Xiao Jingjing's smile was cold, and when she heard someone mention Daomu, Xiao Jingjing looked down on Daomu even more, she only believed what she saw with her own eyes. "What can a shepherd, selfish, do?"

Mo Guihai smiled dumbly, but his smile became hideous and terrifying because of the scar. "I am the current shepherd of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, but I will not be like the old immortal, false benevolence and false righteousness, and false words. I saw that he didn't look back, and his left hand pointed directly at Ji Li, not afraid of the other party's anger.

"So what, the man is gone. A shepherd muttered.

"This is called karma, and extreme behavior begins with this old immortality. Mo Guihai's eyes were so frightened that people hid behind Xiao Jingjing, revealing half of their heads to look at people.

"Shepherd, shall we sit down and talk?" Ji Li stopped coughing, and the purple receded, returning to a deep twilight. Wrinkles and old age spots are telling the world about Ji Li's life.

Mo Guihai took out a Mu'er fruit, which was the same as the peeled lychee, but it was more crystal clear. "Eat it and buy some time for the dryads. Mu Erguo was handed to Xiao Jingjing, and the rich and sweet heart and spleen penetrated into her heart, and Xiao Jingjing couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Xiao Jingjing turned her head to look at Ji Li, Ji Li smiled and groaned, and nodded heavily. swallowed it in one bite, and before the mu'er fruit could be swallowed, it slid into the throat, passed by the internal organs, and entered the dantian.

The vast pastoral power gushes from the shepherd fruit, filling the dantian and filling the whole body. Xiao Jingjing only felt cool and comfortable, and the pores of her whole body were wide open, overflowing with colorful Xiarui. It's like a fairy coming to earth, you can only watch it from a distance, and you can't blaspheme it.

After the weight of the teeth fell out early, the mouth was so toothless that it laughed, like a bottomless black hole. Mo Guihai felt that Ji Li looked disgusting, and secretly, on the surface, scolded him for being a toad.

"Jirong, don't you set up a table to make tea?" Mo Guihai put his sword in his side, looking up at people, as if he was ordering slaves and maids.

"Mo Guihai, you are not worthy. Ji Rong flicked his sleeves and looked at Mo Guihai.

"Old immortal, you are really dying. It can be seen from the junior tutors. After my mother's death, the quality of the younger generations of the stepfamily is like a cliff. ”

Mo Guihai shook his head and felt that he no longer looked at Jirong, turned his head to look at Xiao Jingjing a few times, and finally turned his head to look at Jirong.

"People like Jirong should not delay the Xiao family's Jingjing, at first glance, Jingjing Fairy and Daomu don't seem to be a good match, but after looking at it for a long time, how to see how harmonious. ”

Without waiting for Ji Yan to speak, he didn't say anything to Ji Rong, Mo Guihai said again, "However, there have been rumors in Zhitianfu for a long time that Tong Zhen's three daughters, Child Jie, are fond of Daomu.

Dao Mu and his companions made a big fuss about the worship party, offending the same class and the same family. But because Tong Zhen favored this son, he only gave him a light punishment......"

Tong Zhen, the master of the Weaving Heaven Mansion, no one knows who doesn't know. Tong Boyu and Tong Jie have the same father and mother, no matter how good the two brothers and sisters look like or talented, the light has long overshadowed the other two children.

The Weaving Sky Fairy praised Tong Jie, and it was rumored that Tong Jie had to wish Zhishan to pass it on personally, and she had been named as an important person.

In this context, the fire of people's gossip is ignited. Xiao Jingjing also pricked up her ears, intentionally or unintentionally, and the afterglow swept over here. Mo Guihai stopped at the point, disappointing others.

"Jirong, set the table to make tea. He stomped his cane and coughed a few times.

Ji Rong was unwilling, and he didn't dare to disobey Ji Li's order, so he set up a table to make tea. Mo Guihai nodded in admiration, and said straightly, "The child can be taught" and "The child can be taught".

Ji Rong felt that he had self-esteem, and was trampled on the ground by Mo Guihai and rubbed back and forth, suffocating tightly. In normal times, Ji Rong had already drawn his sword and faced each other.

......

Dao Mu A Meng, gradually drifting away, Dao Mu felt that the coolness gradually disappeared. Obviously there was no sound around, but the baby's auditory hallucinations in his brain were endless, and Dao Mu felt that the evergreen tree was asking for help from himself.

The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is so big, the mountain gate of Mujian Mountain must be in it. But there is no clear location, and it may not be possible to find the mountain gate after three days. The world's rare dryad is dying, and she is crying out for help to herself, how can she be at ease.

Every minute and second is precious, whether it is the Dao Mu looking for the mountain gate, or the life of the tree spirit is passing. On one side is the three days exhausted, in search of the ethereal Mujian Mountain Gate. On the one hand, he ruthlessly gave up a glimmer of hope and rescued a dying elf.

"If it's dad and grandpa, what will they choose?"

"If it's Hou Dazhuang and Cowherd, how will they choose?"

"How do I choose?"

Dao Mu whispered, thinking that he was confused. The Heart-Destroying Sword is in the right hand, flying like a butterfly. Tears unconsciously slipped from the corners of his eyes and crossed his cheeks, a burst of coolness and a little sweetness.

Dao Mu subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, "Blood?!" A few drops of blood and tears dropped on the Heart-Destroying Sword, hum, and the Heart-Destroying Sword trembled for a while.

"It turns out that you have no relationship with Mujian Mountain. ”

"A manly man, when the road is uneven, draw a knife to help. ”

"She shouldn't be twisting, not to mention that she's still a newborn baby. ”

"Without Mujian Mountain, there is also my inheritance. ”

“......”

Hiss!

Yes!

Dao Mu suddenly felt a heart-rending pain, and his limbs collapsed on Ah Meng's back. The Heart-Destroying Sword slipped from Dao Mu's palm, and the chattering sound disappeared, but the pain intensified.

The blood and tears flowed wildly, and the Heart-Destroying Mujian caught the blood and tears by itself, screaming endlessly. Dao Mu's ears echoed with the cries of desolate babies, accompanied by a long and gloomy sacrificial sound, and his whole heart was about to jump out of his heart.

"Ah Meng, cast a miracle!"

"Mujian Mountain ......"

"We're not going!"

Dao Mu got up suddenly, his bloody eyes were scorching with the sun, his blood was like a turbulent flow of water, and his pipa bones were blazing. Up close, you can hear a rumbling sound that is better than thunder.

Moo, Ah Meng gathered his eyes and stared, and his little thick legs stepped away. One man and one beast, throw down the heart-destroying sword, and go away.

"Damn red-eyed boy!"

"Leave me behind again!"

The Heart-Destroying Pastoral Sword turned into a ghostly light, tracked it away, and pierced into the sleeve of Dao Mu's robe.

Under the evergreen tree.

The atmosphere is sad and solemn, Rao has nothing to do with himself, and he is also infected by this sad atmosphere.

After the weight of the face was like dust, the body trembled even more, and the tears were finally unbearable, filling nearly half of the furrows on the face. Mo Guihai Wangshu lamented, the mountains and forests have souls, as a whole. If even the evergreen trees fall, the other ancient trees will not be able to hold on.

"Ancestor, I have done my best. "I have no energy, and when I say these words, I seem to have exhausted all my strength.

Xiao Jingjing had already collapsed, stunned for a load, and held on for an extra quarter of an hour. Before the words fell, she collapsed, full of tears and sadness. I never thought that as a heavenly pastor, she was proficient in planting and pasture, but she was helpless.

Ji Rong's eyes were fast, he strode away, and instantly came to Xiao Jingjing's side. Stretching out his hand to make a gesture, wanting to catch Xiao Jingjing, a demon wind slapped his face, and Xiao Jingjing disappeared out of thin air. "Who?!" Ji Rong's face sank like water, and his sword was half unsheathed.

Xiao Jingjing only felt that she was being swept in by a familiar and unfamiliar arm, and the hot manly breath burned the deer in her heart. Raising her head in anticipation, Sakura's lips opened slightly, and she couldn't speak for a while.

The mood is as complicated as her face, like a rush of tea, oil, sauce and vinegar, which is not a good taste.

"Take a good breath on Ah Meng's back. ”

"Leave it to me. ”

Dao Mu let go of Xiao Jingjing, jumped off Ah Meng, and left Xiao Jingjing with a majestic back, as tall as Yue. At this moment, the ages of the two seemed to be reversed.

Dao Mu glanced at Mo Guihai a few times, and Mo Guihai nodded in understanding. Ignoring the reactions of others, he urged the dantian, and the pastoral power rushed wildly, filling the whole body in an instant, and the purple red Xia Rui overflowed from tens of thousands of pores.

Boom......

The left hand holds the scabbard, and the right hand holds the blade, and the scabbard resonates with the blade.

The figure of the Taoist shepherd flickered, and his hands wielded the knife and sheath. The wind rose, the wind stirred the sand, and only a huge purple-red butterfly was seen dancing on the evergreen tree.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, as if playing a passionate movement. Broken swords, broken knives, iron powder, and sawdust fell like rain, and people retreated more than ten feet.

"What is he doing?!" Ji Rong raised his eyebrows and said coldly, and his sword was unsheathed, as if he wanted to stop Dao Mu. Heavenly Sword shot, Dao Mu is not dead, it is better to die.

"Get out!" Mo Guihai instantly came to Ji Rong's body, holding a big sword that only had the second half left, and King Kong was angry. The long scar, which became more and more hideous due to congestion, with those cold eyes, described as a mad demon murderer.

Ji Rong was already aggrieved to the extreme, like a barrel of gunpowder, and Mo Guihai was the torch that lit the powder keg. Heavenly Sword vs. Heavenly Sword, the big battle is imminent.

"Jirong, come back. After the weight opened his mouth, it clearly entered the ears of others.

At this moment, Jirong is a volcano that is erupting, how can it stop because of Jirong's words. Seeing the spiritual power surging in his body, the sword groaned lightly, and the sword qi was moving.

"Hmph!" Mo Guihai didn't make a move, but he only heard a cold snort, and Ji Rong was fixed on the spot. The tyrannical sword qi subsided, the boiling spiritual power hibernated, the sword stopped trembling, and the following Rong took the shape of a sculpture.

"Old immortal, you have to take care of your juniors, otherwise the gods will not be able to save this tree. Mo Guihai's gaze swept over Ji Rong's shoulder, facing Ji Rong's eyes.

Ji Rong has been subdued, but Mo Guihai has no intention of retracting his sword. Compared with these people around him, Mo Guihai believes in himself more. As the shepherd of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, his affection for this evergreen tree. From the sometimes clenched, sometimes relaxed hands, you can see one or two.

There was a roar of dragons and phoenixes in the sky, and I saw a purple dragon and a red phoenix descending from the sky.

"Fengling Sword?!" Mo Guihai's eyes widened, and he looked at Ji Rong behind Ji Rong again.

"Hmm......" Ji Li grinned, matching the appearance of that old age. When he laughs, he has no teeth in his mouth, and he looks so weird and terrifying. "It seems that Dao Mu and my Yijian Sect have already formed a cause and effect. "The more amiable you are, the more you feel like you're alive.

Boom!

The sword was put into the sheath, and Dao Mu was down-to-earth, "This is the Ascending Dragon Sword, from the Sword Machine Pavilion." The tone is indifferent, the face is cold, and when he talks about panic, his face does not change, and his heart does not panic.

After speaking, Dao Mu no longer paid attention to others, and his hands lingered, like the purple qi that holds up the morning sun every day. Pressing on the trunk of the tree, the evergreen tree trembled violently, and the sawdust poured down like a waterfall.

The whole evergreen tree seems to have been ravaged by wood insects, ravines and holes are all over, and the whole evergreen tree seems to have been hollowed out.

The last wisp of pastoral power poured into the evergreen tree, and Dao Mu breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the face is pale, the body is like a sifting chaff, the sweat is like a spring, a few drops in the mouth, sweet and salty.

"It's over?" Mo Guihai looked at Dao Mu with hope, his voice trembling.

"Everything has just begun...... Dao Mu took out a candy made by the Weaver Girl, and his hands trembled like a weight. When the candy is entered, the sweetness instantly fills the whole body, and the sweetness is sweetened. "I heard, you have a shepherd fruit?" said Dao Mu smiled like a five or six-year-old child.

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