From dawn in the early morning until the sun sets, the day actually goes by very quickly. But this day, for everyone in Falling Dust Mountain, seems to be extremely long, and they really understand what it means to live like a year.

It was already approaching dusk, and there was no smoke rising from the Falling Dust Mountain.

Everyone didn't cultivate, sitting on the big stone halfway up the mountain of Luochen Mountain, looking at the sky in a daze, everyone hoped that that familiar figure would appear in the sky, and then Kongkong and Miaomiao would jump on his shoulders, pull his beard and complain, and the others couldn't wait to eat the food he cooked.

But except for the birds, no shadow appeared in the air. This daze is a whole day, there is not even a little wind halfway up the mountain, and the atmosphere is a little depressing.

"I'll go out and look for it!" Mu Yu couldn't sit still, he jumped down from the stone with an anxious look on his face.

"You are not allowed to go!" Lan Ling'er grabbed Mu Yu, "I'll talk about it when Senior Brother and Uncle An come back." ”

Master should have come back a few days ago, when the competition was over, Master said that he would immediately return to the Dust Sect, and Mu Yu and Chengyan rushed to Fulong Mountain. But now that the two of them are back, and the master has not heard from him, this makes Mu Yu and Chengyan panic.

Normally, if the master didn't come back, they wouldn't worry about it at all, after all, the master's cultivation would not suffer in the cultivation realm. But at this moment, there was a young man in red who was looking for him, and that person even the world's cultivation giant, Qingsong Dao, had to kneel at his feet.

The strength of the young man in red is no one in the Moyun Mountains who can resist it, he wants to find the sword shadow dust wind, and the sword shadow dust wind is the master, the master has disappeared for so many days unconsciously, how can it not be worried?

"Senior Brother and Uncle An should be back soon, let's not worry. Xiang Nan said loudly, saying this out of his mouth, in fact, he also wanted to go out and find someone.

Waiting is painful, and no one wants to wait.

Everyone already knew about the young man in red looking for Sword Shadow Dust, and everyone except Lan Ling'er was surprised. That person's strength was something that no one in the Moyun Mountains could resist, and they were also stunned when they heard that the Qingsong Dao people were all kneeling at the feet of the young man.

"Miaomiao, Master will be fine, right?" Sitting on the ground, drawing on the ground with a branch in his hand, his eyes looking at the sky.

"Well, Master is so powerful, how could something happen!" Miao Miao didn't mess with the empty air anymore, they didn't go around making trouble, but sat honestly. There is a powerful person who may have taken the master away, they like to stick to the master every day, if something happens to the master, where will they be happy?

"If the young man in red catches Master, what will he do to Master?" Mu Yu thought to himself about the possibility he least wanted to see.

Master had never gone out without saying a word before, nor had he disappeared for so many days for no reason, and when everything came together, he knew that the young man in red might have known that Feng Haochen was the sword shadow dust.

Mu Yu blamed himself a little, he and Chengyan should have accompanied the master back that day. But the master himself is also a cultivator in the Jindan period, if the young man in red has already determined that the master is Sword Shadow Dust, with the cultivation of the three of them, can he compete with the young man in red?

He didn't know, but he might as well try it!

"Senior Brother is back!" the sharp-eyed void jumped.

Everyone hurriedly stood up, watching the shadow of the promise in the sky getting bigger and bigger, and finally fell, and everyone gathered around.

"Any news?" asked Mu Yu eagerly.

Chengyan's expression was a little tired, and he shook his head: "I went to the Qingsong Sect to inquire quietly, the master is not there, and there is no shadow of the master in the academy." I got bad news though. ”

"It's bad enough that Master is gone, what could be worse?" Mu Yu sat back down on the stone.

"The Qingsong Dao people have entered the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage, and their Qingsong Sect will hold a celebration ceremony in a month, and the invitation has been sent to all the sects, and they will discuss together how to exterminate the Yumeng Demon Clan in Fulong Mountain. Cheng Yan said.

Qingsong Dao people have really reached the Yuan Infant Stage?

Except for Mu Yu, the others were shocked again. The Yuan Infant Period has always been a legendary existence for them, and no one has ever seen it or thought about it. If they hadn't already known that the young man in red was a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, and that he might have captured the master, they might not have believed it.

"The other sects have suffered such heavy losses in Fulong Mountain this time, will they be willing to participate?" Lan Ling'er asked.

"The request of the strong people in the Yuan Infant Stage, if you don't participate, you have to participate! The head of each sect has to tremble in front of the Qingsong Dao people, in the past, it was just a matter of etiquette and thoughtfulness, after all, everyone is a Jindan stage cultivator, now I am afraid that it is possible for the Qingsong Dao people to let the heads of all sects kneel! Who dares to complain?" Mu Yu said in a deep voice.

Qingsong Dao people are not terrible, it is the red-clothed young man behind Qingsong Dao people!

What is the purpose of the young man in red who went to great lengths to help the Qingsong Daoist break through the Yuan Infant Stage? Even if he wanted to find the Sword Shadow Dust Wind through the Qingsong Dao people, was there a difference between the Qingsong Dao people in the Jindan stage and the Qingsong Dao people in the Yuan Infant Stage?

This is the question that Mu Yu has been thinking about, and it is also the most difficult place to figure it out. The old tree leader told him that the spiritual power of the trapped immortal prison was scattered, and it was not enough for a Jindan stage cultivator to break through to the Yuan Infant Stage, if the young man in red wanted to help the Qingsong Dao people break through to the Yuan Infant Stage, he would inevitably pay some heavy prices, were these costs really worth it?

"What should we do about our sect, do you want to participate?" asked Xiang Nan.

A month later, there was a celebration ceremony, and the people of Qingsong Dao wanted the whole world to worship him as a god, did they dare not attend?

"Let's wait for Uncle An to come back and make a decision, I went to the Qingsong Sect to inquire secretly, and I can't actually inquire about anything-"

Cheng Yan didn't say it, and everyone understood it in their hearts, although Cheng Yan had quietly gone to the Qingsong Sect to inquire, and learned that all the heads of the sects had gone back a few days ago. But if the young man in red secretly did it, where would they find out?

Maybe the master is in a certain dungeon of the Green Pine Sect at this moment, the Green Pine Sect is so big, and there are two Yuan Infant Stage cultivators guarding it, how can they find someone?

"I'm going to practice. Mu Yu suddenly stood up and flew towards the mountain without looking back.

Everyone looked at Mu Yu who left suddenly in astonishment, and then sighed heavily, if the master was in the Qingsong Sect, with their current strength, would they be able to break into the Qingsong Sect to save people?

The enemy is like the monstrous waves of the vast sea, they are like a lonely boat under the huge waves, how can they resist?

Only strength is the most important thing.

For a few days, there was no news of the wind and dust, and Luochen Mountain lost its former laughter. Uncle An came back once a day, and then left, he didn't give up looking for the master. Chengyan also went out, and the others all calmed down to cultivate, their cultivation was too low to help at all.

In the past few days, Chengyan has brought some news, because the Qingsong Dao people have broken through to the Yuan Infant Stage, and the entire cultivation realm has exploded. This kind of unprecedented event made everyone have to pay attention to it, even mortals who didn't know how to cultivate knew that Qingsong Dao people had become the existence of living immortals.

Mu Yu cultivated on the Falling Dust Cliff without sleep or food, but his cultivation did not improve at all, and in fact, he couldn't deceive himself. Cultivating the Dust Mind Method focuses on calming the mind, and he can't calm down at all. He couldn't help but think about Master's current situation, he was very anxious, his swordsmanship fluctuated and was disorganized.

Even if he has a strong talent? Even if he is the so-called person who controls the situation of the world's war? His strength is still so weak that anyone can kill him, not even the master, he can't protect him.

The two shadow swords were separated in the air, Mu Yu's body flickered, and it had turned into two people, one holding a shadow of separation, the phantom under his feet evolved, and the two figures were already intertwined, the sword light shot out, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the aura in the sky seemed to be out of control, and it was scattered, rolling up the leaves of the old banyan tree on the falling dust cliff, blowing them away, and turning them into powder.

"Ding!"

A red flying sword struck, and the red light of the Dao soared, shattering one of Mu Yu's clones, and the red flying sword was as soft and chic as endless flowing water, beating Mu Yu's figure backwards.

"I want to fight. ”

Lan Ling'er landed lightly in front of Mu Yu, the sword in her hand shook suddenly, red rays rose everywhere, full of treasure, and the sword body flickered with streamers, soft and rigid, and rigid and soft. Her sword was named Qingbing, this name was supposed to be a cold sword, but in Lan Ling'er's hands, it was like a flame.

Mu Yu didn't speak, and the cyan shadow had already turned into a sword shadow in the sky, heading towards Lan Ling'er.

"Disillusionment"

Lan Ling'er's Qingbing sword shadow soared into the sky, the sword qi bloomed, as strong as a fire lotus, and a sword turned into nine shadows, shaking out the violent spiritual power ripples in the air, shattering the sword shadow in the sky, and Mu Yu's body turned up, and the sword in his hand had already stabbed at Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er leaned around, the tip of the sword turned lightly, and the streamer unloaded, dissolving Mu Yu's endless sword momentum, her sword qi was both rigid and soft, sometimes like cold gold and iron, sharp and domineering, and sometimes like cotton, so that other people's swords could not always hit with all their strength.

Master said, "Falling Dust Nine Styles, different people have different sword postures, and what your heart is, how your sword is."

Looking at Lan Ling'er's tightly knit brows, Mu Yu suddenly understood that he was not the only one in this mountain who was disturbed by his worries. Everyone cares about Master's safety, and if everyone is impetuous, then who can make the most correct judgment?

Master said that cultivating immortals is cultivating the heart, and the Falling Dust Sword Technique is about calmness.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, his heart slowly stabilized, and the shadow no longer trembled.

One person, one sword, one heart, complicated sword style can sometimes be very simple.

A faint blue light gradually permeated the sword body, like a vibrant grass and trees, with a hint of majestic aura, and the sword aura was monstrous, awe-inspiring. The flying sword in Lan Ling'er's hand intertwined into a red light in front of her chest, and the red light wrapped her in it, blocking Mu Yu's sword shadow. However, Mu Yu's sword shadow was like a spring breeze blowing through the grass, and the vitality was endless, shattering Lan Ling'er's red light, and the heavy sword shadow fell on Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er's steps were full of movements, and she was already rising from the ground, and Mu Yu's sword shadow exploded on the ground, filling the sky with smoke and dust, and the gravel jumped.

The two of them pulled apart, and then rushed towards each other in unison, and the spiritual power exploded around the two of them, swept away, and the sound of air roared endlessly on the falling dust cliff.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Lan Ling'er's right arm was slightly bent, and the sword in his hand was only an inch away from piercing Mu Yu's chest, and Mu Yu's sword was on Lan Ling'er's neck.

"I'm really worried about Master. ”

Lan Ling'er suddenly threw away the Qing Bing Sword and threw herself into Mu Yu's arms, her tears could no longer be stopped, pouring out, soaking Mu Yu's clothes.

The shadow in Mu Yu's hand had disappeared, and he hugged Lan Ling'er tightly. The beloved girl was crying in his arms, but he couldn't do anything, he wanted to cry too, but he knew that he couldn't cry, there was always someone who needed to be strong.

Her heart is in turmoil, his heart is at peace.