Mu Yixue didn't allow her to reply, and she found the answer she wanted, so she explained smartly: "There are more than a dozen masters here who have failed to keep their pure hearts, don't you think this is not an accident?" Perhaps, there is something wrong with this flower god." In the end, Mu Yixue stood up directly, dodging Fang Bu, and seemed to be very insightful and circled around the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman listened to her rebellious words, the smile on her face gradually stiffened, her apricot eyes widened, and a wave of anger burst out uncontrollably, she reached out and twisted Mu Yixue's collar, pulled her back, and then pressed her to her stomach, pulled out a jade ruler, and hit her slightly upturned buttocks.

Ah, it's painful to death, Master, spare your life.

Soon, the entire hall was filled with Mu Yixue's miserable shouts.

However, her screams did not win the sympathy of the beautiful woman, but instead hit her hand a little harder, and the jade ruler crackled.

I don't know how long it has been, Mu Yixue was so painful that she almost didn't have the strength to scream, and the jade ruler was withdrawn. She was pressed to the ground, not daring to move, otherwise there would be a heart-piercing pain immediately.

Mu Yixue didn't expect the beautiful woman to be angry and shoot so ruthlessly. It was the first time since she was born that she had been taught such a lesson.

"Are you wrong?" At this moment, the harsh voice of the beautiful woman was heard.

"Master, they... The disciple knows his mistake, the disciple should not offend the ancestor, and the disciple is willing to be punished" Mu Yixue's painful expression raised her head slightly and stared at the beautiful woman, her eyes were full of grievances and unwillingness.

"I know you're not convinced, but if you don't respect your master, you should be punished," the beautiful woman ignored and said resolutely.

However, as soon as she changed her mind, she explained: "It's not eleven people, only three palace masters are offering flowers to the god of flowers by themselves, and these three palace masters all have their own reasons, so they finally failed to cultivate a pure heart, and the same is true for teachers, how can you be disrespectful to your ancestors because of this."

When the beautiful woman said this, the deep Sichuan imprint in her eyebrows was even worse. Mu Yixue only realized at this time that there were still unknown secrets hidden in the hearts of beautiful women. It was precisely this secret that prevented her from truly completing her Pure Heart cultivation.

Mu Yixue's intelligence has naturally not reached the point where she can comprehend the mind of an adult, and it is difficult for her to imagine that a person as perfect and strong as a beautiful woman has any painful things that she cannot extricate herself from.

With this worry, Mu Yixue completed the inheritance ceremony of the Iris-Hua Palace with the beautiful woman Yan Xiyu, and finally she was led into a very strange secret room. On those rock walls, there are countless winding pictures and texts, some of which look like beasts, some like birds, and some are humanoids, and Mu Yixue is confused.

The gray void, the bloody river, the ancient battlefield that spans hundreds of miles.

The old man in gray knelt on his knees, and his originally unkempt head looked particularly hideous. It's just that his pale cheeks have a touch of indescribable decadence.

He lowered his head weakly, and beads of blood flowed down the corners of his forehead, converging into blood threads dripping down the corners of his mouth and into the gaps in his heavy armor.

The marks after the knife and axe were like drinking enough blood, showing a strange purple red.

He raised his left arm slightly, and forcefully pulled out the broken arrow in his back, and finally! He finally couldn't afford to drop it on the ground.

After that, the broken arrow and blood disappeared in a panic, and even the ancient battlefield in front of him became empty.

The corners of the gray-clothed old man's eyes twitched slightly, his eyes were a little confused, and he could no longer tell whether the scene in front of him was an illusion or a reality. But whether it's real or not, but for him, it's all a real battle.

The armor on the gray-clothed man no longer existed, and his gray clothes looked so thin, especially when he stood up and gasped hard, more like an old man in the twilight.

He pressed his chest with one hand, trying to calm down, so as not to burst out of the surging qi and blood in his body.

He could never have imagined that he would be so defeated.

In this battle, it was not only his body that was defeated, but also the battle spirit accumulated over decades of battle. The generals are fearless of life and death on the battlefield, fearless of the strong, but they dare not let their battle spirit be damaged, once they lose their battle spirit, it means that he will always be a defeated general. The shame and helplessness that are deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul will stay with him forever.

How can a general endure such pain?

This is also the fate of the general who would rather end up in the horse leather shroud in a hundred battles, and will never lose his iron-clad arrogance. However, the scene that had just happened seemed to drain his spine and crush him heavily with his powerful feet.

It was an unforgettable shame, and it was his nightmare as a general.

The gray-clothed old man was hunched up, at this moment, as if he had aged for decades all of a sudden, he raised his head slightly, his brows were furrowed, and his red eyes were deep with deep fatigue and confusion.....

Mo Dao's halberd is ruthless, and his red face is a dry bone mound.

Rice fat mink zen fei cold emerald. One woman and two Xu Xiaoxiong were destroyed.

The head of the city is hung with a halberd, and the famous horse Red Rabbit has tears in his eyes.

The glory of war and the humiliation of war turned out to be just a dream.

Hahaha!!

The old man in gray trembled the corners of his mouth slightly, and these few weak words popped out from between his teeth.

Mu Ran's expression seemed to be repentant, and it seemed like complaining.

The air echoed with the bleak laughter of the gray-clothed old man, like a nightingale dripping blood, like a ghost roaring.

When a person's lifelong beliefs are destroyed, he lives like a withered corpse.

Situ Di had been looking down on the old man in gray all the time, and at this moment, he did not have any joy in defeating the enemy. On the contrary, he had some sympathy for the tragic situation of the man in gray. After all, everyone is a general, and he definitely can't bear to see the firmest willpower in a general's heart collapse and be indifferent.

However, there was nothing he could do to stop this from happening.

Even Situ Di himself didn't know why his fighting spirit caused the old man in gray's inner nightmare.

Situ Di didn't know what it was, but from the gray man's expression full of sadness and pity, he seemed to feel some kind of emotional embarrassment.

Situ Di is even more ignorant of this, his lifelong ambition is on the battlefield, except for the pleasure that the battle array can bring him, he no longer has any desire to demand, so he looks at the affairs of men and women very lightly, if it is needed, then it is just for the sake of inheritance.

Situ Di didn't know how to resolve the pain in the old man in gray, maybe only the battle array would make him regain his strength.

Situ Di swept the spear in his hand, then chased him across his horse to the front of the formation, he pointed the spear in his hand at the other party obliquely, and said defiantly: "Get up, fight again, what, don't you dare?" ”。

The gray-clothed man's originally rickety body straightened up slightly under Situ Di's gaze, but it didn't take long for him to possess it again. This time, it was as if his backbone had been pulled away, and the whole person was paralyzed and piled up.

"You are a general, even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield, you must not be so cowardly and afraid of the battle array" Situ Di's eyes were a little red and angry when he was stimulated by the attitude of the man in gray.

"Me? What kind of warlord am I, hehehe" The man in gray raised his head again, with a self-deprecating sneer on the corner of his mouth, and lay on the ground dejectedly, like a dead dog, letting Situ Di's war horse step on.

Situ Di naturally wouldn't really do this, he pulled the reins, the war horse hung in the air, the front hooves and two or three kicks, and finally withdrew the momentum.

"You! If you are really not afraid of death, then stand up and fight with Lao Tzu in a dignified manner, even if you die in battle, it is a hundred times stronger than your appearance" Situ Di pulled the reins angrily, and the war horse circled for several weeks before the momentum was discharged.

Perhaps stimulated by some kind of irritation, the old man in gray raised his head again, his eyes a little scattered, and his voice even more choked, as if something was stuck in his Adam's apple.

After muttering for a long time, he held back a sentence: "She is so beautiful, so enchanting, so charming, I was deeply attracted to her when I saw her for the first time."

Yes? Situ Dileng, he couldn't have imagined that his radical method would get such a nonsensical answer.

Who is she?

Situ Di didn't want to ask, but couldn't help but yell at him.

The old man in gray thought for a long time before continuing: "She is an elf, a charming little elf, I didn't know how important she was to me before, it was you, it was your artistic conception that completely inspired my heart."

Hearing this, Situ Di felt even more inexplicable, he stared at the old man in gray, and now he could feel from the lack of fighting spirit on his body that he was no longer a general.

Now that he has given up his qualifications to be a general, there is no need to force him to regain his will to fight.

Situ Di's thoughts were so light, but his heart was light, and he said in an indifferent voice: "Who are you?" ”。

The gray-clothed old man replied this time very cooperatively: "We are the outer disciples of the Colorful Sect, and we should guard the Colorful Mineral Vein at the order of the ancestor."

"Colorful Sect?" Situ Di's face turned pale, and he asked again: "What are you doing with these colorful rough stones?" ”。

When the old man in gray heard this, his expression froze for a moment, as if this question made him a little embarrassed. However, he soon pursed his lips and explained: "The earth gradient is no longer uninhabitable, we must collect all the veins here and transport them back to the super plane, and the high-purity colorful veins here are used to refine plane-level airships."

Plane-class airships?

Situ Di had heard this word once, and in his impression, there was only a Void-class drifting warship, and it was still a very old warship, and it was not very powerful, so Situ Di didn't take it to heart at all. Now that someone is using these incomparably expensive and rare Colorful Primordial Stones to refine a plane-level airship, it can be seen that this airship must be of extraordinary use.

"How many have you made?" Situ Di asked with an urgent look at the old man in gray.

"Now there is only one, because the craftsman who makes the airship needs to be transported by the clan, we can't refine more dimensional airships" The man in gray seemed to be more cooperative, and he almost didn't need Situ Di to ask any more questions, and he explained everything clearly.

Situ Di only now understood that this was actually a dimensional airship construction base. On the one hand, the Colorful Sect used dimensional airships to carry the original stones back, and on the other hand, they also used these airships to carry a large amount of property that they had collected in the Earth Gradient for hundreds of years.

After Situ Di got the information he wanted to know, he ignored this decadent general, and he wanted to drive this person out of the artistic conception. But he was entangled by the man in gray, and he knelt down in front of Situ Di with a puff. Cried out loudly: "Please, don't let me out, you help me go back in, I want to see her".

Yes? Situ Di was stunned again, this time, Situ Di really couldn't figure out what was going on with this guy in front of him. I still want to stay in my own artistic conception and don't want to go out.

Situ Di wrinkled and convulsed for a long time before he said angrily at him: "I have no intention of opening your heart, so the she you are looking for is no longer here with me, you better go back."

After the gray-clothed man heard this, he sat down on the ground weakly, he squatted slightly, raised his arms, and rushed towards Situ Di desperately.

"Let me in, let me see her again, I'd rather die here".

Situ Di was completely confused by this guy's actions, he couldn't imagine why a person would burst out with such fighting spirit when he was so decadent, but this fighting spirit was not the momentum of a warrior, but more like the behavior of some kind of addict when facing drugs.

The man in gray actually dragged Situ Di's sleeve in a state of distraction, and he dragged him like a dead dog and didn't let go.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Situ Di really had no choice but to push him out with a flick of his hand.

"General, no, God, you help me open my heart again, I want to see her, just once, I will be satisfied" The man in gray was stubborn and crawled back, and continued to pull his shirt and plead.

"I said, I don't know any heart illusions, it was just a coincidence" Situ Di was really speechless, and could only push and shove impatiently.

"General, if you release your fighting intent again, I can and I can," said the gray-clothed man as he tugged at his shirt and tried his best to cater to Situ Di's war horse.

"Fighting spirit? To you? You're not a warrior anymore, so how can you show your fighting spirit? "Situ Di is not using excuses to shirk, in fact, this guy has no incentive to arouse the artistic conception of a war general.

"What? I can, I can" The man in gray got up in extreme frenzy, took out a long sword from his bosom randomly, and made various slashing postures, but unfortunately all of them looked like clown performances, and they were not combat skills at all.

"Forget it" Situ Di shook his head and said: "You still have to find another way, I'll send you out", after speaking, Situ Di didn't allow him to play tricks anymore, and pushed it out of the artistic conception of the general.

When they really faced it in reality, Situ Di was still full of fighting spirit, but unfortunately, now the old man in gray has long since ceased to be majestic. He slumped slightly, staggered a few steps, and then turned back to stare at Situ Di and said, "You'd better kill all the people here, otherwise you Quartet Clan won't want to gain a foothold in the Void Continent."

(End of chapter)