Dao Mu has a delusion, the wood spirit is more immortal and magical than before, and it is not like the previous Mu Ne who was dumbfounded, and he didn't talk much. "Wood Spirit, but the immortal vine remnants of immortal qi, opening up chaos for you and enlightening spiritual wisdom?"

"Hmm. Mu Ling smiled and squinted, and his body was covered in a rippling halo of colorful light. Between the waves of his hands, Mu Li obediently gathered, "Sun, but you want to absorb Mu Li to cultivate the Dao?"

"I ......" Dao Mu wanted to speak and stopped, the particularly strong desire disappeared, and the reason faced the most important choice.

Dao Mu is confident that he can let Xiao Jingjing take him, and when he goes deep into the disaster area, he will have a life-saving skill. The dantian has no source of pastoral power, and the wood becomes the second dantian, as a last resort, the Taoist Mu is unwilling to move the wood.

"The pastoral power in my body has also undergone subtle changes, and at this moment I am in the same mood as you, happy and entangled. "The wood spirit opened his hands widely, and the pastoral power frantically poured into the wood spirit's body, and it was visible to the naked eye that the wood spirit was constantly getting bigger and the body shape was constantly changing.

It didn't take long for the wood spirit to change dramatically. I saw that she was slender, with long hair draped over her back, gently held by a white ribbon. Dressed in white, his skin is better than snow, his complexion is beautiful, and he has both maturity and fairy spirit, which is unforgiving.

"Daomu, you really like mature women the most. Mu Ling covered his mouth and smiled, with a colorful halo, like a fairy in the world. "You said a good word just now, and it touched my heart. Sometimes I always think that the consequences are too serious, and in the end, it is difficult for myself. ’”

"Can you change back?" The change of the wood spirit caught Dao Mu off guard, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

Dao Mu felt more and more that the elves he was facing were not Yunmu Wood Spirits. It's the Bauhinia Prison Dragon, the spirit of the fairy vine. The smell of Mu Ling at this time is quite a bit of fairy vine rhyme.

"That's good, it's better than the tarsal sand in your body, isn't it?"

Looking at Mu Ling's flower-like smile, Dao Mu suddenly felt remorse in his heart, maybe he shouldn't be smart. "Come, shepherd me. Seeing Mu Ling like this, Dao Mu cut through thousands of troubles with one knife, and the two of them agreed.

Mu Ling pursed his lips and chuckled, and instantly walked in front of Dao Mu, and raised his jade hand. The index finger popped out, as if traveling through the past and the present, and was dotted on the center of Dao Mu's eyebrows, and Dao Mu suddenly felt that his eyes were black.

"Fate is wonderful. Mu Ling smiled and showed his teeth, with the outflow of pastoral power, the fairy rhyme became stronger and stronger, "Go around, go around, everything is back to the beginning." Sun, you can't do without me......" The laughter is like a wind chime plucked by the spring breeze, endless, never tired of listening.

The next moment, Dao Mu returned to reality, and saw that his eyes were red and green, and his whole body was excited.

Pastoral power poured into the body like a flood, and pastoral power seemed to have a spirit, living and moving. Dao Mu grasped the opportunity wisely, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and guided the pastoral force to turn the meridians around the sky. With the continuous influx of pastoral power, the ethereal sense of security has also become substantial.

Midnight.

The surroundings are quiet and insects chirping, the night breeze is blowing, and the grass and trees are sizzling. Dao Mu holds the wood in the palm of his hand, which is a whole, and the shape is a sculpture, lifelike.

"Dao Mu!" Xiao Jingjing's voice came from outside the courtyard.

Moo, Ah Meng woke up, got up quickly, and came to Xiao Jingjing with a puff of smoke. Mooed a few times, and the sound was loud, so that Xiao Jingjing didn't want to make a big move.

Xiao Jingjing is worthy of the shepherd, and instantly realized the meaning of A Meng. She stopped talking and tiptoed with Ah Meng. In front of Daomu, I saw Daomu holding a simple bonsai and closing his eyes to breathe.

"In the middle of the night, Fairy Jingjing came here alone, so she wasn't afraid of other people's gossip?" Dao Mu's eyes didn't open, and the words had blurted out. "She is a good person, but when the Jingjing Fairy arrives, I am afraid that it will bring me unjustified disasters. After speaking, Dao Mu opened his eyes and looked at each other, and under the starlight, the red light quickly drowned out the green light.

"Tomorrow, you will leave Yijian Gate with me. Xiao Jingjing and Daomu glanced at each other a few times, and looked down at the Yunmu held by Daomu in both hands, "You have gained some in the past two months, and now the dantian has been Yunmu, although it is pitiful." ”

"In such a hurry, and even take me away, I'm afraid that there will be a sudden big change in Yijianmen. Dao Mu also lowered his head, Yunmu rotated and flipped in both hands, his eyes shimmering, absent-minded. "Is there any clue to find the shepherd?"

"There is only a tragic battlefield, within a radius of 600 miles, and not a single life survives. Thankfully, there are few people and few wild animals. Xiao Jingjing raised her hand and snatched Yunmu in an instant, "What kind of bonsai are yours, I have never seen it." ”

Xiao Jingjing jade finger teased the branches and leaves of Yunmu, and found that Yunmu felt like wood, which was no different from other green plants. Looking up at Daomu, under the silver light, his mouth was slightly open, his eyes were rippling, and he was very surprised.

"Say it, you may not believe ......"

Dao Mu got up suddenly, looked around, and then propped his hands on the table, bowing forward, a palm's distance from Xiao Jingjing.

"Yunmu, the sacred tree that dispels disasters and relieves misfortune. The wood contains the purest pastoral power, which can only be ingested by the sun. Half of the truth, half of it was self-made, and the voice was full of color, and Dao Mu bluffed Xiao Jingjing, and she was stunned.

"Huh!" Xiao Jingjing sneered, put down the Yunmu in her hand, got up and turned around and left, "There is not much time left, you hurry up and prepare well." "Before the words fell, man had melted into the darkness.

"Ah Meng, my heart hurts so much...... Dao Mu sat back on the stone bench, holding Yunmu in his left hand, and stroking Ah Meng's head with his right hand, "Between people, there is no basic trust at all." ”

Moo, moo......

I don't know what Ah Meng is calling, one person and one beast, one question and one answer. The surroundings are black and numb, the cool breeze is windless, but the flowers and trees are trembling and screaming in fear, and the atmosphere is solemn and weird.

Following.

At the same time as the priest had breakfast, he called the kitchen to cook meals for 1,000 people. In Xiao Jingjing's strange gaze, Dao Mu was expressionless and included in the feather ring.

Yijian Mountain.

The founding patriarchs are two sword masters, and both of them have their own unique views on kendo. They are also friends and foes in their lives, however, every time the two of them fight each other, they end in a draw.

The pride of sword cultivation comes from the confidence in kendo. Kendo never defeated the other side and began to spread from other aspects. So, he left two major sword veins, the Li family and the Ji family.

The pastoral lineage of Yijianmen is created by a pastoral genius of the Li family thousands of years after the creation of Yijianmen.

Xiao Jingjing introduced the origin of Yijian Mountain to Daomu all the way, and Daomu listened to it with relish. Some good information was drawn from it, and the most surprising thing was that this stepfamily was not the other.

"Your mother's maiden family, is the third force that has sprung up?" Dao Mu turned his head to look at Xiao Jingjing, with sugar in his mouth, and he was hesitant.

Xiao Jingjing's face is unwavering, and Xiao Jingjing doesn't seem to have much sense of belonging to her grandmother's family. "It's just a third party on the surface. ”

As we continued to go deeper into Yijian Mountain, there were more people. Xiao Jingjing's popularity is not high, it can be seen from the people who stop and watch one by one, and many of them take the initiative to greet Xiao Jingjing.

"Weaving Tianfu Dao robes, weaving Tianfu disciples?!"

"It's strange, I often deal with the disciples of the Weaving Heaven Mansion, but I have never seen this robe. ”

“......”

The news that the disciples of Yizhi Tianfu and Pastor Xiao Jingjing had climbed Yijian Mountain together spread like a plague.

Sword Terrace.

The third peak of Yijian Mountain was cut into, and the two fairy swords repelled each other, supporting the entire third peak into the air. A fairy sword is inserted in the middle of the sword platform, and a fairy sword is inserted at the bottom of the third peak.

Which one is in charge of the Yijian Gate, which one's fairy sword replaces the upper hand.

At this moment, the people of Jiantai come and go, most of them are new students, the sword and herd are mixed, and the heads are moving.

Across Cambridge, Dao Mu could smell a smell of excitement, and he was full of vitality. "The winter solstice is approaching, but I smell a breath of spring, which is very wonderful. Dao Mu's face rarely showed yearning, with shyness and a little timidity.

Xiao Jingjing realized the micro-expression on Daomu's face, thinking of Daomu's tragic past, she couldn't help but feel pity, and wanted to comfort Daomu a few words. Who knew that Xiao Jingjing followed Dao Mu's gaze, but saw that his gaze kept wandering over the female monks.

Xiao Jingjing was enthusiastic and cold, and took the lead in stepping on Cambridge, turning her head and sweeping the Dao Mu, her tone sneering, "Don't let others wait for a long time." "When the words fell, the person was ten feet away.

Cambridge shook, sword chanting and sword qi danced together.

Those who walk on the bridge are not cultivated enough, and if they are not careful, they will be disturbed by the sword. or fall into the sword abyss, shatter bones, or be injured by the sword qi. With an embarrassed appearance, he came to the end and was ridiculed by others.

Dao Mu only felt that Xiao Jingjing held a grudge and was dissatisfied with Li Wenshi's concealment. In the face of Xiao Jingjing's provocation, Dao Mu disagreed and resolutely set foot on Cambridge.

Boom......

The sword on Daomu's waist trembled endlessly, as if he didn't like Cambridge's domineering, so he groaned and counteracted. This is a good thing, Cambridge instantly rioted and groaned, which resonated with other Cambridges.

A sword separated from Cambridge, like a flock of swallows, like a rain of arrows, more like a torrent of steel, straight from the pasture. Dao Mu was slightly startled and looked at the other side, but saw that he had succeeded in attracting everyone's attention.

There are curiosity, doubts, schadenfreude, ridicule, stunnedness, and a few complications.

The appearance of all living beings is manifested.

What should I do? Is it difficult to ride Ah Meng over?

Dao Mu did not stop his pace, stepping on Cambridge, step by step. "Stillness is qi, and movement is wind...... Daomu remembered his talent for the wind, "If I use pastoral power as a guide and get the method of pastoral wind, I will save a lot of energy." ”

The knife is used as a stick, and the knife is sheathed, and the only remaining wisp of pastoral power in the dantian is dipped into the knife from the arm.

Whew, Dao Mu waved his knife and rotated in place three hundred and sixty degrees. "The wind rises!" a green ring on the tip of the knife collapsed into time and space, causing subtle ripples. Daomu generated wind from the soles of his feet and rose around his body, making a tornado barrier.

The tornado barrier has just risen, and ten thousand swords are coming. Although the sword is sharp, it is not a sword of wisdom and spirit. The tornado obstacle is like the body of the Dao Mu, big or small, urgent or slow, all in the mind of the Dao Mu.

The sword was thrown off track, and despite the struggle, it still had to go with the wind. In an instant, it had turned into a sword tornado. Dao Mu in the middle of the eye of the storm, and the constantly collapsing Cambridge, strolling leisurely. It is like a sword immortal coming to the world, and ten thousand swords are worshipped.

Ding Ding ......

Bell ......

Qiang Qiang ......

The sword is in the hands of Dao Mu, the phantom butterfly is smashed, and the sword that breaks free from the tornado barrier is struck, and it is sent into the tide of ten thousand swords, and there is no longer a chance to break free.

Sword tornado, real sword and sword qi and sword qi accompany Dao Mu. frightened the timid on the other side, and retreated. Xiao Jingjing's face was cold and bitter, she knew that Mu had made such a big move, so she shouldn't have let him go to the bridge alone.

Da, Dao Mu stepped on the sword platform.

A great force swung out from the fairy sword in the middle of the sword platform. The swords exploded in an instant, flying back to their respective positions.

Da, Dao Mu stepped on the sword platform with another foot.

The left hand reached out like a dragon, and a wisp of green gas came out of the void, and the five fingers were closed, and the green gas returned to the dantian.