The place of Xishu was originally very important, and Mo Yunbai was originally weak, but at this moment, he was already unconscious.

Seeing this situation, Nixiang was also very anxious, so she simply picked him up and wanted to walk towards the city.

It's just that she was going to carry Mo Yunbai to the city on her back, wanting to return to Wuhuamen, but unfortunately, she took the wrong road, and actually took the road to the west of the city as the road to the city.

Walking step by step, seeing the scenery in front of him was miserable and more and more desolate, Nixiang realized that he was on the wrong path.

This kind of thing happened for the first time in her life, so she just laughed at herself wordlessly for being funny.

Just as she was secretly thinking about whether to go back, she unexpectedly found a hut not far ahead.

From a distance, the hut looks like an abandoned temple.

Nixiang's expression was stunned, and he had enough strength in his legs to walk towards the hut.

When I got closer, I saw that the hut was really a temple.

Ten years is just like a shallow stream, and once it is lost, there is no trace of it, and there is no trace of it.

Ni Xiang never thought that there would be so many things in Mo Yunbai's past, and it is no wonder that Mo Yunbai is so arrogant and strong ten years later.

Also, no matter what kind of man has such an experience with Mo Yunbai, the rest of his life will not be satisfactory.

If a man is so pitiful, I believe that no one in this world will be more miserable and pitiful than him.

Mo Yunbai, who first entered the rivers and lakes and lived in a quiet and comfortable paradise for a long time, his ambition is to help the world and benefit the people, this is the way of life given to him by the master, and he has never forgotten it for a moment.

He didn't dare to forget.

It's just that, looking at such a world now, how can such a noble ambition be realized?

Maybe two days ago, Mo Yunbai would tell others with great interest that he is a lobbyist who can make the princes of the world live in harmony and truce, and he is also a politician who can save the country and save the suffering and desperate people in the world, but now?

No one will believe it.

So, now he must not think like that.

The autumn wind was a cold sickle, cutting Mo Yun's white face one by one.

And his face was now resting quietly on the warm and soft back of his neck.

The back of the neck is like a stove for the elderly to warm their children in winter, revealing a strong tenderness in the warmth.

This tenderness seemed to warm the biting cold wind, making him quietly wait for the earth to fall asleep and winter to come abruptly.

After reading so many books, Mo Yunbai understands that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, but he can't accept it anyway, in an era when women's rights are weak, how can a woman treat a young man who is full of devotion to the world like this.

At this time, if he slept quietly, then how painful he should be.

The season of morning, autumn and late winter is coming.

The autumn wind howls during the day, and at night it seems as if it has entered the depths of winter.

Although there is still a crescent moon hanging in the eastern sky, there are a few goose-feather snowflakes in the sky above this temple.

Snowflakes flutter and carry the cold.

This cold only makes the mud smell shiver incessantly.

Time flies very quickly, and at this moment the night is already like a man with no clothes coming from afar.

It was more like a strong, sleeveless arm stretching out from the hill to the west.

The wind blew the long flying hair and the blue coat of flying yalkyne.

It also blew the dry grass in the mountains and piled it up thick in front of the temple.

Then, a series of "click" sounds rang out.

As soon as I listened closely, there was a foot deep and a shallow foot stepping on the dry grass on the ground, and a man stumbling towards the temple.

The temple is the kind of city god temple that has been abandoned for many years.

On the beams and pillars of the City God Temple, you can see the traces left by the pen and ink of those former literati and the swords of the rivers and lakes.

Although the mark is broken, it is still awakening.

It seems that this City God Temple is really a hidden existence, I don't know that once upon a time, literati and artists like Mo Yunbai and people like Nixiang stayed here.

Even if Ni Xiang was a person who entered the rivers and lakes ten years ago, she was sure that most of the marks on the pillar were sword marks.

But the broken text on the pillar was no longer clear.

Suddenly, there was a "plop".

Ni Xiang really doubted whether he was a qualified disciple of the Jianghu Sect?

If so, then why is it that a person who is carrying a hundred pounds on his back is tired and panting?

She felt very sorry for Mo Yunbai, and was deeply afraid that she would accidentally bring a little pain to Mo Yunbai.

But who hates it and makes this temple an abandoned City God Temple?

There were rotten jars and bottles everywhere on the ground, and the mud incense accidentally stepped on it, and the tattered jars and bottles rolled away, and suddenly, her feet slipped forward, and her whole body fell backwards heavily.

"Oops".

Mo Yunbai's body was pressed to the ground by her all of a sudden.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she was very startled, afraid that her inadvertentity would bring a trace of pain to Mo Yunbai.

"Brother Mo, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being too careless and hurting you, right?"

Mui Xiang worked very hard to lift the eight-foot-tall young man, and then let him lean quietly in front of the abandoned incense case.

It's just that Mo Yunbai's lips are purple, and he has been fainting for a long time.

Seeing that his whole body was trembling and convulsing, Ni Xiang was anxious to keep him warm, so he paced a few steps in the temple and looked around, only to see that there was dry grass and firewood for making a fire.

She picked up some with her hands quickly, and then used the summoning power to make a fire, and then warmed Mo Yunbai.

Throughout the ages, how many people have lived in other places, thinking of the distance, but they are sad.

The mud incense made a fire, and my heart was already melancholy.

After she was sure again that Mo Yunbai didn't matter as long as his body recovered, she put her mind at ease and sat by the fire to roast the fire.

In the firelight, Mu Xiang could vaguely see Mo Yunbai ten years later, he was like a dead man sleeping next to her.

Suddenly recalled that in the golden palace, the fire was also burning very strongly, and the picture gradually became clear.

The gorgeous palace, the palatial palace bed, Mo Yunbai lay quietly on it.

She knew, that was her man, and her man was a great man.

For her, he wants to build a wonderful country, although this has failed, but for this man, she is extremely deep.

Yes, she can even do without everything for the sake of this man.

However, now that I realized that it was very late, because the man might have just gone on sleeping and never woke up again.

Therefore, she swore that even if she fought hard, she would save him.

And so she came to the present.

Even though everything is illusory now, she still enjoys this beauty.

..............

In the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, aren't the disciples in the Jianghu Sect all very strong?

However, now that she never cried, she couldn't hold back anymore, she cried.

"Brother Mo, I must save you."

Her tears were like spirits on fire, only to be seen to evaporate infinitely, and finally all of them were gone.

Before the sadness could come, the fire had been extinguished, and Mud Xiang fell asleep after fatigue.

The moonlight in the sky is like silver light, the white mist on the ground is like snow, and the two phases are intertwined like milk.

This sight makes the place even more mysterious and unpredictable.

By the way, now it seems that the town entrenched in this mountain is like a giant dragon lying in the mountains, it is silently asleep, motionless.

This dragon is so mighty.

The mountain road to the east resembles its whiskers, and the rows of bushes and jungles to the west resemble its tail.

Yet the night is so quiet and peaceful.

However, this comfort was also short-lived, for a young man was approaching on the road to the east.

This man is about thirty years old, and he is dressed in gorgeous and generous clothes, which makes his person more heroic and cool.

Who is he?

Perhaps, Nixiang has long forgotten that this temple is the Chenghuang Temple in the west of the city that Li Siyuan told her earlier, right?

She may have put what he said behind her.

However, the man who was coming, she vaguely remembered it, because he was none other than Li Siyuan.

Such an abandoned temple, even if he is a person who loves cleanliness, he will not like to come to this place, especially a person like Li Siyuan, as a festival envoy, he should be very disgusted with such a place, but at this moment he is coming here.

Not only is it coming here, but it's still fast.

There is a saying in the world that the rose dies, and the ghost is also romantic, and this merry saying is applied to him, which is not too good.

The footsteps were fast, but the feet were very gentle, and the slight footsteps reached the temple, and even the mud incense that fell asleep in the temple could be heard.

So, Mud Xiang was looking at him.

As a witch of the Northern Liao Kingdom, her first reaction was to stand up.

Looking from afar, Li Siyuan's figure slowly came in the white mist, and gradually became clear.

"Is it really him!?"

Nixiang suddenly remembered what she had said to Li Siyuan in Wuhuamun, and she blamed herself very much in her heart at the moment: after a day of tossing, she completely forgot what Li Siyuan had said to herself before.

Stunned, she came back to her senses, and saw fifteen black figures appear on the way from Li Siyuan.

They're coming here.

However, it is still impossible to tell whether it is friend or foe.

Seeing Li Siyuan, who was just going up the steps to enter the temple, Muxiang also pinched a cold sweat for him.

These fifteen black shadows are like ghosts, and their bodies are secretive, and the so-called snow treading without a trace on the rivers and lakes is probably less than one ten-thousandth.

The speed of the man in black made Muxiang's whole body already on guard.

The ever-changing changes behind him, Li Siyuan did not notice.

However, now Nixiang doesn't know what Li Siyuan's identity is? So she wanted to see what was going on.

Want to see what Li Siyuan's ability is?

Yes, Muxiang really wants to know why this man dares to chase the world's number one beauty - Hua is ashamed.

Although she pinched a cold sweat for Li Siyuan, she still held back her desire to jump out to stop the assassination of Li Siyuan by the man in black.

Perhaps, she already has an extraordinary concentration, even if those people in black are holding ghostly swords, she does not move a single cent, she just watches quietly.

After many years of fighting on the battlefield, it is a matter of time to face the enemy, and Li Siyuan felt that his back was chilling at this moment.

Yes, it was a familiar feeling, so he jumped under his feet, only to hear the sound of a series of long swords striking stones around him.

"Who are you?"

"Sonorous!"

Fifteen swords were shot at the stones, and they returned where they were.

Such a situation happened suddenly, and it only shocked Li Siyuan into a cold sweat at the moment.

He knew that if he hadn't suddenly jumped forward and jumped onto the steps in front of the temple, he would have been a dead man.

Who wanted him to die? Li Siyuan has never been able to figure it out.

However, not only he thinks so, but even the mud incense in the temple thinks so.