Ming Yuxue playfully spit out her fragrant tongue, made a grimace, and said, "People are used to it in Wujian Cave! Moreover, Yuxue doesn't like it either!"

Ming Ruo was speechless, her own disciple, she still didn't understand. seems to be as proud as a goddess, but in fact, it is like a child who can't grow up. She didn't know how gentle Ming Yuxue was in front of Mo Yun, otherwise, she would never think so again.

How many faces, which one is the real her? Is it a cold and arrogant goddess, a naughty and coquettish girl, or a gentle and lovely pretty woman, or a female Zhuge who is as wise as a demon?

Under Ming Ruo's gaze, Ming Yuxue pouted, reluctantly put on a white veil embroidered with a golden phoenix, her eyes were teary, and she seemed to be very aggrieved.

Mingruo lowered his head, couldn't help but stroke his forehead, and said with a wry smile: "I know! You girl, even threw away your shoes?

Ming Yuxue buried her head aggrievedly, her body writhed uneasily, and the perfect curve was presented. Fortunately, there is no one else here, otherwise......

Extremely reluctantly put on a pair of phoenix cloud-stepping boots, Ming Yuxue behaved like a child, her eyes blinked, and she looked at Mingruo pitifully. She raised her head slightly, her black pupils turning, and her surroundings were watery, as if she was talking.

Ming Ruo is satisfied with her chin, in front of Ming Yuxue, she is a master!

"Yuxue, don't sneak out to play without permission, otherwise you'll ......"

"No, Yu Xue listens to Shizun's words the most, and is the most well-behaved!" The two eyes kept turning, following behind Ming Ruo, before asking, "Is Shizun here to pick me up?" Wow, Shizun is the best for me!"

Only then did the Peak Master of Wujian Peak remember the purpose of his trip and replied, "Master Venerable will not be an unpredictable prophet! Today, I am here to welcome a disciple out of the customs!"

"Oh~!" Ming Yuxue seemed to be disappointed, pouted, and asked, "Is it the brother in the Wujian Cave, he is fine in it!"

Ming Ruo was immediately vigilant: "The stinky boy didn't bully you, did he?"

As if she didn't see Mingruo's concern, she replied happily: "No, he's a stupid person, hehe! He said that he must break through the sword master inside, otherwise he won't come out!"

His brows furrowed, a worried look rose between his eyebrows, he grabbed Ming Yuxue, and asked seriously: "Yuxue, tell Shizun, is that really what the stinky boy said?"

"Yes!" Ming Yuxue nodded suddenly, with cunning in her eyes, and pretended to answer honestly, "Brother said, if you don't break through the sword master, you won't come out!

His eyes opened, and Ming Ruo believed her words, and stopped in place, thinking about something.

"In that case, Yu Xue, let's go! I also want to see how much time it will take the stinky boy to break through to the sword master!"

"Hehe, it won't be long! My brother said that he will definitely appear in the big competition of the sect, and use thunder means to win the leader, even the so-called hidden demon of the sect, and he will also fail!"

"The hidden demon, did you say it?" Mingruo turned his back to her and didn't see it.

"It's someone who is careless!"

Looking at Ming Yuxue's aggrieved and pitiful appearance, Ming Ruo's heart softened. She took Ming Yuxue's hand and said, "Shizun didn't blame you! That stinky boy, sooner or later, will also know, anyway, it's not a bad thing! However, the so-called hidden demons are just a group of geniuses who claim to be demons, where can he have his general luck and strength! I'm afraid, as soon as he becomes a sword master, there will be no peers in the sect who can suppress him!"

"Of course, my brother is the most powerful!" Ming Yuxue became proud, raising her head proudly, like a victorious general.

Mingruo only regarded her as a little girl's worship emotion, and didn't care.

"Such a character is destined not to be ordinary!" Ming Ruo only dropped a sentence, pulled Ming Yuxue, and walked forward. One is a stunning woman like a charming young woman, and the other is a charming woman who is only eighteen years old, but the former actually holds the latter's hand, no matter what, it feels weird.

Mingruo didn't feel it. She is the most fond of this disciple. In Ming Ruo's heart, Ming Yuxue is like a child who will never grow up and needs her own care.

In a trance, my thoughts flew back to the winter of eighteen years ago, when it was snowing with goose feathers.

It was in that cold and unforgiving winter that she accidentally picked up Mingyuxue, which was only a few months old, in a small mountain village. The small mountain village is full of weirdness, and the biggest suspicion is that there is no one left, only the cry of children.

Strange to say, on a snowy day with a cold wind and howling, the baby's cry actually came far away, attracting her. Ordinary babies may not be able to withstand the cruel cold for a long time.

What's even more strange is that if Ming Ruo picked her up and held her in his arms, the little cutie immediately stopped crying and laughed happily, as pleasant as a silver bell.

Ming Yuxue was brought back by her. But she couldn't imagine how terrifying Ming Yuxue's talent in cultivation was! She began to practice kendo at the age of five, and became a high-level sword king at the age of eighteen!

single-handedly brought Mingyuxue up, and it is precisely because of this that she loves Mingyuxue very much, just like her daughter.

Mingruo's mind gradually returned, staring at Ming Yuxue, who had already been slim, and his eyes were filled with love. She thought of Mo Yun again, and a thought rose in her mind, and she couldn't wave it away!

True Sword Peak, Sword Terrace.

The mountain wind is howling, the clouds are rolling up, the aura is dense, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal. A red figure, as before, appeared on time. The soft sword in his hand turned into a silver dragon, and the light and shadow flashed, dazzling.

She is as cold as ice on the outside, rejecting people thousands of miles away, but there is a fire burning in her heart, like blood stained in red clothes. A cold heart has long been tied to a person. There had never been a moment, as at this time, her heart had already been in turmoil.

The heart is full of cyan figures, and I want to forget, but I remember it more and more clearly. I remember his edge, his domineering, his anger at the crown, his resolute and enthusiastic smile, his murderous madness, and his heroism in slashing opponents.

With a swing of the sword, an almost invisible sword qi suddenly flew out. She stomped her foot angrily and wanted to throw the sword down, but the thoughts in her heart were telling her: she can't be left behind, this trick is goodbye!

Jiang Yue squatted on the ground, hiding her face with her hands, tears in her eyes, and couldn't help but slip down. The usual cold arrogance is long gone. Beauty, a lot of reduction!

She sobbed quietly, her thin shoulders shaking.

At this moment, her feelings could no longer be hidden, and her long-suppressed emotions erupted and turned into a rain of tears.

It's been two years, and Mo Yun hasn't had a trace of news since he entered the Wujian Cave. Although Wu Jianfeng had sent a message early on that he was in retreat and cultivating, she couldn't help but worry.

"My junior brother, don't you show up yet? Do you know how I'm doing!"

In the past two years, Jiang Yue has turned the feelings in her heart into strength, just to avoid being pulled down, her cultivation has reached the eighth order swordsman at this moment, which is enough to be proud of most sect disciples.

She knew that this was far from enough, and her own entry was not enough! But her innate qualifications limited her, no matter how hard she tried, her cultivation speed would not be fast! Being able to reach the eighth order swordsman was already her greatest effort. In the past two years, almost all of the time, she has been cultivating.

"I want to follow your footsteps, even if there is only your back left in my world!" Jiang Yue vented enough, gently wiped away her tears, and whispered to herself at the word Jiantai. The voice is like a cry, containing endless determination.

Next to the jasper bamboo forest, Long Ling was silent a lot, and in two years, his cultivation also successfully broke through to the sword master, and even went further, reaching the third-order sword master. But this cultivation also made him unhappy! It had been two years, and Mo Yun had never heard from him again.

It was as if he had been extinguished in the Sword Cave!

What they held on to was only one belief, the belief that Mo Yun would return! Their little junior disciple was pulled up by him from the sect ceremony, and then he was tested for the qualifications of the spirit body, and then he resolutely joined the True Sword Peak. The time they have been together has only been half a year, but their feelings are not measurable by time.

"Little junior brother, you'll be back, right! Our agreement is still there, isn't it? Sect ceremony, you will appear, you will fight other main line disciples, and raise the divine power of my True Sword Peak!"

"Seeing that there is still half a year left, where are you, are you really in the Wujian Cave?" Long Ling's expression was gloomy, he grabbed a jasper bamboo with hatred, and squeezed it suddenly, and his huge hand burst out, pinching the jasper bamboo so loudly that it almost shattered.

The green tendons burst out, and he was depressed in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his head and howl loudly.

"Ho~!"

"Little junior brother, you come back for me, we've been waiting too long!" Long Ling silently lowered his head with a depressed expression. The Changyuan Sword was held in his hand, but he couldn't stop trembling, and the slightest edge bloomed, much stronger than before.

"Without you, no matter how strong our strength is! If you don't show up again, we will be angry! Do you want to break your word and forget your own promises? There is only one month left in the Sword Codex, but there is no news of you, and I can't do anything about it, senior brother!"

"If you hear me, appear quickly!"

Outside the True Sword Palace.

A blood-colored dragon flew and roared. The bladeless giant sword slashes the general, the blood on it shines, the runes are activated, and every blow is immense!

"Ho, pull the peak!"

With a loud shout, a phantus of a mountain peak appeared in the air more than ten zhang high, and the blood and qi on it were swirling and rising endlessly. The next moment, the mountain peak fell abruptly.

"Boom~!"

The ground trembled violently, dense cracks were everywhere, and smoke and dust were mighty. Huang Fei's giant sword slashed to the ground, and the whole person was half-kneeling, not moving.

Somehow, he thought of the arrogant cyan figure again, the invincible figure of the madman who could slash the high-level swordsman.

He said that chasing in this life, even if it is the back! Because Mo Yun is an existence worthy of his hard work. Huang Fei lowered his head slightly, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

He sighed heavily, staring at his sword in a daze.

In the days without Mo Yun, it seemed that there was no motivation for cultivation, although his progress had surpassed the past, and it could be said that he had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Swordsman, this is his strength! Even if he has just stepped in, he is proud enough!

"It's really not for us to worry! Well, I'll give us a message, so that we don't have to worry about it, which is a kind of torment for me!"

"If you reappear, I will follow you! You will always be my target!"