On that day, the three princes returned satisfied.

On that day, Xie An continued to copy the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There is still one day left before Xuanyiwei arrives.

In the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

Xie An stopped writing, and he continued to come to the Lingzhu Diagram to observe.

This time, he stood by the river.

The wind stirs the young man's brunette.

The placket is fluttering.

Hanjiang is lonely, and the young man's figure seems to be much lonely.

He didn't enter the bamboo forest right away.

Standing by the river, Xie An seemed to have made some kind of decision.

On the cold river, the fog is shrouded.

Xie An looked at it, but saw that the fog on the river was gradually dispersing.

A little longer.

A flat boat appeared.

Xie An looked at it like this, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Alone? Getaway? Free? Comfortable?

……

Xie An didn't know.

All he knew was that when he looked at the fisherman, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The fisherman sat quietly.

There seemed to be no movement, and he kept an eye on the fish float.

The fish floats on the surface of the river and sways slightly.

When the fish float began to float up and down, the old man did not move.

Instead, he sat quietly at the bow of the boat.

At this moment, the fish eats the bait.

The old man instantly exerted his strength and brought the fish out.

The fish struggled, wiggling its tail desperately.

The old man was not in a hurry.

His hand was so precise that he caught the fish like lightning, and then threw it backwards, pinpointing into the basket.

The basket shook slightly, and finally there was no movement.

The old man continued to hang the bait and release the line.

……

Xie An looked at it, not knowing how much time had passed.

He felt familiar in his heart, but he had obviously never fished.

Only harpoons were used in mountain streams.

Where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?

The more Xie An looked at it, the more serious he became, and even began to recall all the actions of the fisherman.

And a long time passed.

A little inspiration flew into Xie An'an.

Isn't this what the cheap master said about the way of sword cultivation?

Steady, accurate, ruthless!

I don't know if this fishing suo has practiced swordsmanship, but for Xie An.

He has entered the realm of sword idiot.

Now Xie An is becoming more and more easy to enter the realm of enlightenment.

Xie An seemed to have an understanding.

At this stop, it's dusk again.

When the scribes began to put the scriptures in place, Xie An woke up again.

The spiritual river in his body had become extremely powerful, and he had only replenished the spiritual pulp once in the entire afternoon.

Xie An took a deep breath and left the painting again.

Due to Xie An's observation, there was already a circle of vague traces on the ground before the painting was hung.

Those are the testimonies of Xie An's observation.

Today is also quiet, no one bothered me.

So much so that Xie An was a little unaccustomed to it.

Han Lingfei is dead, and now his soul is unknown.

Come to think of it, maybe it has been abandoned by the three princes, and maybe it's not true.

Xie An shook his head and continued on the way back.

The sunset was red, stretching Xie An's shadow very long.

On this road, only Xie An was alone.

In the sky, the clouds are thick.

The homing spirit birds let out bursts of chirps.

Ancient vines, small bridges, and birds......

Xie An walked with his sword in his hand, and the shadow followed him.

He looked up in the direction of Xuankong Peak and couldn't help but stop.

"I don't know how Elder Lu is studying?"

"Perhaps, there will be no more time tomorrow."

Xie An suddenly clenched his fists, as if he had something in his heart.

Slowly, his fists slackened.

It's like you've made up your mind.

In front of the stone house, the figure of Elder Mo appeared.

He brought the good news, saying that Elder Lu had made the first talisman seal.

Xie An was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out a few demon talismans from the ring, wanting Elder Mo to give it a try.

Truly!

Elder Lu's talisman seal was very successful.

Although the response is not so sensitive, the exploration accuracy is very high.

Xie An was relieved, and after several struggles, he finally invited Elder Mo into the stone house.

"Xie An, have you really made up your mind?"

Elder Mo took dozens of demon talismans and said worriedly.

"Think about it, Elder Mo, if I were still in the Flowing Cloud Sect. We categorically don't have any chance to rescue Mo Qingyu. ”

Elder Mo stroked his beard lightly, his gaze complicated.

"Having said that, you are alone after all, not Xuanyi Wei......"

"Elder Mo, I will only be more flexible alone, and I have a demon talisman with me, don't worry. Xie An is not a reckless person. ”

Xie An hesitated, and took out some demon talismans again, as if he didn't think it was enough.

Elder Mo wanted to excuse himself, but when he saw Xie Anyi, he said sternly: "There is only one chance to rescue Qingyu, once we startle the snake, we may not have a second chance." ”

Elder Mo accepted it, his eyes showing a look of heartache.

Between Mo Qingyu and Xie An, of course he understood.

It's just that what was originally a good thing has come to this point.

Elder Mo let out a long sigh.

Elder Mo waved his hand, and two jars of spirits appeared.

"I know that Qingyu has secretly drunk wine, so today, the old man drinks with you."

Xie An smiled and said, "Elder Mo, try this, this is the wine that Qingyu has drunk." ”

Elder Mo was stunned for a moment, and then saw Xie An coming with a wine jar in his hand.

He smiled dumbly, this was his private collection of 100-year-old wine, which was intended to be used again when Qingyu got married.

However, Elder Mo didn't say anything, but was more optimistic about Xie An.

Xie An first poured the wine into Ruyi Fulu, which looked very formal.

Elder Mo didn't say a word, he saw that Xie An was very diligent in pouring the stone bowl, and his eyes became more and more gloomy.

Such a good teenager, when he says goodbye tomorrow, he doesn't know life and death.

As soon as he thought of this, Elder Mo was inexplicably worried.

"Elder Mo, I don't know when we will see each other this time." 'Defection to the sect', please ask Elder Mo to keep it a secret for me! ”

Elder Mo let out a long sigh, and tears seemed to roll in his eyes: "Does it have to be like this? ”

Xie An nodded solemnly and said, "There is only one chance." ”

Elder Mo heard that the old man was in tears.

Can he not know how much Xie An values his reputation?

He could have spent his life in the mountains.

For the sake of fame, he endured the white eyes of everyone.

For the sake of fame, he chose to join the sect for revenge.

For the sake of fame, he even put life and death aside and cut people with dirty hands.

But......

For the sake of Mo Qingyu, Xie An chose to feign defection......

Elder Mo choked up and said in a trembling voice: "The old man is incompetent, the old man is incompetent!" ”

With that, the two raised their heads and drank bitterly.

Elder Mo's eyes widened, and his eyes revealed incredulity: "This, this ......"

"This is the drink that Qingyu has drunk."

Xie An smiled mysteriously, bowed down and said, "Please also ask Elder Mo to keep it secret." ”

Elder Mo's eyes were complicated, looking at him, this kid, he actually had so many hole cards.

I was a little relieved at the moment.

The two of them pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and for a while, Elder Mo was also a little drunk.

He was stunned, this was the first time in his life, drunk with aura.

Midnight!

Xie An bid farewell to Elder Mo.

Elder Mo was not at ease, so he took out a number of talisman seals and handed them to Xie An.

After the thousand instructions, after the ten thousand arrangements, Elder Mo turned back three times in one step.

Eventually, it turned into a streamer and flew away.

The wind was strong, and it made Elder Mo cry.

The wind was strong, blowing Xie An's clothes.

He became a man again, but this time, it was not quite the same.

Faintly, Xie An felt as if he had caught something.