Mu Wanfeng really didn't want to stay in this ghost place, so she urged: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and go out to arrange?"

However, when he saw that Mo Yushu hadn't moved for a long time, he knew that something was wrong, and his face immediately collapsed, and he asked, "How long will it take?"

"Three years as short, ten years as long!" Mo Yu wrote.

Mu Wanfeng's lips squirmed for a long time, but she didn't spit out a word, and then turned around and left.

"Where is the junior brother?" Mo Yushu asked.

"Sleep!" Mu Wan replied without looking back.

Seeing that Mu Wanfeng left, Xue Wuxian had nothing to say to Xiang Xuelan because of his murderous intentions before, so he also turned around and left.

Xiang Xuelan asked Mo Yushu, "Why does it take so long?"

Mo Yushu smiled bitterly and said: "The inheritance of the inheritance, Fang knows that the array path is three thousand, if it is compared to the vast starry sky." This array is extremely complicated, but it is only a little starry, the tip of the iceberg. ”

"What the lonely learned in the past is really a baby's stumbling, and it is useless in this array!"

Xiang Xuelan suddenly realized in her heart that the meaning of Mo Yushu was that the formation he had learned in the past was not even a foundation. He had to study again before he could set up a spatial teleportation array.

However, there are shortcuts, and it is better than waiting for a hundred years. Three or five years is not too long for a cultivator, and she can still afford to wait.

Xiang Xuelan sighed faintly, I'm afraid that Shizun already thought that something had happened to her. I can only hope that Shizun will not be too sad because of her......

At this time, the Shenzhou Continent was full of rumors, and the plants and trees were all soldiers.

The destruction of hundreds of Jindan disciples in the Hundred Flowers Valley made the three righteous sects extremely angry. The three righteous sects sent their disciples one after another to search for traces of the cult, intending to suppress the cult by thunderous means.

However, as if it had been predicted, the cult disappeared and died down.

In the past, I could occasionally meet one or two cultists, but now after careful searching, I have not found any of them, which makes the three sects of the righteous path feel aggrieved, but they have no choice but to continue to send more people.

After Xuanjing returned to Yuntian Palace, he went to Xiang Xuelan's room, closed the door and sat for half a month.

During this period, some disciples went to comfort them, but they were scolded by her and went back, and even the head Gu Taiqing came in person, and they all ate a closed door.

Half a moon later, Xuan Jing pushed open the door expressionlessly, holding a stack of Xiang Xuelan's clothes in her hand.

Among them, there are also several small embroidered long skirts, which were hand-sewn by Xuanjing herself, and they were also Xiang Xuelan's favorite to wear when she was a child.

Xuanjing picked up his clothes, came to a secluded place in the back mountain, buried them, built a small mound, erected a stone tablet, and engraved a line of words:

The tomb of the beloved daughter Xiang Xuelan

And Kaiyang Peak, Wan Beichen has been short-tempered recently, and he basically belongs to the state of scolding people when he sees them. As a result, no one in the disciples dared to touch the mold recently, and they were all cultivating hard, and the momentum of this effort was unprecedented.

They also all knew that this was brought by Mu Wanfeng, but they didn't resent him, but missed him.

Mu Wanfeng's cabin was even more lively than when he was there, and people walked wave after wave.

Han Rou has been here, Wan Beichen has been here, Yun Lan has been here, Wan Qianxia, Chongxiao, Qin Shuang, and Wen San have also been here.

Even Qiu Fusheng went to Mu Wanfeng's cabin for a while......

Time is a good thing, it can always make people's hearts ache and become numb.

Half a year has passed, and Yuntian Palace has returned to its former calm, and the matter of Xiang Xuelan and Mu Wanfeng is also like a breeze blowing, just like the stars last night.

After the search for the cult was fruitless, the three righteous sects gradually recalled their disciples.

Xuantian Secret Realm

An ethereal and melodious flute sound, lingering......

Mu Wanfeng sat cross-legged on the stone platform in front of the door, and behind her were four stone houses, which were very simple, but they looked very warm.

The beasts in the Xuantian Secret Realm were easily blinded, and after Mo Yushu accepted the inheritance of the formation, it didn't take long for him to arrange a phantom array to block it out.

After all, there is no light underground, and the four of them are not rats, so they are naturally more inclined to light. The materials used to build the stone house were all taken from the ruins of the Xuantian Sect underground.

The aura in the secret realm is rich, and with the lack of meridian troubles, in half a year, Mu Wanfeng has reached the ninth level of qi training. There is only one step left to break through the shackles and reach the foundation building period.

As for the three of Xiang Xuelan, the realm improvement is not as fast as him, but they have all reached the triple level of Jindan.

Although Mu Wanfeng didn't know what Xiaomi's strength was now, it slept for half a month during the period, and I didn't see it eat, and after waking up, my whole body was fat several times.

Millet, which was originally only the size of an egg, is now bigger than a goose egg, and the fluff is more shiny, and the cockscomb has also emerged a little.

Xiaomi stood on Mu Wanfeng's shoulder, quietly listening to the flute.

Mu Wanfeng has nothing to do recently, and often takes out the jasper piccolo to play, and he realizes that Xiaomi likes to listen to tunes very much.

As soon as he started to play music, Millet would jump on his shoulder, revealing an intoxicated look.

After getting along for so long, Mu Wanfeng knows Xiaomi quite well, this guy is a chicken who can't afford to make a profit, and he will never do meaningless things.

Could it be that there is some secret hidden in these tunes?

But no matter how much he wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of a reason, and finally gave up helplessly, but he took out the jade flute from time to time to play with it.

Mu Wanfeng blew a song, and the aftermath lingered, around the beam for three days.

Xiang Xuelan didn't know when, she was already standing quietly behind him, looking at his back in a daze, maybe she was fascinated, maybe she was guessing his story, maybe she was ......

"Senior sister?"

Hearing this shout, Xiang Xuelan came back to her senses, her cheeks were smeared with a layer of rouge, and she asked a little panickedly, "Are there any other songs?"

After asking, she regretted it, what happened to her, why was she so unstable?

It is true that Mu Wanfeng is a fellow disciple, but according to her bland personality in the past, she would never ask for it at this time.

"Huh?"

Mu Wanfeng was also stunned, Xiang Xuelan's impression in his heart was that she was a fairy in the sky, unattainable. Usually elegant and generous, in other words, serious.

He never expected that Xiang Xuelan would come over and gossip, this is not her style.

Xiang Xuelan forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "If you don't, forget it......"

However, her words fell on Mu Wanfeng's ears, as if she was being coquettish.

Mu Wanfeng's heart hurt, and she hurriedly turned her head away, wanting to borrow the donkey to get off the slope and say no, but after opening her mouth, she said: "Let me think about it......"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to slap his two mouths, what to learn, he had to learn the sword, he knew that he was distressed, but he wanted to provoke people!

Xiang Xuelan's foot that had just been lifted had to fall back again, her eyes glanced away, as if she was waiting quietly, but in fact she was upset.

Mu Wanfeng pinched his chin, seemingly thinking, but in fact it was a bitter pill, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

The two of them had their own ghosts, and neither of them said a word, and the atmosphere was a little awkward and a little ambiguous......

A faint feeling breeds, but it was vetoed by the two at the same time, and the straight way is not a chance, it's a coincidence!

It is not a way to stay here all the time, Mu Wanfeng silently recited Amitabha Buddha a few times, trying to calm down his state of mind, and then began to recall.

The tunes taught by his mother have all been blown these days, and I believe that Xiang Xuelan stayed in the room and couldn't have heard it.

So the question is, where does he find the tune to tease him...... Ahh......h Phew, that's not right, it should be satisfied, how to meet the girl's expectations?

Mu Wanfeng suddenly thought of a tune called "The Ballad of a Thousand Mountains", which was a tune that his mother rarely played.

Because his mother only blows once a year, she still sits beside him seriously, and she coughs up blood after every blow.

However, his mother did not teach him how to play this "Ballad of a Thousand Mountains", and to be honest, he was unwilling to play it.

He only thinks about his mother, and in his own memories, he still keeps a smile.

However, when she saw Xiang Xuelan, still standing quietly aside, Mu Wanfeng sighed in her heart and slowly put the jade flute in front of her mouth.

According to the fingering in his memory, he played "The Ballad of a Thousand Mountains" for the first time.

The ancient rhythm suddenly sounded, suddenly it seemed to be able to catch the moon for nine days, and suddenly it seemed to be the sunset over the long river, and the notes hit Mu Wanfeng's heart.

After the initial jerkiness, Mu Wanfeng's memory became clearer and clearer. Although his mother has never taught it, the score of "The Ballad of a Thousand Mountains" seems to be engraved in my heart, and it seems to be innate.

His fingers rose and fell, like rain hitting plantains, and the wind blowing willow waists, and unconsciously, he was intoxicated with himself.

Xiang Xuelan involuntarily closed her eyes, her eyelashes blinked slightly, and she felt the picture reflected in the song:

The clouds are thousands of layers, the green mountains are thousands of feet, the dragon is roaring and the tiger is roaring, and the phoenix is flying!

Xiaomi stared at Mu Wanfeng with beads in her eyes, she thought that this idiot wouldn't know this song, so she blew it out coldly.

If it had been blown out before, the broken meridians would have been restored long ago, so how could they wait for others to help?

Xiaomi can also be regarded as understanding, this kid is a pervert, in order to please the girl, he actually blows the music of the clan exercises to others.

The blue light on the jasper piccolo spread out, enveloping Mu Wanfeng's body in it, which was particularly mysterious.

Then a little snowflake drifted in the secret realm, and it didn't take long for the hair of both of them to be dyed white.

Although they did not hold Qingping, they were white-haired at this time......

The end of the song

The hazy cyan halo showed no sign of abating, and it still slowly emanated from the jade flute.

Suddenly, the blue light seemed to be pulled and floated in front of Mu Wanfeng, and then gradually condensed into a beautiful figure......

Mu Wanfeng seemed to feel something, suddenly opened her eyes, and when she saw this figure, she burst into tears!

Xiaomi also looked at this figure excitedly, chirping, and the two eyeballs also left tears, wetting the fluff in front of him.

"Mother!"

Mu Wanfeng's voice trembled, choked and miserable, one word, but it contained infinite grievances.

"Alas~" Mu Feixue sighed faintly, looked at her son who had grown up in front of her, and said softly: "Feng'er, my mother doesn't want to pass on your Qianshan Recipe, but I'm afraid that you will walk on this road......"