These words were for Mu Shuning, and a large part of them were to comfort himself.

Mu Shuning felt the meridians and spiritual power of this body a little, and finally came to a conclusion-waste wood. Qin Yuxing's muscles and veins in his body were stagnant, and the speed of absorbing spiritual power was extremely slow, and he was already fifteen this year, so he was not a good seedling for cultivation, even if he wanted to temporarily absorb some spiritual energy in the air to deal with this Ah Mao now, there was no way.

Mu Shuning sighed lowly, fortunately, he had learned some hand-to-hand fighting skills in his previous life, even if his body was rotten like broken cotton wool now, it was more than enough to deal with these beggars.

Ah Maokong has a brute force, and he only knows that he attacks headlessly and brainlessly, and there are so many flaws that he can't bear to look at directly. Mu Shuning was effortless, and with three punches, he solved Ah Mao, leaving him to fall to the ground and convulse, unable to stand up again.

Mu Shuning looked up at the few people who were still gathered at the mouth of the alley, and said provocatively: "Come together?" ”

Those people glanced at each other coldly, reached a consensus in silence, and rushed towards Mu Shuning with a loud roar.

Suddenly, wailing all over the place, Mu Shuning got up and down, even hit and kicked, and didn't even use his skills, and those people all fell to the ground, moaning "oops". Moaning.

Mu Shuning smiled at the corner of his mouth, squatted down, and searched the bodies of the people who fell to the ground: "A group of bullies who are afraid of the soft and afraid of the hard, today is to teach you a lesson." ”

When it was Ah Mao's turn, Mu Shuning looked at his eyes full of resentment, and couldn't help laughing, he patted his face with the back of his hand: "You are still far away." ”

After solving the trouble, Mu Shuning was in a good mood, and even his physical fatigue was much less.

The amount of money collected from those beggars was quite large, Mu Shuning first bought himself a suitable set of clothes, he found a clear stream outside the city, and prepared to take a bath. Luckily, it's the height of summer, and even in the cold stream, you'll only feel a burst of comfort.

Mu Shuning washed in the water for an hour, and when he came out, Mu Shuning apologized bitterly to the stream that had been polluted by himself.

It was really hard for him to rub off the old mud on his body, and when he put on new clothes after going ashore, he felt that he could weigh ten pounds less!

Mu Shuning was also curious for a while, and looked down at his appearance by the stream.

The face of the young man reflected in the water is very unfamiliar, although it is not as shocking as his previous life, but it is also delicate and handsome, which makes people feel very good at the first glance.

Mu Shuning tried to pull the corners of his mouth, and the strange boy in the water also laughed, and with a smile, there were two small dimples on his cheeks, which were very seductive.

Mu Shuning felt a little lost for no reason, and he remembered that he was fifteen years old. Yan Qingshi was very fond of him, holding it in the palm of his hand all day long, and sometimes he had to take it with him when he went out, but now this situation is ......

Mu Shuning patted his face and forced himself to come back to his senses, no matter how much emotion he had, Yan Qingshi said it himself, they are two masters and apprentices, and their fate is over.

Mu Shuning learned that this small city was called Xie Shui City, and he walked to the center of the city, preparing to find a small restaurant to fill his stomach. Pity this water city, at the foot of Jingqiong Mountain, it is not close to the water tower to get the moon first, most of the people here are mortals, and there are few who have attained the Tao, so Mu Shuning sighed for a while.

Mu Shuning has two plans for himself in the future, one is to continue to follow his path of cultivation, and when the time comes, it will be a little more helpful to avenge himself, but the talent of this body is too poor, if he continues to practice, he will not be able to use the exercises with his empty mind; The second is to travel the world, first solve the hundred miles of Jinyang, and the cultivation of the true realm, but also need to think in the long run.

But Mu Shuning was already a cultivator in the infancy stage in his previous life, and if he really gave up in this life, he would still be a little unwilling.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Mu Shuning suddenly heard a noise of people not far away.

Because this Xieshui City is at the foot of Jingqiong Mountain, there are often some disciples from the Jingqiong Mountain faction who come to Xueshui City to visit and experience the life of the red mortal world.

There is so much chaos not far away, it is estimated that this is the scene.

Mu Shuning stood at the outermost part of the crowd, looking at the people gathered in the center of the crowd as if he were lively.

But when he saw the man's face clearly, Mu Shuning's face changed suddenly, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

That person had obviously tried his best to hide his identity, and his clothes were extremely simple, but the aura of the superior exuded from his body could not be concealed, and as soon as he walked onto the street, he was surrounded by everyone.

This person is none other than the head of Jingqiong - Yan Qingshi.

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Who is Yan Qingshi? The pride of the sky, a peerless genius who has cultivated to the tribulation period in just six hundred years, when he split the Fumo Mountain with a sword, flew down, and sealed the spatial crack opened by the cunning demon clan hidden in the Fumo Mountain with the domineering and surging sword qi, in exchange for a hundred years of peace in the cultivation realm. He is an out-and-out cultivator, and at the same time he is also the iron-fisted head of the Silent Dome Mountain Sect, and the age of the three elders who speak in the sect is more than twice as old as him, and even so, no one dares to use age to say things.

In the Silent Dome Mountain Sect, Yan Qingshi is the law of everything.

For Mu Shuning, he also has an identity - his teacher, the person he admires.

Yan Qing rarely accepted apprentices, and when the outer disciples of the Jingqiong Mountain Sect were flooded, and his junior brothers and sisters on the peaks of the inner gate were about to have apprentices, he only accepted two apprentices.

One is hundreds of years ago, when Yan Qing was only 300 years old, when he first sat in the position of the head of the family, at the first apprenticeship ceremony, he was said by all the junior brothers and sisters to accept a very talented disciple, Chu Yuqing.

The other one is that two hundred years later, when Yan Qingshi returned from cultivation, with a body full of blood and anger, like a hellish Shura, when he passed by a small village halfway, he happened to land on the ground to collect the sword for trimming, facing above, and his eyes were on Mu Shuning.

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In those years of Qing cultivation on Wanjian Peak, Mu Shuning fell inexorably in love with his master, but his master treated him as a very normal care for his juniors. All of this was just his wishful thinking, and in the end, he ended up being scorned by the whole sect.

Mu Shuning recalled those things in the past, and his face was a little gloomy. A pair of eyes were firmly glued to Yan Qingshi's body. When he was against Yan Qing, it was impossible not to hate him, but the deeper the hatred, the more it could prove how much he loved him, and he was full of hope for a person, how far would he be hurt before he would let despair develop wantonly, and finally it became irreversible hatred?

Sometimes, fate can be written inadvertently, at a glance.

Yan Qingshi seemed to feel something, he was looking at the void eyes, but suddenly turned to Mu Shuning's side, thousands of people, those eyes broke through many barriers, and found Mu Shuning.

In the flash of light, Mu Shuning Tianling's cover stirred up a tingling pain, and he subconsciously bit his lip, but he was reluctant to take his eyes away, those eyes were deep and vast, and there were stars hidden in them.

In the next moment, Yan Qingshi looked away lightly.

Mu Shuning suddenly felt as if he had experienced life and death, and his back was full of cold sweat.

At this moment, a belief welled up from the bottom of his heart for no reason. He wants to go back to the previous path, he wants to continue to practice, he wants to become a person who can be compared to Yan Qingshi, he wants Yan Qingshi to stop looking away so indifferently when he sees him, and he wants to tell him that your apprentice is back.

He also wants to prove that the things that Yan Qingshi did to him are very wrong.

It's ridiculous that in the days when he was expelled from the sect, the curses and curses of the disciples on the Silent Dome Mountain did not make him more painful than the indifferent and ruthless eyes of his master.

That's fine, in the previous life, Yan Qing was responsible for him, and in this life, he approached him with a purpose, and it was time to settle everything between the two.

Mu Shuning retreated to a place where there was no one, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "I, Mu Shuning, am back." ”