Mo Wunian looked at the sky in the distance, like the hand that supported the entire Qingzhou Heaven, and he knew that the seal had not been reinforced.

Who would break the seal while Zhou Deming was away? Is it the Demon Dao monk who is cowering in the Great Flute Country, or the Qiu Shanhai of the Ink Dust Pavilion...... None of this is known.

It's just that now that three months have passed, and this seal has not been reinforced, Mo Wunian smells a strong smell of conspiracy from it. Maybe it has more to do with Qiu Shanhai, but for some reason, he thinks he might also be a chess piece.

A chess piece that has been laid down by someone may affect the overall situation.

Mo Wunian also wanted to be alone and continue to investigate everything related to the Nine Realms Mountain.

It's just that in this game, no one can avoid it, whether it is a chess piece or not.

During this time, the people of the various sects in Qingzhou were busy with the seal, and they had no time to take care of the demon monks and the demon clan.

Therefore, it is inevitable that some demon monks and demon clans will run out to make trouble in the world.

For example, he and Murong Xiu have been running around the Yan Kingdom to deal with these things in the past few days.

Only occasionally when he looked at that huge hand, he would also think of Mo Zhishan.

Originally, he should not have these feelings, but after a few years, he thought of this stupid father, and his heart was flooded with some waves.

......

In front of Mo Wunian and Murong Xiu, there was a long river rushing and roaring, and the tumbling river was mighty and mighty, heading east.

It is rumored that this river has been formed in the Yan Kingdom for thousands of years, and if passers-by want to pass through here, they need to pass through the ferry where Mo Wunian is now standing.

This is the only place where the river does not seem to be turbulent, and you can drive a small boat to pass it leisurely.

And this ferry port is also called the ancient ferry port.

The scenery on both sides of the strait is just right, the scenery is beautiful, but it is also vast and atmospheric.

But Mo Wunian and Murong Xiu didn't come here to be lyrical and comfortable, they heard that there was a river demon here, and the mortal people on both sides of the strait who had been disturbing recently could not live in peace. When they heard the news, they rushed to see it.

They had been here for a full day, and they stared at the water in the river, their eyes a little numb, but there was no shadow of the river demon.

"As I said earlier, the rumors are not credible. Murong Xiu said coldly to Mo Wunian, and was about to leave here.

"Wait. His eyes were still fixed on the river, as if he could see many mysteries in it. He could feel that although the surface of the river was calm, there was an undercurrent underneath, and there must be something.

He could feel it, and he believed that Murong Xiu could feel it even more, but she didn't have any patience for anything other than cultivation.

Actually, there's something down there, or what is this river...... Because the cultivation realm is higher than his, she can see it more clearly than him.

But he and she don't see much different, it's just the same thing, and the angle of viewing is different, and the scenery imprinted in the end will be a little different.

But the results are all the same......

Originally, she was about to leave, but remembering that he was going to break through to the second realm of the Yuan Shen Realm, she felt that some of the things generated by that thing should be useful to him......

Then she was patient again, and turned and walked back.

A few more days passed like this, but a young man in gray dressed in simple clothes came, and he seemed to have traveled a long way to get here.

After seeing Mo Wunian and the others, he didn't talk to them, and after finding a place to sit down, he also stared at the river.

After a long time, he spoke: "What sect are the two Daoists from?"

"Phantom Heaven Sect. Mo Wunian replied to him lightly.

"Oooh. The gray-clothed young man simply returned, and he didn't seem to be bluffed by the gimmick of the first sect in Qingzhou, and then he said: "Do those two Taoist friends know that there is a difference between living water and dead water in this world?"

Mo Wunian glanced at him and didn't reply to him.

In the world, there are no wonders, spiritual things can be cultivated to spiritual wisdom, and spiritual things without spirit can also be cultivated spiritual wisdom, but it is more difficult than spiritual things.

Just like the river in front of you, it has already opened its spiritual intelligence, and it will not be long before it will transform, and at that time, some special cryolite will be produced.

These cryolites have the purpose of warming the primordial gods and consolidating the souls of mortals, and they are not one-time consumable items, which is of great use to Mo Wunian to break through the second realm next.

It's just a young man in gray, but it's the primordial spirit when it was formed.

Spiritual things can be cultivated to create primordial spirits, and spiritless things naturally also exist, and if the primordial spirits of spiritless things are restrained for the use of instrumental spirits, it can make the effectiveness of the original magic weapon or spiritual weapon multiplied several times!

"Do you know that people are also divided into the living and the dead?" The young man in gray continued, as if he were chatting with someone he knew.

He sat there, and suddenly the river before him, which was still calm, was indeed boiling and boiling, and the waves were splashing and splashing, one heavier than the other.

splashed straight to Mo Wunian's side, and the waves that were a few feet high seemed to be able to swallow him up with any one of them.

The wind around the young man was even more violent, blowing sand and rocks all around, but there was not a trace of dust on his body.

His intentions were obvious, he wanted to drive Mo Wunian and Murong Xiu away.

"It seems to me that if you stay any longer, you will be a dead man. Mo Wunian didn't let out any cultivation to fight him.

The young man is a small realm above him, but as long as he has no thoughts, he will become a dead man at any time.

But he didn't...... He knew that in the next few days, there would be people coming here one after another.

Perhaps the disciples of various sects are dedicating their own efforts to the chaos caused by the loosening of the seal. But no matter what time it is, there are human desires.

Some are only magnified or imprisoned, and if there is desire, there will be strife, and it has nothing to do with justice or evil, which is what human nature is.

Because of strife, people will come and teach young people the difference between "the living and the dead."

"Haha! I'm just asking, Daoyou's answer is interesting!" With that, he retracted his cultivation aura and continued to sit back in his place.

......

Sure enough, a few days later, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian came over, just like a few days ago, he also told the young man and Mo Wunian and Murong Xiu about the difference between "the living and the dead".

But when the young man heard this, he casually formed a seal, and a large golden seal appeared out of thin air, pressing the middle-aged Confucian to the bottom of the river.

As if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the Confucian scholar, he said: "I have always liked to tell others about reasoning. ”。

The Confucian was crushed to the bottom of the river, but never came out again.

This couldn't help but make Mo Wunian glance at the young man, that Confucian scholar was also in the same realm.

But this glance is just a glance. This glance did not even arouse the slightest surprise for him.

It was also the same few days that a young man with a rich body and a bare upper body came. This time, as soon as he heard that he was going to talk about "reasoning", the young man had not yet made a move, but Mo Wunian was one step ahead of him, or he said that he was going to make a sword......

A sword aura like a rainbow flew over the young man's head, directly turning the rich man into ashes, and this time it was the young man's turn to look at Mo Wunian.

The surprise in his eyes was much better than Mo Wunian's, and then he calmed down and said, "It seems that Daoist friends don't like others to reason with you. ”。

Mo Wunian didn't reply to him, and the young man seemed to be used to it, and drew his gaze back to the tumbling river.

"You don't like people talking in your ear either?" Murong Xiu seemed to have seen something, and glanced at Mo Wunian with deep meaning.

"Uh-huh. He replied to her lightly.

It doesn't matter if he talks about "reason" or not, but he has to tell him "reason" as soon as he comes up, and he has to talk about it for a long time and chatter, which disturbs his peace very much.

Especially when he was in the Phantom Sky Sect, he was deeply "tortured" by Meng Xinghao, and when he said such words about chewing the root of his tongue, he naturally touched his taboo.

But he savored Murong Xiu's words, and as if he had an epiphany, he heard her voice, which meant that he was living in her cave world, and he was disturbing her tranquility.

And often at such times, he will choose to be silent.

This attitude is just like when Liu Dewang was afraid that Murong Xiu would not let them build a cabin outside her cave world, he said to Liu Dewang with a bit of seriousness: "Did she say that she would drive me away?"

It's an attitude.