The sky was a little dark, as if rice paper had been washed with mistaken ink, leaving a gray shadow.

Mu Rin stood in front of Zhong Lijian's tomb for a while, and took out a silver woven golden jade flowing fairy skirt with golden pearls falling from the beard bag.

She raised two jade fingers and silently chanted, and the flat soil scattered along a line to the sides, revealing the black top of the coffin in the center. Mu Rin gently spread her skirt on top. When she got up, the heaves on either side of the mound filled back on their own, leveling out to the point where there were almost no traces.

And so, it was complete.

Mu Rin felt that there was really a break between her and Zhongli.

He treated her well, and he did have other plans, and finally with her escape, his serious illness was difficult to treat and the grievances disappeared.

The person who plotted against her back then turned out to be the lover of the runaway bride, which was unexpected, but reasonable. Mu Rin couldn't help but be curious and calculated, the lover had already died in the war, and the woman was pulling the child to grow up incognito, and she had no intention of pursuing it.

All the grievances and grievances have been let go, and Mu Rin's state of mind has suddenly reached a clear and clear state.

She called out from afar: "Master......"

Zhichuan looked up as if he had a feeling, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint flash of thunder and lightning, and he transmitted a voice to the disciple: "Rin'er, do it with peace of mind, I will guard you by the side." ”

Mu Rin's heart was filled with warmth, and she nodded vigorously at the master, and suddenly felt relieved. Then he meditated on the spot and closed his eyes.

Zhichuan Zhenren walked slowly, and a white light flew out around him, turning into a long sword and staying on the top of Mu Rin's head, and then a layer of transparent knots that fluctuated slowly like a light rain lake spread above Mu Rin's head.

This is exactly the sword of Orikawa Zhenren, the Yunxiu sword.

Yunxiu, meaning the misty mountains. Yunxiu's sword can cut mountain peaks, cut off rivers and seas, and can also bear the majesty of mountains and rivers to protect the safety of important people.

The heavenly thunder struck for three full hours, and Yun Xiu's sword was so protective that Mu Rin was unharmed. dragged on until it really couldn't be entangled, and Tianlei slowly retreated, feeling a little unwilling.

When Mu Rin woke up, there was a Qing Ling Ling's immortal sword lying in her arms, which was even more surprising to her than easily advancing to the Golden Immortal.

Yun Xiu, Yun Xiu, "Xia Yi Xia Jin is like a thousand things, and Yun Feng Yun Xiu is reborn." How majestic and magnificent. But Mu Rin felt that "Yun Wuxin came out of Xiu" was more in line with the master's temperament.

Master has never played a sword...... Mu Rin vaguely understood why this tribulation was so simple.

Mu Rin soon found his master on the top of the mountain, and he was looking at the cloudy sky with his hands in the distance, his face was like a crown of jade, cold and luxurious, and his immortal posture was ethereal.

"Thank you, Master, for protecting the Dharma for the disciples. Mu Rin presented the Yunxiu sword with both hands.

Yun Xiu's sword turned into a streamer and drilled into Zhechuan Zhenren's body, he looked at the disciple, "Your mundane things are over, come with me to Jiuxian Mountain to visit the Falling Dust Immortal Monarch." ”

"Yes. ”

Mu Rin had a sense of relaxation that his practice was finally over, and now he was starting to rest on vacation, smiling easily and casually, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

Orikawa wanted to examine her homework in the past few months, but the words came to her lips but she didn't say them. It's just that, I think I know that she has long been left behind, let her rest for a while, and double her homework when she goes back.

The master and apprentice then set off for Jiuxian Mountain.

This time it's soaring through the clouds, and it's much faster than in the mortal world. Mu Rin saw the clouds and mist on the top of Xianshan Mountain from a distance. There are forbidden flying knot steps in the fairy mountain, until the master and apprentice two fall to the foot of the mountain, they see the lush forest and bamboo everywhere, green all the year round; strange flowers and different grasses, the fragrance is wafting at four o'clock, the natural scenery is very beautiful, and it deserves the reputation of "nine fibers alone".

"Master, the mountain where the Falling Dust Immortal Jun lives is called 'Jiuxian Mountain', and the Jiuxian Mountain lives on the Jiuxian Mountain, which is indeed simple and clear. "It's just a bit of a pity, such a beautiful mountain, such a sloppy name.

Zhichuan Zhenren was in a good mood and patiently explained: "The name of the mountain is taken from the meaning of 'nine days to the moon, the dust is not clean', not the word 'wine fairy' in the name of the dust. ”

“...... It's really more meaningful. Mu Rin smiled, thinking that this Falling Dust Immortal Monarch really knew how to play, and he also took the homonym.

The playful Dust Immortal was lying on the ancient tree, with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed and he was sleeping, and he was holding a grass in his mouth, so he was not at ease.

Zhechuan took Mu Rin to go up and found the wooden house on the mountainside, which was engraved with three big characters of Falling Dust House in wild grass, and Mu Rin recognized it for a long time before he recognized it.

Obviously, the Falling Dust Immortal is not at home. There is a stone table and a stone bench outside the door, and the real person of Orikawa beckons the apprentice to sit down and play a game with him on the stone table to kill time.

In normal times, Mu Rin didn't want to play against the stinky chess basket at all, but now that she was caught sneaking away, she naturally had to behave well, and painstakingly let the master's chess without a trace make her hair fall out!

Slightly won a few chess pieces from the master, and finally lasted until the end of the game, and the Falling Dust Immortal Monarch had not yet returned. Mu Rin looked at the master's unfinished expression, and faintly collapsed.

"Master, shall I go and look for the Fallen Dust Immortal Monarch?"

"It's good that he hasn't returned for so long, and he must have fallen asleep in some tree. Immortal arts are not allowed to be used in the Nine Fiber Mountain, you look carefully. ”

"Yes. ”

Mu Rin took the order and left, and his steps unconsciously sped up a lot. Orikawa thought lightly, the apprentice was really in a hurry.

The sun was already in the west, and the dust opened his eyes in a daze, stretched his waist, spit out the tasteless grass roots, and jumped down with agility...... No, it was the fall of an ancient tree.

Mu Rin heard a loud noise and hurriedly rushed over. I saw violently shaking branches, scattered leaves, dust raised and a man in purple on the ground.

This can't be the Falling Dust Immortal Monarch, right? Mu Rin was a little disillusioned in his heart.

She hurriedly walked over to support the man, the man's face was like a peach, his eyes were like autumn waves, it was actually a boy and a girl, his face was gorgeous, Mu Rin couldn't help but pause.

"Dust Immortal, are you alright? I'll help you up. ”

Luochen Xianjun fell to the ground, and in a trance he heard the sound of a fairy spirit coming from his side, ethereal and beautiful, and then a pair of small hands grabbed his arm, and his heart was numb like an electric shock, and he got up with that force, and a smile was already on his face.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way! Thank you for your help~"

He was indeed the Falling Dust Immortal, and Mu Rin tried to keep smiling. But in his heart, he was complaining: This is too unreliable! The dignified immortal monarch actually fell from the tree, and he didn't have the cold and calm temperament of the immortal at all......

Seeing the stunning beauty smiling at him, Luochen Xianjun was sweet in his heart, and naturally took Mu Rin's hand, and said gently: "Luochen has brewed a few jars ......of good wine, why don't you go with me to taste it?"

Mu Rin smiled and shook his head: "Xianjun is polite, this is what Mu Rin should do." My master has been waiting for you outside the dust house for a long time, and sent me to find someone. ”

Luochen Immortal Jun trembled, suddenly let go of Mu Rin's hand, and touched his chin, "Your master...... It can't be Orikawa, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"......", he actually wanted to hook up with Zhechuan's apprentice, and Luochen Xianjun felt a little cold in his neck.

Luochen tried to make a loving smile: "Master Mu Rin, isn't ......it? Benjun was busy before, and he couldn't go to your apprenticeship, but when I saw it today, my nephew was really talented and intelligent, and he was very good-natured...... We can't keep your master waiting, let's go, let's go see your master!"

Dusty flicked his sleeves and walked in front. It's just that his back is a little gloomy no matter how you look at it.

"Yes. Mu Rin followed behind him, gently curling the corners of her lips.

Luochen smirked: "Zhechuan, long time no see, long time no see! Why don't you bring an apprentice to tell me in advance, I, as an elder, am not ready to meet the gift!"

"It's okay, give me a dozen pots of your newly brewed bamboo leaf wine to my master and apprentice. Orikawa didn't bother to be polite to him.

Luochen pointed at him sadly and angrily, his eyes flowed, as if he was angry: "You, you, Zhechuan, you are too much, I have only made two or three pots of wine in the past hundred years, where can I get more than a dozen pots to give away? You just emptied my wine cellar and didn't ...... it."

The silver moonlight sprinkled with clear light, and the pair of old friends quarreled, one was like a cold dust, and the other was as glamorous as a peach and plum, which was really pleasing to the eye. If it were a man and a woman, it would be a tight match, Mu Rin thought silently.

Luochen glanced at Mu Rin, and said casually: "Senior nephew, you go to the wine cellar behind my house to get the altar bamboo leaves and green flowers, and the mantra to open the knot is: the king of heaven covers the tiger, and the chicken stews mushrooms." I won't get drunk with your master!"

"Yes. Mu Rin left speechlessly.

Luochen blinked, and actually sat next to Zhichuan.

Orikawa looked at him lightly: "Why don't you mess around?"

"I don't think you should take Zhechuan as a name, just take the poisonous tongue, hey, the poisonous tongue is a real person, can it not run through the past and the present?"

Zhichuan Zhenren's eyelids didn't move, and he spit out two words in his mouth: "Ergou." ”

The Falling Dust Immortal Monarch almost fell to the ground, which blew up his hair: "If you don't take you like this, you still take out the common name eight hundred years ago?

Zhichuan Zhenren took out the Yunxiu sword and put it on the stone table.

“...... Okay, okay, I want to ask you, where did you take such a stunning beauty as an apprentice, it looks a little smaller, I don't know if I think you are raising a child and a daughter-in-law!"

Orikawa looked at him lightly: "Ridiculous." ”

"I look at it and think that you master and apprentice are like a pair of beautiful people, and it's hard to guarantee that others don't think so. ”

"I'm not afraid of shadows, I just accept apprentices, and I just take in apprentices, and I just raise my daughter. Falling dust, you don't want to hit her idea. ”

"Am I such a person, what do you do to the juniors...... Zhechuan, Zhechuan, you are only more than 10,000 years old, and in the fairy world, you are young and promising, amazing, and brilliant, so you really haven't moved your mind in this area?"

"I don't have any distractions, I just want to guard Yingzhou and wait for her to come back. There was a rare hint of tenderness and amazement in Orikawa's expression.

The Falling Dust Immortal Monarch had also witnessed the tragedy with his own eyes, and he sighed: "Ten thousand years of vicissitudes, you have cultivated into a real person. So she didn't return...... She was so determined at the beginning, what if she couldn't come back?"

"......" Orikawa was silent.

Luochen knew that he had said the wrong thing, and he didn't know how to explain him for a while.

"Master, Xianjun, the wine is here. Mu Rin came over with a wine tray and poured wine for the two elders.

The mellow aroma of Fenjiu wafts for ten miles, and you will get drunk just by smelling it, not to mention how tempting the taste of pouring it into the wine bottle is......

"Master Mu Rin, sit together!"

Mu Rin looked at the master, but the master's mood was not very high, and he only whispered: "There is no need to be stubborn." Mu Rin sat down.

The master poured himself cup after cup, and Luochen clinked glasses with Mu Rin enthusiastically on the side.