The Demon Venerable stood in front of the coffin for a long time, and suddenly let out a burst of laughter, the laughter was no longer the yin and yang weird fake smile before, but an open laughter full of vicissitudes, but there was no smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. In the end, there was a faint trace of pathos in the laughter.

After laughing enough, the Demon Venerable waved the sleeves of his robe and turned to another place.

It was behind the main peak of Canghe, an inconspicuous small peak, and I don't know why Mu Li would set up a green leaf array in this place.

When the main hall was in turmoil, the sky was still clear, but at the moment it was snowy, like silver butterflies flying.

There is only a white expanse left between heaven and earth, the forest is cold and the streams are solemn, the powder makeup is jade, the snow is all over the ground, and the sunlight is sprinkled on it, as if it is covered with silver powder, shining with shining light.

The Demon Venerable came in the wind and snow, and the terrain in the middle of the mountain was hollowed out to form a valley, quiet and ethereal, and the mountain stream was gurgling. The mountain stream sticks to the surface, the temperature is slightly better, and it can still trickle in the harsh winter.

In the cold days, the dead trees also have tenderness, and they can't bear to see the snowflakes falling into mud, so they stretch their muscles and bones in a piece of ice and snow, and voluntarily turn into a safe haven, just hoping that they can stay for a few more moments.

As a result, the dead trees were revived, decorating the scene of Qiongshu and silver flowers. Sunlight shines through the snow on the trees, creating a dazzling golden curtain.

However, the sky is not beautiful, and a cold wind suddenly hits the valley, and the branches are overwhelmed, swaying left and right in the wind. The broken qiong carried on it fell one after another, drifted into the mountain stream, and instantly became invisible.

Qiong Ying was free again, blended into the lively and jumping stream, and swam straight to the dead tree that had once held it, and the silver light flashed and disappeared.

I can hear the sound of the wind, the swaying of wooden branches, the sound of broken qiong shaking, and the sound of the murmuring of the stream. That old immortal master who is out of tune is quite good at choosing territory!

There is a pavilion built on the river, and the corridor outside the pavilion connects to a wooden house under the mountain wall.

Mozun pushed the door in, only to see that the wooden couch tables and chairs in the room were still furnished, but they were covered with a thick layer of dust and were lifeless. The mountain wind penetrated through the door and blew the dust that had been silent for an unknown number of years all over the house.

Changxi remembered the story Mu Li had told and asked, "Is this the former residence of Youlan on the Snow Peak?" ”

Mu Li snorted.

The Demon Venerable scanned the room for a week with a cold face, and then dug three feet into the ground and rummaged through the valley. I don't know what he's looking for, but in vain.

He seemed to be a little disappointed, there was a faint black gas surging under his eyes, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He stood in the wind and snow for a long time, and suddenly with a big hand, the wooden house instantly burst into flames.

The fire spread from the wooden house to the valley, and the mountains of snow suddenly stirred into a striking red, especially enchanting.

Soon, the fire burned to the trees in the valley. The snowflakes perched on the branches gradually melted under the burning fire, and still lingered on the branches and refused to separate, which is a real scene of fire trees and silver flowers.

Snow water fell vertically on the branches, like meteors flashing in the night sky, paddling to the end of the night. The dripping snow gradually converged into a river, extinguishing the tongues of fire that surrounded the trees and were raging. Just as a spark can start a prairie fire, a drop of water can also pierce a stone to extinguish a fire.

With a sea of fire reflected in the ice and snow world under his eyes, Changxi couldn't help but sigh: such a strange and superb scene, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see it again.

Out of the Qingye Formation, Changxi immediately said indignantly: "What is he looking for, Gu Youlan?" If you can't find it, you have to set it on fire, what kind of grudge is this! ”

Mu Li sighed: "These two people have a deep bond with Guiyuan, maybe there is something to say. The old things related to the Demon Venerable are very old, and no one dared to mention them easily, and over time, most of them have been lost. ”

Changxi sighed, slightly disappointed. The king of gossip can't reach it, I don't know how secret!

Then Mu Li added: "But I have some other stories here, do you want to listen to them?" ”

Changxi nodded excitedly, very applauded.

Mu Li is like a weak scholar who has never met for many years, and today he finally saw Bole, and his whole person immediately cheered up, and he preached endlessly: "It is said that when Canghe Mountain was first founded, the immortal master and the master of Canghe Mountain were filial piety, trusted each other, and carried forward Canghe Mountain together, which was once a good story in the cultivation world. Unexpectedly, the two people parted ways and never communicated again, and the only time they met was the day the immortal master passed away, which was embarrassing. As for the reason, it is rumored that the mountain owner has been in love with his master and wife for a long time, and he has moved to think about it, which caused the master and apprentice to turn against him. There are also some mysterious rumors, saying that he is thinking about non-centrific, but he is actually thinking about his master! ”

Lessons from the past, absurd and bizarre stories such as the infatuated flower demon and the eldest princess of the Tu clan are still in her ears, and now she no longer dares to underestimate all kinds of rumors that Mu Li has come from.

However, no matter how much she attached importance to it, the last rumor was too outrageous and ridiculous, like a thunderbolt that hit Tianlinggai directly!

Changxi was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, petrified on the spot. She was messy in the wind, and her eyes looked at Mu Li with complicated eyes.

This person listens and watches in the Aoba network every day, and he doesn't delay the progress of his cultivation at all!

Changxi couldn't help but ask with a bitter face: "You have to cultivate again, and you have to listen to so many gossip, don't you sleep every day?" ”

Mu Li smiled: "To me, cultivation is like picking up things. ”

He spoke casually, but Changxi was even more depressed. Could it be that her qualifications are dull and she can't understand the realm of his natural talent?

Yingcai said again: "Besides, Qingye is also a practice for me." ”

Changxi immediately wondered: "And such a good thing, practicing while watching the gossip?" In my opinion, in time, you will be able to ascend to the Grandmaster by lying down. ”

Mu Li sneered and said, "Then it will be more auspicious words for the young master of the Water Clan." ”

He hid the smile on his lips and continued to analyze: "Lady Youlan's bottom is very deep, and the immortal master hides it very deeply. Rumors of this festival are widely circulated. The people of the world cling to prejudice and have always believed in the saying that 'those who are not of my race will have different hearts.' The immortal master and the mountain lord knew this very well, but they were not all the way. Perhaps the mountain owner couldn't bear to see his reputation ruined, and the two had a dispute, and finally broke up unhappily. ”

Changxi nodded again and again when he heard this, indicating that he agreed with his high statement.

Mu Li was immediately encouraged, he wanted to make persistent efforts, poked his head mysteriously, and asked, "I still have a piece of gossip here, do you want to hear it?" ”

Changxi looked up at the sky and sighed, "Can I not want to?" ”

Mu Li chuckled twice, automatically ignored her heartfelt voice, and revealed the mystery: "The Immortal Master's Junzi Orchid is not a temporary cramming, he has already found it." ”

Changxi was stunned: "Could it be that he had a plan?" Don't let a good immortal master do it, go to be a demon? For the sake of Mrs. Youlan? ”

aroused Changxi's curiosity, Mu Li just let it go, just shook his head and said, "I don't know." This saint's heart, the needle under the sea, tsk, is unfathomable. ”

Changxi snorted, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Now she really can't face up to the "saint" of Guiyuan, which must also be the prejudice of the world!

After criticizing the saint for a long time, she suddenly remembered that this "undersea needle" did not refer to the saint's heart, but clearly said......

When she took a look, she saw Mu Lizheng tilting his head to look at her, his eyes full of banter. Changxi silently rolled her eyes, and this person was blatantly teasing her in broad daylight!

Tianzong Yingcai also gave birth to a mouthful of copper teeth, sharp teeth, clever tongue, can speak very well, it is really unreasonable!

Although Changxi asked himself that his skills were not as good as others, he was also unconvinced. She turned her head away from him in feigned anger, and the wind swished under her feet, and her steps were visibly faster.

Seeing this, Yingcai immediately gave up the popular gossip lecture hall, and hurriedly posted it step by step, laughing again and again, vividly interpreting what it means to be cocooned and self-bound.

On Canghe Mountain, the Immortal Tomb Enchantment had been crumbling since that wisp of true qi entered Changxi's body, and it was finally broken through by the Demon Venerable on the fifteenth day. The Demon Venerable set the torch to Xue Feng on fire, and then walked away.

A few days later, the demon army invaded the world in a big way.

As soon as the army of thousands of demons left the border, they fought a big battle with the hundred families of Xuanmen who were waiting here for the rabbits.

In just a few days, the various sects had assembled such a huge team, and its efficiency was unprecedented.

The battle lasted a full day, with casualties on both sides. After sunset, the two sides set up camp in the border valley to prepare for another battle.

The Demon Venerable never showed up from beginning to end, he sat firmly in the big tent, still in that leisurely and complacent manner, as if he was sure of the final outcome of this war, so he didn't care about the outcome of the battle in front of him.

After Mingjin withdrew his troops, the demon lord took his hands and paced, and came to a camp tent, like ordinary people visiting the door.

After lifting the curtain, it was the Demon Wall sitting inside.

He has always been steadily suppressed by the Demon Venerable, that is, his father. The Demon Venerable seemed to think that he was not a threat at all, so he also took him to the battlefield.

After the Demon Venerable walked in, he opened his eyes unhurriedly, his gaze was as dark as water, without a trace of waves, and he didn't look like a prisoner who was controlled by others and had no power to fight back, but a Venerable One who was high up and waiting for others to make a pilgrimage.

Demon Venerable looked at him for a while, and sighed: "Until now, you can still be so calm and relaxed, really like me." ”

Moyuan retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "With you, I can't do anything." Those people out there have nothing to do with me, so why can't I just take a break? ”

Demon Venerable said: "It has nothing to do with it...... You see what this is? ”

The Demon Venerable maintained a smile that curled the corners of his mouth, and held up an object in his palm, a white and smooth bead.

Demon Yuan's eyes shrank suddenly, it was the messenger mussel bead that Changxi left for him.

During the day, he took advantage of the big battle to smuggle this bead out. He thought it was seamless, but he was still robbed by the Demon Venerable. Fortunately, the mussel beads have a spirit, and if they are not in Changxi's hands, they will not show their handwriting.

Seeing the change in his expression, the Demon Venerable smiled with satisfaction: "The tokens of the young master of the Water Tribe can be handed over to you, which shows that you are close." Danxin's little master is really interesting, if you see you again next time, I will definitely bring it back to you. ”