure became clearer and clearer from far to near.

Looking at Mi Chan, who slowly transformed from transparency, Mo Xiang was silent on his face, but he was very nervous in his heart. The hand holding the sword did not dare to relax in the slightest.

She knows more or less about Mizen.

However, what she knew was not how powerful Mizen's kung fu was. What she knew was that the monk in front of her was Princess Jing'an who had soaked in the current dynasty.

Such a monk who knows how to be in the wind and snow, but it is still really scary.

Mi Chan seemed to have insight into Mo Xiang's thoughts, and he also smiled and narrowed his eyes and slowly approached and stepped forward.

Mo Xiang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Mi Chan was already close, but she hadn't been able to draw her sword yet.

"The ink fragrance is immortal, and the person is as its name suggests. It smells so good!"

The scorching breath sprayed on Mo Xiang's smooth thin neck, and Mo Xiang couldn't help but tremble and blushed her legs.

"You, what are you going to do!"

Mo Xiang has been in Tianyu for nearly a hundred years, where has she ever met such a "disciple". At the moment, I am naturally at a loss for what to do. No matter how powerful the spell is, she can't do it.

"Where will the poor monks do anything, the monks are compassionate. The six roots are pure, and the immortals don't have to be nervous. ”

Michan took a step back and distanced himself from Mo Xiang, a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if admiring Mo Xiang's embarrassed appearance at this time.

Mizen in front of him, except for a bald head, there is a shadow of a monk.

Mo Xiang was disdainful in her heart, and regained some strength. She didn't like Michan's appearance very much, and the blade of the Xiangxi sword turned and went straight to Michan.

Mi Chan seemed to have everything under control, and he seemed to be familiar with Moxiang's swordsmanship and knew her every move.

The blade of the sword pierced through the air and stabbed at Mizen. Mizen does not hide or avoid, and his gray-white clothes move with the wind and look very elegant.

The Xiangxi Sword is also a well-known fairy sword, and the sword body is light blue color throughout. When the sword is swung, it has a leisurely aroma that makes those who smell it hallucinate.

In the hallucination, you will see what you want to see. And just when this person was indulging in hallucinations, the Xiangxi sword took people's lives.

Therefore, Mo Xiang's swordsmanship doesn't need to be too powerful. All she had to do was make good use of the scent.

The fragrance is fragrant, and Mi Chan naturally understands the wonderful use of the fragrant sword in Mo Xiang's hand.

Mi Zen was in a fantasy, he smiled lightly and calmly looked at the changing scenes around him.

The sound of Zen is in the ears, which makes people's hearts gradually calm. The smoke is as if you are in a fairyland.

In the distance, the hundred-foot pavilion that soared into the sky made Mizen familiar with it no longer familiar.

Above the sky, vultures hovered as if searching for a corpse to eat. They approached Mizen and disappeared in an instant.

"You gluttonous guys are so self-conscious. Brutes are indeed brutes, and they deserve it. ”

As soon as Mizen waved his sleeves, no more vultures came near. The sand on the ground was hot, but Mizen didn't notice it at all.

He walked towards the pavilion in the distance, and when he got closer to the pavilion, he saw the green pines and green berlins standing.

"Heh, old friend, we're meeting again. Unexpectedly, it was in this way. ”

Michan was not smiling, he seriously walked down the mountain and recited the Buddha ritual "Amitabha".

After the ceremony is completed, Mizen can be regarded as going up the mountain.

The illusion of the Xiangxi Sword has never appeared in such a place.

Outside the illusion, Mo Xiang looked at Mi Zen inside. She thought about urging the sword qi and taking Mi Chan's life. But for some reason, Mo Xiang couldn't control her sword, and she couldn't enter the illusion.

"It's ......"

Mo Xiang hesitated, she had never encountered such a scene. She couldn't kill him now, she couldn't pull him out of the illusion.

Just when Mo Xiang didn't know what to do, there was a change in the illusion.

Only then did Mo Xiang recognize that the hundred-foot pavilion in the illusion was actually an ancient temple.