The night had fallen.

Although Mozong has a big family and a lot of luxury, not everyone can do this, who can wear brocade clothes, who can only wear linen clothes, they are all divided into three, six, nine and so on. So this person's room is inevitably shabby, there is a musty smell in the humid air, Qiu Fang doesn't like to talk to people, and after coming back, he just lies down with his clothes, closing his eyes and recuperating. Wait a little longer, he still has something to do.

"It's also a big sect, even if we don't have fine clothes and food, we can have a milder place to live." A thick-eyed and big-eyed teenager was grumbling, he patted the somewhat moist quilt vigorously, the corners of his mouth twitched down, and his dissatisfaction overflowed.

The short boy next to him looked around, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and persuaded in a low voice: "You can be quiet, people will hear it for a while, and you can't eat and walk around." ”

"Hmph." The young man who spoke at first snorted coldly, remembering the cruel words that the plump woman had let go of during the day, and he didn't dare to talk about it anymore.

Although Qiu Fang didn't answer, he squinted slightly, taking in the full view of this scene.

When I arrived here, I was still picking fat and thin, maybe I was a down-and-out rich kid, Qiu Fang thought silently in his heart. Except for this thick-eyed boy, the other young men didn't have any strange behavior, after all, the peasant children had long been used to this. Even Wu Qiufang, a disciple of the Dongji Sect who has no shortage of food and drink, is not surprised because of the simple life of the Taoist and the already humid mountain climate.

He had only one thought in his heart, hoping that everyone would go to bed early and then sneak out to explore the wind.

He Wangshu said that the spirit bird has been probing for many days, and the Mo Sect has seen it, and now that the enchantment has been tampered with, starting tonight, the Mo Sect will certainly relax its vigilance, and it is a good time for Wu Qiufang's activities. Thinking of this, the young man made up his mind, after all, spying on intelligence is not trivial for him now, once the matter is revealed, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to get out of the gate of the Mo Sect alive.

Even if he dies, he has to see Master again. He teased himself in his heart.

"Have you heard, there is a courtyard in the deepest part of the house, and there are ghosts and demons singing in it every night, I'm afraid that some monsters will come to ask for their lives."

The short man had just persuaded others to complain less, but he had picked everyone up in fear.

"Phew, strange powers, there are no demons and monsters in the world." A lean man in the corner was arranging the futon, and when he heard the words, he spat loudly, and his eyebrows showed disdain, and he could see that he had read the books of sages for a few years, and he was not as afraid as others.

"You don't understand this, there are immortals in the sky, and there are demons on the earth, you haven't seen it, how do you know if you don't?" The short man was not convinced, and retorted unrelentingly.

"Have you seen that?" The lean man sneered, picking at the thorns mercilessly, leaving the short man speechless, it seems that this man is not a good match.

Qiu Fang had no intention of getting involved in these boring topics, and the people in the room were usually afraid that they hadn't even seen two cultivators who could control the sky, and they were still talking about immortals and demons, after all, they were just imaginary in their hearts. Thinking of this, the boy stopped listening to the noise around him and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

But before he could live for a while, Qiu Fang's clothes were torn by something, and he turned back suspiciously, and saw that it was a little boy who had been lying on the bunk.

Most of the people here are in peasant families, and they grew up in peasant families, because it was difficult for the family to make ends meet, so they sold the men into Mozong to do some errands for mixed rice for a few pieces of broken silver. Under this situation, emaciation can be said to be a common feature of everyone, especially when wearing the ill-fitting cloth distributed by the Mo Sect, it looks even thinner.

The little boy who pulled Qiufang seemed to be a year or two younger than Qiufang, and his yellow-skinned appearance made people feel a little sympathetic. The difference is that the other subordinates do some farm work, and although they look thin, at least their complexion is dark and healthy, but the little boy in front of him looks more like he has been hungry for several days, and his body is weak.

"Big brother, I... Some are afraid. The young man's eyes flickered as he spoke.

Qiu Fang subconsciously wanted to care about one or two, but after thinking about it, it would be better to have less to do here, so he pretended to be cold and threw down a sentence: "If you fall asleep, you won't be afraid." ”

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Fang turned his head with guilt, ignoring the hot gaze behind him, and calculated his own important things.

When he went down the mountain, Yan Qingyun told him not to forget to practice, but in the past few days of going down the mountain, he has done a lot of things, but all his homework has been lost, and he is not ashamed in his heart.

A few days ago, Yan Qingyun sent a message from thousands of miles to ask him to learn a few sword moves from Xiong Junqi, even if Qiu Fang was unwilling, it could not be said to be repulsive. But such a good opportunity was interrupted by the people of Black Shadow and Zhenghou Mountain, and now he is in danger alone, going deep into the hinterland of the Mo Sect, I am afraid that he will not be able to concentrate on cultivation for a long time.

But then again, although there were no new gains in the moves, in actual combat, the young man was on a higher level.

Yan Qingyun's ability to kill people, in the whole world, except for the top two in the Killing Pavilion, no one can match it. But one yard is one yard, when it comes to the ability to preach and solve doubts, he will always read according to the book, saying that he is at the bottom of the line, so that Wu Qiufang has practiced for 16 years, and he has been knowledgeable about the way and sword moves.

In this world, there is no strict level for the exercises, and whatever you do has its own use, and it is extremely rare to be able to stabilize one head. What's more, they only practice moves, but do not practice exercises, just like the people of the East Pole Gate, every time they master a charm, their Taoism and mana will be further refined, and they don't need the icing on the cake to bless them. Therefore, every time there is a fight, it all depends on the cultivator's use of skills.

Although Qiu Fang knows a lot, he can use very little. It is like a piece of jade, but it is only hidden in the rough stone, and it has not been dissected, let alone carved in detail, so that the best strategy can not be found in the battle with others.

Since the day he saw Xiong Junqi's earth-shattering sword, he seemed to have become more confused. Uncle Shi took out the sword, almost back to the basics, there was no specific move or style, and he did not use the sword that he regarded as his life, but he could make everyone present feel that there was a sword cut down from the sky, the coercion was huge, and the sword aura was rampant.

For Wu Qiufang, who has been instilled by Yan Qingyun since he was a child, how to draw a talisman and how to shoot a sword, it is undoubtedly a huge impact.

There is no trick to win, these five big words hovered in his heart, making him puzzled.

Before he could think clearly, the sound of snoring interrupted his thoughts, and the freshness of this group of subordinates finally subsided, and they could be regarded as falling asleep one after another.

Qiu Fang silently complained in his heart, if it was like this every night, then his actions might be a little difficult. After all, cultivators have never been able to escape the prohibition of being human, and they also have to eat and sleep.

People move as they like, since everyone is asleep, Qiu Fang's figure will naturally go out, with his ability, it is easy to cover the eyes and ears of this group of subordinates.

But the huge Mo Sect, where should he start, this can't help but make the young man a little difficult.

"Go to the backyard." As if knowing the young man's hesitation, a familiar voice sounded from Qiu Fang's side in time.

Qiu Fang was horrified in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he calmed down again, he knew that this was He Wangshu's voice.

"Uncle Shi?" Qiu Fang lowered his voice and called out loud.

"Here." He Wangshu's voice sounded in the dark again, causing Qiu Fang's eyes to look around.

What caught Qiu Fang's eyes was a black spirit bird, and if it weren't for his eyesight, it would have been difficult to find the bird's location.

"Uncle Shi, didn't you say that the birds won't come again tonight?" Qiu Fang's voice was still low, and his body was squeezing into the shadows.

"Hey, just because you don't come doesn't mean you're not there." The blackbird let out a strange laugh, the bird was opening its mouth, but it was He Wangshu's voice that came out, which made the listener feel extremely weird.

As soon as he heard this, Wu Qiufang knew that after he and He Wangshu came in last night, He Wangshu left the black spirit bird and never took it away.

Now that he has talked about the right thing, He Wangshu no longer rambles, and said quite seriously: "This enchantment has been controlled by me nine times out of ten, and there are all the changes in spiritual power, and there is something wrong in the backyard." ”

Wu Qiufang thought about the rumors he had heard in the room before, and swept around with the corner of his eye, for fear that someone would suddenly come out and break their actions.

"However, be careful, this mana fluctuation is very strange. I didn't expect that on this first day, we would serve such a hard dish, our luck is really..."The first half of He Wangshu's sentence is still very serious, but the second half of the sentence can't help but be proud.

But before he could finish speaking, Wu Qiufang quickly pinched the bird's beak, and his body sank down, merging with the darkness.

Who's this?

Wu Qiufang's heart was shocked, he crouched in the shadows with concentration, his eyes looking straight at a figure not far away.

This figure is neither tall nor strong, and he walks lightly.

The wind follows the clouds? Wu Qiufang hesitated for a while, but still guessed who the person who came. He had met with this man at the market that day, and he felt that the young man's temperament was milder than that of his sister, but it was a little disturbing.

In just a moment, the figure of the wind and clouds disappeared into another courtyard. Seeing that the other party didn't notice it, Wu Qiufang took a breath and let go of the hand that was holding the bird's beak.

"Don't kill my little blackbird." He Wangshu quipped, although he was outside the Mo Sect, through the eyes of the black bird, he saw everything that was happening at the moment.

"It seems to be called Wind and Clouds, and he is the younger brother of the little demon girl." Wu Qiufang said in a low voice, secretly sweating in his heart.

He Wangshu pondered for a moment, and suddenly said a little strangely: "Go, follow him." As soon as he finished speaking, the blackbird flapped its wings and flew straight into the courtyard where the wind had disappeared with the clouds.

Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but scold secretly, this tenth uncle's actions are really extremely aggressive, I knew that this was the case, it was not enough for you to send a spirit bird here, why bother to put yourself in danger.

But scolding and scolding, Qiu Fang didn't dare to stop, he looked around, and when he saw that there was no one occupied, he dodged and quickly followed.

The wind follows the first-order Mo Sect Grand Master of the Cloud Hall, and it is normal to wander around the Mo Sect in the middle of the night, but his every move now is extremely strange, and every step is light and light, looking left and right from time to time. If you really want to say it, compared to Wu Qiufang, Feng Suiyun is more like a spy planted somewhere.

"This kid, at first glance, is going to do something bad." I don't know when, the blackbird has landed on Wu Qiufang's shoulder. He Wangshu's voice came softly in the young man's ears.

"Isn't this his own home?" Wu Qiufang also muttered, every move of the wind and clouds showed that he had a ghost in his heart, but what puzzled the young man was how to do it in his own home.

"It seems that the secret of the Mo Sect is quite hidden." In the blackbird's beak, another meaningful exclamation came from it.