"Other women, I haven't thought much about this since I've practiced. Mo Wunian shook his head and returned to Lin Zuoqing lightly.

"Haha!" Lin Zuoqing laughed loudly, as if mocking, and didn't believe a word of what he said.

And what Mo Wunian said was also the truth, so far he has practiced, except for his "Ah Xiu", he has no other thoughts about other women. Even if it is this Murong Xiu in front of him, it is only because she looks like her, and it may even be her!

Mo Wunian drew his sword and slashed out several swords in front of him, and several black sword qi ripples spread, covering the sky and the sun, and the sword qi spread to the stone bricks underground, and everywhere was also full of broken gravel and broken stones that were cut and flew around.

The wind and a few dragons were also swallowed in it, and there was no movement again.

Maybe most of the people questioned Mo Wunian before, but by this time, almost no one had pointed a finger at him anymore.

Except for the disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect......

Regarding Mo Wunian's words, Lin Zuoqing didn't want to answer too much, he just wanted to beat him up now, but he also didn't want him to be beaten down by him just a few times.

He hoped that he could hold on longer, so that he could beat him a few more times for Wu Mu.

It's like this, but it's just right.

The wind blew his green shirt and the blue scarf on his head, just like his heart at this time, which couldn't be still.

Without waiting for Mo Wunian to make any more movements, the pen in his hand drew again in the air, the movements were smooth, or sprinkled, obviously looking like a weak scholar, but there was a kind of elegant.

Heaven and earth are paper, and spiritual power is pen.

Soon, a painting was painted by him, which outsiders could not see, but could feel.

Everything within a few tens of feet centered on him was silent, and this silence was the sound of a falling stone in the air, and it retained its timbre at that moment.

But he turned all the surrounding scenery into his formation, or it was his own technique, and he now drew this picture out of thin air.

Everything in this painting was also up to him, and he opened his mouth to say to the sword qi that Mo Wunian had slashed out: "Scatter." ”。

Sure enough, those sword qi that looked aggressive and sharp dissipated!

He walked slowly towards Mo Wunian, and there was a strong wind condensed on the pen in his hand, and this stroke would definitely end his life.

Mo Wunian can also feel that his current state is very strange, and his body is still, but it is not the kind of superficial stillness, in addition to his thoughts, he is connected to the blood and spiritual power in his body...... They all fell silent.

The only thing he could do was to watch Lin Zuoqing slowly walk towards him step by step.

But in his opinion, this technique also has flaws.

He didn't look at Lin Zuoqing in front of him again, and sure enough, this "Lin Zuoqing" also dissipated.

And Lin Zuoqing himself still maintains his original state, it seems that he is also a part of his paintings, and even the sword aura has not dissipated. Everything is still too......

As for the scene he could see before, the Lin Zuoqing who walked towards him was the only thing he could move—what his mind could see.

This mind is also spiritual.

He also returned to his thoughts again, and sure enough, Lin Zuoqing had already walked to a place only a few feet away from him.

Mo Wunian rarely praises people, but facing the young man in green shirt in front of him, he really admires him a little, he can combine his spiritual sense with the formation he has learned, get out of his own way, and use the technique in front of him, there are few people in the entire Qingzhou, and even in the three states of Zhongyuan, who can do it!

His spiritual sense is indeed powerful, otherwise he would not let everything around him be affected by him.

But it's a pity, if Lin Zuoqing doesn't use this technique, but uses other techniques to continue grinding with Mo Wunian, then Mo Wunian must lose.

His idea is also simple, he wants to trap Mo Wunian in the paintings he painted, "torture" him, and vent his anger for his beloved little junior sister.

Although Mo Wunian has not cultivated spiritual consciousness, what he has is not a mortal soul, but a primordial god that belongs to a monk, and it is the primordial spirit of a thousand-year-old monk.

Even if he has not cultivated spiritual sense, he is not something that a monk can shake.

Also when Lin Zuoqing arrived in front of Mo Wunian, he moved, the sword in his hand slowly raised, there was no sword qi spurting out, no fancy moves, and it was as if it had not been carefully considered, and the sword was swung out.

Lin Zuoqing was a little surprised, stunned in place for a moment, stabbed at the sword himself in his eyes, and continued to enlarge and stab into his chest.

His painting was also destroyed by Mo Wunian, and everything returned to its original trajectory.

Some time may have passed in his painting, but it was only a moment outside for everyone, and everyone saw that Lin Zuoqing was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and then his legs were dusting, and he sat down on the ground.

"Why?" He slowly got up from the ground, his eyes a little red.

"If you use other techniques, it will only be me who loses. Mo Wunian looked at him and replied.

"Hahaha!" Lin Zuoqing's current appearance was a little embarrassed, his hair was scattered, and he was smiling miserably.

He didn't understand why he lost, and he didn't understand how Mo Wunian won him!

It didn't matter if he won or lost, but he didn't get an explanation for her after all, and he laughed more and more miserably and madly at the thought of it.

It's like years of hard work have been wasted, and it's like finally seeing a sweet spring in the desert, and finally finding that it is a mirage.

He remembered not long ago, he said to the person in front of him: "I'll wait for you to be in the realm with me, and I'll fight with you again!"

Now these have become jokes, and they seem ridiculous!

Mo Wunian felt that there was some misunderstanding between them, but aside from these misunderstandings, Lin Zuoqing would not be like this for winning or losing.

These misunderstandings are also insignificant and trivial matters in his eyes, but these misunderstandings, with his "wooden ne", he will never understand.

He didn't say a word, and drifted back to his original position.

Everyone still maintained their previous state, they believed that there was no suspense in the competition between Mo Wunian and Lin Zuoqing, but no one thought about it.

Elder Jiu Lianqiu didn't know what was going on between them, and after a pause, he said, "Mo Wu Niansheng. ”。

......

The next competition was boring and boring, and it was almost a one-sided situation, so after a few rounds, there were only seventeen people left on the field, not counting Wu Mu.

At this time, a handsome young man in a broad robe walked up from the Mochen Pavilion, and after looking around, he said to Mo Wunian, "Please also ask Daoist friends to ...... with me."

But Mo Wunian didn't look at him, and he didn't wait for him to say: "I admit defeat." ”。

As he said, he has always only done meaningful things, but the following competitions are meaningless in his eyes.

Everyone was in an uproar, this disciple of the Ink Dust Pavilion was far inferior to Lin Zuoqing, and he just asked the second realm of the Yuan God Realm, how could he say that he would admit defeat if he admitted defeat.

When the disciple heard this, his heart was not very happy, and his face was full of bitterness, so he had to bow to Mo Wunian and smile awkwardly.

"You did something wrong today. Murong Xiu didn't want to talk to Mo Wunian, but like a ghost sending a god, she still spoke out after a long time.

And she also has some inconsistencies in her words, saying so on her lips, but she faintly feels that he is right, maybe right or wrong, and she is not easy to judge.

Then she said, "You don't understand what that girl means to you?"

"Yes. Compared with others, Mo Wunian, who has always talked a lot about her, is very rare to cherish words like gold and reply to her a word.

"Then I don't think you really understand. ”

"Why?"

He asked her, but she turned her head back, never talking to her again.

Over there in the area to which the Hundred Grass Sect belonged, Wu Mu still slowly woke up, looking at him and her standing side by side over there, she felt a tightness in her chest, and blood spilled out from the corners of her mouth.

Looking at the senior brother who was unconscious again, she suddenly laughed, but there was no longer the same joy in her smile.

She finally seemed to understand something, and when she met Mo Wunian again, maybe he would still be the same as she used to be, but she couldn't laugh with him as indifferently as before.

Maybe......

The old man is still the same, and the stranger is still the same, but on his way, there will never be her.