The Mo Evil Immortal Sword is an ancient artifact, and the Bronze Gong is a modern divine weapon, both of which are enough to shake one side, Situ Mu's dissatisfied mood was filled with the Bronze Sword, but he was still full of anticipation like the rest of the people.

The desire in Zhuge Xingyun's eyes was unobstructed, and he stretched out his hand to wait for Ziyang Zhenren's big hand, but after waiting for a long time, he was still empty-handed, and he was stunned for a long time.

Ziyang Zhenren's expression suddenly became indifferent, and he said lightly: "You all retreat, Zhuge Xingyun stays." ”

The expressions of the people who were full of anticipation were complicated, and they all glanced sideways at Zhuge Xingyun, and finally withdrew from the Jade Void Hall with doubts.

And Zhuge Xingyun's enthusiasm suddenly seemed to freeze, and his expression was indifferent and unwavering, just quietly waiting for the master's lecture.

The cold wind blew the flying snow into the main hall, and Zhuge Xingyun suddenly felt a little cold, shrunk his head and tightened his clothes.

At this time, Ziyang Zhencai slowly sat down, stared at Zhuge Xingyun for a long time, and suddenly said, "This time I went down the mountain, and I have a chance to go back to Tianyun Sect to have a look." ”

Zhuge Xingyun raised his head silently, but saw Ziyang Zhenren turn around and leave the Jade Void Palace, and his nervous expression gradually faded, but he was stunned in place for a long time and never left.

Although the Tianyun Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect belong to two different sects, they have the same purpose as each other, and they both take it as their mission to fight against the Jade God Palace and protect the common people in the world.

According to Ziyang Zhenren's previous words, the three sects were one family a thousand years ago, but after they set up their own portals, they rarely interacted, and there was naturally a mustard.

Zhuge Xingyun is the young master of the Sword Sect, even if he is deprived of the position of the young sect master, he still has the blood of the Sword Sect flowing in his body.

Ziyang Zhenren's words made Zhuge Xingyun very apprehensive in his heart, but he didn't know what he meant.

The next day, the three of them packed their bags and prepared to go down the mountain, and before leaving, Ziyang Zhenren handed Zhuge Xingyun two pills, and instructed them to take them when the fever attacked, and added: "The flame you cultivate is really quite hot, so you don't need a blade." ”

Zhuge Xingyun speculated about this sentence for a long time, but he never understood the true meaning of the words, although there was appreciation, but Ziyang Zhenren's expression when he said this was not so tone at all.

Song Li deliberately sent the three of them down the mountain, and first instructed Hong Jun to take care of some of his junior sisters and younger brothers as much as possible.

Hong Jun is a straight person, of course he agreed happily, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, with me, I will ensure that my junior brothers and sisters come back safe and sound." ”

Song Li's face was full of relief, and then he handed the Mo Evil Immortal Sword in his hand to Lin Yuyao, and said: "The road here is difficult and dangerous, and Mo Xie is an ancient divine soldier, so I will give it to my junior sister for self-defense." ”

Although Lin Xiyao's eyes lit up, Mo Ye was too precious, and shook his head and excused himself: "Thank you Senior Brother for your kindness, but Mo Ye is too precious, I can't accept it." ”

Song Li just smiled slightly, glanced at Mo Ye in his hand, and then raised his head and said: "Mo Ye is a divine soldier, it's just suitable for girls, senior brother doesn't need to keep it, junior sister doesn't need to be polite." ”

Zhuge Xingyun swallowed his saliva on the side, and shouted in his heart: "She doesn't want to give it to me, and she definitely doesn't dislike it for being too precious......

However, Lin Xiyao still couldn't resist the kindness of her senior brother, and finally accepted Mo Ye and gently stroked the sword body, her eyes were hot enough to set the prairie on fire.

Zhuge Xingyun cried in his heart, waited until Song Li turned to him, sighed deeply, and said, "Senior Brother Song, if you have any other good things, take them out quickly." ”

Song Li smiled stunned and said: "This road is difficult and dangerous, I hope that the junior brother will take care, listen to the words of the senior brother and sister in everything, and don't cause any trouble." ”

Zhuge Xingyun stomped his feet angrily, there was nothing good to give, and he even had a headless and brainless teaching, even Hong Jun on the side was happy to look lively, and he really lost face.

But before Zhuge Xingyun could howl, Song Li made a farewell salute and turned around and left in a dashing manner.

Emei's journey is thousands of miles away, although they are all people who cultivate the truth, they have not yet cultivated to the path of the sword flight, and they can only rely on two legs.

The long road is a threesome, encountering an indifferent frost and a stuffy donkey, which is really boring to grandma's house.

Zhuge Xingyun had a reed festival in his mouth, and Hang'er Lang followed behind the two of them, like a cow and sheep being led by the nose, but his face was a little embarrassed.

"There is a village in front of you, go to find something to eat and spend the night, you can't still sleep in the barren mountains and mountains, right?" Zhuge Xingyun's eyes became bright, and he suddenly put forward constructive suggestions.

Lin Yuyao didn't say a word, like a fairy who didn't get in the way of cold, warm and hungry, and the whole existence of not eating fireworks.

Hong Jun glanced at Zhuge Xingyun, saw that the complaint on his face turned into excitement, and he didn't want to ruin the fun, so he said to Lin Xiyao: "Senior Sister Lin, why don't you rest for the night?"

A two-day and overnight journey, even a tough guy with steel can't bear it, not to mention a delicate beauty.

But Lin Xiaoyao seemed to be a little different, and frowned: "The danger of Mount Emei is imminent, and I am afraid that staying like this will miss a big event." ”

Hong Jun also felt that this was reasonable, and spread his hands to Zhuge Xingyun, expressing his helplessness.

Zhuge Xingyun made a detour in front of Lin Xiyao, blocking the way, and without waiting for her to ask, he said with a flattering smile: "Senior Sister Lin, look at your appearance as a servant of the dust, will you lose your dignity when you go to Mount Emei?"

Lin Xiaoyao subconsciously glanced at the clothes on her body, it was indeed a little inappropriate, but thinking about the overall situation, she said with relief: "It's a matter of importance, let's hurry." ”

Zhuge Xingyun's move didn't work, but he was not discouraged, and continued to persuade him: "Senior Sister Lin, the fatigue of the boat and car has lost your physical strength, and even if you go to Mount Emei, you have also lost your strength, isn't it worth the loss?"

Although Lin Xiaoyao was anxious, she felt that Zhuge Xingyun's words were reasonable, and the three of them entered the village.

After some inquiry, it was learned that this place is called Qinghe Town, it is said that there is a river in the westward three miles, and its river leaves do not float all the year round, and the strange place has been famous for a long time, and Qinghe Town is from this.

"Little brother, Qinghe is really as amazing as you say?"

Zhuge Xingyun obviously didn't believe it, three-year-old children knew the truth that water can carry boats, and such an absurd statement really made people scoff.

The shopkeeper of Qinghe Restaurant said seriously: "The small sentence is true, if the guest officer doesn't believe the small one, there is no way." ”

After the shopkeeper left, Zhuge Xingyun raised his eyebrows, but he didn't think much about it, and when he saw a table of sumptuous dishes, his mouth watered, and he picked up the chopsticks and blossomed in large pieces.

There were not many customers in Qinghe Restaurant, and just after the three of them were full of wine and food, the shopkeeper welcomed two strangely dressed guests.

A stout and short, dark-skinned, with iron rings on his wrists and ankles, and three or two bells hanging on them, "clanging" as soon as he entered the door, and it was difficult not to attract people's attention.

Another glamorous woman, dressed in red, with a soft and bony smile on her pretty face, made the shopkeeper fascinated and forgot to welcome customers.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, they also thought of Zhuge Xingyun and the three of them, and the woman in red clothes also threw a wink at him, which made Zhuge Xingyun shiver and almost stuffed a mouthful of food into his nose.