Song Yuan pondered for a long time and asked tentatively.

"The Venerable Master said that he couldn't pass on the art of Edgeworth.

If I join Brother Dao's sect......"

"Daoyou means that I accept apprentices on behalf of my teacher?"

Yao Muyun asked.

He still shook his head.

"No, our sect has always been a single line, and it ......"

Yao Muyun frowned and paused, then continued.

"And it has always only accepted the sad and lonely. ”

"Daoyou doesn't meet the requirements. ”

"This ......"

Song Yuan opened his mouth and finally stopped talking.

Even if he couldn't exchange the sword skills, he decided to go on a trip with Yao Muyun.

After all, he had already promised Yao Muyun, and besides, he still didn't give up, wanting to see if things would turn around in the end.

"Sad ?......"

The two continued to hurry, Song Yuan looked at Yao Muyun, who was looking more and more sad on the side, and remembered what he had just said, his eyes were slightly condensed.

Maybe he knew why Yao Muyun was hesitant to go back to his hometown to kill the demon, and why he looked like this when he walked on the way home.

Towards evening, the two came to a town and found an inn to rest.

......

At night, the moon is hazy.

Under the moonlight passing through the window.

"Wan Niang ......"

Yao Muyun was lying on the bed, looking at a silver hairpin in his hand, his eyes showed sadness and longing, his expression was painful, and he muttered in his mouth.

He looked at the silver hairpin, and a painful memory appeared on his face, as if he had returned to the day when Wan Niang handed over the silver hairpin to him twelve years ago.

......

"The morning is heavy, Wanniang, you have been sick and weak since you were a child, why do you have to go out of the city to see me off. ”

Outside the city gate, the man looked ordinary, his eyes were like cold stars, he was wearing a literati shirt, and there was a bit of distress in his words.

"You're going to Beijing to catch the exam, how can Wanniang not come to see you off?"

A woman with a beautiful face, a pair of eyebrows, and eyes like autumn water, her face was a little sickly, her expression was sad, her eyes were red, and she shook her head gently.

"Wan Niang rest assured.

I have taken the Central Asian Yuan in the township examination, and I will definitely be the title of the gold list when I enter Beijing to take the exam this time, and I will win the title of the Toad Palace!"

The man's eyes were shining, and his face carried a confidence and spirit unique to young people, as if the Toad Palace was already in his hands.

He lowered his head, grabbed the woman's soft and boneless hand, looked at her face, and said solemnly.

"When I am named on the gold list, I will definitely come back to propose marriage and marry Wan Niang. ”

The woman lowered her head, a little red appeared on her bloodless face, and her expression was shy.

She pulled out a silver hairpin from her bun spontaneously, raised her head to look at the young man, her expression was still shy, but there was a bit of seriousness in her eyebrows, and she said in a low voice.

"Since Yun Lang said that he wanted to marry me, he must not break his word, and this silver hairpin will be regarded as a token of you and me!"

"Good. ”

The man smiled, took the hosta, and ripped off a jade pendant from his waist.

"My jade pendant is also used as a token and handed over to Wan Niang. ”

The woman took the jade pendant from the man's hand, and her expression became even more shy.

After exchanging love tokens and saying goodbye, the man took the scholar and walked into the distance, suddenly came back to his senses, laughed and waved his hand vigorously, and shouted loudly.

"Wanniang, I will definitely come back to marry you, you wait for me!"

"I will. ”

The woman's eyes were filled with mist, and she whispered.

......

Yao Muyun is a native of Xiaoshan Mansion in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province from a poor family, and Su Wanniang, a young lady of the Su family, a famous local wealthy businessman, was a childhood sweetheart.

The silver hairpin in his hand at this time was the love token given by Wan Niang at that time.

Looking at the silver hairpin, Yao Muyun's face showed the color of memory, and some memories and beauty briefly appeared in his eyes, but they were soon replaced by longing and pain.

Finally, he sighed lowly and carefully took the silver hairpin into his arms.

In another room, Song Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, contemplating the art of doppelganger.

Among the three spells, the doppelganger technique has the lowest difficulty.

He chose to practice this spell first.

"I don't know how long I'll be able to stay in the mural world this time.

Hopefully there's enough time for me to learn all three spells. ”

Day 2.

Song Yuan and Yao Muyun walked out of the inn.

He looked at the bloodshot in the other party's eyes, and confirmed his previous conjecture even more.

The two continued on their way.

Xiaoshan Mansion is far away from Shanxuan Mansion, and it is not far away.

Especially for the two people whose foot strength is very comparable, the journey has been more than half in less than two or three days.

The sun is shining, and the trees on the forest road are cool on both sides.

A large fallen tree sits in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

Song Yuan's eyes moved slightly.

Apparently they were met by robbers who were blocking the road.

Yao Muyun twisted his eyebrows and looked at the big tree blocking the way, as if he suddenly remembered something far away, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Whew!

In the shade of the roads on both sides, more than a dozen robbers with swords in their hands jumped out, with fierce expressions.

The robbers at the head, with an ugly appearance and a big knife on their shoulders, walked out behind the robbers, looked at the two of them, and smiled fiercely.

"You two, Lao Tzu doesn't talk nonsense with you.

I'm sure you can see what we do.

Leave all your money, and we'll spare your life.

Otherwise......"

He sneered, his broadsword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a fierce aura appeared on his face.

The other robbers were also armed with swords and laughed wickedly.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Yao Muyun couldn't see joy or anger in his eyes, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

Song Yuan turned his head to look at Yao Muyun, his eyebrows raised, and he keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong with his emotions.

"You're asking me?

Do you think I can't scare you?"

When the leader of the robbers heard this, he looked stunned and stretched out his hand to himself.

He seemed to have heard something very funny, and smirked.

"Anyone who didn't know each other and sold his life money, or when I was in a bad mood, Lao Tzu went down with a knife and sent them back to the West.

There are not dozens of people who died at my hands, but more than a dozen, and you ask me if I have ever killed anyone?!"

A touch of murderous intent appeared in Yao Muyun's eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out.

Two red rays carrying an astonishing sharp sword intent flew out one after another, each heading in the left and right directions!

Almost instantly, more than a dozen robbers, together with the bandit leader who was standing not far in front of them, had their eyes bulging, and their bodies all froze in place.

The two sword pills flew back into Yao Muyun's palm, spinning and flying.

The head of the robber leader and more than a dozen other robbers slipped from their necks, the wounds were smooth as mirrors, and blood gushed out like a spring!

Song Yuan frowned and looked at Yao Muyun beside him.

He didn't understand why the other party reacted so violently, not like he simply heard the reaction of someone who was killed by a robber.

Yao Muyun's eyes were blood-red, his breathing was a little heavy, the two sword pills in his palm were spinning and flying, looking at the big tree that fell to the ground, his eyes were straight.

......

The man who entered Beijing to take the exam fell to the ground, his shirt covered with dust, and at the end of his vision was a big tree that had been deliberately put down.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his consciousness was a little blurred, but he still used his body to protect a silver hairpin.

"Let it go! I told you to let go!

Hand over the silver hairpin!"

A robber with a fierce face, with an impatient look, kicked the man who was curled up on the ground!