Morning dew, drop by drop condensed on the green grass, crystal clear, the grass is like a sleeping baby, the cool breeze blows gently from time to time, giving this grass some different vitality and vitality.

On Shu Mountain, since the day the ink cicada left, Lin Xingxiu was a little confused, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but there was some inexplicable heaviness and depression, nothing more than because he was not very gregarious, during that time, he always hid alone in his meditation room, regardless of what happened outside, these days, he heard that the ink cicada left Shu Mountain, and it was the place where Yang Hanting went.

No matter what others thought of it, looking at the deep foot of the mountain in the distance, he couldn't help but secretly suspect that she should be in the Qin Pavilion for a while, the surroundings were very quiet, and the deafening sound came from the kitchen not far away.

There was a large hazy mist floating in the square, which had been changing shapes, and Lin Xingxiu's figure was near the stone fence, faintly and unclearly.

After an hour, the number of disciples who walked into the cafeteria gradually increased, one after another, at first they were all those disciples who had nothing to do, and finally, Ling Jingyun also entered, and his arrival changed the original dull atmosphere.

At that time, many disciples were worried about their recent homework, and one disciple glanced at Ling Jingyun and thought, "After all, he is young." ”

Many people can feel the mood of this disciple, although everyone's thoughts are not necessarily the same as him, but what he thinks is recognized by everyone, and many people secretly laughed, and did not take it to heart, eating their own.

After breakfast time, someone stood next to the stone fence and saw a person coming down the mountain, who looked like a woman, and he guessed in a trance that it was Mo Cicada, saying that it was a trance, because he knew that she was going to the Qin Pavilion, why did she go home so quickly, I just felt unbelievable.

Ling Jingyun stepped out of the cafeteria at this time, followed by several female disciples.

"Is this Senior Sister Mo, why did you come back so soon, and I don't know where one person went!" The disciple raised his voice and said, intending to let everyone find out, which naturally caused a boil, and they all rushed over to see.

When Mo Chan came to the square, she saw that everyone seemed to be different, was it because of herself? Looking at their appearance, it seemed that she wished she had left and not come back?

After the people on Lingyun Peak saw her leave, they talked about it, after Mo Chan returned to Yuxia Peak alone, he pushed open the door and saw the environment in his house, as before, it was still so clean, and it was still so quiet, compared to the time when Yang Hanting was in Shushan before, it always seemed to add a lot of loneliness and coldness, despite this, Mo Chan didn't plan to take it to heart, she was used to living alone, such loneliness and bleakness were nothing to her.

She sat down, thinking back that this time in the Qin Pavilion, although it was only one night, it was enough to make her feel frightened, just to weigh the relationship between the two factions, for fear that it would cause a rupture because of a small matter, which would be irreparable. The huge Qin Pavilion is large in scale, extraordinary, and full of talents, although she said to Yang Hanting: "There are three thousand disciples in the Qin Pavilion, but it is only a small number." ”

Yang Hanting didn't pay attention to her that night, and went back to the room alone and fell asleep, with no intention of saying a word to her, let alone going to her, but she didn't expect that the next day, she would say goodbye.

He remembered many of the words that Mo Chan had said in his heart and regarded them as holy proverbs.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

This is the best form of love in the hearts of many people, the two of them are separated by two places, one in Shushan, and the other near Kunlun Mountain, which is far apart, but how can they stop each other's thoughts.

Ling Jingyun gathered dozens of disciples and called someone to inform Ling Yuzhi early, the purpose was to discuss how to consolidate the status of their own sect, their supreme majesty, it seemed that they never needed to crowd into these sects, to play a grandiose harlequin, stand out from the crowd, and go their own way.

Ling Jingyun felt that it was time for Shushan to make his own appearance, those demon domains were disturbed, it was none of their business, even if they ran forward according to their own ideas, no longer paying attention to everyone, this was because Ling Jingyun discovered the biographies of the predecessors of Shushan and saw their ambitions.

He told everyone that even if something happens in the future, Shushan should not participate in any alliance, and leave it to be his own decision.

It's good to say this, everyone is full of fighting spirit, Ling Jingyun explained in detail the future course of action, as well as the big and small rules, a bit like a fantasy, other sects will definitely not understand and understand, with such worries, everyone is counting on Ling Jingyun, everyone is vying to ask him questions, he can only tell everyone what he has drawn up, let them gossip, I don't know what to say, and I can't hear it clearly.

After a long time, there was no news from Shushan, Qin Ge was the first to be alert, they felt strange, only to send people to inquire in many ways, wanting to get a little accurate and reliable news, Yang Hanting and Mo Chan have the habit of flying books, he wants to use a Mo Cicada to see the recent situation of Shu Mountain.

He and more than a dozen disciples of the Qin Pavilion stood under the wall, magically, and sent the written note to Shushan, at this time, the ink cicada who was far away in the Yuxia Peak of Shu Mountain saw the flying book, took it in his hand, and wanted to see it, but he knew that Ling Yuzhi was coming, he asked what it was, and the ink cicada quickly hid it, not wanting to be discovered by him.

She secretly came outside the house, opened the note, and looked carefully, it was nothing more than those words that she had been used to, Mo Cicada was a little angry, she was so scared, he didn't say anything, she just put it aside, and didn't respond.

Back in the house, pretending to be calm, and returning to the nature that should have been, Ling Yuzhi didn't talk to her, nor did he look at her, he seemed to be quite relaxed, what he thought in his heart, probably only he knew.

He sat bored in a chair, dressed in a blue robe, a little unkempt, obviously returning from a battle with everyone, and there have been Qi birds and monsters near Shushan recently.

Ling Yuzhi's face seemed to be written, I just came here to sit, my expression was serious, I didn't want to be disturbed, as if I was thinking about something, Mo Cicada listened to the sound not far from the house, and looked careful, I didn't know what I was thinking, I felt absent-minded.

The room is roughly considered to be on the bright hall, but the atmosphere can be imagined, two men and women who are cultivators, young and ambiguous!

Yang Hanting didn't get a response for a long time, and saw that the people behind him scattered one by one, only he was like a stiff old tree, stunned.