"What's going on, why didn't Shan'er wake up?"

In another courtyard, Wang Mo frowned slightly, looking at Yang Shan'er's body outside the window.

Although the gray in his eyes is gone, there is only a dullness in them, and he does not seem to wake up at all.

"Maybe her spirit hasn't come out of the Xuanyin Heavenly Bead yet, and it shouldn't be long before she wakes up!"

There were tear stains on the cold smoke and clear cheeks, and he got up expressionlessly, slowly wiped his cheeks with his bare hands, and said expressionlessly.

"Hmm!"

Just as his words fell, Yang Shan'er, who had not moved, let out a sigh with a slight frown, and then shook her delicate body, as if she was about to fall.

"Shan'er!"

Without waiting for her to fall, Wang Mo, who had been staring at her, appeared beside her in a flash, and hugged her waist.

"Hmm!"

Yang Shan'er seemed to be quite unconscious, her nose let out a soft snort with a moan, her jade hand fell on her forehead, rubbed her frowning brows, and narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she noticed that she was being held, she struggled and writhed in a panic, and let out an exclamation: "Who are you, let go of me?"

"Shan'er, I'm Wang Mo!"

Seeing that she didn't know herself, Wang Mo frowned deeply with the word 'Chuan', and said a little anxiously.

"Wang Mo?"

Hearing this, Yang Shan'er was stunned for a moment and chewed it in her mouth, but the next moment, she struggled again and tried to push him away: "Let go of me, I don't know you!"

"How so?"

Wang Mo looked at the fear of herself in Yang Shan'er's cheeks and eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at Han Yan, although he did not burst out of his own momentum, but with a hint of questioning.

"Hmph, how do I know?"

Han Yanmei's eyes were slightly red, and she glanced at the mantis head without looking at him.

"You let go of ......."

"Hey!"

Wang Mo turned his head to look at Yang Shan'er, suddenly let go of his arms with a sigh, and looked at her like a frightened bird, moving her hands and feet backwards towards the corner of the wall.

"Don't be afraid, sister, sister is here!"

Suddenly, Hanyan suddenly spoke, walked up to her, and took her in his arms.

"Sister?"

Surprisingly, Yang Shan'er didn't struggle anymore, but there was a glow of curiosity and intimacy in her eyes, and her body shrank in her arms, as if she was avoiding something.

"You ......"

Wang Mo frowned, and was about to ask if Han Mengyue was a ghost, or if she had no intention of handing over Yang Shan'er's body, but when she saw the stubborn and vengeful light curtain in Han Yan's eyes, she couldn't help but be silent.

The secret technique of returning to the ruins of the cold dream moon, he had seen the relevant description in the Tianfeng Xuan Palace, and the fluctuation of his divine soul dispersing was not fake.

"Whew!"

In silence, Wang Mo pondered for a while before he breathed lightly, looked at the two women and said, "You wait a while, I'll arrange a beast cart and leave Tianyun City!"

"Humph!"

Han Yan made a pretty face, and turned his head with a cold snort, but he didn't refute, as if he acquiesced.

It's just that Yang Shan'er in his arms first glanced at him timidly, and then quickly dodged again.

As Wang Mo opened a prohibition and walked out of the courtyard, he closed the formation again.

It's not that he spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, he is really afraid that Hanyan will leave quietly with Yang Shan'er like last time, if this is the case, he will not take the risk and make a big fuss in Tianyun City.

"Sister, who is that fierce person?"

Yang Shan'er seemed to agree with Han Yan, and asked cautiously.

"A very hateful man!"

Hanyan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and then said no more, but there was not much hatred in his eyes.

In her opinion, the choice of her ancestor is probably also a relief, she is just strange, and there is a trace of resentment, as for what is to blame, what is resentful, I am afraid only she knows herself.

Seeing her look like this, Yang Shan'er shrunk her neck and didn't say anything more, like a child, nestled in Hanyan's arms, as if she was quite dependent.

After a while, a faint golden light flashed, Wang Mo had already returned, looking at the two girls who really looked like two sisters and said, "Let's go!"

"Xia Qiongya, you don't need to explain?"

Hanyan helped Yang Shan'er, and when she passed by Wang Mo's side, she suddenly said, but she didn't ask where to go, as if she was arranged by Wang Mo.

"It's okay, he'll arrange it!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, and then lightly touched the ground, and the golden light disappeared into his sleeve in the flash.

The three of them left the courtyard, passed through a pavilion, and went out of the inn, where there was already a monk at the door, leading a beast cart and waiting.

Seeing the three people coming out, he hurriedly opened the curtain and waited for the three to get into the carriage.

"Out of town!"

Wang Mo said indifferently, then boarded the car, and leaned out his divine sense to scan the surroundings to make sure that no one was paying attention, and then lowered the car curtain.

It's just that when it fell, it was faintly rushed to a slight bow, as if to sign.

The three of them were seated, and the monk was instructed, and then he harnessed the beast cart and staggered south.

No one noticed that in a corner, a cloaked figure looked at the beast cart in the distance, and seemed to let out a silent sigh.

Perhaps the sound was heard, but it was drowned out in the bustling streets.

After a while, until the beast cart disappeared, the man in the cloak also silently turned away and headed north.

......

After leaving Tianyun City, Wang Mo sacrificed the Qingfeng Boat and carried the two girls all the way south.

Among the three, Wang Mo and Han Yan were both meditating with their eyes closed, looking like they didn't care about foreign affairs at all, only Yang Shan'er snuggled up to Han Yan, but her little head was looking out of the boat, looking at it curiously.

"Can you tell me about her situation now?"

Wang Mo sat with his eyes closed, his expression did not change at all, but he secretly used his divine sense to transmit the voice to the cold smoke.

Han Yan on the side, like him, heard the sound, but frowned slightly, but did not reply.

"I don't want to talk about Ling Zu's affairs, but Shan'er's situation is quite different from what Ling Zu said, I want to know, what's going on?"

Seeing her like this, Wang Mo was silent for a while, but still asked patiently.

In his heart, Yang Shan'er is not only his savior, but also a place of memories in his heart, a place where his mind can stay and be relieved in his exhaustion.

The scenes in the mountain village back then all brought Wang Mo a touch of warmth, so that in this deceitful cultivation world, his soul had a harbor where he could anchor.

It can be said that Wang Mo has not betrayed his beliefs so far, and the events of the year have also given him a lot of strength.

"She is now, it should be a little memory left when absorbing the ancestors returning to the ruins, although the ancestors returned to the ruins and gave up the control of the Xuanyin Dzi, but her cultivation is too weak, she can't control such a treasure at all, if it weren't for the heavy damage of the ancestor back then, the soul survived with the help of the power of the Xuanyin Dzi, and the power of the Xuanzhu was minimized, and the soul that she did not disperse back then could not enter it at all, let alone fused, I am afraid that as soon as she touched, she would be frozen by the power of Xuanyin!"

Hanyan was silent for a while before biting his red lip and passing on a message to him.

"Accept the memory, is there any way to interrupt?"

Wang Mo frowned, and said again.

He knew very well what it would be to accept memories in this way.

Like searching for a soul, looking directly at a person's memory, the amount of information is so majestic that it is enough to make people who are not firm in mind suffer a great impact.

Yang Shan'er only cultivated Qi back then, even though she cultivated the divine soul, but it was too weak, compared to the divine soul of Han Mengyue, even if she was seriously injured, she was also like fireflies and Haoyue.

Such acceptance of its memories will inevitably be influenced by its thoughts of revenge.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine, come to think of it, the ancestor should just pass on the Xuanyin ** recipe and the method of refining the Xuanyin Dzi to her!"

Han Yan explained it indifferently, but when he talked about Xuanyin's ** trick, he couldn't help but open his eyes and glanced at Yang Shan'er.

Fortunately, Yang Shan'er was attracted by the scene outside the boat at this time, and she didn't notice the strangeness of the cold smoke at all.

"That's good!"

Wang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't ask any more questions, just like cold smoke, when he heard the Xuanyin ** trick, he couldn't help but open his eyes and glanced at Yang Shan'er, with a touch of resoluteness in his eyes, as if he had made some decision.

"Huh?"

But the next moment, Wang Mo's face changed, and he suddenly looked up.

......

Far away in the depths of Tianfeng Xuangong in Tianfeng Prefecture, in a quiet valley, the small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, are quite elegantly arranged.

In the center of the valley, a small lake, surrounded by smooth pebbles of various sizes, was occupied by a petite woman in red.

Suddenly, a trace of strange fluctuations flashed in the air, and in the ripples, a woman with a playful face flashed out of the sky, a flowing red dress and white gauze flashed out from the inside, it was the master of the Heavenly Phoenix Xuangong - Feng Wufang.

Quietly walked up to the woman in red, her eyes were full of cunning, she tiptoed behind her, and shouted loudly, "Master, I'm in a daze again, is it someone?"

The woman sat on the smooth pebbles, her trouser legs rolled up high, a pair of white jade feet, immersed in the clear lake water, jade hands supporting her cheeks, as if she was thinking about something, as soon as she heard a voice around her, she exclaimed: "Ah!"

Listening to Feng Wufang's words, this woman is Feng Manqing, who was reborn in Nirvana, or Feng Qingyue, who was renamed herself.

"Dead Nizi, scared to death, do you think that now that your cultivation is higher than mine, you can rely on your cultivation to bully Master?"

Seeing the person clearly, Feng Qingyue stood up angrily, picked up the clear water in the lake and splashed it, then pinched her waist with one hand, pointed at Feng Wufang with the other, her cheeks were slightly red, and she scolded without any image.

"Hmph, what's the matter, it's just relying on cultivation to bully you, I think you didn't bully me at the beginning!"

Feng Wuflawless raised his pretty face, dodged the splashed lake water without care, and fought back with a smile.

"Okay, wow, aren't you afraid that I will settle accounts with you in the future?"

Seeing her hob-like appearance, Feng Qingyue couldn't help but stop for a while, but in an instant, she splashed water on her again.

"Giggles, Master, even if you fuse that drop of Heavenly Phoenix blood now, if you want to reach the realm of transforming into a god, it will be at least a thousand years later, and by that time, I may ......"

Feng Wuflawless smiled and frolicked with his master unscrupulously, as if thousands of years ago, but the one who was bullied was transformed.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Without waiting for his words to finish, Feng Qingyue's willow eyebrows rose upside down and shouted loudly.