Flying all the way to the top of the cliff, Zhuo Qiuyan got down from the sword, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

This mountain cliff is extremely deep, no matter how bright the moon is, it can only shine on a shallow section of the cliff, and the cliff is pitch black, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"Senior brother!"

Zhuo Qiuyan stood with his hands in his hands and shouted at the bottom of the cliff.

Zhuo Qiuyan's voice hit the mountain wall below, forming waves of sound that echoed in the mountain stream.

For a long time, the ripples of sound calmed down.

It may be that the cliff is too high, and you can't even hear the low chirping of birds and beasts here, except for the occasional sound of the wind, the cliff is silent.

"Senior brother!"

Zhuo Qiuyan couldn't help frowning, raised his voice and shouted again, but no one answered, and he suddenly became angry.

On such a big day today, the senior brother refused to say a word to him, and it was really hateful to congratulate him.

Zhuo Qiuyan, who was careful, completely forgot why his senior brother was trapped at the bottom of the Broken Sky Cliff.

In the battle of King Qin that year, his senior brother Mu Xinghe took the title of Sword Saint, and Zhuo Qiuyan was so jealous that he wanted to die.

After some planning, he secretly made a stumbling block to frame Mu Xinghe, and finally Mu Xinghe was punished for three hundred years of thinking at the bottom of the cliff, and this sanctimonious and false seriousness became the head of the Qingshan faction, otherwise how could today's head fall on his head.

But he hurt others but he didn't realize it, but he felt that Mu Xinghe didn't come out to greet him, but he didn't give him face.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to go down to the bottom of the cliff to question his senior brother a few words, why did he ignore him for no reason.

Since he thought so, he did the same, and with a kick of both feet, the whole person jumped off the cliff.

The cliff was so smooth that there was no place to settle down or support.

But Zhuo Qiuyan was familiar with the road, moving back and forth between the cliffs on both sides, and he could easily find a place to stay, and ran down the cliff without any delay.

This is all because he slipped to the bottom of the cliff when he was fine, and often destroyed the character and deliberately showed himself in front of his senior brother, so that he was angry with his senior brother.

Who called him senior brother has always been stronger than him, better than him?

It was about another time when there was half a pillar of incense, and Zhuo Qiuyan stood on tiptoe and reached the bottom of the cliff.

The bottom of the Broken Sky Cliff was too deep for even a trace of starlight to shine in, and at this time, Zhuo Qiuyan's surroundings were pitch black.

Zhuo Qiuyan reached out and took out a night pearl from his sleeve nonchalantly, and gently threw it up, and the bead hung above him, illuminating the road around him.

After a moment of progress, you can see a half-height platform, and a slender figure is sitting cross-legged on top of the platform.

"Senior brother, are you asleep? I've been shouting up there for a long time, why don't you ignore me!"

Zhuo Qiuyan opened his mouth and muttered, completely exposing his true colors, as if he was not the same person as the righteous head of the house during the day.

The man was turning his back to him and closing his eyes, placing his palms up on his lower abdomen, and slowly opened his eyes after hearing that this stupid person was someone he was familiar with.

His eyes rolled slightly, and he closed them again, ignoring him.

Zhuo Qiuyan reluctantly walked over and approached.

"Senior brother, today I will take over as the head of the house, you see, this is the supreme head order. ”

After speaking, he took out the black iron brand from his sleeve and sent it to his senior brother's nose.

Mu Xinghe didn't move, his eyes were still closed, and he didn't speak.

Zhuo Qiuyan had long been accustomed to his attitude, and he was not annoyed, so he threw the sign into the crook of his senior brother's crossed leg nonchalantly, and reached out to touch the Qiankun bag on his waist:

"Senior brother, how can you not celebrate such a happy event? Why don't we take advantage of the beautiful scenery to have a drink, so as to show that you congratulate me on becoming the head of the family?"

What was taken out of the Qiankun bag was a small white jade pot, and then Zhuo Qiuyan pulled out two white jade cups from it.

"The old man was in a hurry, and he didn't take half of his private collection with him, so he asked me to touch it, and I didn't want to take it out at the banquet of the succession ceremony today. ”

Filling the cup with a wine jug very cherishingly, Zhuo Qiuyan carefully served the wine to his senior brother, and invited him to do it a little doggedly.

A burst of wine fragrance in his nose, smoked Mu Xinghe's heart shook for a while, he has always been good wine, but he loves face more, he was hooked by the aroma of wine and couldn't help it, so he pretended to be noisy by his own junior brother, and slowly opened his eyes:

"What the hell are you here for?"

Zhuo Qiuyan blinked his eyes, seeing that his senior brother was so direct, he didn't beat around the bush, and said his purpose straight to the point:

"There is no money in the door, I want to ask my senior brother to go out of the mountain and find some secret treasures to save the emergency. ”

His words may seem arrogant, but they are true.

His senior brother Mu Xinghe is a Heavenly Spirit Root, and he is a deep spiritual root, extremely talented, and an absolute genius in the cultivation realm.

Fifty years ago, King Qin became famous in a battle, and inherited the name of the Sword Saint at a young age.

Therefore, such a trivial matter as going out of the mountain to find some secret treasures is just a matter of catching it to him, and it is not difficult for him.

Mu Xinghe lowered his phoenix eyes when he heard this, snorted softly, and did not answer.

Looking at his contemptuous attitude, Zhuo Qiuyan's face, which was still warm just now, immediately changed, and he suddenly turned his face.

"Senior brother, this little thing is just a gesture for you, and you don't want to help?"

Mu Xinghe raised his eyes slightly, and the sparkling in those eyes was fascinating, and then his lips opened lightly and spit out a word:

"Phew. ”