As soon as you step into the city gate, you will feel like you have entered another world, with towering walls, a quiet atmosphere, and an oppressive sky, cutting the world of yellow sand into a quiet piece.

Inside the city, outside the city is completely different, and the inside of the city is quiet.

The whole street was empty, there were no pedestrians, no shops, only long straight towering trees, and the smooth avenue left a crisp messy movement of six people and one horse.

I don't know how long I walked, but there was a very muffled sound of musical instruments and bursts of women's laughter in the distance.

"Your hand, sir......"

"Your Excellency, you ...... again Tap ......

......

The intermittent lewd laughter came and went.

As if disturbed by this laughter, Fu Yao couldn't help but clench the hilt of the short sword, and scolded in a low voice: "Which girl, it's really shameless." ”

Xiao Jiansheng pretended not to hear it, and continued to walk forward rhythmically.

Although he looked normal now, his nerves were already in a tense state, and his powerful telekinesis was sensing the movement around him all the time, even if a leaf was floating down from the tree, even if there was a trace of insect chirping between the leaves.

Lu Yishan looked back at Xiao Jiansheng and whispered, "What does Senior Brother Xiao think this Mo Yu Sheng'an has and what kind of idea does he have?"

Xiao Jiansheng replied calmly: "Maybe you really want to invite us into the city for a while." ”

Lu Yishan was puzzled: "I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

Xiao Jiansheng chuckled, "Don't think about things too complicated. ”

Xiao Jiansheng's footsteps on the stone road were heavy, getting heavier and heavier.

This kind of pace is learned to Ning Tieshoe, every time he is restless, he will try to walk like this, it seems to be very stable in his mind, maybe it is the effect of the heart, maybe this step contains some wonderful truth, in short, Xiao Jiansheng is never tired of trying.

Xiao Jiansheng's pace became heavier and heavier, more and more steady, causing the sound of the horse's hooves to be drowned out, the man had already dismounted and led the horse, he looked back at Xiao Jiansheng in annoyance, looked at his shoes again, and scolded a few words that everyone couldn't hear clearly, and then walked forward quickly with an expressionless face.

After going around and around for a while, stepping on dozens of winding steps, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and the solemn atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, at this moment, the man tied the horse to a crooked neck tree, looked back at everyone, and said with a sly smile: "Now I remind you, Lord Mo likes beautiful women, he said that beautiful women should live a long life and live a few more days, and go to Lord Mo does not like good-looking men, so please ask for more blessings." ”

Lu Yishan subconsciously stopped, touched his very rough cheeks, and teased: "It's okay, it's okay, we haven't been praised by others until we were born, even if you praise your kid for looking like a human, it's always whether your kid can mix up and come out, haha, interesting." ”

Yu Xuan and the knife-wielding boy looked at Lu Yishan almost at the same time.

Yu Xuan said angrily: "It's really close to Zhu who is red and close to ink is black, and after a few days with that guy, he will become heartless." ”

Lu Yishan said happily: "My sister said, a gentleman is hard to find, since you meet it, you naturally want to learn from the strength of a gentleman." ”

Xiao Jiansheng walked quietly behind the crowd, his mood was not affected by a few people at all, but after passing through a rain corridor and passing by a peach blossom forest with big flowers, his face showed a little melancholy, so he casually broke a peach branch, shook it in front of his eyes, and handed it to Fu Yao.

Fu Yao seemed to have a natural affinity for flowers, squinted her eyes and sniffed under her nose, her expression distressed the broken part of the white flower, and then gently grabbed it in her hand and fiddled with it as she walked.

After about a stick of incense, after a few people passed through the peach blossom forest that was in full bloom, a tall and gorgeous dormitory built of boulders appeared in front of everyone, and the dormitory opened two delicate doors, with a faint fragrance of flowers and rouge overflowing. At the same time, the sound of musical instruments, which are so dull that they almost make people fall asleep, becomes clearer and clearer.

Just when the man decided to let the five people wait outside the door first, and asked for his life, suddenly all the movement in the dormitory disappeared, as if it was like a gloomy mausoleum, and after a few breaths, a strange movement of foreign objects breaking through the sky seemed to come from a far away, through the long corridor, over the door, and then hovered above everyone's heads, and as this indescribable movement approached, everyone dodged and floated back in unison. At this moment, the strange movement stopped abruptly, and a black shadow flew down to the sky, and when the black shadow condensed, everyone was surprised to find that it was a black long knife.

The long black knife was quietly inserted into a piece of bluestone, and the blade cut through the bluestone, without even a trace of broken stone splashing.

The long black knife has a touch of ancient and sacred vicissitudes of life, the handle is carved from white bone, and the blade is pitch black, as if it is a bottomless abyss, which can swallow everything around it, including everyone's eyes.

Just when everyone's faces changed, boldly guessing the intentions of Mo Yusheng, the man knelt on his knees without hesitation, his forehead hit the hard ground, his expression was extremely solemn, and he read to the black long knife: "Capricorn ancestor is above, Mo Mingjun, the descendant of the Mo people, knocked on my ancestor Dingfeng Holy Knife, after today, Mo Mingjun is willing to go to the soup for the Mo people, and he will not give up." ”

Mo Mingjun never got up, maintaining a posture of pious prostration, and the long knife of fixing the wind has been quietly inserted in the bluestone, and the atmosphere is extremely gloomy for a while, and there is a heavy breathing sound around him.

Five people, you look at me, I look at you, each other's faces showed deep incomprehension and worry, Yu Xuan subconsciously glanced at the Dingfeng long knife, clenched the long sword at her waist, opened her mouth slightly and said cautiously: "The killing intent is so strong, could it be that Namo wants to leave all five of us here for the rest of his life?"

Lu Yishan nodded in astonishment, and was also ready to draw his sword, holding the hilt of the sword creaked.

Xiao Jiansheng stared intently at the long black knife, endured the pain in his eyes, carefully moved a step forward, and quietly touched his right hand behind him, just as he was about to take the second step, Fu Yao suddenly grabbed his arm.

Xiao Jiansheng silently looked back at Fu Yao.

Fu Yao whispered: "The patriarch said that Capricorn was rampant back then, relying on this wind fixing knife, so remember not to be reckless." ”

Xiao Jiansheng nodded seriously and asked, "What else did your patriarch say, I must have told you, if you are unfortunate enough to meet Mo Yusheng, how to deal with it." ”

Fu Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The patriarch said that the real terrible thing about Mo Yusheng is that there is a holy knife in his hand, the name is Dingfeng, this long knife has long been spiritual, and it is said that the Dingfeng knife has been out of the ranks of weapons, and has already entered the ranks of artifacts, and now it suddenly appears in front of us, it is very likely that Mo Yusheng wants to ask you for the guilt, and ask for an explanation for the one who died in the Mo clan, you should be careful." ”

Xiao Jiansheng made a slight calculation in his heart, and was just about to ask Mo Mingjun what this meant, when he saw a tall and majestic man walking out slowly in the open doorway.

Although the man has a great figure, he is white and clean, his eyebrows are clear, especially the eyes that are as calm as a lake, so calm that people can forget their heartbeat, and his beard is also clean-shaven, without even a trace of stubble, wearing a very elegant blue-black robe, looking like a Confucian from a distance, he does not dare to associate with the murderous Mo Yusheng.

Mo Yusheng is like measuring the black stone under his feet with his footsteps, every step he takes, he pauses slightly, and his hands behind his back are extremely slow to make a mysterious small movement.

After a few breaths, Mo Yusheng came to everyone, his calm gaze slowly raised, and he looked at Fu Yao, who was pressed very low, through Xiao Jiansheng, and sighed softly.