Fulong Mountain, the sky is bright.

Wubei Forest.

This place is the top of Fulong Mountain, on the edge of the cliff, the mountain is high and steep, and only one road can enter.

If you don't hold the Fulong Palm Zun Order or the Mu Clan Card, put it in front of the Martial Tablet Forest, in the groove mechanism of a pair of moss giant gates, and step into it in other ways without authorization, it will touch the mechanism left here, and it will kill in ten steps, and it is dangerous everywhere, even the grandmaster may be hit.

On the side of the lonely cliff, the mountain wind is cold.

Dozens of kinds of inscribed stone steles stand majestically, hundreds of handles are rare to see, the weapons that can bear the strength are inserted in the side of the stele, rushing to the face, it is a sense of vicissitudes that has experienced the precipitation of the years.

And in the deepest depths.

A magic sword that emitted a little red glimmer and flowed like liquid on the entire sword body was levitating out of thin air, and it was amazing.

Mu Yuanjun sat on the stone platform, looking at the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' that was close at hand, and was a little confused.

She was wearing a light green Luo skirt, embroidered Qingluan on her sleeves, her figure was petite but her chest was bulging, her temples were hanging down and scattered, and her expression was full of frustration and sorrow, as if she was not interested in anything.

Raise your fingertips and touch the hilt of your sword.

When Mu Yuanjun looked at the small circle of ripples that were slightly rippling, feeling a trace of 'Shangdong Sword Qi' that was so faint that it could be ignored, as well as the magic sword that did not respond, he finally determined something————

That is,

Like his own father and mother, he could not peek into any of the 'mysteries' related to this sword.

Even...

Compared to her father, the 'Jade Sword' Wang Duan.

Mu Yuanjun didn't even have the qualifications to absorb the sword qi in it and use it to 'convince the qi'.

Judging from this speed, even if she doesn't sleep day and night, without more than ten years of kung fu, she can't practice any ways at all, let alone talk about the 'martial saint'.

Scattered sideburns, still wet at this time.

Last night it was pouring rain and thunder, and she sat here all night.

The drenched sleeves were completely dry a few hours after the rain had stopped.

But the mother's cold face and tone were like a nightmare, constantly echoing in Mu Yuanjun's ears:

"After tonight, you don't have to be so attached anymore."

She closed her eyes in pain, her eyelashes fluttering:

"Why..."

The delicate palm clenched into a fist and slammed into his side.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

In front of Mu Yuanjun, silently, a lady with purple clothes and cloud sleeves, tall eyebrows and eyes, and a gorgeous appearance appeared, looking at her quietly.

"Mother, why can't I do it, junior brother can do it?"

There was confusion in her eyes.

"When your father was alive, he tried it secretly in order to study the mystery of this sword."

"Wang Dongxuan is the person who can best pull the 'Shangdong Sword Qi' among them, and he is blessed."

"If it's him, if he wants to reach the level of convincing, he must be at least three times faster than you, even if it is your father, he can't reach it."

"That's why I took the trouble to do a test last night."

"At first, I was not tempted by heavy profits, but I was able to get his promises, which shows my character, and an accident has made his heart more tenacious, and it is not impossible for him to become a great weapon in time, and even surpass your father."

Mu Yuqing said in a calm tone.

When she saw the frustrated and injured look of the girl in Tsing Yi in front of her, the pain in her eyes flashed, and then she became even more ruthless:

"If you take him as your husband, hand over the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' to him, and then the husband and wife will be incognito, and escape from Fulong Mountain, and after a few years, he will become a martial saint who is stronger than your father, and then whether it is to restore the grand occasion of Fulong, or to avenge your father, it will no longer be an empty talk."

The palm that poked out of the big sleeve of the purple clothes was about to fall on Mu Yuanjun's head along with the words, but before it could touch it, it was gently pushed away:

"But...!"

The scattered green silk covered half of the brown pupils, and Mu Yuanjun was like a caged bird, yearning for the so-called 'freedom'.

Her eyes were a little blurred, she raised her head slightly, looked leaned over, informed her mother in a condescending manner, and opened her mouth:

“...”

Mu Yuqing's eyebrows raised slightly, and she wrinkled slightly: "Huh? ”

Hearing this soft 'um', Mu Yuanjun suddenly looked like a boiled duck, his face turned red, the words were blocked in his throat, and before he could hum out, the words in his stomach were swallowed back again.

"I... I know. ”

Mu Yuanjun was excited, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"I, I will serve my junior brother well."

Half of her body slipped off the stone platform, and she was pale and embarrassed after a night of rain.

I want to resist.

But her mother's power in her heart was too heavy, and she didn't dare at all.

“...”

Looking at the slender daughter in front of her, who was as weak as a rabbit, although she was stubborn, but she would break at the touch, the woman in the purple dress had her eyes slightly closed, and she was faintly disappointed.

Let's be honest.

She would rather watch Mu Yuanjun have a resolute attitude, resist directly, and even draw her sword and rise, with the idea of burning jade, and she is not afraid of everything.

In that way, Mu Yuqing would be overjoyed, and even took back the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' that was originally intended to be handed over to Luo Jing, and did her best to use it for her daughter, even if she was evil.

But...

How could she do this.

In Mu Yuqing's eyes, to put it more cruelly, in addition to Mu Yuanjun's face, figure, and the chips he gave, he was able to win Luo Jing's interest, so as to tie him up on the wreck of Fulong Mountain.

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I'm afraid that being a slave and a servant, serving him as the master, this strong and middle-handed, submissive temperament may not please him.

In this way, he still fantasizes about holding the magic sword, killing the snowy mountain, avenging his father, running rampant in the world, and being the sword immortal of that world?

'If you can do it on your own, no matter how bad your qualifications are, what can you do?' ’

'Over time, the water drops wear through the stones, with this treasure soldier, it will always become a trend! ’

'When the time comes, the heart and martial arts are ready, plus the good looks and wrists, to recruit some nobles and martial arts to bow down under your pomegranate skirt, and protect the prosperity of Longshan, it is not a difficult thing, and it is not just a Wang Dongxuan! ’

'But now...'

'If Wang Dongxuan's kid doesn't look down on you, he can only choose Ji Wudu, not to mention age, this son... The heart is too heavy, and it is from the outer room, which is too much worse than the king of Dongxuan, alas. ’

Mu Yuqing hates that iron does not become steel.

Tick, tick.

Last night there was a heavy rain, and the stone tablet that recorded martial arts was still not dry.

Drop by drop, the rain made small puddles of water.

'Boom...! ’

The two huge stone gates covered with moss slowly trembled and slowly separated, exposing the century-old vicissitudes and martial arts savings of the Martial Stone Forest to the eyes of those who came.

'Click, click. ’

The footsteps are rhythmic, steady and powerful, stepping on the small puddles of potholes, towards the cliffside, the mother and daughter in purple clothes and green clothes are getting closer and closer.

The cold wind of the cliff blows.

The sword body that drove the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' was even more crimson and brighter than before.

Kneeling on the cold waterlogged ground, Mu Yuanjun tilted her head lightly in embarrassment, and the wind blew her scattered green silk, revealing a beautiful face that looked like Mu Yuqing.

She looked at the 'Shangdong Sword Qi' suddenly and didn't know what to do, her brown eyes slowly widened, her hands covered her small mouth, and she was speechless in surprise.

"How... Possible. ”

She couldn't understand it.

At the same time, there is also a sentence in the ears, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, not slow, slowly echoing on the mountain cliff, ringing:

"Wang Dongxuan,"

"Come and promise."

Look at the voice.

I saw that the person who came was dressed in white,

Jusheng... Frost and snow for three points.