"In the future, I'm afraid that the head of this family will not be able to do anything about this master and apprentice. Han Zong sighed.

Suddenly, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in the Self-Return Yuan Pavilion.

"That's good!"

As the voice fell, blood droplets covered with red hair and shawls appeared behind Han Zong.

"Ancestor!" Han Zong hurriedly greeted him.

"This little guy is Xu Mu, the disciple you said had been inherited by the Burning Heaven Ancestor?" nodded, the blood droplet smiled, and said to himself: "Proud of nature, but hidden and not revealed. If you have such a heart, you will become a strong person. ”

Although the blood droplets were only praising Xu Mu's heart, they also had the meaning of faintly appreciating Xu Mu's words.

Even the blood drops spoke for Xu Mu, and Han Zong had no choice but to admit it.

"Ancestor is right!" nodded with a wry smile before asking:

"The Ancestor has already arrived. ”

"Well, the old man has always been there. The blood drop smiled unabated.

"Senior Brother Changming, he ......" Han Zong, as the head of the house, is afraid that he will only be so deferential in front of the blood drops.

Pointing in the direction of Changming's departure, Han Zong was hesitating whether to break it.

"That's right, it looks like he's struck the last sword. The blood drops already knew what Han Zong wanted to say, and nodded firmly.

"Kill me, cut yourself. The ancestors who practiced the trick of cutting me for generations had to hesitate for a long time to this one. Changming, this kid is so courageous, he slashed this sword without thinking. ”

"How long does he have left?" his heart twitched, and Han Zong showed an expression that was even more nervous than hearing that Xu Mu had killed Nangong Ling.

The blood-colored pupils were solemn, and the blood droplets responded softly: "Less than a year!"

"Why is it so fast!" Han Zong exclaimed, although he didn't practice the trick of slashing me.

But there are countless ancestors who have practiced the trick of killing me in the past generations, and they know the danger.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been sealed in the Qiankun Tower.

What Han Zong never expected was that it would be so fast.

"It's very domineering to cut me. If you want to break through, you must first cut yourself. As soon as the slash fell in half a year, Changming was forced to fight with the two heads of the Yin family and the Divine Sword Sect, and he had already injured his vitality. caused his vitality to pass ten times faster than ordinary people. One year is more than ten years for ordinary people. ”

With a slight squeeze of his palm, he only shook his head silently when it came to the blood droplets here.

Han Zong hurriedly said, "Ancestor, you can help him recover." ”

"That's right, the old man could have helped him solve this hidden danger when he went out, but he was so paranoid that he refused to bow to me. The old man has looked for this kid I don't know how many times, but he just won't let me help him. ”

Speaking of Changming, this blood droplet who used to dominate the Cangrui Domain was helpless.

Simply, he swung his sword again, cutting off his last remaining life, leaving only a year of life for himself. ”

"This kid has the ambition of Kunpeng, and he wants to die and be reborn. ”

"Then isn't there no room for redemption now?" Hearing the blood drops say what he really thought, Han Zong's body trembled.

At the beginning, the five powerhouses of the Guiyuan Sect, Yan Siyu died, Mozi betrayed, and now even Changming is going to die?

If the five powerhouses go to the third, they will be left with themselves and blood.

It is easy to say that you will be born after death.

None of the monks of the past generations who have cultivated the trick of slashing me have survived this last slash.

Ten deaths and no life.

"The old man can't go back to heaven, let it be fate. The blood droplets spoke faintly.

In the end, he still refused to forgive the old man. I hold a grudge against my decision back then. ”

"Old Ancestor, Senior Brother Zuoqiu's death was originally a trap, Senior Brother Changming must understand. It's a pity that Zuoqiu is like a brother to him, he doesn't hate you, but he can't get over the hurdle in his heart. ”

When it came to this topic, Han Zong was even more sad.

"If Senior Brother Zuoqiu hadn't had an accident, this position of head of the Yuan Sect should be his. ”

"Yes, Zuoqiu's qualifications are on par with Xu Mu. At the mention of Zuoqiu, the blood droplets also showed regret.

"That's it, the dead are gone, and the living are like this. At the moment, the most important thing is the Nangong family. ”

The topic of Zuoqiu seems to have become a taboo in the Guiyuan Sect.

Even the drops of blood don't want to talk about it.

As soon as the words turned, the blood droplets' eyes glanced at Han Zong.

Han Zong instantly understood, and calmly analyzed: "Xu Mu, this kid killed the Nangong family, which is equivalent to piercing the heavens of the Eastern Realm, once this matter is revealed, the Nangong family will definitely not give up." ”

"With the strength of the seven families, eighty percent will directly come to the door to ask for someone. ”

"Nangong Haoyun is a great power to break the void, Ancestor, you are injured again, once this matter is not handled well, it will be a catastrophe. ”

"Annihilation?" Blood Drops smiled, looking at the direction in which Guiyuan Sect Changming had left, and smiled without saying a word.

......

"Babble!" Xiao Jiao stuck out his tongue and licked Xu Mu's cheek.

The skin licked by the wet tongue was slightly cold, and Xu Mu woke up from a state of unstoppableness.

The great change of the Guiyuan Sect, the rebellion of the Mozi period, and the departure of the red sandalwood.

The change was too big, and Xu Mu couldn't accept it for a while.

Especially the disappearance of red sandalwood, Xu Mu has been in a trance since he left the Guiyuan Pavilion.

"Don't be naughty. Reaching out and touching Xiao Jiao's head, Xu Mu raised his head.

Only then did I realize that I had unconsciously come to the inner door to move the array.

After settling down, Xu Mu smiled lightly at Xiao Jiao, "Little guy, let's go out for a walk." ”

"Roar!" Xiao Jiao responded excitedly.

Staying in the inner door all day, it has long been tired.

But Xiao Jiao is cruel by nature, and Han Zong doesn't dare to let him out, for fear that it will accidentally hurt people's lives.

Without Xu Mu's presence, no one could control this little beast.

Of course, the most important thing is that Xiao Jiao has the blood of the dragon clan, and his potential is limitless.

Han Zong was afraid that after letting it out, he would never go back.

With the shifting array of light surging up.

The figures of Xu Mu and Xiao Jiao disappeared at the inner door.

Waimenzi Wushan.

Xu Mu did not travel in the sky.

With Xiao Jiao walking forward step by step, he stayed in this place for three months when he first entered the sect.

Nice view.

Although it is not as strong as the aura of the inner door, it only has a taste.

Three years ago, Xu Mu was only concerned with penance, how could he have time to enjoy these scenes.

Now that he has returned to his hometown, he has become a person.

Thinking of this, Xu Mu walked to the thatched hut on the mountainside of Ziwu Mountain, where he had been cultivating for three months.

The dilapidated huts are unremarkable, and although they are dilapidated, they can also provide shelter from the wind and rain.

"Back then, it was here that I broke through the Imperial Qi Dual Heaven. He didn't enter the house, Xu Mu looked at the thatched hut from a distance, and his heart was clouded with another layer of gloom.

He still remembered that when he broke through the Imperial Qi Dual Heaven, he pushed open the door and saw Rosewood.

At that time, she was stunned, and she didn't expect that she would break through to the same realm as her so quickly.

After all, at that time, he was just a disciple of a middle-grade spiritual root.

"At that time, you were so beautiful. ”

A smile hangs on his lips.

Now the position where Xu Mu is standing is where the red sandalwood stood that day.

The scene of that year still exists in Xu Mu's mind.

The beauty under the moon was slightly stunned when she saw herself at that time.

I can't help but laugh at myself afterwards.

In the end, Xu Mu did not enter the hut, but turned around and walked to the top of Ziwu Mountain.

There are three wooden houses there, which are the most unique views of the whole Ziwu Mountain.

It was occupied by the most talented at the time, Ning Zhiyuan, Haoye and Zi Sandalwood.

Xu Mu didn't think about it, so he walked straight into the thatched hut where Zi Sandalwood lived at the beginning.

The entire top of Ziwu Mountain is silent.

After entering Ziwu Mountain, Xiao Jiao disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where to go crazy.

However, it had always been within the scope of Xu Mu's divine sense, and he didn't blame this little guy.

During this time of his absence, he must have suffocated it.

Xu Mu's eyes looked around, looking at the interior of the wooden house where the red sandalwood lived at the beginning.

It's no different from the hut I used to live in, with a lonely bed in the middle of the house.

Knock knock!

Xu Mu's footsteps landed on the wooden floor, making a clear sound, and he sat on the bed with a blank expression.

He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to be in a daze.

Suddenly, Xu Mu's eyes saw the edge of the bed.

Two rows of fly-headed small letters, neatly carved on the wooden board, if you don't pay attention, you can't see it at all.

The font of Xiaokai is beautiful, and it is engraved by a woman at a glance.

But between the lines, there is a faint hint of fierceness.

It's like the character of red sandalwood.

"Microwave hatred will eventually return to the sea, and the bright moon is ruthless but ascends to the sky!" Gently reading out the words engraved on these two lines, the expression in Xu Mu's eyes darkened again.

What kind of depressed and helpless person can write this sentence.

Xu Mu thought of his encounter with Rosewood, and all the things that Rosewood has shown in the past few years.

"She really had something on her mind and never told me. ”

Just as Xu Muwu was thinking about why Rosewood was in such a state of mind in the first place, a middle-aged man in a yin-yang robe appeared in the center of the wooden house.

He looked at Xu Mu, with a look of amazement in his originally indifferent eyes.

This disciple of his own is so similar to himself back then.

"Master!" Seeing that someone was coming, Xu Mu hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Well, sit down, I have a few things to say to you. With a slight bow, Changming Daoist did not mention the red sandalwood, but sat cross-legged on the bed by himself.

Xu Mu naturally didn't dare to be disobedient, and sat opposite Changming.

"Your growth rate has exceeded your teacher's expectations too much, and there are some things that I didn't tell you so quickly. Now, it seems, is the time. ”

Looking at the sadness that could not be concealed in Xu Mu's eyes, Changming Daoist said to himself: "Xu Mu, do you know what is broken?"

"I would like to hear the teachings of the master!" Shaking his head, Xu Mu said he didn't know.

"Break the falsehood and return to the source. Changming Daoren's voice was steady, looking directly into Xu Mu's eyes.

"First of all, you have to face your heart and condense your Dao heart. Have you ever asked yourself, what is it that you cultivate?"

Except for the last time, a trip to the ruins.

Xu Mu had never seen it before, Chang Ming showed such a solemn expression in front of him, and he immediately didn't dare to slack off, and only after a slight mutter, did he say, "The disciple wants to see what realm he can cultivate." ”

"It's that simple?" Chang Ming was so straightforward that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Don't you have an obsession?"

"Obsession?" Xu Mu scratched his head, and suddenly, he thought of red sandalwood, and almost blurted it out.

"I'm going to bring back Senior Sister Rosewood. ”

"Hahaha! What should I say about you? ”

Xu Mu's answer made Changming, who originally had a lot to say to him, laugh out loud.

Then he shook his head again.

"The obsession between men and women is a catastrophe, and it is not your original intention to cultivate the truth. ”

After that, Changming Daoist continued: "Your senior brother has a fighting heart, and his obsession is on the spear in his hand. ”

"Duanmu Rong has a killing heart, and her obsession is in the sea of corpses and blood. ”

"Rosewood, like a caged bird, can feel her heart yearning for freedom, and her obsession lies in breaking free from shackles. ”

"And you!" Chang Ming shook his head.

"I can't see it as a teacher. ”

"After three years of cultivation, in addition to your experience, you don't seem to have any obsessions, and everything is done with the trend. There has never been a willingness to ask for it. ”

"The first step in breaking through the void is to recognize the essence of your Dao mind. ”

"As a teacher, you can feel that you have realized the prototype of supernatural powers. You are already ahead of most geniuses. ”

"When your Dao heart is derived and your supernatural powers are completed, it is the day when you return to your roots. Breaking the shackles of weakness with your talent can't stop you at all. ”

(End of chapter)