This is a spiritual power stone with super spiritual cultivation, and the color of the stone is very dark.

Mo Wanchen told him that the darker the color, the higher the level of cultivation contained in the spirit power stone.

At this moment, Xingluo's mood was extremely nervous, this was a high-level spiritual power stone, let alone him, for any monk, there was anything more attractive than a spiritual power stone.

Who put this spiritual power stone in his clothes? What happened the hour I fell asleep? A whole bunch of questions came to mind.

If it weren't for the limited cultivation, Xingluo would even want to directly absorb the spiritual power in this spiritual power stone, and in addition to being excited, he remembered Mo Wanchen's advice that the spiritual power stone could not be absorbed beyond the level, and once the monk himself could not withstand the sudden surge in spiritual power, it would definitely bring fatal consequences to the monk himself.

Thinking of this, he slowly put down the spirit power stone again.

At this time, Xingluo was still selfish in his heart, he didn't want to hand over this spiritual power stone, even if it was to Mo Wanchen, who was closest to him, or Mo Huaiyu, but he also clearly knew that with his current cultivation, he didn't have enough ability to protect this spiritual power stone.

After thinking about it again, Xingluo still picked up the spirit power stone and went out.

The Diling Academy was quiet in the middle of the night, and a round crescent moon was hanging on the treetops in the distance.

Outside the Phantom Sound Pavilion, Mo Wanchen was preparing to practice behind closed doors, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw Xingluo hurrying to him.

"Xiao Luo, what's wrong?" Xingluo's sudden appearance surprised Mo Wanchen a little.

Xingluo didn't say a word, took Mo Wanchen's hand and entered the grass hall.

After making sure that there was no third person around, Xingluo closed the door, and then pulled Mo Wanchen to the bookcase on the side, "Uncle, I have something to show you." Xingluo said in a deep voice.

"What's it, so mysterious?"

"It's a spiritual power stone." Xingluo said.

Mo Wanchen laughed after hearing this, "I don't think I will give you the prize of this competition in advance, it is a spiritual power stone of full-level Yuan spiritual cultivation." ”

"The color of the Spirit Stone is not blue, but orange." Xingluo said suddenly.

"What do you say? Orange? Mo Wanchen's expression changed suddenly.

Xingluo nodded, "It's not just orange, it's also a very dark orange spirit stone. ”

"Quick...... Show me. Mo Wanchen said repeatedly, and his mood instantly became nervous.

Xingluo took out the orange spiritual power stone from his underwear, the spiritual power stone shone with a dazzling luster, and even Mo Wanchen, who had always been steady, couldn't hold back his excitement at this moment, "Looking at the color, the cultivation contained in this spiritual power stone is at least above the sixth-level super holy spirit." ”

"Sixth-level Super Holy Spirit ......," Xingluo said in surprise.

"Tell me, where did you get this spirit stone?"

"I didn't know, I just returned to the school building and found this spiritual power stone in my underwear." Xingluo replied truthfully, he really didn't know the source of the spirit power stone.

Mo Wanchen held the spiritual power stone in both hands, the emotions in his heart were very complicated, he was more than half a hundred years old, it was the first time he had seen an orange spiritual power stone, if he could absorb it, his cultivation would be able to break through to the sixth level of the super holy spirit in an instant, and at that time, he would also become the second-ranked monk of the Thousand Spirit Clan.

But......

This spiritual power stone was brought back by Xingluo, even if he really wanted it, he couldn't openly rob his disciple's things, if that was the case, don't say that Xingluo would look down on him, even he would look down on himself.

What to do?

Mo Wanchen's hands began to tremble, looking at the young child in front of him, his heart was mixed, for a moment, he even had the idea of killing this child, there were only the two of them in the entire Phantom Sound Pavilion, if Xingluo died, no one would know about the spiritual power stone, but this thought was fleeting, he knew that Xingluo believed in him, so he would come to him with this spiritual stone, how could he take advantage of the danger at this time.

"Xiao Luo, don't tell anyone about the Spirit Power Stone first, so as not to be targeted by others and cause unnecessary trouble." Mo Wanchen stared into Xingluo's eyes and said.

Xingluo nodded, "Uncle, I know, I will put this spiritual power stone here for the time being, and if you need it in the future, you can return it to me." ”

Mo Wanchen smiled faintly and leaned over, and asked Xingluo gently, "Why don't you give this spiritual power stone to your father for safekeeping?" ”

Xingluo looked at Mo Wanchen's eyes and smiled slightly: "In my heart, whether it is an uncle or a father, you are all Xiao Luo's relatives, and you are all Xiao Luo's most trustworthy people." ”

Mo Wanchen hugged Xingluo tightly into his arms, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Xiao Luo, thank you for your trust in my uncle, I will definitely protect this spiritual power stone for you, and when you need it in the future, I will return it to Zhao." ”

That night, Xingluo stayed in the Phantom Sound Pavilion, lying on the bed, he thought a lot, if Mo Wanchen really wanted to assassinate him just now, he would never have left here alive, but he gambled with his only trust in Mo Wanchen, he believed that Mo Wanchen would not kill him because of a spiritual power stone.

On the other hand, Mo Wanchen also stayed awake all night, after this incident, he regarded Xingluo as out in his heart, his only son was gone, and right now, the only thing he had left was Xingluo.

Following.

When he was an egg, Mo Wanchen had just gotten up, and he heard the sound of "rustling" sweeping the floor outside the grass hall, and when he opened the door, Mo Wanchen found that the person sweeping the floor was actually Xingluo.

"I slept so late yesterday, why did I get up so early today?" As Mo Wanchen spoke, she stretched out her arms and stretched out towards the sky.

"I can't sleep, when I clean the yard, I'll go for a morning run in the Misty Sea."

"You don't have to go." Mo Wanchen said: "I'll take you to a new place today." ”

After a simple cleanup, Mo Wanchen once again conjured up a lead-white portal, and Xingluo had always been curious about this spell.

"Uncle, when will I be able to transmogrify a portal like you?"

"When you cultivate to break through the Super Holy Spirit in the future, I will teach you the teleportation technique!" Mo Wanchen smiled lightly.

Coming out of the portal, Xingluo was surprised to find that there was a vast and boundless canyon in front of him.

"This place is called Iris Canyon, about three thousand miles away from the emperor, it is said that this canyon was conjured up by an immortal from the god realm hundreds of years ago, and it can experience four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in one day, and it never belongs to any race."

"Uncle, do you mean that this is actually a fantasy?" Xingluo was surprised.

"That's right, from the outside world, this canyon doesn't exist, only when you walk in, you can see everything in this canyon, I see that your major skill is illusion, so I thought I would bring you here."

Looking at the endless Iris Canyon, Xingluo couldn't help but sigh: "The illusion world can be truly preserved, this is the highest level of illusion. ”

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else." Mo Wanchen said.

There is a large dense forest in the middle of the iris canyon, in the early morning, the humidity in the forest is still very heavy, Xingluo is curious, he actually trotted all the way, looking around as he ran, Mo Wanchen accelerated his pace behind him, and barely kept up with his pace.

"Uncle, it's much more fun than Di Yan here...... Xingluo's voice came from the woods in front of him.

"Silly boy, you run slower!" Mo Wanchen chased behind him, and the moment the words just came out, his heart suddenly hurt, the same words, in the same place, he also said it once ten years ago.

It was as if I had gone back to many years ago.

His only son is called Xinglan, that year, he had just turned eighteen years old, taking advantage of Jialan's monthly vacation, Mo Wanchen brought him to Iris Canyon, the first time he saw such a beautiful scenery, Xinglan showed the same surprise as Xingluo.

But the good times didn't last long, that day turned out to be the last time in the lives of Mo Wanchen's father and son to be alone, a few days later, Xinglan and Jialan's other disciples were besieged by the Thousand Shadow Clan killers during a training trip, and when Mo Huaiyu arrived, Xinglan had been tortured to the last trace of breath, Mo Huaiyu ran back to Jialan with Xinglan in his arms like crazy, and Mo Wanchen, who came to hear the news, used up all the blood spirit grass and failed to save his son, because of this incident, he hated himself for a long time.

Xingluo ran in the woods for a long time, and he didn't stop slowly until he couldn't hear Mo Wanchen's footsteps at all.

Seeing that his uncle had not appeared for a long time, Xingluo simply waited in place, and while waiting, Xingluo unexpectedly found that on both sides of the path, there were a lot of white snow cherry trees, and he ran too quickly just now, and he ignored them.

Approaching the trees, Xingluo found that each trunk was still engraved with words.

"Luo, the lovesickness is deep, and the blank paper book is hard."

"Luo, may I be like the stars and the moon, and the night will be bright and clean."

"Who allows me to bloom in Fusang, I will not abandon or leave."

“……”

The handwriting is beautiful, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke. Between the lines, it is full of a girl's thoughts about her lover.

Xingluo stared at the trunk of the tree in a daze, for some reason, he always felt that the handwriting was familiar.

Who is the girl's lover and why does he also have the word "Luo" in his name.

Along the way, almost every snow cherry tree has words carved on its trunk, and some of the words have long been blurred because they have been written for too long.

A cool breeze drifted from the forest, and Xingluo sneezed firmly, and just as he felt a person standing behind him, a long robe wrapped around him from behind.

"It's cold, don't freeze." It was Mo Wanchen's voice.

"Uncle, where have you been, why did it take so long to come?" Xingluo turned around and said.

Mo Wanchen smiled slightly, raised her hand and handed Xingluo a few heavy wild sweet potatoes, "Do you want to taste it, I just picked it on the road,"

The sweet potato still had a fragrant earthy smell, Xingluo took the sweet potato handed over by Mo Wanchen with both hands, and said with a surprised face: "Uncle, are we going to eat it raw?" ”

Mo Wanchen smiled, "What a stupid boy, if you want to eat it raw, no one will stop you." With that, he waved his hand and used his spiritual power to build a bonfire in the open space beside him.

Roasting sweet potatoes was a long waiting process, and while it was still early, Mo Wanchen took Xingluo to the bottom of the cliff closest to the woods.

The cliff is about seventy zhang high, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff, there are several long vines with the thickness of the wrist, "Let's start today's physical training, climb to the top of the mountain with your bare hands, and then come down from the stone steps between the mountains, before the sweet potatoes are roasted, you should have enough time to complete this training." ”