"Master, are you feeling better?" Yan Gexing handed Mo Jiyu a cup of tea, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, he really didn't know what expression to use in front of this woman, so he had to keep a straight face.

The things on the table had already been cleaned up by him, and the red peony branch was put back into the pot and filled with soil, he looked at the untouched cup of tea and Mo Jiyu's pale face, and his fingers moved lightly, and he was still silent after all.

"I'm fine, you can go down and rest first. Mo Jiyu said weakly, but she kept panicking in her heart, especially when this pot of red peony flowers was still on the table, and the thought of having a heart in it made her hair stand on end.

The apprentice retired first. Yan Gexing retreated after respectfully saying this, but when he left, he glanced at Mo Jiyu more, his lips were pursed, and his face was a little gloomy.

Mo Jiyu put the pot of flowers into the storage bracelet, out of sight and without trembling, she took out a bag of dried meat and started eating, while thinking about the plot, she didn't find any useful information after thinking about it for a long time, and couldn't help but feel upset.

Finally got to the night, Mo Jiyu knew that the terrible ghost would definitely come out tonight, she first put on all the magic weapons and magic clothes given by her senior brother and sister, otherwise it would be bad if she would be injured, her little life was very precious.

The night was getting thicker, and a strange fragrance wafted from nowhere, Mo Jiyu smelled it carefully, and there was an earthy smell of earth and blood.

Just when she felt a little strange, the wind suddenly rose, blowing the window rattling, Mo Jiyu tapped her forehead with her finger, and took a few deep breaths to build up her psychology.

The wind blew open the window and blew it in, and the window was blown directly to the ground, making a loud noise, and the white window paper was blown into the room accompanied by sand, and the whole room was covered with dust, and it was a mess.

The desktop was covered with a layer of fine sand, Mo Jiyu stained a little fine sand on the table with her hands, and sure enough, she found soil, she picked up the soil, and sure enough, she saw some brown traces, presumably it was blood that soaked the soil, it seems that this ghost is not easy to deal with!

She secretly ran the exercises, her nails were covered with an ice mist, and those ice mist formed a mist lotus on the back of her hand along the fingers of her hand, she listened carefully for a while, and then whispered when she heard a faint miserable cry: "It's coming." ”

A large amount of earth suddenly fell into the room, and the wind poured directly into the room, blowing the entire room to pieces, and also blowing the robe on her body high, and the ice condensation sword in her hand made a tinkling sound similar to spring water.

"Elder Mo, this wind and yellow sand are blowing so much that people can't open their eyes, and it's useless to resist with exercises. A disciple shouted loudly.

Mo Jiyu stood in the torn room, her robe wrapped in white mist, and the hat was put back on her head, obscuring her face.

The layer of white mist isolated those wind and sand, and she waved her hand lightly like a god standing in the sea of clouds, and those disciples only felt a little coolness, and the next second they found that they could all open their eyes.

I saw that Mo Jiyu's palm condensed a transparent and brilliant ice lotus, which was still dazzling in the dark night. She gently pushed her hand forward, and the ice lotus flew towards the source of the wind and sand.

The ice lotus began to bloom, and the petals began to unfold one by one, and the water in the air condensed into ice every time it unfolded, completely sealing the wind and sand inside.

"Ice Lotus Bloom! It is the eighth layer of the Ice Lotus Divine Skill, I didn't expect Elder Mo's cultivation to be so profound, it is simply amazing. ”

Mo Jiyu didn't bother to pay attention to those remarks about her, she waited anxiously for the arrival of the ghost. The disciples of the Cangyun Sect all came out, and everyone was ready to attack with their magic swords, even Yan Gexing.

The wind and sand became bigger and bigger, and even the appearance of spiral rolls appeared, and the disciples of the Cangyun Sect all held their breath and concentrated, their hands tightly gripping the hilt of their swords.

A touch of red suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, accompanied by a woman's cry of blood: "Ziyan, Ziyan." ”

The disciples of the Cangyun Sect pulled out their magic swords one after another, the sword body flashed with a cold light, the ice lotus pinched out by Mo Jiyu had completely bloomed, all the wind and sand had been frozen, the temperature plummeted, and a trace of white smoke came out of the ground, and the bodies of some disciples with lower cultivation began to tremble.

Mo Jiyu was whispering something, and when he listened carefully, he was: "Rich and strong, democratic, and civilized...... Socialist precepts bless me!"

Even though she was mentally prepared, when she saw the face of the red-clothed ghost with her own eyes, she was still taken aback, and she almost blurted out a Sichuan swear word, and at the last moment remembered her own character and quickly held back.

The red-clothed ghost's withered hand passed through the hollow of her heart, her cloudy eyes with blood and tears were firmly fixed on Mo Jiyu wearing a hat, and her voice was hoarse: "Ziyan, is it you?"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, Mo Jiyu blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized something.

She deliberately lowered her voice and said affectionately: "Are you okay? I haven't been with you to enjoy the flowers recently, I wonder if you miss me?"

"Ziyan, I've given you my whole heart!" The red-clothed ghost stretched out his dry hand and flew in the direction of Mo Jiyu, making the disciples below look frightened, for fear that Mo Jiyu would not be able to resist the blow of the ghost.

"I miss you too. Mo Jiyu lowered her voice and laughed, looking mad in this extraordinarily quiet night, she guessed that 'Ziyan' should be a homonym, and according to her dress, it was very likely to be a woman.

And this woman must be related to the gardener Jiang Bo, but the most important thing at the moment is to repel this red-clothed ghost now.

The ice lotus in mid-air was completely in full bloom, and Mo Jiyu moved his fingers lightly and whispered, "Separate." The ice lotus instantly split into petals, each one shining with a sharp light.

Each petal flew in the direction of the red-clothed ghost, and each piece slashed across the ghost's body, leaving scars behind them, forcing the ghost to let out a scream that was higher than the other.

The petals finally re-formed an ice lotus and attacked straight towards the female ghost's face, and the speed didn't even react to the ghost, the ice lotus exploded all at once, and the surroundings were frozen into ice, and the ghost was trapped in this ice prison and couldn't move.

The ghost frantically hit the ice wall inside, trying to break through the ice prison, but the ice prison was extremely hard, not even a small crack appeared, and after struggling for a while, the ghost gradually went crazy, and a red bead suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Mo Jiyu squinted slightly, looking at the bead that emitted a strange red light, knowing that this was the Powerful Ghost Pill, she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly to look in the direction of Yan Gexing, seeing that Yan Gexing was just holding the hilt of the sword tightly, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Of course, Yan Gexing noticed that Mo Jiyu was looking at him, and he couldn't help but clench the hilt of the sword even more, his eyes were deep, as if there was an undercurrent surging.