"If it were a normal period, I would have killed my teachers and nephews, and I would have given them a companion. A smile appeared on Mo Jiu's old face, showing kindness.

But the murderous aura exuded by the book displayed in front of him grew stronger and stronger, until at last it seemed to be substance. The black clouds that had been dispelled by Mo Wunian's aura had also regrouped, and it began to rain.

But no matter how strong the rain was, it couldn't touch Mo Jiu's body at all, he was so clean from beginning to end, and his godless eyes were clear and bright.

"Mr. Mo Jiu turned out to be no different from your three nephews!" Wu Mu looked at him quietly, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

She had heard her father say that he didn't like the sick hypocrites of Junyimen the most, and they couldn't help but look weak, but they used the most neat and neat kung fu in front of them and behind them.

At that time, she was young and only a joke, but now she knows that what her father said is true.

"Is there a difference? I think there is. These three people still haven't learned to do things for the sect and for me...... Junyi Gate Considerations. ”

"If it were me, I wouldn't have anything to do with you, girl, and go straight to it. I will deal with you afterwards, and the world will still be clean. ”

The smile on Mo Jiu's face became more and more gentle, but there was already a strong wind behind him, the wind blew his clothes fluttering, his gray beard swaying with the wind, and he looked dusty and elegant.

Wu Mu sneered, but he was completely convinced by his eloquent fallacies, and didn't want to answer him anymore.

"This Mo Xiaoyou really has a good heart. Looking at Mo Wunian, whose expression had not changed at all, Mo Jiu said with a little appreciation.

The battle between Mo Wunian and Lin Zuoqing in the big comparison of the sect is naturally fresh in people's minds, and Mo Jiu also wrote him down.

Wu Mu would sneer at him a few words in front of him, but Mo Wunian didn't make any moves, he wasn't afraid, and he didn't resent...... It was like a stone statue, and the place where he stood had not moved.

Mo Jiu felt that he either had a really good temperament or something wrong with his head, but he preferred to believe in the former.

"I don't want to talk to dead people. Mo Wunian said lightly, obviously talking to Mo Jiu, but the gaze in his eyes looked away casually, and even the corner of his eye didn't want to sweep to him.

It's not contempt, it's real disregard.

Mo Jiu was surprised, but he was not angry at all, but laughed three times and said, "Mo Xiaoyou's remarks are really interesting. ”。

There was another person who was unexpected, that is, Wu Mu, she knew that she and Mo Wunian would never be able to deal with Mo Jiu's opponent, and she had already secretly thought about a way to get out.

But it's just such a tea cup kung fu, Mo Wunian said such a sentence.

This is a very light statement, but the result is not intended to be a catalyst......

Mo Jiu's smile became brighter and brighter, and his face was also easy to think of a word-Iron Tree Blossom! She knew that he was really angry, this was called hiding a knife in a smile.

She has always felt that Mo Wunian is very unreliable, to be precise, she never follows the rules and regulations, but saying such a sentence also angered Mo Jiu even more, originally she had the hope of escaping with thirty percent, but it also became the hope of thirty percent to die after holding up half a pillar of incense in Mo Jiu's hand.

Maybe they won't even be able to hold up half a pillar of incense.

Although he was angry with Mo Wunian, he didn't hesitate at all, and without thinking too much, Wu Mu made a decision in his heart.

She said to him, "Hey, you've saved this girl a few times, and this time you're ......."

"Go and practice well, with your qualifications, you should kill him like a dog. Mo Wunian interrupted her words, and her words sounded like scolding Mo Jiu.

But he said it very lightly, as if he was stating the facts. What he said was indeed true, if the qualifications of the innate Dao seed were to the point of asking the Yuan God Realm to kill the Yin Void Realm cultivators, it would not be difficult.

Wu Mu wanted to speak, but found that her body was restricted by external forces, and she guessed that Mo Wunian should have restricted his movements.

Then, Mo Wunian lifted her upside down in a very unsightly posture, like lifting a little chicken, and then pinched the method with one hand and used spiritual power to conjure up a gust of wind and send her to the ruined Taoist temple.

Wu Mu was ashamed and angry, his cheeks were crimson, and his sickly white skin looked very cute.

It should have been more dominated by anger in her heart, but looking at the thin black figure that was about to disappear in her sight, a warm feeling hit her chest.

......

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, Liu Dewang had just patched up the hole in the roof, but a strange wind hit and lifted the hole again, and a pink figure lay flat and slowly fell from above.

"Big brother. The person who fell down was naturally Wu Mu, she saw Lin Zuoqing who was unconscious on the side, and she was a little happy to see that he was fine.

But as she glanced away, she saw a white shadow again.

The man was holding the wine jar and drinking slowly, his movements were very unsightly, but there was a kind of chic dust, coupled with the person's peerless appearance, three thousand green silks were scattered behind him at will, and he was even more ethereal like a Guanghan fairy.

Wu Mu looked at the person's appearance, felt his temperament again, and suddenly felt a sense of inferiority that was inferior to his self-esteem.

But the next moment, she remembered that Mo Wunian had cut her hair before, and suddenly she was confident again.

Like a haughty kitten, she raised her little head and looked at the man with a pair of almond eyes full of confidence.

That person was none other than Murong Xiu, who noticed that Wu Mu was looking at her, and said in a cold voice, "What about him?"

This sentence is as cold as the tone of her voice, which makes people feel nothing.

But Wu Mu seemed to smell something else from it, her little head was raised higher, and she looked higher and proud: "Which one?"

Of course she knew who she was talking about, but she didn't want to answer her properly.

Murong Xiu didn't care either, and after taking a few sips of wine, her long, narrow and good-looking eyes also looked back, and said in her cold tone: "That person has a lot of polite words, I don't like it very much." But if it's you, you should enjoy listening to it. ”。

She also thought in her heart, sure enough, she still preferred to practice a little more. But after the words came out, she looked at the ordinary rice wine in front of her and thought thoughtfully.

"Perhaps. Wu Mu seemed not to be outdone, and deliberately replied in her cold tone.

It's a pity that she didn't learn it at all, but she often showed the "lady" flavor on her lips, and the indescribable gentleness was like a spring willow brushing her skin, and like a bright moon shining on the breeze......

The two of them didn't speak, and the atmosphere became weird, but Liu Dewang couldn't stand this atmosphere the most, he looked at Lin Zuoqing, who had not woken up for a long time on the ground, and was a little envious of him.

He also remembered his Xiaohong Senior Sister again, and he felt that his Xiaohong Senior Sister was the most gentle.

......

"Actually...... I like an eclectic young man like Mo Xiaoyou the most, why don't you join us Junyimen?" Mo Jiu stared at Mo Wunian, his eyes were full of wisdom, like a saint with no class.

"There is no need to go around so much nonsense. Mo Wunian replied to him lightly, not believing him at all.

I really can't believe it, how can I say childish things at my age when I have cultivated to Mo Jiu's age? Even if there is, it is all a lie, just like now.

"You're a little different from the young cultivators I know. Mo Jiu couldn't hear ridicule or appreciation, but the smile on his face finally put away, and his face was a little cold.

Mo Wunian is indeed different from the juniors he knows, if those juniors are in the current situation, in order to survive, they will definitely believe his words, and then kill their companions by killing each other.

He waited for Mo Wunian to believe him, and then went to kill Wu Mu, so that even if something happened, it had nothing to do with his "fair" Mr. Mo Jiu, and it was really seamless.

This is also to implement the concept of "a gentleman does not use his hands" in their Junyi Gate, but his three stupid teachers and nephews who passed away obviously did not understand the essence of this sentence.

It's a pity that Mo Wunian didn't go as he wished. He is also not like the juniors he has seen who are "pedantic" to the point of being unbending.

All he had was indifference, so indifferent that it seemed that Mr. Mo Jiu was just an object in front of him. Or maybe he, the old horseman, is the meat on the chopping board, and the other person is the knife that can cut meat.

"People are naturally different. Mo Wunian replied to him lightly, only feeling that the other party had a lot of words. Deeply poisoned by Meng Xinghao, he now dislikes people who talk a lot.

"What's the difference?" Mo Jiu had a smile on his face again, like a dead tree in spring, this junior really made him more interested.

"I am the living, and you are the dead...... Someone who is going to die!" Mo Wunian didn't seem to know what the consequences would be when he said this, and said it casually and indifferently.

"Oh......" Mo Jiu said softly after hearing this, the smile on his face disappeared, but it did not tend to be gloomy, but as silent as the sea.