[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming fainted and died on the shrimp mountain because he was hit by the karmic fire palm of the three hall masters, and he didn't wake up until he suddenly felt bad. After waking up, Mu Qingming looked at the words left on his chest with the words of True Qi, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the three hall masters had indeed been ruthless to him, but the other party knew that karmic fire could not kill the living, and he still attacked him with karmic fire and something strange, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation. The blood-colored spirit butterfly that was drawn out quietly flew into the courtyard of the Mu family, and Mo Han noticed it and chased the butterfly to the roof of the hall. Under the clear glow of the gibbous moon, Mo Han saw the three hall masters, and after the three hall masters explained their identities and explained some things to Mo Han, they entrusted Mu Qingming to Mo Han. 】

Night quietly falls with the sunset, spreading darkness in the city of Kunming.

Because Mu Qingming and Miao Jue were not at home, after eating something hastily to fill their stomachs, Mo Han, who was worried about Mu Qingming's mood, absentmindedly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, fed the tengu Shiyue and then lit the lantern hanging on the door, and locked the door of the small courtyard, and then took Mei Xiang to the kitchen.

After washing Mei Xiang's face and feet with hot water, Mo Han took Mei Xiang back to the bedroom.

Compared with Mu Qingming's simple bedroom, Mei Xiang and Mo Han's bedroom are more gorgeously arranged. After passing through the reddish curtain hanging behind the door, you can see that the floor of the house is covered with a large camel carpet, the sides are dyed indigo, and the pattern of seven peacocks playing in the bamboo forest is embroidered with silk thread in the middle, the whole is simple and elegant. In the depths of the room is a bed made of sandalwood, a simple square string silk carved shelf, which occupies a third of the entire room.

On the left and right sides and the long bib behind the garb, there are many magnificent peony patterns and bird patterns that spread their wings and fly into the sky. There was still a pale yellow veil hanging on the bed, and a wisp of evening breeze blew through the carved window like in the house, and the veil danced lightly, bringing a faint but not strong fragrance.

Spread on the bed is twisted gold and silver silk slippery silk brocade and the whole tiger skin, the pillow is a green jade incense pillow, and the cover is also a red brocade silk brocade quilt.

These things are worth a lot of money, and it is not difficult to see that Mei Xiang and Mo Han are living a good life here in Mu Qingming.

Mei Xiang took off her shoes, socks and coat and skirt, climbed into bed and lay down and covered herself with the quilt, but with eyes as big as copper bells, she looked at Mo Han, who was helping her hang her clothes on the hanger next to the bed, and asked curiously: "Sister, Uncle Mu and Uncle Miao Jue have gone out and haven't come back yet, they can't go out to drink, right?" ”。

"Your Uncle Mu doesn't drink." After Mo Han hung up his clothes, he reached out on the edge of the bed and patted Mei Xiang lightly through the quilt: "Most of the time there is something to deal with." ”。

For a long time, Mo Han and Mu Qingming have been hiding everything from Mei Xiang, and they will not explain to Mei Xiang what they will do when they go out; So Mei Xiang thought that Mu Qingming was probably busy with Rong Bao Zhai's business, so she didn't ask much.

"Actually, sister, you should pour some wine for Uncle Mu, so that you can naturally become my aunt." After thinking about it again, Tong Yan blurted out unscrupulously.

Mo Han was stunned when he heard this, then reached out and scratched her little nose, and said shyly: "Do you know what you are talking about, a child?" ”。

Mei Xiang stared at the top of the bed with widening eyes, shook her head blankly and said, "I don't know, but Uncle Miao Jue often says this, and he secretly laughs after speaking, I think it should be a good thing." ”。

"I don't know what it means." Mo Han was amused by her innocence and smiled, and then whispered softly: "Okay, weird child go to bed quickly, so that you can grow up quickly." ”。

"Hmm." Mei Xiang closed her eyes obediently, and at the same time retracted her hand that was outside the quilt into the quilt, and gradually fell asleep.

Looking at her cute sleeping appearance, Mo Han shook his head silently, and the blush on his face faded. Mo Han, who had settled down, immediately felt a trace of strangeness flashing in the courtyard.

She already felt a faint wisp of spirit, dancing in the courtyard.

Although Mo Han is just a fox demon who has practiced for three hundred years, he also knows that the so-called spirit bodies are all tangible bodies composed of the thoughts and experiences of living creatures, as well as the stream of consciousness such as emotions.

It is not surprising that the spirit is like air and dust, and can be seen on the other side of the living creature. But it has been an eventful time recently, and even Mu Qingming, who has always been calm and calm, is extremely nervous, which makes Mo Han can't help but worry a lot about that spirit body.

She frowned and stood up, and after glancing at Mei Xiang, who was already asleep, she waved her right sleeve without hesitation, and a fist-sized cyan fox fire immediately flew out of the cuff, spun around her and then landed, and after a flick in the wind, it turned into a fist-sized three-tailed fox and lay in front of Mei Xiang's bed.

"Optimistic about Mei Xiang." Mo Han whispered to the little fox that the fox fire had transformed into a little fox.

The little fox seemed to understand her and nodded.

Mo Han then turned around, tiptoed out of the house, and quickly stood in the shadow under the pillars of the corridor on the second floor, Mo Han, whose back was close to the pillars, took a deep breath, and quietly looked towards the courtyard outside the corridor.

I saw that where I noticed the aura of the spirit, a blood-colored butterfly appeared, dancing around the peonies that Mu Qingming had planted downstairs in the east wing.

Above the firmament, the cold glow of the gibbous moon shone on the butterfly with blood-colored wings, making its wings even more vivid.

"Gathering Spirits!" When this thought flashed through Mo Han's mind, his heart also suddenly tightened. This kind of magic called Gathering Spirit Transformation, which Mo Han once mentioned when he heard Mu Qingming and Miao Jue chatting, was one of the ancient alchemists' magic.

It is said that this technique can gather spirits without dispersing, and then conjure up what the caster wants. Of course, spirits can conjure up something on their own, but it's rare.

What's more, Mo Han also sensed that on the roof of the hall, there was a corpse aura that seemed to be nothing. This was exactly the same as the corpse qi that she and Mu Qingming saw emanating from those corpses in the corpse raising ground of the Palm Tree Camp.

Therefore, Mo Han was reluctant to believe that the blood-colored butterflies dancing in the flowers and plants in the courtyard were the things that the spirit body condensed by itself; She preferred to believe that it was nothing more than the creation of the Soul Gathering Technique.

Just as Mo Han was about to think of a countermeasure, Tengu Shiyue, who had been sleeping peacefully in the upside-down seat, suddenly rushed out, stood in the courtyard and looked up at the roof of the main hall, grinning and roaring in a low voice.

Immediately after that, Miao Xuan, who realized the afterthought, also rushed out of the house, stood beside Shiyue, raised his hand and pointed to the roof of the hall, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?" ”。

"It's broken." Mo Han secretly screamed, and used the Locking Dragon Man Secret Technique that Mu Qing taught her, and her figure disappeared into thin air on the corridor on the second floor of the east wing.

Mo Han originally wanted to quietly give the other party a surprise attack, but he never wanted Miao Xuan, who rushed out to question in a deep voice, to ruin his plan.

The next second later, a black shadow flashed on the roof of the hall, and Mo Han, who had disappeared out of thin air before, stood firmly on the ridge of the roof.

"I'm doing a good job of slaying the dust." She had just appeared on the roof when a comfortable female voice sounded across from her.

Mo Han retreated, only to see a young woman in black clothes and a black cloak standing three feet away from him, with willow eyebrows and cherry lips.

As soon as he saw this outfit, Mo Han suddenly thought of the Immortal Dao.

In the array in the tower of the East and West Temple, Mo Han had seen the evil people of the Immortal Dao, all dressed like this, like the Jiangyang thieves in ancient times.

Mo Han, who frowned, was a little more vigilant. And the corpse qi that seems to be like nothing is also emanating from this person.

She guessed correctly, it was the third hall master of the Immortal Dao who came, and he had injured Mu Qingming before. And the blood butterfly that was still dancing in the courtyard just now was dancing slowly in the moonlight at this time, coming towards the three hall masters.

Flying up to her, he swirled around her cuffs that swayed gently in the night breeze and landed on her shoulder.

Miao Xuan stretched out his arms and toes to the ground, leaped up to the roof, stood behind the woman, and attacked the woman of unknown origin with Mo Han one after the other.

The third hall master first glanced at the tension between Mo Han's eyebrows, and then glanced back at Miao Xuan, who was like a great enemy behind him, before turning his head, looking at Mo Han and saying lightly: "I'm not a suspicious person; As a purple fox, you should be like other purple foxes, you can hear the dream words of other people or demons and monsters within ten zhang around you, I am Mu Qingming, and the wood often shouts in dreams. ”。

Mo Han was taken aback, and the tension on his face was immediately replaced by consternation; Her own ability was not the reason for her consternation, what she was shocked was that she had unconsciously heard Mu Qingming constantly shouting in her dreams: "Qianqing, I really didn't mean to kill you." This sentence.

That means that this Qin Qin, who haunts Mu Qing's soul or has nightmares, is a dead man; But why did the dead stand alive in front of her?

However, Mo Han thought about it, although the other party used the fragrance emitted from the sachet hanging from her waist to cover the corpse qi on her body, but the smell of corpse that seemed to be absent already showed that she was a dead person.

It is also because of this corpse qi that even Tengu Shiyue can't recognize Qinqing.

"Ghost servant stand down, I have something important to say to your master." The three hall masters, Jing Jing, turned his head and glanced at Miao Xuan, who was still on full alert.

Miao Xuan was about to open his mouth to scold, but Mo Han waved his hand at him and said, "You go to the courtyard first and protect Mei Xiang." If there is anything wrong with this person, I can solve it myself. ”。

The reason why Mo Han dared to say this was not that she was sure to hit the other party, but that she did not perceive the murderous aura from the other party.

After thinking for a moment, Miao Xuan nodded and retreated to the second floor of the east wing, guarding in front of Mei Xiang's bedroom.

"I'm Qinqing, a man who has been dead for a long time." Under the cold moonlight, the Third Hall Master slowly spoke: "It was the Immortal Dao who dug up my corpse from the ancestral graveyard of the Mu family, and used magic to absorb my soul and soul from the underworld and inject it into the corpse to resurrect me. ”。

"Why are you talking to me about this?" The night breeze blew, blowing and swaying the other party's ink cold dress, and between the slightly frowning brows again, there was a little vigilance.

"Because wood is the goal of the Immortal Dao, it will not be long before the Immortal Dao will use him to create a world of immortality; And after this world is made, the wood will die. Qin Jing's eyes dimmed, a heavy worry appeared between his frowning brows, and he said softly: "I can do bad things for them out of gratitude to the Immortal Dao for giving me the opportunity to resurrect, or I can help them save their lives." And I don't care about the so-called immortal world; But if they want to hurt the wood, I will never agree. ”。

Qin Jing, who had lowered his head slightly as he spoke, suddenly raised his head when he finished speaking, and said categorically when he met Mo Han's eyes: "I want to entrust the wood to you, please take care of him." ”。

Will Jingqing's betrayal of the organization be detected by the Immortal Dao? And is she sincere in betraying the organization? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.