Lu Qingquan's face changed sharply, and he exclaimed, "You mean, he has reached the Hundred Tricks Realm?"

Wen Hua's expression was very solemn, and he said: "I'm just guessing, and there is no real evidence, but if he really breaks through, it will be too weird." ”

"I once heard a disciple in the valley relay that a year ago, the cult prince said that Ling Xiao Pavilion's blood refining technique can be cultivated with the help of evil methods, and the cultivation can be promoted by leaps and bounds. ”

"Thinking about it now, I'm afraid that it wasn't a discord at that time, but it was true!"

Lu Qingquan was silent for a long time, and then asked, "If that's the case, then what does Wen Daoyou think?"

Wen Hua sighed, feeling a little powerless, and asked rhetorically for a long time, "How is Lu Daoyou doing?"

Thousands of miles away

inn

In the silence, Chu Bixia dressed up again.

Mu Wanfeng didn't mean to confide in her heart, she didn't ask any more, and walked over to help her up.

Syllable!

Mu Wanfeng opened Chu Bixia's hand suddenly, glanced at her coldly, stood up by herself, slammed the door of the room with one palm, and walked out.

The shopkeeper was startled, looked at the door panel smashed in front of him, and suddenly became angry.

"Which king ......"

But when he saw Mu Wanfeng jumping down from the second floor and falling to the ground lightly, without making a sound, he decisively swallowed the back words back into his stomach for the sake of his life.

In the face of this guy who doesn't know if it's a human or a ghost, he can't afford to provoke it.

Mu Wanfeng only relied on one foot, but he was walking like flying, jumping dozens of feet, and he didn't know where to go.

Chu Bixia was worried that something would happen to him, so she followed him closely and followed him all the way.

Following

Soaring Court

Everywhere was scorched black, and countless temples collapsed due to thunder, almost in ruins.

Everyone is busy, repairing the place that should be repaired, paving where it should be paved.

The people of Yuntian Palace and Hundred Flowers Valley have also contributed to what should have been contributed. It's just that some of them have ulterior motives and other goals.

During this time, because of the dispute between good and evil, there were a large number of casualties in the sect, and Wen Hua and Lu Qingquan didn't care too much.

When the two of them asked carefully last night, they found a problem and became more convinced of their guesses.

It stands to reason that even if you are unfortunately killed in a battle, there will still be a corpse.

But among these corpses, there are always a few that cannot be found, and they are women.

Combined with all kinds of signs, all of them pointed the finger at Kong Ye. Once or twice can be considered a coincidence, but what about three or four times?

The two were almost certain that these women did not die at the hands of the cult, but were poisoned by Kong Ye.

Catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, and catch the traitor and take the double.

Kong Ye is likely to have broken through to the Hundred Tricks Realm now, they are not opponents, they can't use force against them, and they can't convince everyone because they have no evidence.

Since Kong Ye has to rely on women to cultivate, then maybe among the people who have disappeared, there are still people who are alive.

Therefore, Wen Hua and the others instructed the elders in the door to investigate secretly, hoping to find some clues.

When the righteous path is in harmony with the gods, and each has a ghost, a handsome and elegant man with an extraordinary appearance, the sword flutters.

There was an accident just last night, and the people in Lingxiao Pavilion can be described as rumors, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Although the person who came was dressed in the costume of Yuntian Palace, someone still stepped forward to stop him and asked, "Who are you?"

The man seemed to have a faint smile on his face forever and said, "Lonely, Moyushu!"

After a pause, he bowed his hand and continued: "If you don't like it, you can call Lone as a book." ”

The so-called person who stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face, he saw that Mo Yushu was polite, his tone softened a little, and said, "You are a disciple of Yuntian Palace?"

Mo Yushu raised his hand, looked at his clothes, and after confirming that he was not wearing the wrong one, he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"What are you doing here, phew, what are you doing here?" he said, unconsciously being led astray.

Mo Yushu smiled: "Looking for an old friend." ”

In broad daylight, a Jindan stage disciple was just a disciple, and he didn't expect anything to go wrong, so he nodded and let him go.

"Moyushu, book...... Uncle, uncle, bastard, dare to take advantage of me!"

But when he reacted, there was no trace of Mo Yushu.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Run very fast, don't let me see you again, or I'll have to beat you all over the ground to find your teeth." ”

Mo Yushu walked leisurely, walking in the busy crowd.

He didn't move quickly, but no one could see his face clearly, and in the blink of an eye, he faded out of sight.

A moment later, on the edge of the cliff in the attic, Mo Yushu sat quietly in the pavilion, a pot in one hand and two cups, each filled up.

Then he snapped, shook off the folding fan, and laughed softly: "Gazebo, drinking, do you want to?"

In the attic, since Kong Ye left, Xiang Xuelan had been lying all night, tears wet on the pillow.

Kong Ye's figure tortured her for a whole night, until she collapsed with numbness. And what happened last night, who was making trouble in Yuntian Palace, she didn't want to think about it.

"Gazebo, drinking, do you want to?"

This sentence suddenly drifted into her ears, making her empty eyes regain some vitality.

After a few moments, she got up and straightened her clothes, brushed away the dry tears, and walked slowly out of the attic and into the pavilion.

"Why are you here?"

"Sit," Mo Yushu made a gesture of please, and continued: "This wine is called blue and white, which is liked by the wind, and it is not easy to obtain. ”

Xiang Xuelan looked at the wine in the glass, said no more, sat opposite Mo Yushu, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Mo Yushu smiled and poured her full.

Xiang Xuelan drank several glasses in a row, until her pale face gradually became ruddy, and then she stopped. The liquor went into her throat, and she seemed to feel better.

Mo Yushu picked up his wine glass, raised his head and drank it, but he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and then put his hand behind his back.

However, the faint fishy smell did not escape Xiang Xuelanqiong's nose.

"You're hurt?"

Seeing that it was discovered, Mo Yushu no longer hid it, took out a silk scarf to wipe it, and said, "It's okay, don't worry." ”

Xiang Xuelan asked, "Was it you last night?"

Mo Yushu avoided answering and said, "Lonely here, only drinking." ”

Xiang Xuelan took another drink and said, "Since you already know, you should understand that if you can stop this time, you can't stop the next time." ”

"This thunder power is a great burden on you, don't do stupid things anymore. ”

Mo Yushu smiled faintly and said: "What is stupid? What is stupidity! What is stupidity? It is love! The reason why people are human is because of love." If so, why is there such a persuasion as a matter of ruthlessness?"

"Qing can be stupid, junior brother can also be stupid, what can I do alone, how can I not be stupid?"

After a short silence, Xiang Xuelan sighed, "But you can't stop him." ”

Mo Yushu's smile did not decrease: "People are born to die, how can they die because of death? ”

"If everything is successful, how can the vicissitudes of the world come from? ”