After the respective tasks were assigned, Qianxue stood up, stretched her waist, and said to Mu Qianqing: "Senior brother, let's go back to sleep! ”

Mu Qianqing nodded, and extinguished the fire with the water in the water bag so as not to cause a fire.

The two walked back and chatted casually, and Qianxue asked, "Are you going to be Mu Qingfeng's head in the future?"

Mu Qianqing glanced at her and said, "The master is still young, and I am still young, it is a bit too early to discuss such a thing now, and besides, the head of Mu Qingfeng is not necessarily the one who has the highest cultivation, I think Qianjie is more suitable to be the head." ”

Among Mu Qingfeng's disciples this year, Mu Qianqing is the best, he is already a lot higher than them, and his current cultivation can be compared with his master Mu Qinggu, if there is no accident, the next head of Mu Qingfeng should be him.

Qianxue also glanced at him and asked, "Why? Qiandu's cultivation is too low to suppress everyone. "If the cultivation is too low, you won't have much right to speak.

Mu Qianqing looked up at the dappled sunlight cast through the gaps in the leaves, sighed slightly before saying, "It's okay, he is still young, and his cultivation is relatively hard, in a few decades, there should be no problem." ”

Qianxue nodded, Qianjie's temperament is very stable, and she is indeed suitable to be the head, but she is still a little puzzled, looked up at his face, and asked, "Why don't you want to be the head?"

Mu Qingfeng is a great sect of immortal cultivation, Mu Qingfeng's disciples, except for those who dare not dream of this position, it is estimated that few people will not want to be the head of the house, right?

Mu Qianqing lowered her eyelashes to look at her face, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you trust intuition?"

Qianxue was stunned for a moment by his question before returning: "I don't know, I haven't had such a feeling as intuition." ”

Mu Qianqing took her eyes off her face, looked at the ethereal point in front of her, and said softly: "I don't know why, I always have that intuition, and my intuition tells me that I will not be the next head of Mu Qingfeng." ”

I don't know where this feeling comes from, and I don't know if it's accurate or not, but it makes Mu Qianqing believe it.

Qianxue nodded as if she didn't understand and stopped talking.

When approaching, Qianxue and Mu Qianqing came to the entrance of the cave with a white sable and a koi, and the stones blocked the entrance of the cave, and they didn't know if the men in black were still in the cave.

The two of them followed the tunnel all the way to Huangquan Waterfall, there was no one around, it seemed that the few people in black were looking for the Yin-Yang Mirror to no avail, and they had already left, and it seemed that the hydra should not have come yet.

Seeing that there were many big stones in the open space next to Huangquan Waterfall, Qianxue found a piece to sit down at random, anyway, there are not many people who come here to find flowers on the other side, and now no one comes, only the breathing sound of the two of them is quiet, if you hear someone coming, just avoid it.

The two of them were sitting on a stone, and Qianxue felt extremely bored, so she picked a leaf and played with it in her hand, glanced at Mu Qianqing, and said, "Senior brother, can we tell a story by ourselves?"

Mu Qianqing glanced at her and knew that she was afraid that she was bored, so she nodded and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Qianxue thought for a moment and said, "Just talk about yourself!" Time flies so slowly, it's too boring not to tell a longer story.

Mu Qianqing retracted his gaze, looked at the calm and waveless water surface of Huangquan Waterfall, and after a while began to say: "My parents died when I was three years old, and I have no other relatives, so the master took me up the mountain. ”

That year, the land of Kyushu encountered a drought that was rare in a century, Mu Qianqing's parents were just ordinary ordinary people, most of the year had no harvest, and the food at home had already been eaten, and a large number of hungry people went south to beg in the rich south.

Mu Qianqing's parents are one of them, they took Mu Qianqing to the south, the way to the south is so far, just starvation, let more than half of the people die on the road, they can't get to the south where they can eat, and they can't go back to their hometown and north.

His mother died of hunger and illness, and he followed his father, who was also about to die.

The scorching sun, still scorching, did not bring them food to satisfy their stomachs, but it brought them murderous horse thieves.

His father was hacked to death with a knife, and he, Mu Qianqing, who was thin and could barely walk, was protected by his father in his arms and waited for death.

"When I woke up, I was already in Mu Qingfeng, and the master said that in the future, I would be his eldest disciple, and my name would be Mu Qianqing. Mu Qianqing looked at his toes, after so many years, when he mentioned this past that he had never mentioned to anyone again, the expression on his face barely changed,

"What about the horse thieves?" Qianxue looked at his resolute sideways face, feeling a little sorry for him.

Mu Qianqing turned her head to look at her, showed a smile, then turned her face back and said lightly, "It's dead." ”

Qianxue nodded, dead, these two words are very simple, but they represent the dissipation of a grievance, and they also represent Mu Qianqing's heart knot.

He continued to talk about his experience, and later, his master began to teach him to cultivate, and he showed talent and perseverance also made Mu Qinggu quite satisfied, after the age of sixteen, Mu Qianqing went down the mountain for the first time.

Before leaving Mu Qingfeng's sphere of influence, he had hardly encountered any demons and monsters, at most, he encountered one or two petty thieves, or street bullies and hooligans, and used some invisible means, and those people were almost frightened, crying and swearing to heaven and earth that they would never dare again.

As early as before going down the mountain, the master told him that after leaving Mu Qingfeng's sphere of influence, he would try his best to go to remote and remote places, because in places with many people, it was almost difficult to encounter demons and monsters.

Mu Qianqing naturally listened to the master's teachings, and went straight to the land of strange mountains and mountains, and when it was good, he could reach an unknown small village before dark, and then spend a little silver to spend the night at the people's house, and when it was bad, he might live under a certain big tree.

Occasionally, you will encounter one or two monsters in a small village, or one or two ghosts that have died unjustly.

"In the fourth month and five days of my trip, I arrived at a small town called Pingjiang Town. Mu Qianqing recalled that it was a turning point in his life, and it was difficult for him to remember it.

Pingjiang Town is not big, there are more than 1,000 people at most, but fortunately, although the sparrow is small, it is complete, and simple food, clothing, housing and transportation are naturally not a problem, he stayed in a small inn, the inn has only two floors, and there are no more than ten rooms in total.

It was already evening when he stayed overnight, it was September, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the town, turning the whole town in a golden color, which made people feel warm and beautiful.

All the rooms are on the second floor, the first floor is for guests to eat, there are tables, chairs and counters, and rows of wine, there are not many people in the inn, in this quiet dusk, he seems to faintly hear the woman's cry to death, although it is not real, but it is real.

He is a cultivator, and his ears are excellent, so he naturally can't hear it wrong, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time, he has been away for a few months, and naturally he has heard a woman crying more than once, so he didn't take it to heart.

He was the only guest in the inn that day, and in the middle of the night, there seemed to be a woman's singing voice in the backyard of the inn, his head was dizzy, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, and his spiritual power was running, because the singing voice actually carried a trace of charming magic.

Mu Qianqing got up cautiously, then opened the window in the room that happened to be facing the backyard a little, and looked around, just to see a woman in a white skirt walking out of a room in the backyard.

Because of the dim moonlight, he could only see the woman's hair scattered, but he couldn't see her face, she seemed to have no soul, and walked step by step towards the back door of the backyard, like a puppet.

The door of the backyard opened silently, and Mu Qianqing's eyes sank, knowing that this woman was afraid that she was fascinated by something.

He silently walked out of the room and followed the woman, and sure enough, after leaving the town, she kept walking towards the mountains.

Mu Qianqing followed her all the way to the top of a mountain, the woman suddenly turned her head, and in the dim moonlight, the woman showed a weird smile at him, and then, her hands pinched straight towards her neck.

Mu Qianqing frowned, hurriedly flew over, and slapped the back of the woman's neck, knocking the woman unconscious.

There is no doubt that the woman is a person, but Mu Qianqing doesn't know what the thing that brought this woman here, or what the thing that led him here.

Since that thing was so well hidden, he could only show up and lure him out.

Sure enough, as soon as he knocked the woman unconscious, a creepy laugh rang out: "Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

A black mist appeared, one moment humanoid, the other like smoke.

Mu Qianqing's eyes sank, he didn't expect that it would be such a tricky thing, this thing is a charm, which specializes in seducing people's hearts, taking people's lives, and then hooking out their souls to improve their cultivation.

At that time, Mu Qianqing's cultivation was still shallow, although the cultivation of that charm was not high, but its charm still made Mu Qianqing suffer a lot of losses.

What Mu Qianqing didn't expect was that the ghost could not only control the awake person, but also the faint person.

The woman who was originally knocked unconscious by Mu Qianqing hooked her fingers by Wei Mei, and then stood up again, and then grabbed her neck with both hands, and her throat was obviously pinched, but she still ran straight towards the other side of the mountain.

Mu Qianqing was shocked, and hurriedly chased after the woman with her sword, afraid that she would strangle herself to death.

However, in the end, he was too young to underestimate the ability of the ghost, and just when his hand was about to touch the woman, he realized that he and the woman were both on the edge of the cliff, and he was only one step away from falling off the cliff, and he was suddenly grabbed by the woman's hand and fell off the cliff with him.