"Meng Lang, how is it now?" Xue Linglang glanced at Lu Zuo, who was looking up with his hands behind his back in the distance, and asked in a low voice.

"No progress!" Meng Xuyang shrugged his shoulders and told Xue Linglang about the past two days by the way, which caused Xue Linglang to roll his eyes.

"Meng Lang is really fooling around!" Xue Linglang listened to Meng Xuyang's obscene operation, and she was also angry, and said, "How could an arrogant person like Uncle Shi be disdainful of using such despicable means."

Mu Heng listened to Xue Linglang's address to Lu Zuo as uncle, according to the relationship, she should be Xue Hong's aunt, she should be a generation older, but she didn't expect to be a disciple of the same generation as him.

Sighing at the difference between the cultivation world and the mortal world, Mu Heng heard Meng Xuyang say again, "Isn't this how we came here, why can't we use it on Uncle Shi!"

"Phew!" Xue Linglang heard Meng Xuyang say such private words in front of Mu Heng, and suddenly blushed and didn't dare to look at Mu Heng.

Mu Heng was also speechless to Meng Xuyang, and he really dared to say anything. However, Mu Heng didn't have much fun about it, and he still wanted to let this senior help him as soon as possible.

"Linglang, it's getting late, why don't we rest early!" Since Meng Xuyang hit Xue Linglang, he didn't have the heart to discuss with Mu Heng, and his whole heart was on Xue Linglang.

"Beasts, beasts!" Mu Heng sighed in his heart, what time is it, and you are going to do the man-making movement.

"Hmm!" Xue Linglang glanced at Mu Heng and whispered softly. It's just that when it comes to such boudoir secrets in front of strangers, Xue Linglang can't help but be ashamed. But her eyes are full of lovers, so how can she be willing to blame Meng Xuyang.

Mu Heng listened to the unashamed exchange between the two, and consciously got up and left, looking for a quieter place, so as not to disturb Meng Xuyang and them, and save himself from being disturbed by them.

Over there, Meng Xuyang couldn't wait to pull Xue Linglang into his cottage, and after closing the door, it didn't take long for Mu Heng to vaguely hear some discordant sounds.

As a man with strong blood, how dare Mu Heng listen to the corner of the wall like this, and keep widening the distance from Meng Xuyang's grass house, until he retreated to another grass house, and unconsciously came behind Lu Zuo.

Looking back at the faintly rising red candle tent on Meng Xuyang's side, and then at Lu Zuo, who was looking forward to it here, Mu Heng couldn't help but shout in his heart: Meng Xuyang, Meng Xuyang, not a son of man, not a son of man!

Let you persuade your uncle to end unrequited love, it's good for you to take your wife to this mountain to fight in the field, and you will take turns on duty. It's not like that, have you considered your uncle's feelings?

This place is only a little quieter here than Lu Zuo, Mu Heng looked at his tall and resolute back, and seemed to see his own shadow.

Slowly walked to Lu Zuo's side, followed him, and looked up. On the towering peaks, only a waning moon sprinkled a little moonlight, dyeing the late autumn night sky with a faint silver glow.

"Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon!" This sentence suddenly popped up in Mu Heng's mind, and he said it casually.

After Mu Heng finished speaking, he keenly noticed that Lu's left shoulder trembled. Immediately after, Lu Zuo's voice came from Mu Heng's right: "Hate? Is there any hatred?"

Mu Heng just felt it, but he didn't expect Lu Zuo, who had been silent, to speak for the first time. The gentle and calm, containing rich magnetic words, is very pleasant, making Mu Heng feel like sitting in the spring breeze, very comfortable. "Didn't the seniors hate it? Don't you hate her for being ignored for holding on to you?" Mu Heng glanced at Lu Zuo out of the corner of his eye, and then continued to look up at the sky.

"Don't hate!" Lu Zuo replied with great certainty.

Even if it was just a glance out of the corner of his eye, Mu Heng could feel a smile on his face. Mu Heng paused, and then asked, "Are you happy then, senior?"

"Happy!" Lu Zuo's words were concise and to the point, answering Mu Heng's question.

"So the seniors still like that person in their hearts?" Mu Heng continued to ask.

"She is the God of my heart!" Lu Zuo did not shy away at all, and said the most direct thoughts in his heart.

Lick the dog! Mu Heng sent him two words in his heart, of course, this is not a derogatory meaning, but a description of his state

State.

"Younger daring! Actually, senior, you know that person doesn't have feelings for you, right?" Mu Heng saw that he was like an idiot, and he deeply made no progress in his cultivation, so he wanted to take this opportunity to give him something ruthless, maybe he could complete Meng Xuyang's affairs and his own affairs.

"Indeed." Lu Zuo shook his head and said with a wry smile, the desolation in his words also made Mu Heng feel sorry.

"Therefore, the predecessors live here, not because they can't let go of that person, but because they can't let go of the feelings in your heart and like the feelings of that person." Mu Heng said.

"What's the difference?" Lu Zuo was really puzzled when he heard this.

"What the juniors say is that what the seniors like is the feeling of liking that person, which makes you happy, makes you happy, and makes you fulfilling." Mu Heng replied. In his opinion, this feeling of self-absorption and self-deception is far more perfect than the actual one, which makes countless people fall into it and can't extricate themselves, and Lu Zuo in front of him is one of them.

"Is that how it feels?" Lu Zuo had never heard anyone talk about this, and he couldn't figure out Mu Heng's words for a while.

But he shook his head and replied, "I think I still like her."

"I think I get it!" When Mu Heng heard his answer, he instantly understood what Lu Zuo's perseverance and reluctance were in his heart.

It is neither a pure feeling for Qingdao people, nor an expectation of being able to live with Qingdao people.

"Oh? What do you understand?" Lu Zuo was very curious about Mu Heng's sudden exclamation, and asked casually.

"The current state of my predecessor reminds me of a sentence." Mu Heng didn't look towards Lu Zuo, but still kept his original direction, just putting his right hand behind his back.

"What?" Lu Zuo didn't know what Mu Heng wanted to say, but he was a little interested in his heart, so he asked.

"I like you, it's my business, it's none of your business." Mu Heng also learned from Lu Zuo's voice, and with strong feelings, he said this sentence.

"It's not about you... It's not about you... Yes, it's my business that I like her, and whether she likes me or not has nothing to do with me." When Lu Zuo heard Mu Heng's words, he was immediately greatly touched, and he kept smiling bitterly in his mouth.

Mu Heng had to turn around and look at Lu Zuo at this time, and found that he was a little confused, being instilled by Mu Heng like this also made him doubt his hundreds of years of waiting.

A soft aura swept away from his body, and an inexplicable sense of occlusion also made Mu Heng uncomfortable. Looking at the invisible shackles that imprisoned Lu Zuo, Mu Heng was very aggrieved in his heart.

Mu Heng struck while the iron was hot, and sang while chanting in his mouth: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning."

Mu Heng's final colorful chant vividly depicted Lu Zuo's persistence, joy and desire over the past few hundred years, which greatly touched Lu Zuo's heart.

It was also like the fuse that ignited Lu Zuo's explosive barrel, the fuse burned out, and an incomparably powerful coercion erupted from him in an instant. This strong coercion was unceremoniously exerted on Mu Heng, pressing him out of breath.

Mu Heng tried hard to raise his head that was pressed down, wanting to see Lu Zuo's state. The invisible storm centered on him continued to blow away in all directions, and the stuffy atmosphere that was suppressed in his dantian was constantly restless as if he was trying to find a breakthrough.

Lu Zuo also noticed Mu Heng's embarrassment, and with a slight wave of his arm, a soft force pushed Mu Heng out, away from the center of the storm.

Mu Heng, who flew out far away, lay on the ground to mitigate the impact of the strong wind, and raised his eyes to look at Lu Zuo, and the rich earth aura surrounded him in the middle.

Although Mu Heng couldn't see it, the stuffiness in his dantian seemed to knock on Mu Heng's heart, and he couldn't help but want to help it open an opening.

Lu Zuo was also uncomfortable with this stuffiness, and his face was flushed. The cheeks are bulging, and the green tendons on the neck are like swimming dragons, protruding and scary.

Immediately after, Lu Zuo seemed to have sensed something, opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and countless earth spirit powers gathered from the surroundings to this side, forming a huge vortex of spiritual power, and the bottom of the vortex was Lu Zuo. huge

The big aura eventually all joined the aura at Lu Zuo's dantian, and the aura was constantly growing.

The sullen momentum of the help was even more powerful than just now, constantly hitting the barrier that trapped it, but even if it kept impacting, it still couldn't break through the confinement.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Heng seemed to have noticed that Lu Zuo seemed to have reached a critical time, and the sullenness of his dantian seemed to have accumulated enough strength, and he completely lost the restlessness just now, and stayed quietly, as if he was boosting his morale.

"Ahh

"Poof!" The familiar Dao sound sounded, with a sound similar to the shattering of an enchantment, and the sullen breath rose to the sky, straight into the sky.

The pillar of earth aura no longer rises, but squeezes towards all directions. In an instant, Mu Heng felt the coercion that he had experienced in the Great Demon of the National Teacher.

Fortunately, Mu Heng was lying on the ground, although his body weighed thousands of pounds, he did not cause any damage to him.

Under the influence of this earth aura, the entire ground trembled with joy, as if cheering for this extraordinary earth aura. But the scope of this force is far beyond the last coercion, beyond Mu Heng's imagination.

In the distance, the grass house built by Meng Xuyang suddenly collapsed under this coercion and the shaking of the ground, revealing a pair of men and women who were still remembering the buttons of their clothes, with embarrassment and horror on their faces, looking at the disintegrating grass house and the unimaginable picture in front of them.

"I'll just say that this girl is not a son of man." Mu Heng looked at Meng Xuyang, who had just finished doing things and hadn't cleaned up, the house was all lifted, and he immediately scolded with a smile.

"Looks like this guy hasn't been very long! After a few days of chatting, he will explain." Mu Heng couldn't help but continue to complain, maybe it was just because he couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour.