It's dusk

Yuntian Palace, Yaoguang Peak, a secluded place in the back mountain

Because of the towering mountains here, the leaves of most of the trees are as sharp as silver needles, and the breeze blows, and they do not move.

The ground is overgrown with weeds, and no matter how you step on it, as long as the rain and dew have passed, you can regain your life and look new.

They eat the earth, drink the wind, work hard all their lives, and nourish the earth after death.

However, at this time, there is such a person, who has stepped on their bodies over and over again!

Oop, ooa!oa......

The sound of the spirit sword cutting through the air kept echoing, one after the other.

And this constant situation has lasted for two hours, without the slightest sign of stopping.

Bitter weeds on the ground, dead countless brothers and sisters!

Xiang Xuelan's steps are light, like a flowing firefly, and her body is sometimes condensed, sometimes illusory, like a nine-day Xuannu, like a fairy in a dream.

She already has a dusty temperament, and at this time, the sword dance is even more ethereal, and she does not eat the fireworks of the world.

A strange fluctuation that is mysterious and difficult to understand is swirling around its body, revealing murderous intent in its agility.

After two hours, there were beads of sweat on her forehead, and her face was red, as if she had drunk wine and poured honey.

Suddenly, her eyes were cold, and she suddenly turned towards a pine and slashed through the air.

There was no sword qi on the spirit sword, but Cang Song broke silently and fell to the side. The people behind it were exposed.

Xiang Xuelan's sword tip pointed at him from afar and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Although it was discovered, Mo Yushu did not panic, bypassed Broken Song, and got closer.

Looking at Xiang Xuelan's still red cheeks, he couldn't help but feel a little pity, and sighed faintly: "Chickens and dogs, why do you have to do this?"

Xiang Xuelan slowly put down the spirit sword and said coldly: "I don't need you to care!"

Mo Yushu smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "Of course, the bronze mirror is broken, the hairpin is broken, and the most sad person is, I don't know where the sorrow is." ”

Xiang Xuelan's delicate body trembled, and the sword she put down suddenly raised again, her tone became even colder, and she said, "Go!"

Mo Yushu shook his head, turned around and strode towards the bottom of the mountain, halfway through, suddenly his footsteps paused, and he sang in a low voice:

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning, and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow hate, the water grows east!

The figure of Mo Yushu disappeared into the dense forest with the setting sun, and only the faint chant echoed for a long time......

Half an hour later

In the area of Yuntian Palace, an unknown cliff is flowing with waterfalls.

No one knew that there were two people inside the cliff behind the waterfall.

An old man in coarse linen clothes, holding a wine glass in one hand and a wine jar in the other, for fear that others would rob him.

And sitting opposite was the Moyushu that had just disappeared into Yaoguang Peak.

"At noon, the mountains are in danger, why do you stand by and watch? ”

Today, Mu Wanfeng almost died, Xiang Xuelan was forced to marry again, and if nothing else, it will not be long before Xiang Xiaoyu dies.

This made Mo Yushu's words unconsciously carry a little emotion.

The sound of the old man snorting wine suddenly paused, glanced at the ink jade book, and slowly put down the wine glass.

"Do you like that little girl?"

Mo Yushu's face changed, and he said, "Qing peeps at Lonely?"

Whoever is snooped on secrets will not feel too comfortable in their hearts.

The old man said disdainfully: "Within a radius of 100 miles, as long as the old man and I are willing, I can see all the wind and grass." ”

"You yellow-haired boy, how can I have the spare time to spy on you?"

Mo Yushu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't mean it.

However, he was a little puzzled, even if he was spied on, he had never shown half a point to Xiang Xuelan, and he had never mentioned it to anyone, how did the old man know?

He quickly adjusted his emotions and didn't dwell too much on this issue.

"Why didn't you make a move?"

The old man laughed and said, "You like that girl, but that girl doll likes another boy." Shouldn't you be happy that kid is gone now?"

Mo Yushu said angrily: "These two are both deep friends, how can they be mixed up?"

The old man was slightly surprised, stroked his beard, and said, "Don't talk about them, even if it's you, I won't save the old man!"

Hearing this, Mo Yushu felt a pain in his heart, it turned out that he had always taken himself too seriously.

Seeing that Mo Yushu suddenly fell silent, the old man snorted and said, "Boy, cultivate one, don't ask for anything else!"

"If you wait for others to help, even if you get through one or two crises, you will eventually die in the last crisis. ”

"You are also half of my disciple, I am only responsible for teaching you to cultivate, but I am not responsible for helping you save the field and wipe your ass!"

"As for them, I won't do anything. To put it mildly, two dogs on the side of the road are fighting, will you care?"

"The law of the jungle is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao! It is true that Yuntian Palace has a relationship with me, but the person who bears the name of a cult also belongs to the branch of Yuntian Palace. ”

"As long as there is no accident in the Shenzhou Continent, I won't care, not to mention that I am just an abandoned son of Yuntian Palace!"

Mo Yushu was suddenly startled and asked, "What do you mean by abandoning your son?"

The old man's expression changed, he knew that he had missed his mouth, and with a wave of his robe, he sent the ink jade book out of the cave.

The surrounding area of the black jade book was empty, only to hear the sound of the waterfall stirring, and with a helpless sigh, the sword flew back towards the Heavenly Pivot Peak.

He was just bored in his heart, so he came to drink with the old man to relieve his boredom, and he didn't really blame the old man.

Even if the old man didn't have that explanation, he would have figured it out himself, but he was just bitter in his chest, and he didn't vomit or feel unhappy.

It's like drowning sorrow with wine, knowing that it's useless, but you want to magnify it infinitely, and then taste it bitterly.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

Sometimes, people are so cheap!

Early the next morning, Tianshu Peak

Mo Yushu stayed up all night and stayed until dawn, causing the whole room to be full of pungent alcohol.

Cultivating to his level, even if he doesn't sleep for half a month, he will be fine, and he will not be able to stand upright, as if he has been squeezed dry.

Today, Xiang Xuelan is going to Lingxiao Pavilion.

Mu Wanfeng is not there, this is Xiang Xuelan's own will, no one can come forward to stop it, and the same is true for Mo Yushu.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and opened.

"Ahh

Like a broken embankment, the smell of wine rushed out of the door, startling the outsiders.

Wu Zhixiu fanned the tip of her nose with her hand, drove away the pungent smell of wine, and walked in.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?

When she saw Xiao Suo's Moyushu, she was immediately shocked again and asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Yushu put down the wine glass, and during the operation of his spiritual power, he forced the wine out of his body and returned to his previous handsome appearance.

"Lonely, why did Qing come?"

Wu Zhi let go of the person behind her, and it was Xiang Xuelan, who was about to leave.