Fengluo looked at her slightly curled fingers, and her subtle expression deliberately avoided it, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"If the Divine Venerable is not in retreat, he may be asleep, no matter which one it is, it is not a big deal, you can rest assured."

"Sleeping? What do you mean? How long do I need to sleep? Mu Yan was suddenly surprised, I don't know why, did this matter have such a big impact on him?

The wind fell and stood on the edge of the water pavilion with his hands in his hands, looking at the lush woods thoughtfully.

Mu Yan didn't urge him, it was rare for him to know a thing or two about this, and he was afraid that he couldn't explain the details.

The cool breeze blew on his face, adding a bit of depression, Mu Yan recalled the bits and pieces, and his heart began to ache again.

He said to put her in charge?

It seems that he is not joking, after giving her too much cultivation, she repeatedly interrupted his retreat cultivation, and if he resurrects Zhong Yao in this state, the loss must be not small.

He looked sideways at her and said gently, "Going against the sky will always have a price, and Shenzun is no exception, but he is strong enough, even if he sleeps for a few years, in the long river of his life, it is just a drop in the ocean." ”

Mu Yan was stunned, his expression was a little dazed, a few years was really nothing to him, just like a mortal, just a few days of sleep.

But for her, it seems a bit long! She suddenly wanted to go to Wushen Mountain to have a look.

At this moment, Fengluo stretched out his palm, and a butterfly stopped at his fingertips, flapped its wings, as if to say something, and then flew away again.

His face was slightly gloomy, his eyes were floating with an undercurrent, and his voice was a little low, "There are more than a dozen disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect who are in a trance, and Yun Zhen suspects that there are demons targeting, and it seems that they are still high-level demons." ”

Fengluo has been secretly guarding the Spirit Sword Sect?

"Can't you find it?" Mu Yan's heart was uneasy, and sure enough, someone was going to attack the Spirit Sword Sect.

Fengluo nodded slightly, "It's not that it can't be found, but except for the residual demonic qi, there are no other flaws, he used his divine sense to trace the demonic qi back to the source, only to know that it is the nine-tailed cat demon of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain." ”

"Then let's go back quickly." Mu Yan had seen that cat demon, how could those male disciples who were not deeply involved in the world stand such confusion.

Even Yun Zhen can only be found, but he can't get rid of it, presumably that cat demon is not the same as it used to be.

Feng Luo bowed, "I'll send you back, today is fifteen, the night of the full moon is the most suitable for the banshee to come out and make trouble." ”

"What about you?" Mu Yan asked.

"You can fix it!" Fengluo smiled faintly, looking like he knew it in his heart, and he was like two people just now.

Mu Yan was dumbfounded, he still didn't want to go back, she didn't say anything more, the twisted melon was not sweet, maybe he was used to this kind of day.

Fengluo carried her out of the woods and flew to the sky with her sword.

"Remember to take the medicine, and the medicine applied must be on time, otherwise it will be repeated often." Fengluo told her to treat her like a child, and she didn't feel at ease at all.

Mu Yan smiled lightly, "Is it really that serious?" I was injured by Ying Long in Guixu that day, and he ......"

She paused suddenly, thinking to herself, it was he who helped her recover from the wound at that time, could it be that only he could heal it? Or just wait for yourself to recover slowly.

Fengluo stared at her, "Your special physique, only he can alleviate it." ”

Mu Yan smiled, they should be talking about the same person, they didn't say it clearly but they knew it.

The clouds that fell in the wind flew very fast, and compared to the marshmallow clouds of the gods, they seemed much taller, and Mu Yan sat on them, his thoughts were already far away, and his heart was still faintly painful.