Qiu Fusheng's words, anyone can hear the helplessness, this time he was sent by Gu Taiqing, it seems that the boss is reluctant.

In fact, among the three sects of the righteous path, the disciples with the highest strength have more or less shown their faces in other sects.

In the final analysis, the circle of the three major sects is so big, and those who come and go, such as Chongxiao, Xue Wuxie, Xiang Xuelan, etc., are all famous.

However, Qiu Fusheng is different, he is lazy by nature, he will never go to eat when he has time to sleep, he basically stays in Yuntian Palace, and rarely walks between sects.

Therefore, Qiu Fusheng's reputation in the Shenzhou Continent was not loud, which was also the reason why he stopped Elder Shi just now, but Elder Shi didn't know him.

Elder Shi took the wooden box and said with a smile: "In this way, thank you little Daoyou......

"Ah......h

Hearing this, Elder Shi's face was a little unbearable, and Xuanjing hurriedly reprimanded: "Fusheng, how did you talk to the elders?"

Qiu Fusheng snorted and said, "Elder Shi, I'm sorry, I can't help but want to make a joke when I see you beautiful, haha......"

Seeing that he had such a hearty temperament, Elder Shi did not doubt him, so he smiled and left.

But the people of Yuntian Palace knew that Qiu Fusheng was definitely not joking just now, or it wouldn't be long before he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Wan Beichen and Xuanjing both shook their heads, the senior brother in charge couldn't help him, where could the two of them take care of it.

After a group of people in Yuntian Palace were assigned rooms, no one noticed that one of them was missing.

Mo Yushu carried a folding fan, with a faint smile on his face, walking through the streets and alleys, wandering in the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

The breeze exhaled by the folding fan made his hair flutter, and he was chic and extraordinary, attracting the sideways eyes of the disciples in the past......

"Eh, Qing'er, look over there, what a handsome man!"

In the distance, a female disciple pulled her companion and motioned for her to look at Mo Yushu.

"Jun?" Qing'er didn't reply, "Can there be Senior Brother Xue, Jun, I only like Senior Brother Xue!"

"It's about the same as Senior Brother Xue, you see...... Eh, isn't that your Senior Brother Xue?" the female disciple exclaimed.

Qing'er was on the side of the road, picked a small white flower, pulled the petals and said angrily: "Okay, don't lie to me, hum! Senior Brother Xue rarely stays in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, but he messes with that Mu Wanfeng every day!"

Seeing that Qing'er didn't believe it, the female disciple smashed her head hard.

"Ah, it's really Senior Brother Xue," when Qing'er saw Mu Wanfeng, she threw the half-dismantled little white flower in her hand to the ground, and said, "It's still inseparable from the people of Yuntian Palace, hey, you're talking about that person, right? That appearance is really up to Senior Brother Xue......

Mo Yushu seemed to feel something, glanced back in their direction, nodded at the two of them with a smile, and then looked at the few people who were coming towards him.

Mu Wanfeng and the others were following Xue Wuxian at this time and walking towards the place where Yuntian Palace was staying.

Wan Beichen and Chongxiao came, and Mu Wanfeng still had to go over and explain, but he ran into a wandering Moyushu on the way.

Seeing Mo Yushu, Mu Wanfeng immediately remembered that half a month ago, the jar of Jian Nanchun, but he tossed him all night!

Mu Wanfeng's eyes breathed fire, and she said word by word: "Ink, jade, books!"

"Senior brother, the face of the lonely view is faintly sad, have you been worried about anything recently?" Mo Yushu slapped the folding fan to his left hand, closed it with a bang, and said to Mu Wanfeng with a smile.

"How can I be happy to see you!" Mu Wanfeng gritted his teeth with hatred, he didn't know, he thought he had seen the enemy who killed his father.

Mo Yushu shook his head and said with a smile: "The lonely envoy plans to give flowers to Yuqing, why does it attract resentment?"

"You still dare to mention this to me, I'm not done with you today!" Mu Wanfeng said and took a step forward, and was about to do it, but was hugged by Wen San and Wen Er, one hand and one arm.

Wen San asked puzzledly: "Brother Feng, you are a hungry dog and a hungry cat, and you bite when you meet, what the hell is going on?"

"Senior Brother Wen, it's okay," Mo Yushu looked at Mu Wanfeng again, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, Qing Dao's heart is unstable, and it's ...... to hurt his liver if he starts fire."

Mu Wanfeng raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you want to hurt my liver?" Are you persuading me to do it?"

"Yes!" Mo Yushu snapped, threw the folding fan away, and said while fanning: "I haven't competed with Qing for a long time, the lonely skill, itchy......"

Mu Wanfeng thought about it, he hadn't been in Yuntian Palace recently, and he couldn't find a chance to fight Mo Yushu, so he finally had nothing to do, and he also had some itchy hands.

According to what I said before, Mo Yushu should be in Jindan Sanchong, which is not far from his current strength, and he can take the opportunity to try his strength.

Mu Wanfeng immediately said: "Okay, cover your face this time, don't be beaten by me!"

Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, scolding people doesn't expose their shortcomings, Mu Wanfeng's words made the corners of Mo Yushu's mouth twitch. He could feel that in the past half a month, Mu Wanfeng had undergone some changes.

And he knows that Mu Wanfeng's strength can't be measured by the realm, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will really suffer.

"Senior brother, jealousy is a woman's behavior, and you must not do it. Mo Yushu couldn't help but say.

Wen San's eyes widened and said, "You really want to fight?"

Although it is common to learn from the same door, this is someone else's territory, and at present, the Baihua Valley is noisy, and the movement is too loud, which is not easy to explain.

From the moment he saw the Moyu Book, Xue Wuxian carefully looked at it, but with his Jindan Jiuzhong strength, he couldn't see through the depth of the Moyushu.

Mo Yushu's cultivation seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and he could only vaguely feel that he was in the Jindan stage, as for which layer he had reached, it was unknown.

This hazy feeling, but it doesn't seem like the result of a deliberate cover-up.

The people of the Snow Traceless Purple Mansion Realm have seen countless people, but this situation is still the only one in his life.

"It seems that you can't underestimate the people of the world......" Xue Wuxian muttered to himself.

Mo Yushu sighed, looked at Xue Wuxian, and asked, "Who is Ernai?"

Xue Wuxian arched his hand, and said with a meaningful smile: "In the Lower Hundred Flowers Valley, Xue Wuxian has admired the name for a long time!"

Mo Yushu narrowed his eyes and said, "You know the lonely?"

After speaking, he unconsciously glanced at Mu Wanfeng, thinking that Mu Wanfeng had told him.

Mu Wanfeng is inexplicable, he often mentions this brazen person in front of others, but whether he told Xue Wuxian or not, he really doesn't remember.

"Aren't you going to fight? It's inconvenient here, so I'll take you somewhere. Xue Wuxian didn't answer Mo Yushu's question, but proposed to the two of them.

Everyone followed Xue Wuxian and walked for half a pillar of incense to a clearing.

During this period, they also walked through a few flowers, and they all carried a few wisps of floral fragrance on their bodies, which was refreshing.

This open space is a hundred zhang square, and it is far away from the center of Baihua Valley, and it is rarely visited.

After the two of them stood still, Mu Wanfeng realized that Mo Yushu had a folding fan in his hand and mentioned a poem:

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Mu Wanfeng looked at Mo Yushu's folding fan, pouted, and said, "Sao Bao! In less than a month, I learned ...... from your father."

"Qing Ruoxi, how about giving it away?" Mo Yushu put away the folding fan again and said with a light smile.

Mu Wanfeng remembered the picture of the Spring Palace again, and said angrily: "Hmph, you should keep it for yourself." ”

Mo Yushu shook his head with a smile, took out a Yuntian Palace-style spirit sword, his left hand behind him, and stood with the sword in his right hand, his momentum changed suddenly.

The straight body and the spirit sword in his hand were integrated, one person and one sword, as if to pierce the sky.

Then Mo Yushu smiled bitterly, and his momentum instantly converged, as if nothing had happened.

Wen San and the others didn't feel anything about this subtle change, but a flash of surprise flashed in Xue Wuji's eyes.

Although it was very brief and vague, Xue Wuxian still found that between heaven and earth just now, the ethereal momentum was attracted by the ink jade book.

Xue Wuxian asked himself, he couldn't do it, even Wen Hua, who was in charge of the Divine Continent, couldn't do it!

A jealousy rose in Xue Wuji's heart, and this kind of jealousy, he also had a ...... for Mu Wanfeng

Mu Wanfeng saw that Mo Yushu had set up a posture, and did not hesitate, took out the Qingshuang Sword and held it in his hand, a sense of arrogance arose, and there was a faint momentum on his body.

His momentum was formed after the Qinxin Purple Moon Sword, the first volume of Xiaocheng, and Mu Wanfeng himself couldn't figure it out, let alone put it away freely.

But this alone made Mo Yushu frightened.

Mo Yushu is not like Mu Wanfeng, what he has learned from the mysterious old man in the past few decades in Yuntian Palace is far from being comparable to Mu Wanfeng.

That time I took Mu Wanfeng to see the old man, in addition to the problem of Mu Wanfeng's cultivation stagnation, I also wanted the old man to pass on some things to him.

However, the old man said very shamefully that he couldn't teach Mu Wanfeng.

This kind of thing is ethereal, if there is no exercise or guidance from a master, you will not be able to enter the door.

Potential is the tendency of the power of all things.

People's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, seven emotions and six desires, are the simple manifestations of potential. For example, if one person is happy, he can infect others to be happy, and sadness can infect others to be sad.

Those who cultivate to a high level have their own arrogance, which is also a kind of momentum, which can deter and oppress others. Similarly, if you kill too many people, you will carry a murderous aura, which is also a manifestation of potential.

However, these are the most superficial potentials, and when they meet people with a firm mind and a stable Dao heart, they will not have much effect.

The next level is to take advantage of the situation, which takes a long time to cooperate with the cultivation of the exercises. You can borrow murderous spirit, you can borrow courage, and then cooperate with your own strength, when you are invincible.

And Mo Yushu is at the level of borrowing, but he is borrowing the power of mountains, rivers and rivers, and the five elements of heaven and earth.

After that, it is the fusion of potential, the potential of cultivation is completely integrated into oneself, and oneself is the mountain, the sea, the sun, the moon and the stars......