Murong Wan took Han Ming around the Heavenly Hall of the Water Moon Cave, and finally came to the back mountain.

I have to say that Zhou Tai's Water Moon Cave Heavenly Temple is really a rare and good palace. At first, it was the Master Lingwu who first took a fancy to this hall, but under Zhou Tai's desperate request, the Master Lingwu had no choice but to give it to him.

There is a back cliff in this water moon cave, and the scenery of this back cliff is extremely beautiful. A cliff stands on the back cliff, surrounded by fairy mist, the bottom is an abyss, you can see the nine heavens of clouds when you look up, but it is really a rare beauty.

Murong Wan likes to come here on weekdays, she took Han Ming's hand and sat on the cliff together, holding her beautiful cheeks with both hands, looking at the sky and saying, "I like to come here every day to sit, especially in the evening, I can see the sunset, it's beautiful!"

Han Ming glanced at Murong Wan, the golden sunlight shone on Murong Wan's face, and a different kind of emotion was rendered in Han Ming's heart.

For Murong Wan, Han Ming liked it deep down. But he suppressed this liking, did not let it go naturally, and did not extinguish this liking. For Han Ming, gaining strength first is the top priority.

If Han Ming didn't have such a pathetic childhood and such a miserable experience, he would have boldly and directly liked Murong Wan by now. But there is such everything, I think that if it weren't for all this, he and Murong Wan would not have met.

Han Ming also sat quietly next to Murong Wan, facing such a beautiful scenery, he just wanted to appreciate and feel quietly.

Feel the warmth coming from around you and feel everything in this beautiful scenery.

Murong Wan blinked her big eyes, looked at Han Ming and said, "Let me tell you a story! This place was originally called Luoqiao, and the Water Moon Cave Heavenly Hall was also the original hall of a pair of double cultivators. They originally loved each other and gave birth to a baby girl. Later, the woman failed in a staircase break, and the woman was about to die.

In order to save the woman, the man did not hesitate to spend all his essence to save the woman's life, and both of them only had a few years left to live at this time, and then they spent the rest of their lives on this cliff, not asking about the world. ”

"Oh, and then?" Han Ming asked, as he listened, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the sun was slowly setting, and it was approaching evening. The dark red sunlight made this falling cliff even more beautiful, and Murong Wan continued to miss it and said, "Later, they jumped into this cliff together, and this place is called the falling cliff. The baby girl they left behind before they left was born under the door of your Uncle Zhou. This is also the reason why the master must come to this Water Moon Cave Heavenly Temple!"

Hearing this, Han Ming finally understood the true meaning of this story. It turned out that this was Murong Wan telling herself about her life experience in disguise.

At this time, Han Ming looked at Murong Wan, but he didn't know what to say. But this Murong Wan seemed to be telling someone else's story, there was no sadness in her expression, some were just a kind of remembrance.

Murong Wan saw Han Ming's stupid appearance and laughed: "Look at your appearance, you are so stupid! Actually, I don't blame my parents at all, but I envy them very much." I can give up my life for love, I wish I could meet such a person!"

After saying that, Murong Wan looked at Han Ming's expression cautiously. Han Ming didn't know what Murong Wan meant, and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Wan'er, there will be, everything will be there!"

Then, both of them were silent and silent, silently watching the sunset scenery and watching the desolation of the falling cliff.

Three days later, Han Ming and Murong Wan walked on the mountain road of Tiangangmen. Looking at the winding and steep mountain roads and the hills next to them, Han Ming would be filled with emotion every time he saw these.

Murong Wan, on the other hand, asked a little uneasy: "Han Ming, I still have a lot of spirit stones here, why don't I give you my spirit stones。。。。。。。。。! ！”

Her meaning was obvious, she was afraid that Han Ming would not have enough good things to come back and make others laugh. After all, Han Ming was a disciple of the Great Elder, if he took out some garbage, he would be reduced to a laughing stock.

Han Ming threw Murong Wan a reassuring look and said, "Don't worry, I'm measured, you can go to the trade fair with me with peace of mind, if you have something you like, I can give it to you!"

As soon as she heard that Han Ming was going to send something to herself, Murong Wan said happily: "This is what you said, you can't lie to me!

In Murong Wan's heart, he secretly thought happily: "Even if it's just an ordinary hosta, as long as he gives it to me, I like it!"

Just as the two of them were talking happily, a call came from behind: "Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister Murong, where are you going?" Han Ming turned around and saw that it was Zhao Feng flying with several elite disciples.

Han Ming thought about the deliberate pretentiousness of himself and Zhao Feng that day, although the relationship between the two was not so good on the surface, but it was also very clear in his heart. Since you can maintain such a relationship, you can maintain it first, and it won't hurt you anyway.

Looking at Zhao Feng flying over, Han Ming glanced at Murong Wan with meaningful eyes, and held Murong Wan's small hand tightly. And Murong Wan also seemed to understand what Han Ming meant, and did not speak.

"Haha, it turned out to be Senior Brother Zhao. Wan'er and I are preparing to go to the trade fair together!" After Han Ming finished speaking, Zhao Feng and several elite disciples were already standing in front of them.

Seeing Han Ming holding Murong Wan's jade hand and calling her Wan'er, although he was angry in his heart, he didn't show it. After all, they were only elite disciples, and they couldn't compare to the great disciples of this Lingwu Master's own lineage.

And although Zhao Feng was smiling, deep down he had the urge to dismantle Han Ming. Even so, he still had to pretend to be smiling and said, "That's very good, I'm also going to the trade fair, why don't we go together?"

"Well, then I'll go together!" Han Ming nodded in agreement, and everyone began to fly towards the top of the secret peak of the trade fair. Although everyone seemed to be friendly, the sound of conversation and laughter came for a long time. In fact, they are all ghosts.

It didn't take long for the group to come to an uninhabited mountain. Although this mountain peak is called a peak, it is more like a plain land, full of lush trees and some wild beasts, and compared with the several big peaks in Tiangangmen, it is simply a difference between one day and one place.

Zhao Feng led everyone to a stone wall, took out his invitation, and threw it into the stone wall. It didn't take long to see two boys come out to greet him: "Disciples, see Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Han, and Senior Sister Murong." The tutor is arranging the trade fair in Mifeng, please wait a while after entering!"

With that, the bare stone wall suddenly turned into a huge stone gate, and when the stone door was opened, bursts of white light came from inside. At this time, Murong Wan used his divine sense to communicate with Han Ming: "This is a small teleportation array in Mifeng, let's go in!"

Zhao Feng was the first to step into the white light, followed by Han Ming and Murong Wan, and finally those elite disciples and the boy who came out to receive them.

When Han Ming and the others opened their eyes again, they saw that this place was different from many peaks. Although the scenery is also beautiful, everyone has no intention of looking at anything else, and they all go straight to find a place around to sit cross-legged.

"Let's find a place to sit! This fair has always been held by elite disciples of the upper generation, although they are elite disciples, but they are the same generation as the master, it stands to reason that we should call him Uncle Sheng!" Murong Wan lowered his head and whispered to Han Ming.

Han Ming nodded thoughtfully, and Murong Wan found a place where no one was and sat cross-legged, waiting for the trade fair to begin. At this time, Zhao Feng also found Han Ming and Murong Wan, and said, "I think it's better for the three of us to sit together, Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister Murong doesn't mind, right?"

"Where the words. Senior brother, just sit down!" Han Ming chuckled lightly and said casually.

Just as the two were talking, rows of stone tables suddenly appeared in the empty space and placed them in front of everyone. On the stone table was a bottle of fine wine and a few plates of fruit.

After a while, an old man with a snow-white beard appeared directly in front of him. The old man looked like a fairy wind bone, held a whisk in his hand, and made a mockery to everyone, and said: "Poor Dao Qingfengzi, welcome all Daoists to participate in the Poor Dao Trade Fair, now the trade fair begins!

After saying that, Na Qingfengzi first took out a blood-red stone, placed it in front of everyone's eyes, and said: "This is a natural bloodstone, it is the best equipment for refining magic weapons, and it is also a rare spiritual object. Poor Dao wants to exchange it for a myelin-washing pill!"

At this time, someone stood up and said, "I have a myelin-washing pill here, and I am willing to exchange this bloodstone with my fellow Daoists!"

When the shouting man took the bloodstone and took a closer look, it was the real bloodstone, and smiled and threw the myelin-washing pill to Qingfengzi. After Qingfengzi saw it, he also smiled and put the marrow washing pill into his storage ring.

"There are still six high-grade magic weapons here in the poor road, and those who need it can come forward and take a look!" Qing Fengzi said, when Han Ming just wanted to go up to see if there were any defensive magic weapons in this high-grade magic weapon, he heard a disdainful voice next to him.

The voice was made by a young man with a young face, this young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he took out a copper-colored fragment, and said loudly: "This is a fragment of the residue of a magic weapon, but from the fragment, a copper light can be emitted to protect the body, which can offset the three full blows of the high-grade magic weapon!"

After saying that, Han Ming looked back curiously, but was surprised to find that this copper-colored fragment was exactly the same as the one on his chest. But the fragment in the young man's hand seemed to protect the lord's own defenses, while the fragment of his own could be concentrating.