Luoyang, an ordinary restaurant.

At noon, the restaurant was quite lively, the first floor was bustling with people, and there were only a few empty tables left on the second floor.

On the second floor, by the window, there was a beautiful Taoist girl in a moon-white robe, and opposite her, there was a little Lori who looked quite delicate.

Dao Gu has a delicate goose egg face, bright eyes with moving autumn water, delicate skin like porcelain, under the light of soft light, exuding an attractive luster.

Her red lips are delicate and seductive, glowing with lustre, her figure is quite sexy and hot, and she holds up the wide moon-white robe, and the pair in front of her is round and towering, trembling slightly with her breathing, which makes people a little worried about whether they will jump out of the wide robe.

Li Mochou's eyes looked at the white clouds floating leisurely outside the window, with two seductive blush on his pretty face, and his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, which made people feel distressed.

Hong Lingbo looked at Li Mochou, who was drinking by himself, his delicate little face showed a hint of hesitation, and said softly and weakly: "Master, are we really not going back to Zhongnan Mountain?" ”

Li Mochou took a sip of wine, and his beautiful face became more and more delicate.

There was a hint of bitterness on her face, and she said in a low voice: "Go back, what if you go back?" He is already a real person who moves the world, a fairy-like figure. And Master is nothing but a shameful outcast. Even if he hadn't forgotten Master, if we walked together, it would only make him laugh at the world. ”

Although Li Mochou dares to love and hate, he still has a little inferiority complex in his heart after all.

Of course, she wanted to go back, to ask the other party why she had never found herself, to ask if the other party still had herself in her heart. But she knew better that she could never go back.

The other party is already a world-famous figure, and he is the next head of the Quanzhen Sect.

And he is just an outcast of the Tomb Sect and a character with a bad reputation in the rivers and lakes. Once you do go back, it will only make things more awkward.

Even if he still has himself in his heart, can he really stay by his side? Even if he is not afraid of being ridiculed by the world, can he be indifferent?

Li Mochou felt sad in his heart, and silently drank the wine in the cup.

Now she just wants to get drunk and forget all her worries and worries.

At this moment, there was a voice from below: "Hey, have you heard?" ”

"What?"

"Half a month ago, Mo Zhenren single-handedly picked Songshan Shaolin Temple!"

"Hey, it can't be. Shaolin Temple is once the world's first martial arts faction, and it is also known as the world's martial arts out of Shaolin. Although this Mo Zhenren was born into the world, he picked the Shaolin Temple alone, that! ”

"How can't it be. It's been spread all over the world, and you don't know it. It is said that when Mo Zhenren challenged the Shaolin Temple, none of the great monks of Shaolin dared to come forward to face it, and finally invited an ancestor who became famous in the world more than a hundred years ago to make a move. ”

"What, the ancestor who became famous all over the world more than a hundred years ago, there are still such characters in Shaolin Temple!"

"How is it impossible, now the rivers and lakes have spread all over the world. Even the lay identity of the ancestor of the Shaolin Temple has been picked up, and it is rumored that it is Murong Fu, who became famous one hundred and forty years ago. ”

"One hundred and forty years ago! God, how old is Murong Fu now, although Mo Zhenren is talented, this difference is too big. Tell me, what happened to this battle? ”

"Don't say it, although Mo Zhenren's age is less than a fraction of Murong Fu's, that skill is really shocking. The two fought a big battle, from the ground to the sky, and finally collapsed the mountain of Shaolin Temple. ”

"From the earth to the sky? You're talking about myths, right? ”

"Bah, don't believe me. The broken hill of Shaomuro Mountain is still there. It's just a pity that after the two of them fought, they were both injured a lot. This kind of battle, which is enough to be passed down in history, will never be encountered again in the future. ”

"Both are hurt?"

"Isn't it? The ancestor of Shaolin Temple was seriously injured and died, and I am afraid that there are no more days of good life. The current Shaolin Temple has long been in chaos. I heard that even Mo Zhenren was seriously injured, but no one could say clearly what the specific injuries were. ”

When Li Mochou heard this, his delicate face was slightly stunned, and his eyes flashed in disbelief.

He, injured?

How could it be, with his near-invincible strength, how could he be injured?

"Master, Master." Hong Lingbo looked at Li Mochou, who was distracted, and shouted in a low voice with a worried face.

After a full half of the ring, Li Mochou slowly came back to his senses. Her delicate face was full of worry, she casually put down the wine glass in her hand, and said in a deep voice: "Eat quickly, after eating, we will go to Zhongnan Mountain immediately." ”

Zhongnan Mountain, the ancient tomb chamber.

Mo Chen and Xiaolongnu sat in each other's arms, enjoying a rare leisure time.

Mo Chen wrapped his arms around the little dragon girl's slender waist and held her weak and boneless body in his arms. He could clearly feel how hot the delicate body on his legs was, and the carcass that exuded a faint fragrance made people can't help but feel endless love.

The little dragon girl sat on Mo Chen's lap, prostrating her head in his arms, her eyes slightly closed, and the corners of her mouth outlined a gentle smile. She wrapped her hands around Mo Chen's waist, and the whole person seemed to fall into a false sleep.

Mo Chen looked down at the little dragon girl's snow-like face, and chuckled: "Little lazy worm, you can't adapt to the outside world, why didn't you say it earlier." It seems that in the future, Poor Dao will build an ancient tomb in Songshan to use the ancient tomb to hide Jiao. ”

When the little dragon girl heard this, her pretty face flew up with two delicate crimson like peach blossoms, and her delicate arms couldn't help but tightly wrap around Mo Chen's waist.

The ancient tomb is hidden and coquettish, it sounds so embarrassing.

Mo Chen looked at the little dragon girl's delicate face and sighed softly.

After leaving the ancient tomb with her last time, the little dragon girl was obviously very uncomfortable with the outside world. Since leaving, I have spent most of my time in cabins or houses.

Perhaps, she was too anxious, and she should have adapted to the outside world.

Two days later, the enchanting moon hung in the sky, exuding a faint silver glow, covering the lush Zhongnan Mountain.

In the dense mountain forest, a moon-white figure stalked and moved, like a swift deer.

Li Mochou stood in the treetops, looking at the gloomy mountainside, his face full of complicated emotions. Since she was kicked out of the mountain gate by her master, she has never set foot in Zhongnan Mountain again.

After many years, returning to this homeland again made her feel a little sad.

Li Mochou took a deep breath and barely calmed down his agitated mood. Her toes tapped on the slender branches, and her whole body headed towards the tomb like a Limbo fairy.

When she came to the ancient tomb, the surrounding area was only accompanied by the sound of insects, which seemed very quiet.

Li Mochou looked at the deep tomb, bit his red lip lightly, and carefully lurked in. If she hadn't wanted to ask Xiaolongnu about Mo Chen, she really didn't want to go back to this place that people loved and hated.

Li Mochou walked all the way, his footsteps were slight like falling dust, and he never brought a sound of dripping.

She hadn't even reached the depths of the tomb when she heard a faint groan of pain in the air.