"Mu Hao's matter, you don't have to take action, pass the order, among all walks of life, attack on..."

His voice was hoarse, but it made the two old men breathe a sigh of relief, after all, if they were to trouble Mu Hao again, the thought of the Great Elder's death would be extremely terrifying.

As long as they don't trouble Mu Hao, it won't be a big deal for them.

"Yes..."

The two nodded again and again, the sect master in front of them was moody, he couldn't figure out his thoughts at all, and he didn't dare to say much, they all turned into Changhong and left, and here, only the old man was left.

He stood there with his sleeves brushed, and the whole heaven and earth shook with him, and his gaze, gradually, fell on the river Styx in front of the first shadow.

"Below the heavens, it is not easy to kill him, above the heavens and men, and there are people who bless that small country, could it be that I can't really get it back..."

His brows furrowed at the moment, he was a monk of the Tang Dynasty, and he was in retreat in the battle that the Tang Dynasty was destroyed, and he didn't know it, otherwise, the result would definitely be different.

He didn't know if Mr. Guigu was still living in this world, and the palm of the nine demon shadows before was testing the Guigu, but this palm fell, and Mr. Guigu did not appear.

"If I have a complete ten immortal bones, I am not afraid of this ghost valley, but here in that Mu Hao, with the followers of the ancient land by my side, even if it is me, I can't take it forcibly..."

He muttered at the moment, he didn't expect that Mu Hao, who had always been a chess piece in his eyes, would make him feel difficult and want to send a celestial, but with his senior sister here, he was also sent to death in vain, the ninth step of the gods, went, because Mu Hao's ghost body was also dead.

He was a little helpless, but there were ten immortal bones, one was missing, and the mark in that one was completely erased by Mu Hao, and he couldn't control it at all, so to speak, it was an ownerless thing.

A sigh came from the first shadow, spreading far away.

At this moment, Mu Hao returned to the Heavenly Array Sect, and when he came back, almost every disciple of the Heavenly Array Sect grew up listening to Mu Hao's story, and when he saw the real person at this moment, he was naturally extremely excited.

The Heavenly Array Sect has also changed a little, next to Mu Hao's statue, there is a figure casting spells, it seems that it is a new statue, this new statue, now, has appeared outline, Mu Hao can see that this statue is Mu Qingyun's.

It was not that he asked everyone to build this statue, but that everyone volunteered to build a statue in order to remember that night, that figure, and the vitality that was exchanged for life.

Mu Qingyun's injuries were also gradually getting better under many pills, Mu Hao came to Mu Qingyun's side at this moment, no one knew about his appearance, and Mu Qingyun didn't notice it.

He saw that beside Mu Qingyun, there was a little girl at this moment, this little girl was sitting obediently beside Mu Qingyun, looking very smart, with a childish voice, resounding in this small house.

This little girl, called Niuniu, is sitting next to Mu Qingyun at this moment, telling one story after another, the stories she knows, among the stories, there are immortals flying, there are beautiful women singing, and there is also a story, she will cry when she tells it.

Mu Hao smiled, didn't bother, turned around, walked out of the house, his footsteps paused, and in the house behind him, there was a ballad, the song was immature, but it was very sweet.

He liked this atmosphere very much, looking at the hard work of those disciples below, he was very energetic, and a soft cry came out, he turned to look, that is, his father.

He walked over with a smile, and the father and son came to a deep hug, and beside him, there was his mother, and when he saw the two of them, there was peace in his eyes, and his eyebrows showed a sense of happiness and satisfaction.

"Let's go, let's catch up with the old days..."

A family of three stepped into the cave mansion, with wine and food on the table, hot, Mu Hao was not restrained, and his father told the vast world outside this secluded country.

There was laughter, floating out of the cave, and it seemed that he hadn't laughed for a long, long time.

Night, quietly descended, Mu Hao came to the top of the mountain, just lay there, holding his head in his hands, quietly looking at the stars above the sky, each one was very dazzling.

What he likes is this kind of ordinary life, so ordinary that he can not think about those deceitful things, he can not think about cultivation, he can hear laughter...

His idea is too simple for most people, so simple that they don't think that this will be a wish, only Mu Hao knows how difficult it is to realize this wish.

"A hundred years later, the ancient road comes, hey, is there only a hundred years..."

He shook his head, simply stopped thinking about it, and then, snapped his fingers, and after this snap of his fingers, a face appeared in the starry sky that he looked up at at this moment.

That was Yin Ting, Mu Hao looked at this illusory face and smiled slightly.

"I remember, I once said that I wanted to take you to the sky, but I never thought that I would also come this far..."

"I don't know, how are you doing..."

Mu Hao looked at the face in the starry sky, and his eyes showed reminiscence.

When he was eight years old, he made a wish to Meteor, wanting to protect the girl who loved him behind him for the rest of his life, that was his wish, and when he made his wish, he was very serious and firm.

When she was a child, she liked to watch the moon, because at that time, she didn't know who her biological parents were, so she could only complain to Mingyue, and could only whisper to the wind, hoping that the gust of wind that listened to her words could blow to her parents and let them listen.

Perhaps, there was a gust of wind that did not dissipate and blew there, but they did not hear the whispers of the wind, but only felt that when the wind blew on their cheeks, it set off ripples of longing.

Under the moon, he often took her to the small slope of the back mountain, just holding hands, lying there, counting the stars in the sky, counting and counting, the voice gradually weakened, and finally, the voice became a slight breathing sound, and the two of them had gradually fallen asleep.

In the dream, they were still holding hands, still making wishes under the starry sky, and still impatiently counting the stars.

The earth is the bed, the stars are the quilt, the wind is the wedding dress, he is the lang...

......

Mu Hao thought about it, I don't know when he fell asleep, as if he had fallen asleep, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, I don't know, what he dreamed of, but it must have been a very sweet dream.

The next day, it was already noon, he slowly opened his eyes, he seemed to have not slept so soundly for a long, long time, even he rarely dreamed, rarely slept, most of the time, he was practicing.

He even felt that his cultivation had improved a lot after this sleep.

"Perhaps, I'm too tired..."

He stretched and twisted his body even more, his bones crackling.

"If I'm not here, I won't be at ease..."

He rose into the air at this moment, directly submerged into the clouds, 850,000 formations appeared, and then, in front of him, a butterfly was formed.

If his formation pattern breaks through one million, the power of the formation can shake the heavens, and if it is the nine-gravity blessing formation, not to mention the direct killing, it is almost the same.

In the sky, there was a roaring sound, as if there was a great terror, and after a long time, Mu Hao flew out of the heavenly dome, looking at the butterfly, he was also much relieved.

Heaven and man do not come out, and no one can shake the hidden country.

"The cultivation of the hidden kingdom listens to the order, from today onwards, within ten days, every noon, I will preach, how much I can comprehend, it depends on your creation..."

Mu Hao's voice, in an instant, spread throughout the Youguo, his words, no one will question it, and even because Mu Hao is lucky in the Youguo, his words have turned into Dao sound and spread in all directions.

Noon came quietly, and no one saw him, but he sat alone on the top of the mountain and spoke slowly.

"The cultivation of my generation is to go against the sky, from the mortal to the holy..."

"The monk's journey is to seize the transformation in life and death, and it is to seek a glimmer of life in the shadow of the sword and sword..."

"Therefore, for the grasp of timing, every decision you make is related to life and death, this is the mind..."

......

Mu Hao's voice spread throughout the country, as if it had become the truth, and at the end, Mu Hao talked about his perception of cultivation, which was like a treasure for them, and could avoid many detours.

It is precisely because of these insights that they know how many dangers Mu Hao has encountered here, so they have such an understanding.

Ten days is not much, but for the people of the Hidden Kingdom, it is an unusual ten days, which is difficult for ordinary monks to hear, but it is said to them.

"What is the realm of virtuousness, that is a watershed, different from the realm of three days, the most direct is the comprehension of space, its footwork, is to shrink the ground into inches..."

"You see this world as a painting, the world in the painting is the world of all of you, fixed ink painting, only when you have cultivated to the virtuous realm, can you fade this own ink and wash and jump out of this painting, the person who jumps out is the virtuous realm, and no matter how strong the monk in the painting is, he can't touch the person who has jumped out of this painting, but that person can touch you..."

......

On this day, because of Mu Hao's preaching, it rained, this light rain, every drop of rain, contains the power of Mu Hao's cultivation, falling on the monk, can purify the dark disease, fall on the flowers and plants, can add vitality.

This rain is nectar, even for the monks, Mu Hao's words turned into one impact after another, constantly shaking their hearts.

Mu Hao's sermon this time was deeper than when he preached in Youguo for the first time, after all, their cultivation has improved a lot, and even his father has benefited a lot because of the sequence, and he has stepped into the ancient sage.

"Look at the rain in the sky, every drop is very small, insignificant"

"But if the rain keeps falling, one day, it will become a river, and you may not be able to cross this river..."

"The path of cultivation is the process of rain falling into streams, gathering streams into rivers, and turning rivers into seas, as long as you can experience these countless births and deaths, you can also become a river that others cannot cross, and even become a sea that they can't see..."

Mu Hao's words, the impact formed was too great, and they were shocked one by one, breathing rapidly, as if for the first time, they had seen the vast world.

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