Dao Mu came back to his senses, and Fang Jue Mu Qincha looked like his father. The same pastoral surname, all in Muxing Mountain, more or less related.

At this moment, it is the middle of the night.

There is a tiger yak skin next to the bed, Ah Meng crawls on the tiger yak and sleeps sweetly, the little guy is more and more delicate, and he loves to be clean more and more. Dao Mu thought about it for a while, and prepared dozens of big beds for Ah Meng and himself.

Half lying on the bed, Dao Mu did not feel sleepy. "I'm afraid not, from which generation of branches......" The little wooden sword danced between his fingers, looking at the black and brown butterfly in his hand, Dao Mu was stunned again.

There was no word all night.

When the maid led the priest to dinner, she suddenly heard a long song of birds. Dao Mu felt something, looked up, and saw a hundred zhang big silver peng flying by. The back was full, the belly cabin was also full, and there were bursts of cheerful shouts from the travelers.

The morning of the ancient city of Fang officially began.

The dining room, the spiritual mist is curling, all because of all the objects carved from Turin stone. Thinking that he had seen the world, Dao Mu had never seen a spirit stone that could carve a table.

It can no longer be described as extremely luxurious, and it is hard to imagine that the city lord of an ancient city in Zhifu has such a background.

"Ten directions are not ancient?" remembered that the door plaque was engraved with four gilded characters, and the Taoist herd weighed the room, only the herd tea, but the pastoral tree was not seen. "Where's Uncle Shu?"

Strange to say, the aura is too pressing, the human body feels uncomfortable, and the body is weak and cold. From top to bottom in the house, everyone is alive and well, and there is no loss in the body. Muqin tea was born in this environment, and it seems that it has become a matter of course to achieve this achievement.

"This is my private dining room, and you are the first person to dine here. Mu Qincha put down the dishes and chopsticks, smiled like a flower, looked at Dao Mu, and looked directly at A Meng, "You young beast, very peculiar." What does she feed on, you tell Abbe, and she informs others to prepare. ”

"Meat, all kinds of meat. Dao Mu was already sitting opposite Mu Qincha, looking up at the maid beside him, "I'm sorry for you, Miss Abbey." ”

"Childe, do you have any requirements yourself?" Ah Bei was a little shy in Daomu's sincere gaze, his cheeks flushed, and his fingers kneaded the corners of his clothes.

"Sugar, all kinds of sweets, anything else. "For Daomu, whenever there is sugar to eat, no matter how unpalatable other foods are, they will become delicious.

"Huh?" was shocked to hear that Daomu liked, and Abbe was also vulgar. From the Taoist pastoral tone, it does not seem to be fake. His eyes turned to Mu Qincha for help, Mu Qincha raised his hand to signal, and Abbe retreated.

"Do you want to take a Dapeng bird, or a flying car, or a flying shuttle?" Mu Qincha saw that Dao Mu had started, and also picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and his tone was careless, as if he was a family member.

"You've been so nice to me that it makes me feel uneasy. Dao Mu's eyelids were slightly raised, and he spoke bluntly. Since I stepped into the City Lord's Mansion yesterday, my heart has felt a little hairy.

"There is no need for too much suspicion and psychological burden, Mu Cang has to call me a grandmother here. Mu Qincha seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with her, and her words did not fluctuate with emotion, "With my seniority, I should take care of you as a junior." ”

The words of "......" reached his throat, and Dao Mu had not yet spoken.

Mu Qincha raised his index finger and booed on his lips, "No job is not a person, no resentment is not a family, no one is not cause and effect, and no result is not a road." What you want to know, when the time comes, nature will be clear, and the human form is like a microcosm of nature's reincarnation. ”

"Nervous ......" Daomu was extremely disgusted with this behavior, and was dissatisfied, so he swallowed it by himself out of etiquette. turned resentment into appetite, and before I knew it, my heart was hairless.

"Choose Dapeng, I like the wind. Mu Qincha saw Dao Mu, and after not answering for a long time, he decided to make his own decision. "The Roc will stop at Tianfu City, and you will only be able to rely on your own strength to find your own mountain gate. ”

"Mujian Mountain is located in Tianfu, and I don't know if it's true or not. How big Tianfu is, you have to find what year and month. "Dao Mu doesn't raise his head, if he has nothing to do, he picks up vegetables and eats," the disciple of Zhifu came to Tianfu to find his mountain gate. Walking on the road and asking for directions, the situation is really embarrassing. ”

Dao Muxin has no facts, and hopes to get a number from Muqin tea, so that he will not be emotionally lazy.

"The old ancestor and your master respect the sword Gu, and they are close friends for life and death. Mu Qincha squinted and smiled, since she woke up yesterday that she was tricked, she was wary and curious about Dao Mu.

"My master's name is Jian Gu, what a special name. ”

"Your name is Daomu, isn't it special?"

......

For others, the wind is whirring on the top of the sky, which is cold and biting, freezing people physically and mentally. It's like countless hands, wanting to tear people's bodies. There are needles in the wind, which provokes people's eyes to be unable to open.

This is not the first time to ride the Roc, and Daomu also enjoys the fun of winding around. For him, the cold wind is like a spring breeze, which makes him feel refreshed.

The passengers in the cabin did not feel it at all, and the passengers on their backs covered their faces and buried them. In the past, Dayinpeng was not like today, sometimes rushing into the sea of clouds and churning, sometimes swooping down, flying over the sea of trees, and dancing with the mountains.

On the back of the passenger, the last second was still wet, and the next moment the whole body was white, and the frost froze. Then, the wings fluttered high and flew into the sun, the sun was scorching, and the frost melted again. Wet, the clothes are close-fitting, and it is uncomfortable to be tight.

"Strange rice, why are you so excited today?"

The shepherd sitting at the head of Peng muttered to himself, drifting into the ears of the Taoist priest in the wind. If Dao Mu realized, he was afraid that Dayinpeng would smell the golden crow breath from himself.

On the side, Mu Qincha held his sword on his head, let the wind blow, and hunted in his clothes, "Galloping at this speed, you can get to Tianfu City in advance without the sunset and night." ”

Although Mu Qincha can't be as chic as a shepherd, the slender bee body is as tall as a sword, and if it is invaded by other things, it will be crushed by its own.

The other passengers were suffering so much that Dao Mu couldn't bear it, and felt that he could do something to take a step.

"Don't!" Mu Qincha and Peng Shou Shepherd, one after the other, shouted loudly.

They react quickly, and the priests act faster. Before the words fell, Dao Mu was already standing firmly on the neck of Dayin Peng. The other passengers looked at Daomu in horror.

"Young man!"

"Hurry up, you're trying to harm everyone!"

The shepherd is an old man dressed as a herdsman, although his words are straightforward, he is also afraid of the identity of the herdsman, and his tone is only heavy but not rushing. After all, Mu Qincha was placed there, and the passengers behind him dared to be angry.

Having said that, the old man was shocked that Dayin Peng was not offended by Dao Mu and lost his mind. Echoing the joy of emotion, as a pastor, the old man can clearly feel this joy, unmistakable.

"With me, you can't die. ”

Dao Mu Xin, close his eyes, his heart stops water, raise his arms, and release the pastor. In an instant, Dao Mu and Dayin Peng fused into one, and the naked eye could see that the air cover was supporting the flowing clouds. Suddenly, the surroundings were calm, but the speed of Dayin Peng was on a higher level.

"Huh?!" the old man was shocked and looked at Mu Qincha. Most of the Dapeng in the house are demon clan contract beasts, with the pastoral sect as the intermediary, as a springboard for the experience of red dust. But they don't like humans, they don't like to communicate with humans, and they can even be described as disgust and fear.

"This year, the second place on the gold list of Zhifu, Daomu. Mu Qincha looked at the air hood and admired it, "His adoptive father Mu Cang has a close relationship with my family. "The speech is plain and bland, and every word is full of power, and it hits people's hearts hard.

"Is it him?" the old man grinned bitterly and trembled, "I just hope that my trip will be safe and sound." "As the connection between the Weaving Heaven Mansion and the Demon Clan, and was hired as a flying Taoist.

The old man has always been conscientious, no one has ever seen him, and he has never heard anything. I am afraid of people like Daomu all my life, not because Daomu is a bad person and wants to harm people, but because Daomu will indirectly bring disasters to others.

"With me here, there is no need to disturb myself, when Paul waits, enter and exit safely. "With her heavenly sword, who dares to hurt her fellow disciples and harm the people in the demon clan. Mu Qincha smells the fear in the air, and you don't need to look at it to know the thoughts of other passengers.

Daomu simply wants to help these passengers in his own way to avoid more suffering. With good intentions from the bottom of his heart, and with practical actions, it has been proved that Daomu's approach has achieved miraculous results.

The passengers only heard the name of the Taoist pastor, and suddenly became frightened, and immediately forgot that the Taoist pastor had done a good deed. Even if they would rather suffer more, only hope to stay away from the Taoist pastor, only hope that the Taoist pastor will go away, they are afraid of death. He even began to suspect that Daomu's original motive was just to show off his pastoral skills.

How to evaluate the pastoral behavior?

And how do you evaluate passengers?

Mu Qincha pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the background that looked like a yang but desperate, "In this world, everyone says that pastoral Tao is a shallow ability. The shepherd is thin, the world is thin, who is thin?"

"The sun?"

There was a sudden sound, and there was a muffled thunder, which shook Daomu's ears.

"I'm not the sun. "Dao Mu is novel, this big silver peng actually understands people's words, but I am afraid that the spirit is not low to adults.

"Yes, His Highness has not awakened the immortal sense. Da Yinpeng roared sadly, flapping his wings and swaying upward, chasing the bright sun. "You, who should have lived high in the jade sky, shone the world, dispelled the darkness, and brought enthusiasm and vitality to all souls. ”

"I'm afraid, you recognized the wrong person. "Dao Mu couldn't cry or laugh, if he really fused the essence of the golden crow and the sun, he caused trouble, and was mistaken for a golden crow. Dao Mu did not hide it, and gave a brief summary of his prison experience.

"I know your deeds, Sun. I don't know why Dayinpeng is sad, and the passengers screamed in amazement and swooped down from the sky. "Your Highness, since you have been reincarnated in the dust, then make good use of your eyes to see if this corner abandoned by the immortals is worth your death to protect!"

"I'm really not a golden crow, I'm human. ”

In the face of such a stubborn, strange, and sensational Dayinpeng, Dao Mu was speechless. Dayinpeng was silent, he only believed the facts he already believed.

Dayinpeng's mood swings were too great, causing others to panic. The passengers in the cabin were insensitive, and the passengers on their backs were panicked. Uncle Du and Mu Qincha were a little calm.

She is psychic and not isolated. The six senses are not only eliminated, but man and beast are one, and the eyes are clear, and the thoughts of the passengers, how can Dao Mu not know. He didn't care, the six children in the crowd were no longer crying or making trouble, their eyes were watery, and they were full of worship.

"That's enough. Dao Mu was relieved, even joyful. "It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not, it's about faith, the faith that I survived. ”

Dayinpeng felt something, not only was he not relieved, but his mood became more and more sad. Raising his head and roaring in the sky, his body shimmered with silver light, submerged into the endless void, rippling and rippling, visible to the naked eye.