"I've thought about it, whether it's dealing with Nalan Yu's 'Three Swords Covenant' or finding 'Yanyou', the only way to do it is to use the power of 'Shuyu'. Although Nalan Yu is hiding his strength now, he can attract the cold jade glazed platform, presumably Lingyuan cultivation must have reached the ultimate realm. ”

Murong Lei was able to make such a decision and judgment, which was not what she thought, but was analyzed from the third brother Murong Can before.

But Murong Can has always been loose-minded, saying more and doing less, unless the Murong clan really reaches the moment of life and death, he will not take any action easily.

"Now these conjectures of yours are just speculation, not convincing, and too unfounded. The Murong clan has a deep heritage, and you have been in the current world all these years, so you naturally know very little. To deal with Nalan Yu alone, it is far from necessary to mobilize the crowd so much. ”

Murong Xun said solemnly and explained slowly. Obviously, his attitude is the same as that of his daughter Murong Bi, and he is unwilling to tell him, so he prevaricates.

But the only difference is that after all, Murong Xun is the elder of the current generation of elders in the clan, and his understanding of the Murong clan is naturally greater than that of Murong Lei. It's just that the perennial premonition and several recent events have made her faintly worried in her heart, and the Murong clan may really underestimate the enemy this time.

"The patriarch strictly ordered that until this matter is resolved, the descendants of the younger generation in the present world should not be recalled. So, you better go back. Moreover, you are not responsible for this. ”

After another kind and comforting voice, Murong Xun sighed with relief, and then fell into silence and never said a word again.

Murong Lei stood in front of the curtain for a long time, and she knew the result of this request to see Murong Xun in her heart, and finally her red lips pursed slightly, and she turned around and left abruptly.

"Could it be that our clan has indeed produced a 'heart-washing' person now?"

Murong Xun slowly closed his eyes again, his face was solemn, and he muttered with curiosity and surprise in his heart.

At the edge of the pavilion in the center of the lake, the grass on the shallow side is thick, and the bluestone path winds and stretches, and the lake extends to the quiet elegant house in front of it.

"It seems that the first step must start with convincing my father."

Murong Lei walked along the lakeside with her head down, pondering in her heart, recalling the previous scene of repeated rejections, and the reason for this was because of the patriarch's rejection and disapproval of the 'heart-washing' person. Therefore, for a hundred years, the Jade Sword has always been sealed, and no one has ever been in charge of it again.

However, the jade sword was not held by the Murong clan thousands of years ago.

In that ancient period, as the first holder of the Jade Sword and one of the two great sages of the Eldest Sun Clan, the eldest grandson Niyu, was the last owner of the otherworldly holy beast 'Ice Crown Phoenix' painted in the mysterious painting hanging on the wall of Murong Xun's current residence.

At the time of the convergence of yin and yang before the advent of the Floating Heavenly Tribulation, the eldest grandson Niyu completely condensed the tears of the phoenix into the hilt of the sword, and from then on, the power of the original violent Saint Xuanjing of the Jade Sword was able to be purified by restraint.

Its sword body is as transparent as glass, and it has become the only softest holy object in the two worlds!

However, the Jade Sword, which could be held by Lingyuan as long as he cultivated deep enough, became a person who only recognized 'Shuxin' after being condensed into the tears of the phoenix like the eldest grandson Niyu.

And the so-called 'gargling heart' means that the person in charge of the magic sword must have the bloodline or mental inheritance of at least two of the four races in the other world.

Slowly withdrawing his thoughts from his memory, Murong Lei raised her head lightly, and she didn't know when she came to the residence of Murong Xi, who was in charge of the mirror.

Surrounded by water on all sides, it is located on a small island in the north corner of the lake, and there is only a quiet path around the lake in the southeast, which is several miles around the lake. Murong Lei didn't expect that she had unknowingly gone so far.

Because she originally planned to go to the Dust House, which is the living place of her father Murong Yuan.

However, just as Murong Lei stopped in front of the small bamboo hut in front of Tingxuan, hesitating, and preparing to turn back, the white feather halo in front of her suddenly shrouded her, and there were bursts of snow-purple spatial aura around her, rippling and spreading.

The closed door quietly opened, and a shadow of a white dress flashed out, and it quietly appeared in front of Murong Lei.

"Aunt Xi."

Murong Lei looked up at the veiled snow-skirted woman in front of her, and the familiar autumn water eyes came into her eyes, making her look slightly sluggish, and after a while, she hurriedly came back to her senses and bowed respectfully.

Although Murong Xi is Murong Lei's aunt in terms of generation, the age of the two is actually almost the same, and even in terms of appearance, Murong Xi, who is as fair as snow, looks a little younger than Murong Lei.

"Leil? Why did you come to my Tingtingxuan? ”

Unlike Murong Xun, the deacon elder who had a calm temperament and was not moved, Murong Xi was only slightly surprised by Murong Lei's appearance for a moment, and then asked softly, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his voice was calm.

"No, nothing. I was going to look for my father in the dusty house, but I forgot the way in my heart, and before I knew it, I came here. I'm really sorry to disturb Aunt Xi Qingxiu. ”

In Murong Lei's heart, she also had a lot of respect and love for her aunt, Murong Xi, who was also the current head of the Murong clan, so she retreated slightly and hurriedly explained again.

"You're going to see the patriarch?"

Murong Xidai raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in her words, and seeing that Murong Lei nodded in confirmation, she slowly raised her head: "The patriarch is not in the dust house." ”

"It's okay, I can go and wait first."

Murong Lei's pretty face flashed with a different color, but she quickly replied with a calm smile.

"Looking at you like this, it should be for the purpose of proposing to the patriarch to revise the clan rules, right?"

Murong Xifeng's eyes condensed slightly, his gaze fell on Murong Lei's face, and he asked softly tentatively.

"How would Aunt Xi know?" Murong Lei was surprised, obviously she hadn't mentioned this matter to others, so she immediately asked rhetorically.

"I heard the conversation between you and the patriarch in front of the hall last night. I can guess what you think. ”

Murong Xi was as calm as water, and her words did not show any emotional waves, but when they fell on Murong Lei's ears, her eyes lit up, and her heart suddenly changed, and she took a step forward and asked Murong Xi to speak.

"Now that you know everything, Aunt Xi, can you suggest this to your father?"

"Everything in life has its own certainty. The cause of the catastrophe should be a new beginning. Although the Murong clan has suffered this catastrophe now, the period of the shadow has not yet arrived, and the time is not ripe. Therefore, this matter is not something you and I can change. Even if you try to persuade the patriarch at this time, it is doomed to nothing. ”

"Lei'er doesn't understand, can't we do anything now?"

Murong Xi's Zen language contains the floating Tianji, which is the unique psychic heavenly will technique of the saints of all ethnic groups. So in this regard, Murong Lei did not doubt and refute, but she was still a little anxious in her heart, and it was difficult to hide the faint worry in her mind.

"Not necessarily. God rewards hard work, and no matter how or when a crisis comes, it's always beneficial to plan ahead. ”

"Then Aunt Xi, what should I do now?"

Murong Lei's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she looked at Murong Xi with a straight face, respectfully seeking a way to deal with it. She didn't stay in Xiangxiu Valley for long, so she really didn't want to leave with worries. Therefore, he must help the Murong clan survive this unknown and hidden catastrophe.

"You go back to the world and bring Qing'er and 'Su Jin' back to Xiangxiu together."

"Take Qing'er back to Xiangxiu? But—"

The peaceful voice came quietly, but Murong Lei's expression changed suddenly, as if she was a little incredulous, and wanted to confirm the question, but she hesitated a little.

"I know your worries. Go ahead, this time, I think she'll be back. ”

His gaze fell on Murong Lei's slightly entangled complex face, Murong Xi hesitated for a moment, his beautiful eyes flowed, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly replied lightly.

"Okay, I'll try. But I really can't guarantee that Qing'er is willing to come back. As for 'Su Hibiscus', I once asked Qing'er, but she didn't know where it was. ”

Murong Lei's red lips pursed lightly, and there seemed to be a trace of doubt and confusion in her heart about Murong Xi's answer.

"When the time comes, 'Su Jin' will appear. Rather than speculate here, let's take action. You tell me? ”

Murong Xi smiled indifferently again, the Mid-Autumn Festival waves in his bright eyes were widespread, and the white mist and brilliance flashed away, and the words were still as calm as water.

"I see, thank you, Aunt Xi."

After a short period of silent thought, Murong Lei suddenly raised her head, her pretty face also showed a bright color, and after thanking Murong Xi, she turned around and left quickly.

And looking at Murong Lei's shadow walking away, Murong Xi's eyes were always indifferent, but there was a slight change. That touch of faint autumn water-like gentleness, brewing little by little, finally converged, turned into a drop of crystal, overflowing from the eye socket.

Murong Xi stretched out his white jade hand, and his fingertips were entwined with Xuan Qi, condensing this drop of crystal in the void, allowing it to slowly rotate and move. There seemed to be a familiar girl's shadow in the crystal, which made Murong Xi finally have that momentary emotion.

"I hope that after this catastrophe, we can really resolve this period of love and hatred that has lasted for nearly a hundred years. It's just such a heavy responsibility, but why does it have to fall on a young girl in the flower season to bear it......"

Pingyang District, Songhai City, hilly mountains in the northern suburbs.

This is the first stop into the suburbs of Songhai City, the car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and two shadows walked out of it. It was Mo Qingyu and Liu Qingyi who came from Santa Fe.

"Qingyi, this way, follow me."

Mo Qingyu's beautiful eyes wandered, her eyes simply looked around, waved to Liu Qingyi beside her, and walked quickly towards a mountain path. Seeing this, Liu Qingyi behind her frowned lightly and hurriedly followed.

In front of the mysterious blue European-style castle, there is a wide gravel clearing, surrounded by dense pine forests, hidden in the depths of the mountains, and there is only one path, which winds its way into and down the mountain.

And at this moment, on the edge of this quiet gravel square, Mo Qingyu and Liu Qingyi, two young shadows, quietly appeared, and walked towards the center of the clearing.

"This is it, they should have had an argument with Shao Yang yesterday."