Zhang Ziyi walked in front of Hu Anping with Mo Jue and the three of them.

Fan Wenxuan suddenly crossed Zhang Ziyi, saluted him, and said gratefully: "Thank you Senior Brother for your advice, there will be great rewards in the future." ”

Hu Anping deliberately pretended to be bored and froze on his face, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Stinky boy, you hurt me!!"

After that, he turned around and wanted to run, but was grabbed by the collar by Zhang Ziyi, who suddenly realized.

Running away from it, Hu Anping smiled awkwardly at Zhang Ziyi, and called timidly: "Master, ......"

Zhang Ziyi tugged at Hu Anping's collar and said with a smile: "I said how do you feel so familiar, it turned out to be you, Xiao Anzi......"

Hu Anping shrunk his neck: "It's my ......"

Zhang Ziyi suddenly grabbed Hu Anping's neck and shouted: "Do you know that it's you? You also know that I am your master? Aren't you afraid of being expelled from my master......

When the three of Mo Jue on the side saw this scene, they suddenly regretted their decision just now.

Hu Anping struggled for a while, and finally broke free of Zhang Ziyi's hand, and hurriedly said: "Three pots, three pots of wine!!"

Zhang Ziyi's eyes lit up: "Where is the wine?"

Hu Anping rubbed his neck and gasped: "In ...... I'm under the bed. ”

When Zhang Ziyi heard Hu Anping's words, he subconsciously shouted: "You fart! You don't have a single hair under the bed!"

Hu Anping wiped the spit on his face and replied: "Walk three steps outside against the wall, I dug a cellar there..."

Zhang Ziyi took his hands behind his back, rolled his eyes, and said loudly: "Ahem, Xiao Anzi, the junior disciples will be handed over to you, go and prepare for them to worship first,"

After that, he ran away without a trace.

The three of Mo Jue were stunned, and after coming over for a while, Qin Dang asked, "That... Brother... Master, has he always been like this?"

Hu Anping nodded helplessly: "You have to get used to it... Let's go, I'll take you to the courtyard first. ”

As he spoke, Hu Anping turned around and walked forward slowly.

Moments later,

The three of them stood in front of a 'courtyard', saying that it was a courtyard, but it was just a few small wooden houses, enclosed by a fence, and everywhere revealed a simple atmosphere.

Hu Anping walked in with the three of them, and said casually: "These rooms are all left by my Sword Peak seniors, you can pick any one." ”

At this time, Mo Jue, who hadn't spoken for a long time, opened his mouth and asked, "Senior brother, why did the master say that when I was apprenticing to the master, the master said that it was the Sword Palace, and you all said it was the Sword Peak?"

Hu Anping looked at him in surprise: "Huh, the old man didn't tell you?"

The three of them shook their heads, indicating that Zhang Ziyi hadn't mentioned it at all, and Hu Anping smiled slightly, revealing an expression that was really like this.

"I knew that, in that case, I'd tell you..."

As he spoke, Hu Anping stretched out his hand, and several chairs appeared in the courtyard.

Hu Anping also had an extra gourd in his hand, and a smell of wine poured into the noses of the three people, and the former poured a sip of wine before slowly saying to them:

"This matter has to start with the ancestor of the Cloud Sword Sect, it is said that the ancestor was once accepted as a disciple by the old man who thought it was mysterious, and then founded the Cloud Sword Sect, and later the old man inherited the Sword Palace and accepted another disciple. This Sword Palace, as if it had been waiting for something, had been staying in the Cloud Sword Sect, and over time it became the sixth peak of the Cloud Sword Sect. ”

As he spoke, Juan paused for a moment, thought for a moment and continued:

"I also heard the old man mention this when he was drunk, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Hearing this, Mo Jue nodded: "That senior brother, why did you look at me in front of the main hall? Also, you don't seem to have much respect for your master..."

Qin Dang on the side nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's really not very respectful." ”

Hu Anping was silent for a while before answering the questions of the two: "Master... For me, it's not just a mentor, it's more like family. I was brought up by the old man when I was a child, and I was used to it. As for why it gave you a look, it's because of our Sword Peak... It's the weakest Dao Peak..."

After that, Juan Ping smiled bitterly.

Qin Dang didn't expect Hu Anping to say this, and shouted in a lost voice: "How can it be the weakest?"

Mo Jue seemed to remember something, and said, "Is it because of the number of people? Master Zun said that there are two official disciples of our Sword Palace and one registered disciple.... Hey, what about the named disciple? Why didn't you see it?"

"I'm the named disciple..."

Hu Anping said silently, the wry smile on his face deepened again, and then pointed at Fan Wenxuan and said: "I'm the same as that kid, the old man said that I was not suitable for swordsmanship, and I used that method back then, and the old man accepted me as a registered disciple." ”

At this time, the three of them knew what Zhang Ziyi meant by what he said just now.

However, Hu Anping didn't seem to want to say any more, stood up and walked out, leaving a sentence:

"You guys should rest early, I'll come back to you tomorrow morning, the old man probably won't have time to deal with you today..."

Looking at Hu Anping's departing figure, Mo Jue opened his mouth and muttered:

"It seems, something sad was mentioned...."

At this time, Fan Wenxuan stood up and walked towards one of the wooden houses without saying a word.

Qin Dang also smiled at Mo Jue and said, "Rest early, it's useless to think so much, it's a big deal, let's go down the mountain." ”

With that, I also walked into a wooden house.

Mo Jue smiled and walked to the other wooden house.

Pushing open the door, a puff of dust poured out, choking Mo Jue coughing several times.

Wait until the dust clears, and Mo Jue dares to enter.

There was only one wooden bed and one table in the room, inheriting the simple style of Jianfeng.

Mo Jue walked to the bed and lay down on it.

Lying down, the body that had been tense relaxed all the time, and the originally suppressed emotions poured out.

All the things that had happened in the past two days began to appear in Mo Jue's mind, and it could be said that from the moment he stepped into the Dao Yuan, things happened one after another, and he didn't have time to react at all.

Mo Jue exhaled a breath of turbidity, stretched out his hand and put it in front of him, his eyes were bright red, and he didn't even have time to wash the blood stains on his hands.

A smell of blood poured into the tip of Mo Jue's nose, causing a stirring in his heart.

"Boy, die..."

"Kill him....."

"Don't come here..."

A sentence passed through Mo Jue's heart, accompanied by the faces, those with scars, those surrounding him, and even Fan Wenxuan in his dreams.

Those blood-stained, hideous faces seemed to pull Mo Jue into the abyss step by step.

He pressed his head hard, trying to squeeze the images out of his head, but they became clearer and clearer.

Mo Jue's eyes widened, feeling that his eyes were covered by a blood-red, and a killing intent was generated out of thin air in his heart.

"Kill... Then you'll feel better...."

A sentence suddenly appeared in Mo Jue's mind, as if someone was whispering in his ear, bewitching him.

Just when Mo Jue was about to lose his mind, a coolness came from his arms, as if when Mo Jue was about to step into the abyss, someone stepped forward desperately and pulled him back.

With a long sigh of relief, Mo Jue took out the shimmering Qingxin Jade from his arms, and muttered in his mouth:

"It's good to have you..."

With that, Mo Jue got up and walked out.

In this state, he definitely can't sleep.

At this time, it was already dusk, and a remnant sun hung on the horizon, making a final struggle.

Mo Jue walked out of the wooden house, hesitated for a moment, walked to Fan Wenxuan's house and knocked on the door.

'Squeak'

The old wooden door let out a mournful sound, and Fan Wenxuan stood behind the door and asked expressionlessly, "What's the matter?"

Mo Jue didn't know why he came to Fan Wenxuan, maybe compared to Qin Dang, who seemed a little unreliable, Fan Wenxuan seemed more reliable.

"Can I go in and sit down?" Wen Xuan. ”

Mo Jue pointed to the room and said.

Fan Wenxuan looked at Mo Jue suspiciously, but still made a way for him to enter.

After a while, Fan Wenxuan sat at the table, supported his cheeks with his hands, and asked indifferently, "Say, what's the matter?"

Mo Jue smiled awkwardly: "Can't I come to you if it's okay?"

Fan Wenxuan stood up, walked straight to the wooden bed, and said, "Since that's the case, please go back." ”